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John took a deep breath as he slipped through the door, although London air wasn’t particularly pleasant it was better than the strong scent of distressed Omega that filled the latest crime scene that he and Sherlock had been called to.
The victim was a young Omega male, the third one that had been found in the last two weeks and everyone was on edge. They’d been lucky that the media hadn’t got hold of the story yet, but John didn’t think that would last long. The other two scenes had been clean of evidence but by Sherlock’s behaviour this one wasn’t, and John was hoping that whatever his friend found would lead to a quick arrest.
Rubbing his aching shoulder, he glanced over at smoke curling in the air above the three young men who were standing at the police barrier and contemplated approaching them to bum a smoke as the strong scent might overpower the lingering scent that clung to his senses. But gave that idea up as Donovan approached him.
“He still hovering over the body?” She’d still wasn’t Sherlock’s biggest fan but after she’d seen how he was with the victims of the Omega trafficking ring that he and John had cracked a few months ago, she’d got a little more tolerant.
“Uh-huh.” John nodded, “He was looking at the carpet fibres when I left.”
She just shook her head. John noticed the way she purposefully turned away as Anderson stalked by and knew that their badly hidden affair was probably on the rocks. He had never understood why such an intelligent woman was drawn to such a horrible man, who only proved John low opinion of him when he immediately headed towards the newest member of Lestrade’s team.
John had noticed her when he and Sherlock had arrived on the scene. She was blonde, blue eyed and had an enticing pre-heat scent curling around her, if he had been attracted to Omega’s he would have been flirting with her himself.
“His mate is pregnant.” Donovan muttered resentfully to John. “He’s been posturing a lot, proud of his virility.” There was a hint of scorn in her voice that John had never heard directed at the man.
“You’d think he’d be hovering over her then.” John muttered back, just as quietly.
Sally shrugged, “Once she’s pregnant he’s not interested. It’s been the same every pregnancy.”
John shook his head in disgust. He really didn’t like the man, not only was he incapable of acting professionally around Sherlock, but he was openly scornful of Omega’s who weren’t homemakers. And while he’d never met the man’s mate and didn’t know how she felt about the situation, but he’d never understood how such a competent, career orientated Omega like Sally could tolerate working with the man, let alone have an on-going affair with him.
John, distracted by his thoughts, staggered as he was shoved from behind. He recovered and spun to face the threat, one of the young men he’d noticed at the barrier minutes before. He could barely smell the young man’s angry scent, his nose still full of distressed Omega scent, but knew that his attacker was an Alpha.
He sidestepped the young Alpha’s next shove and realising that the young Alpha was not going to stop anytime soon moved, in what Sally would later describe as a blur of violence and took the large Alpha down in two brutally efficient moves before casually pinning him to the ground.
Sally was frozen in the same position when John looked up, her mouth hanging open in surprise.
“Handcuffs might be a good idea at this point.” John prompted the surprised woman. Suddenly they were swarmed by officers who had seen the assault and John carefully loosened his grip before stepping back, not that the other Alpha looked like he was going to be moving freely anytime soon curled up in pain as he was.
John moved away from where the other Alpha was now surrounded by cops, leaving the quickly recovering Sally to take control of the situation. He knew that his presence wouldn’t help the other Alpha calm down, and that the cops would no doubt have questions for him.
As the officers lifted the Alpha up and put him in the back of one of the police cars Lestrade came barrelling out of the house. John didn’t see Sherlock, but the Omega knew that John could take care of himself and would only have been drawn away from his investigation if John had been injured.
“You alright?” Lestrade asked as he strode over.
“Fine.” John crossed his arms and tilted his head to study the Alpha who had attacked him.
“What happened?” The Beta demanded.
“No idea. He just came at me out of nowhere.” John shrugged at Lestrade’s disbelieving look. “Ask Sally, she was standing with me.”
Lestrade nodded and headed towards the car, where Sally was interrogating the Alpha. The man was still looking like he was in pain and John felt a small flare of guilt, but mostly considered it deserved due to his unprovoked attack.
It took a few minutes for them to finish questioning him, with both Sally and Lestrade sending John the occasional surprised look at whatever the man was saying. He waited patiently knowing that they would need to question him as well.
“So… How’d you take him down so fast?” Sally asked as soon as they were in conversational range. He could see several the nearby cops perk up in anticipation of his answer.
“I was in the army for a decade.” John replied slowly and flatly, his eyebrow rising incredulously at the question.
“But… He’s… Well.” She stuttered a little.
Lestrade finished her sentence, “A lot bigger than you.”
John didn’t bother to restrain the eye-roll. “I dealt with men like him every day when they were attempting to avoid medical treatment.”
“I mean he’s like a lot bigger than you.” Lestrade muttered, doubling down on his statement.
“And an Alpha.” Sally added like that was a point. John looked at her strangely, he was an Alpha as well.
“So is John.” Lestrade pointed out absently, and the look of surprise on her face made it clear that yes somehow the woman had missed his secondary gender. “But he’s like a lot bigger than you.” He looked John up and down.
“For fuck’s sake.” John rolled his eyes again. “As well as having been in the army, I’m a doctor. I know where and how to hit a man to ensure he doesn’t get back up.”
They looked at him dubiously and John rolled his eyes again. “Did you at least find out why he attacked me, or were you too confused by how big he is?” The sarcasm was clear.
Lestrade flushed a little in embarrassment. “He said you stole his girl.”
John blinked in surprise, “Not to my knowledge.”
Lestrade, knowing exactly how many dates John went on wasn’t surprised by the response. “Nurse by the name of Lara Pierce in Afghanistan.”
John blinked in recognition after a long moment, “Oh right Lara. Pretty sure they were broken up at the time.”
“Not according to him.” Sally replied.
John stroked his chin as he thought back, “Nope, definitely broken up. She dumped him in the middle of the mess hall during dinner after she found out that he has messed with her contraceptives. They ended up transferring him off base because he was having too many ‘accidents’.” John leaned around them to glare at the other Alpha and suddenly Sally wondered how she could possibly have missed that John was an Alpha. He was exuding a level of menace and dominance that only an Alpha could manage, causing a number of the surrounding officers to surreptitiously take a step back.
“He’s claiming they had an arrangement and you got him transferred so you could have her.” Lestrade was also sending a disgusted look at the Alpha in the car.
“Not according to her. They’d been dating for a few months when he’d started making noises about mating and she wasn’t keen. Then he messed with her contraceptives to get her pregnant and it was all over, as a large number of witnesses who were present for the argument could attest to.”
“But you did date her?” Sally queried.
John shook his head, “No, just shared her heat.” At the raised eyebrows from both Sally and Lestrade he clarified. “At her request. Most of the Omega’s on the base knew I wasn’t interested in anything long term, so I was a safe option for them if they wanted to have a heat but didn’t have a romantic partner.”
"And the army encouraged that sort of thing?” Sally sounded sceptical, after all the army tended to be considered the domain of Alphas and Betas by the public.
John raised an eyebrow at her, “Did you know that when faced between a choice between an Alpha or an Omega for recruitment, they’ll choose the Omega every time?” When his statement was meet by numerous disbelieving looks, he elaborated. “Too many Alphas in an aggressive situation like combat is dangerous, they tend encourage each other until the situation devolves and turns to shit. Whereas Omegas in the same situation can both remain calm and calm those around them. Any unit with an Omega is more stable in general, less inclined to take risks or do stupid things. Not that their presence stops all the stupidity of course, the Army is full of young men packed full of aggression and idiocy.”
“And heats?” Sally demanded.
“It’s not like you turn into mindless sex beasts.” Lestrade choked at John’s blunt words. “You get extra horny every few months for a couple of days and can ignore it if you need to or want to.”
* * * *
A few days later and John and Greg were in a pub, both decompressing after the shitshow that the case had turned out to be, but at least the murderer had been caught without injury to Sherlock, John or Scotland Yard.
“So how many Omegas did you help out when you were serving?” Greg asked, his voice studiously indifferent but John knew that his curiosity must have been eating at him for days.
He shrugged, “A few. Most Omega’s find going through a heat with a good partner an excellent way of relieving stress, and when possibly the army actually encourages them to take Heat Leave.”
“But you aren’t interested taking one as a mate?”
John shook his head, knowing that it was a little odd for an Alpha. “Nope.”
“I would have thought that as an Alpha that would be the dream?” Greg’s curiosity at his answer was clear.
John swallowed a mouthful of beer, “Nah, I’m not normally attracted to Omegas.” He knew that he had to be at least a little drunk once that slipped out, it wasn’t something that he tended to admit out loud.
Nor did he and Greg normally discuss his sex life, except in general terms and teasing when his latest relationship failed.
Greg blinked at his answer, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Really? But then I suppose most of the women I’ve seen you with have been Betas.” He mused. “But I would have thought an Omega in heat would appeal to all Alphas. You know instincts and all that?”
“Instincts aren’t everything.” John pointed out, “And while sharing a heat can be exciting it doesn’t really do it for me on the regular.”
“I would have thought that having an Omega begging for cock would be pretty attractive.”
John rolled his eyes, “As I said Omegas are not mindless sex beasts during their heats.”
A man wandering past their table choked and looked shocked at the blunt words. John raised an eyebrow at him and the Beta flushed in embarrassment, while the Omega woman with him only smirked at John in amusement at the comment, offering a closed fist for a fist bump. John gently bumped it and Greg laughed.
“I may have said that a little too loudly.” John admitted as he turned back to Greg, lifting in glass to take a mouthful of his beer, only to find it was empty. “And I may be a little drunk.”
Greg, who was also feeling the beer they’d been drinking, could only agree. John was normally a polite guy, that was why his occasional outburst was so amusing. “So not really interested in Omegas at all?”
“Not really, I like a bit of a challenge in bed and Omega’s tend to yield easily.” John admitted as he waved down a waitress to order another beer for both of them.
“I haven’t finished mine.” Greg protested.
“You’re going to turn down a free beer?” John raised an eyebrow doubtfully.
Greg grumbled and swallowed the last of his pint, just in time for the waitress to drop off the new drinks and sweep off with the empties. John was right of course he’d never turn down a free beer.
“Omegas aren’t challenging in bed?” Greg blurted out after a moment, the waitress barely out of earshot.
“While instincts aren’t everything Omega physiology does tend to lend itself to submissive behaviour in bed.” John waved a hand lazily. “And their bodies are soft and yield so easily.”
“Most women’s bodies are soft.” Greg pointed out, but John didn’t seem to hear him.
“I miss the army.” John sighed.
“Not a lot of women in the army.” Greg mused.
“But a lot of horny men.”
Greg blinked surprised, “But you’re not gay.” He’d heard John say it enough times and the parade of Beta women the man dated seemed to support the not gay theory.
“Nope. Bi.” John was matter of fact about it. He wasn’t totally open about his sexuality, but he wasn’t ashamed of it either.
“And you’re not banging Sherlock?” Greg muttered dubiously.
John shrugged, “Omega.”
“But not soft in any way, nor likely to give in easily.” Greg pointed out. “Also rather attractive.”
John blinked at him, “I thought you were straight. But he’s high maintenance as a flatmate, I can’t imagine how bad he’d be as a lover.”
“While I was married to a woman I don’t really care about gender.” Greg admitted quietly. John could understand why he was quiet about it, even today being an ‘out’ cop wasn’t the easiest path to take.
“Not even secondary?” John could admit to a bit of curiosity and was willing to indulge it since they were already on the topic.
“My wife was a Beta, but not really.”
“And before you were married?”
“I’ve been interested in people of every variety, but I’ve never had sex with an Omega.” Greg admitted. “I will admit the best sex I ever had was with an Alpha woman during her rut.”
Unlike an Omega’s heat which happened on a fairly regular cycle, an Alpha’s rut only happened when they were sharing an Omega’s heat, or with a partner who they were emotionally, physically and chemically compatible with.
John hummed encouragingly, curious about was it was like from the other side of things. For all his experience, he’d never shared a rut with another Alpha.
“She pinned me down and rode me for hours.” Greg shifted restlessly as he remembered. “Completely wore me out before she was satisfied.” A contented smile settling on his face at the memory. John focused on the man, shifting slightly as heat flared slightly in his belly. “I had to take a couple of days off work to recover. My hips hurt for like a week after and I took a lot of flack at work for the bruises.”
“But you enjoyed yourself?”
“Oh yeah.” Greg drawled, “I’ve never felt as used as I did then.”
“And you liked that?”
Greg blinked as he realised that John was sitting a lot closer to him than before, and there was a distinctly predatory look in his eyes. “Yes?”
“Ever been fucked by a male Alpha?”
“No?” Greg’s eyes widened slightly.
“Want to be?” John’s voice had dropped, a seductive edge to it.
“Are you hitting on me?” Greg was surprised. John was at least a decade younger than him and a lot more sexually active.
“I could be. If you wanted me to be.” John smirked and Greg swallowed making an impulsive decision.
“Let’s go.” Greg drunk the last of his beer as he stood.
“Your place?” John asked. “Sherlock was doing something involving human ears when I left the flat.”
* * * * *
They slammed through the door into Greg’s flat, hands frantically roaming, mouths hot as they kissed. The taxi driver hadn’t been amused at their inability to stop touching each other and had been glaring at them for most of the trip, although the wad of cash that Greg had thrust at him when they had staggered out would probably do a lot to alleviate the man’s irritation.
While neither of them had ever considered the other to be a potential sexual partner before, they were both fully on board now.
Greg moaned as John lifted him up against the wall and pinned him with his body, Greg’s legs coming up to wrap around his waist. His erection pressed into John’s stomach, and he rolled his hips, heat flaring up his spine.
“Oh, you liked that.” John’s blue eyes were dark with his arousal.
“I did.” Greg smirked, “What else you got?”
John laughed at the question. “A lot.” He leaned in and nipped at Greg neck. “How do you feel about me marking you up?”
Greg considered the question, pleased that John was thoughtful enough to ask, “Only a few visible ones please.” He would get comments from his workmates, but nothing too bad if it wasn’t excessive.
“But under your clothes?” Greg could read John’s amusement.
“Feel free to go to town. You?”
John mouthed at his neck, Greg tilting his head to give John more room. “I particularly like it when my partner scratches up my back.” John sucked hard after his admittance.
“I can do that.” Greg arched into him, fingers digging into John’s shoulders.
Satisfied with the bruise that he knew would rise, John pulled away. “Bed?”
“Sounds good.” Greg’s voice was husky. “Are you going to let me down?”
“I could. Or I could carry you?”
Greg laughed at him, “I don’t think pulling your back would get us where we both want to be.”
“Are you saying you don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you.” John raised a taunting eyebrow.
“I’m saying I’d prefer if you put me down so no accidents happen.”
John huffed a laugh, “Fine.” He loosened his grip and move back enough to let Greg slide down the wall.
Greg shoved him and John reluctantly stepped away. “You know for such a little guy you’re packing a lot of strength.”
“Enough with the short comments.” John swatted his ass as Greg moved away. Greg looked over his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Come on, bedroom’s this way.” John followed closely, his arousal burning steadily.
Greg’s bedroom was simple, as was the entire flat, John suspected it was a result of his divorce. There was a large queen-sized bed with a dark blue cover on it in the corner of the room, with a single side table on the free side.
Greg stripped off his shirt as he headed for the side table, quickly tossing both lube and condoms onto the bed. John tugged off his own shirt as he stepped into Greg’s space. The man was a lot more muscled than John had expected, and he trailed light fingers through the grey hair on his chest.
Greg shot a heated look down his body and then tugged him in for a hard kiss. It quickly turned aggressive as they battled for dominance, Greg knew that he would give in eventually, but John had said that he liked a challenge in bed.
John’s hands eagerly explored Greg’s chest, while Greg’s settled on John’s hips, fingers dipping into the man’s jeans. Greg grunted encouragingly as John played with his nipples, tweaking them progressively harder as Greg made encouraging noises into the kiss. Greg broke away to moan as John dragged blunt nails down his chest.
“Bed.” John ordered and pushed Greg slightly.
As Greg’s legs hit the bed he twisted and John found himself on his back with Greg perched over him, a wicked grin on his face. He pressed an open mouth against John’s throat, the scrap of his teeth causing John to moan, and then slowly made his way down John’s body nipping hard enough to leave small red marks in his wake. He pressed a kiss to the skin just above the opening to John’s jeans, the bulge of his erection clear. Holding John’s eyes, Greg’s fingers nimbly undid the buttons holding the jeans closed and then tugged them off as John co-operatively lifted his hips. The jeans landed on the floor behind Greg, but he wasn’t concerned as to where they had landed, as his focus was on mouthing at bulge contained by John’s black boxer briefs.
John's eyes flickered shut at the sensation, but he forced them open. It had been a while since he had gotten to watch a man enjoying his cock so much, as all his recent partners had been female. And Greg was definitely enjoying himself, his eyes were closed in bliss as he mouthed at John’s dick.
Suddenly impatient to get the man’s mouth on his dick, he pushed Greg away and lifted his hips pulling off his briefs. Grinning unabashed when Greg laughed at the abrupt movement.
Greg took in the man’s cock and licked his lips, it was larger than his own, but that wasn’t a surprise as Alpha’s tended to have larger cocks that Betas. However it wasn’t too much that he was worried about it fitting in either his mouth or ass.
“Do you want me to put a condom on before you suck my dick?” As a Doctor John was very aware of sexually transmitted infections.
Greg pulled away slightly, “When was the last time you were tested?”
“A month ago and I haven’t been with anyone since. You?”
“I got tested after I found out the wife was cheating on me and I haven’t fucked anyone since.” Greg wasn’t ashamed of how long it had been since he had had sex, and he’d come to terms with his wife’s cheating.
“Your choice then.” John offered, “At least for the blow job, but we’ll use one when I fuck you, easier clean up.”
Greg thought for a moment and then lowered his head to take John’s cock into his mouth. Well, John thought, that was one way of showing his decision.
Greg moaned at the taste of John’s cock. It had been years since he’s sucked a man’s cock and he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed it. The bitter taste, the weight on his tongue, how John groaned when he hummed in pleasure.
Greg took it easy, not even attempting to take much of John’s cock into his mouth, his hand stroking the rest of his length. He varied the strength at which he sucked, enjoying the noises John was making. The man’s obvious enjoyment at his ministrations was good for his ego, after all John had a lot of experience.
Eventually he pulled off, ignoring the fingers John tangled in his hair and grinned wryly at John’s pout. “This isn’t the most comfortable position for my back.” John was barely on the bed, and Greg was perched in a half crouch on the floor, “Scoot back.”
John laughed and shifted without complaint. Greg following, eager to go back to sucking the man’s cock. As he grew more confident, he carefully took John’s cock deeper, the man’s finger’s tightening in his hair, gently guiding but not pushing. He set a rhythm that worked for both of them and it wasn’t long before John pulled him away.
“As nice as your mouth is I’d rather come in your ass.” John explained.
“You can’t come twice in a night?” Greg taunted, “A strong Alpha like yourself?”
John rolled his eyes and tugged Greg up his body so that they were lying on their sides facing each other. “Probably, but I’m getting older and the only way to guarantee would be if I was in rut.” John kissed him, not worried about the taste of him in Greg’s mouth, and impatiently tugged off the other man’s jeans.
It took only moments before Greg was completely naked and he grinned at the admiring look that John swept along his body. John tugged him close, their erections sliding against each other and kissed him with purpose. Greg easily moved his leg as John’s prompting, slinging it over the other man’s hip so that John’s fingers could drift over his asshole. Without breaking the kiss, Greg groped for the lube he’d tossed onto the bed earlier and nudged John with the bottle.
John pulled away from the kiss to take the bottle, quickly squeezing lube onto his fingers and carefully pushing the first finger into Greg.
“You could probably go a little faster.” Greg told him.
“I thought you hadn’t taken a man to bed in years.”
“Yeah, but me and the wife were pretty adventurous, and I quite enjoy playing with my prostate when I’m getting off.” Greg told him.
“Fair enough.” John agreed, his first finger had been very easily accepted into Greg’s body and slid a second in alongside the first.
Greg huffed out a breath at the stretch and forced himself to relax. It didn’t take long before he was thrusting back onto John’s fingers.
“Another.” He demanded and John complied.
Soon Greg was easily taking John’s fingers and John was struggling with his arousal. With a grunt of protest from Greg he pulled his finger’s free, “On your hands and knees.” He ordered with a light slap on Greg’ hip.
“Want to mount me?”
John rolled his eyes, “Way to lean into the Alpha stereotype.”
Greg laughed and shifted. John moved in behind him and stroked a hand over the tight skin of his ass. “Do I need to stretch you more?”
Greg looked over his shoulder, “Nah. I like the burn, just go slowly.”
“I can do that.” John quickly slipped the condom on and slicked on some more lube. Then moving in closer he steadied his cock and pressed in. He was careful, but when Greg grunted he paused for a moment in case it had been too fast for the other man.
“That wasn’t a complaint. Keep going.” Greg flicked him another look over his shoulder, his eyes blown open with pleasure. “I told you I like the burn.”
Taking his words for it, John pressed in slowly but inexorably until he was fully seated. “Good?”
Greg nodded, “Oh yeah. I’d forgotten how good it could be.”
John huffed out a laugh, and then pulled out and pressed in again. As he set a rhythm Greg slumped forward, his head coming to rest on the bed, and John knew that the man was enjoying himself.
He gradually built up his pace, his arousal hot in his spine until he was fucking into Greg hard enough that the other man was grunting each time he bottomed out.
“Good?”
“You could be going harder.” Greg snarked back, although it was somewhat countered by the breathy quality in his voice, as well as the way the man was meeting his thrusts.
“Okay, remember you asked for this.” John smirked as he shifted his position, widening his stance and tugging Greg into a better position.
“Oh fuck.” Greg cried out as John hammered his cock directly into his prostate.
John laughed, “Better?”
“Do that again.” Greg demanded and John complied, every thrust hitting the man’s prostate. Greg dissolved into moans, writhing in John’s grip as the Alpha fucked him. John was pleased with how responsive the other man was, and how vocal. He loved fucking someone who was so open with their enjoyment.
“Do you think you could come just on my cock?” John leaned over so that his chest was pressed against Greg’s sweat covered back and murmured into Greg’s ear. “Just from being fucked by an Alpha?”
A strangled noise was his only response, and he smirked continuing his carefully aimed thrusts. “I think you could, just like an Omega bitch.”
His eyes widened as Greg’s body convulsed, clamping down on his cock, and the man came soundlessly. He stilled, buried deep inside, waiting until Greg relaxed.
“That was a little embarrassing.” Greg’s voice was rough.
“I don’t know I thought it was pretty hot.” John stroked a hand down his back. “Coming from a little dirty talk, without me touching your cock once. I wonder how fast you’d come if I put a lot of effort into it.”
“You’re an asshole.” Greg grunted, twisting slightly so that he could glare at John. The effectiveness completely ruined by the flush on his skin and the satisfaction in his eyes. “But you also haven’t come.” He prompted.
“Just waiting for you to catch up.” John smirked.
“Just go for it.” Greg told him, “I’m not going to get hard again, but I’ll still enjoy myself.”
Holding the man’s eyes John pulled his hips back and then snapped them forward and watched with interest as Greg’s eyes fluttered. He thrust a few more times, but Greg turned away as he relaxed into being fucked and John decided he’d quiet like to watch the other man’s face as he fucked him.
He pulled out fully and Greg made a noise of protest, turning his head to glare at him.
“Roll over.” John told him, even as he helped Greg to shift onto his back. “Pillow.” Greg flailed a hand upwards for a pillow and pushed it at John, who lifted Greg’s hips and stuffed it underneath him.
Settling between the man’s splayed thighs, John pushed back in with a moan. Greg was relaxed around him, but the walls of his ass still clung to John’s dick. Deciding to take Greg’s words to heart John started thrusting, focused on his own pleasure. He watched Greg’s face through pleasure heavy eyes and while the other man wasn’t hard it was clear he was enjoying himself. John’s eyes fluttered shut as his orgasm built, heat pooling at the base of his spine. His thrusts grew shorter, harder.
And then his eyes flicked open in surprise as he felt a familiar tingle at the base of his cock. “Oh fuck. My knot’s growing.”
Greg’s own eyes widened, a knot only formed for an Alpha when they were with an Omega, or in rut. “Are you going into rut?” His surprise was clear on his face, they were obviously a lot more compatible than either of them had thought.
Heat flushed across John’s cheekbones. “Fuck. Maybe.” His thrusts didn’t stop, but Greg could feel that John was being carefully to not push his forming knot into Greg.
Making a fast decision, Greg shifted to wrap his legs around John’s hips, his hand’s grasping roughly at John. John’s eyes widened in shock as Greg tugged him closer, making the invitation to knot him clear.
“Fuck. Are you sure?” John stopped thrusting and held himself still with a heroic effort, knowing that it wasn’t going to take much for his knot to be full sized.
“Come on Alpha.” Greg’s words were carefully and specifically chosen. “Knot me.” He deliberately scrapped his blunt nails down John’s back, recalling John’s earlier comment to encourage John to release his restraint. John reacted to the purposeful action and his hips snapped forward, hard and powerfully as he pushed his still growing knot into Greg’s willing body.
Greg was writhing in clear pleasure, a stream of encouraging moans, whines and begging falling continuously from his mouth as John fucked him with purpose, the stretch of the man’s growing knot making him shudder every time it was pushed into his ass.
He knew that John was getting close by the way the other man’s thrusts were getting sloppier and arched in pleasure as John sunk his teeth into his shoulder and gave one final thrust his knot locking them together. Greg’s finger’s dug into John’s muscles as the man came and his eyes rolled back as pleasure flooded his system, while he hadn’t hardened fully again, the stretch of John’s knot, the sharp pain of his teeth and the overstimulation he was feeling was enough to almost make him feel like he was coming again.
John eventually slumped down on his chest, teeth loosening and Greg let his legs fall back to the bed. Feeling the shudders that racked John’s body as his orgasm continued, Greg ran his hands down his back comfortingly. John occasionally gave a violent shudder, the regularity of the shudders slowly tapering off until Greg felt the man’s knot deflate a few minutes later.
“You okay?” John's voice was rough.
“I’m really good.” Greg told him, and it was true. While his ass would definitely be sore tomorrow, and likely the day after, it was a price he was willing to accept for some of the best sex in his life.
John lifted his head, and the apology was clear in his eyes as he brushed the bitemark on Greg’s shoulder. It was deep and Greg knew that it would take a while to disappear. “I didn’t think that would happen.”
He sat up and reached between them and Greg shuddered as he pulled out. John rolled to the side. “How annoyed are you going to be if I toss this on the floor?”
Greg rolled his eyes, knowing full well the other man wouldn’t do that, and reached for the waste basket next to the bed. “Toss it in here.”
John tossed the tied condom into the basket and then slumped back onto the bed.
“I’m really sorry.”
Greg rolled his eyes again and put the basket back on the ground, before lying on his side facing the other man. “Stop apologising. It was very clear that you didn’t expect to knot, and I wanted it.”
John studied him carefully and Greg keep his face open and honest. “Okay.”
“Are you going into rut?” He asked delicately. Greg didn’t know much about an Alpha’s rut, just that it meant they were with a compatible partner and wanted to fuck them a lot.
John studied the feelings running through his body, the tingling in his lower back, how his cock wasn’t completely soft and grimaced. “Yes.”
“What do you need from me?”
“I don’t need anything.” John told him.
“Okay. What do you want from me?” Greg rephrased, knowing that John wouldn’t want to put any expectations on him. “And keep in mind that I won’t agree to anything I don’t want.”
John looked at him intently, “I’ll want physical contact. Sex, if you’d be comfortable with it, but otherwise I just want to spend the next 24 hours or so with you.”
“I’m not expected at work for two days, and I’ll only get called in if it’s an all-hands-on-deck situation.” Greg told him. He shifted slightly, “I have no objections to touching you, but sex could be a problem.” John was wearing his polite, calm face and Greg pushed at his shoulder. “I’m not turning you down idiot. It’s just I’m not sure how much more my ass can take.”
Something flashed across the calm, and Greg could tell that he was missing a key piece of knowledge.
“Just tell me so I can make an educated choice.” He told John.
“An Alpha’s semen contains a muscle relaxant, pain killer and a small dose of aphrodisiac during rut.” John admitted. “It’s one of the reasons scientists give to support why the Alpha genetics haven’t disappeared from the population.”
Greg’s eyes widened, “I knew about the muscle relaxant.”
John shrugged, “I know about the others because I’m a doctor, the relaxant has the most obvious effect and the other’s get lost.”
“So what you’re saying is that as long as we don’t use condoms you could spend the next 24 hours fucking me and I’d be fine afterwards?” Greg demanded.
“You’d still be sore, but more like after a good workout rather than complete agony.”
Greg nodded and then abruptly rolled over so that he was straddling John’s hips. “John, I’d really appreciate it if you could spend the next day using my body to slake your lust.”
John gaped at him and then started to laugh. “Slake my lust?” He managed to gasp out.
Greg scratched his chin, “Okay that didn’t come out right.”
“That’s alright, I’ll fuck you anyway.” And still laughing John tugged him down so that they could kiss.
* * * * *
Greg had been right about the teasing from his work colleagues when he had turned up to a call early on the morning he returned to work on. But he didn’t mind. The weekend had been a blur of sex, interspersed with moments of peaceful quiet, when he and John just spent time touching. John loved running his fingers over Greg’s skin, particularly across the marks that their passion had littered his body with. Greg had found himself content to just press against the other man, it was better skin-to-skin but even separated by clothing it had still felt good.
It hadn’t been all sex. Even an Alpha in rut needed breaks to refuel, and the two of them had scoffed down Thai food, the delivery girl giving Greg an encouraging thumbs up when she saw John wandering shirtless into the room, much to both of their amusement.
“Good weekend?” Sally muttered pointedly as she stopped next to him.
Greg raised an eyebrow in surprise at the query, Sally normally kept it professional on the job, only lapsing into familiarity off the clock. “Very good.”
“And you’re alright?”
Greg turned to face her fully, brow furrowing as he realised there was more to her query than just curiosity.
“I’m fine. Why?”
She tapped her nose, “You smell like Alpha rut.” Her words were quiet. “And I know that it can be… stressful for betas.”
“I’m good.” He reassured her, “He was careful.”
He could read the clear curiosity as to the identity of his partner, but also the decision not to press. “Good.”
A few hours later it was clear that forensics wasn’t finding anything. “This isn’t going well.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, as he took in the building frustration of the officers.
Sally frowned, “No. There’s no witnesses, forensics isn’t having much luck and the medical examiner is having trouble determining cause of death.”
“I’ll give them a bit more time, but I think we’re going to need to call in Sherlock.”
Sally scowled, as much as she come to appreciate Sherlock’s ability to solve crime, she still didn’t like how he went about it.
Half an hour later, the forensic supervisor had admitted they were stuck and Sally sighed as Greg sent the text. Barely twenty minutes later a taxi pulled up and Sherlock bounded out, followed by John Watson in a much calmer manner.
As the man passed by her, Sally picked up a familiar scent and her eyes widened. She shot a look at Greg, who shrugged as a smirk briefly flashed across his face.
“Watson? Really?” She hissed at him later as they stood close enough to watch the two men as they looked over the body, but far enough for them not to hear her.
Greg outright smirked at her. “It was a really good weekend.”
But any further conversation was stopped as Sherlock reeled off his conclusions, looking disgusted that they’d bothered to summon him for such as easy puzzle, before storming out.
John paused briefly as he trailed after Sherlock, his hand lightly touching Greg’s arm to draw his attention. “We still on for the game tonight?”
Greg smiled, “Yeah. I’ll message if anything holds me up.”
Sally watched with interest as Greg watched the other man leave. “So not a once off then?” Her voice was free of judgement.
He pulled his gaze away to look at her, “No. We’re going to see if it will go anywhere.”
“Then I’m happy for you.” Then she smirked at him, “Although it does mean you’ll have to spend even more time with Sherlock.”
The face he pulled as he recognised the truth in her words made her laugh loudly enough to draw everyone’s attention to them.
“Shut up, Donovan.”