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Jayce has the perfect roommate.

Mate. The word resonates in his head, always thinking of Viktor when someone mentions courting or mating or, Goddess forbid, mounting.

Jayce had met the alpha the first week of class, when he was sprinting across campus, already late for his chemistry lecture. Distracted by a passing cat, the omega barreled directly into Viktor’s spine, sending them both spiraling to the ground.

Jayce had twisted his body midair, so he would be the one to take the brunt of their weight. He landed flat on his back, air escaping his lungs. Black dots danced in his vision, and when Jayce came to, the first thing he saw was gold.

Glaring down at him were eyes that glittered fiercely. They were brighter than the sun and made the omega’s body heat up, melting Jayce’s thoughts into one continuous stream of I am yours, yours, yours.

“Please, let go of me,” the alpha underneath him gritted.

Jayce hadn’t realized his arm was wrapped around the alpha’s waist, crushing their bodies, and consequently, their genitals, together.

“I am so sorry,” Jayce squeaked, handing the other man his cane. “I’m late to class, and, honestly, I don’t even know where the lecture hall is.” The omega couldn’t help but let a low whine slip into his words.

The alpha sighed, relaxing his shoulders. A tiny smile made its way onto his face when he saw the omega’s nervous stance. “Which class?”

“Advanced General Chemistry with Dr. Heimerdinger,” Jayce said. He sniffled pathetically, trying his very best to look apologetic.

“I am also heading that way. Come on.” The alpha offered his hand, palm facing upwards.

Jayce stared, little twinkles in his eyes. He didn’t think he’d get this far with the handsome stranger.

As if he wasn’t aware of his body moving to pull the omega closer, the alpha blushed. “Well?”

Jayce took the outstretched hand, marveling in the way their palms slid together in a perfect match. “My name is Jayce.”

The alpha replied softly. “Viktor.”

They spent the rest of their freshman year attached to the hip. Viktor, the lucky bastard, had a first-floor, single room two minutes away from the chemistry building, so Jayce often spent the night before tests.

Late nights spent staring at formulas and equations until their retinas burned quickly deviated into talks about Ximena’s garden, Viktor’s childhood, anything and everything they could talk about. Conversation flowed easily, naturally, between them, like Jayce had known him his whole life. Any time he needed comfort, or a quiet place to rest, Viktor’s room was always open.

Slowly, the omega built a nest on the extra bed Viktor had. The alpha noticed as soon as Jayce dragged his eighteen-year-old quilt into the room, but he said nothing about it.

Viktor never acknowledged Jayce’s tendency to steal his clothes, either, simply raising his eyebrow when he caught the omega rifling through his closet. The alpha never forced the issue, not until Jayce’s heat arrived.

“You can stay here, and I will take your room,” Viktor said, hastily packing his laptop charger and a week’s worth of clothes into his compact backpack.

“No, wait!” Jayce grabbed the alpha’s arm. “Don’t leave me.”

Viktor hesitated, a torn expression on his face, then shook his head. “Not this time.” Elation replaced the dread threatening to consume Jayce. “We have not even begun to discuss the possibility of sharing our cycles.”

“I’ve always wanted you,” Jayce protested.

Viktor had one hand on the doorknob, tensed and ready to flee. “Then, we will do this the right way. Later. For now, this is all I can offer.”

Viktor walked to the nest and cupped Jayce’s nape with a steady hand. Bringing their necks together, he nuzzled into Jayce’s scent gland, creating a beautiful swirl of their scents.

The omega dug his nails into his palms. If Jayce got his hands on any part of Viktor, he would never let go.

“I will see you in a few days, my Jayce.” With that, Viktor left the omega with an underwear full of slick and a heart that longed for his presence.

Three days after Jayce’s heat, Viktor’s rut came. Jayce was barred from the room, and when he returned, his comforter was scent free. The alpha blushed prettily, a site Jayce greatly enjoyed, and apologized, promising to re-scent it via a cuddle session in the omega’s nest.

It had been two years since then, and with each passing cycle, they grow bolder and bolder. Jayce’s last heat ended with Viktor’s mouth and fingers covered in slick, the scent clinging to the alpha’s skin for days. Similarly, Viktor’s most recent rut ended with his knot trapped in Jayce’s fist after literal hours of dry humping with nothing but a thin sheet between them.

Now, Viktor’s rut is quickly approaching. Jayce has the date marked on his Google Calendar for preparation purposes, hoping this cycle is the one that syncs them together.

When Jayce flings his bedroom door open, he’s hit with the scent of pre-rut. Horny alpha permeates the air, swimming through his senses and rewiring his brain.

Jayce stumbles through his room, nearly tripping over his rug until he comes to with his nose stuffed into his pillow case, where the scent is the strongest. Sweet milk, musk, and leather. Viktor.

The alpha, his alpha, left a present for him, enticing him to hunt, to be claimed, to be bred. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was a courting—

“Evening, omega,” Viktor’s airy voice rumbles into a purr from his doorway. More of the sweet, head dizzying smell intertwines with his own tantalizing scent. C’mere, alpha. Fill me with your pups.

Jayce whines longingly thinking about a child with tan skin and loose curls, Viktor’s golden eyes and his sharp gaze. They would make such lovely, strong pups. He could give him so many children, his belly always round and full.

“Alpha,” Jayce pants. He falls face forward onto his bed, stuffing a pillow between his legs.

Jayce is possessed, drunk off his alpha’s presence and the pheromones of his impending rut. He rubs his cock against the satin, smearing his slick on a platter for his mate to taste. His cheeks begin to warm, traveling throughout the rest of his body. It swirls in a familiar pattern inside his chest before congregating in his cunt. “Come inside my nest.”

Jayce’s nest is much messier than it typically is. His thick, white comforters are strewn across his bed, pillows in a similar disarray. The fitted sheets are hanging on by a thread, and his brown cow plush that Viktor got him for his birthday sits facing the wall obediently. Jayce should be embarrassed by the unorganized wad of fabrics. He should be ashamed of how his slick is soaking through into the memory foam of his pillow, but knowing Viktor has his eyes on him, Jayce picks up the pace.

His cock slaps uselessly against his stomach as he bears down on the same pillow he sleeps on every night.

Usually, being well-endowed in the dick department is a good thing, especially for omega couples or more submissive betas and alphas, but for Jayce, it’s embarrassing. He barely touches his cock when he masturbates, preferring one, or both, of his holes to be full instead. Jayce likes feeling used, like a cum bucket or just a sex toy for his alpha’s needs.

The frame creaks against the wall under the stress of his thrusts. The slick dripping from his cunt squelches with each little movement forward. The cacophony of sounds could be a mating call, a siren’s song to lure his alpha to him.

“Viktor,” he trills. Maybe his alpha needs the reassurance that he wants him, not just any stinky knothead from the street.

“Jayce.” Viktor’s usual tenor deepens into a growly bass, reverberating in the space between them, firing electrical signals into his brain to submit. Following his natural instincts, Jayce uses his hands to spread his cheeks, giving the alpha the best view of his dripping holes. Not to be vain, but if he were an alpha, Jayce would knot himself.

“You’re in pre-rut, V.” Jayce turns towards the doorway, pillow still between his legs. He should stop humping his pillow. That would be the logical thing to do. Apologize profusely to his roommate and best friend, who is an alpha for Janna’s sake.

But Jayce almost cums right then from the sight framed sinfully against the entryway. The veins in Viktor’s neck bulge with restraint, scent glands swollen and irritated underneath the collar of his unbuttoned dress shirt.

If Jayce didn’t know any better, it looks like Viktor knotted an omega pussy beforehand, which doesn’t sit right with him. No, not at all. Raising his nose in the air, Jayce scents the area heavily to detect an intruder’s—his competition’s—scent.

No apples and cinnamon from Viktor’s chemistry lab partner, no vanilla and sugar from his 3 PM tutoring student, certainly no roses and cream from the omega PhD student trying to get in the alpha’s pants. Nothing but Viktor’s mouthwatering scent. Which means Viktor, who is usually very composed, is disheveled, fucked out, because of Jayce.

Viktor’s nails are half shifted into claws, splintering the wood under the pressure. He looks conflicted, like he has to use his arm to anchor him into their—yes, their—apartment’s infrastructure. Whether it’s to flee or to prevent himself from fucking Jayce into the mattress, Jayce doesn’t know.

By the looks of the disproportionately large bulge in Viktor’s slacks, Jayce assumes the latter. He can’t help but let out a deep purr at that.

He can’t help it. Jayce is a smug and confident omega, very self-assured and independent. Let him be a little cocky every once in a while. “I can help you with that,” the omega offers. His purr revs up like a diesel engine, Jayce’s hips slowly moving in sensual circles.

In response, a low whine echoes through his room. Jayce stops his ministrations immediately, body tense and on high alert. What’s wrong? Why is his alpha distressed? Jayce has everything here: a comfy nest, water, food, protection from intruders. What is he missing?

“I cannot continue on any longer if you are not my mate, if your neck does not bare my mark.” Viktor buries his nose in his arm, jaw clenching, but he can’t seem to bring himself to turn away from the omega.

Magma flows through Viktor’s irises, threatening to crumble the earth around them into volcanic ash. It’s the only part of his face that Jayce can see.

Copper wafts in the air between them, further heightening Jayce’s concern. Little droplets of blood trickle down Viktor’s arm like sap escaping the confines of tree bark. Tip, top, tap on the hardwood beneath their feet.

Jayce pads over, taking Viktor’s arm from the hold his teeth have on it. It comes easily.

The marks are deep. Luckily, his long fangs have avoided any major arteries. The omega chirrups in a determined manner. His tongue collects the fresh blood and laps over the puncture wounds. They may not be mates yet—so his saliva will not contain healing properties—but it provides Jayce comfort, knowing his alpha’s injuries are at least clean.

“My darling,” Viktor murmurs. He guides Jayce’s head up to his level, pressing a loving kiss into his hair. Yes, pamper me with kisses. I deserve all of the affection. “Before the moon rises again, you will be split on my knot, full of our pups, my teeth latched onto your nape. Do you understand that I cannot let you walk away afterwards?”

“Viktor,” Jayce rumbles, soothing the alpha’s nerves. How could he reject a promise like that? A future where the omega gets a knot from Viktor whenever he pleases, spoiled with an abundance of children and affection. “I wouldn’t offer my heat to just anyone. Only you.” He bares his neck. If a mating bite would please him, Jayce would give it freely.

“One week—” Viktor gasps. His hips stutter in the air, searching for a hole to bully his cock into, but he does not give in. In fact, he nudges Jayce back in the direction of his nest. “My rut will be here in one week, little omega.” Jayce can’t help but keen at the endearment. He has never been someone’s little omega before. Omega, yes, but never little. “Until then, wait for me. I promise, I will make it worth your while.”

I would wait one thousand years for you, Jayce wants to say.

Instead he nods, bottom lip trembling. He will be good. “Yes, alpha.”

Viktor coos. He leans against his cane, bending down to retrieve his scarf and waistcoat, offering both to the omega. “None of that now, little one.”

Jayce’s heart soars once again. He snatches the clothing items from his future mate’s hands and immediately buries his face into the lovely scent. There’s a note of something more regal, hidden underneath the smell of spices. Cashmere. It’s very lovely, a scent Jayce is sure only he has the right to know.

His internal body temperature cools, sated by Viktor’s scent. “Thank you, V.”

“This is only the first courting gift, my Jayce. Sleep now. You’ll need the rest,” Viktor teases.

Jayce thinks about chucking a large pillow at him. He does not. Because he is a kind and gracious omega. And because he does not want his pillowcase to touch the floor. That would be gross.

He falls asleep surrounded by a beautiful swirl of scents, one that settles deep into his bones and deeper into his heart, where it belongs.

—--

The first gift comes in the form of Rio, the ratty Maine Coon they found in the back of their favorite Ionian takeout place three years ago. Her black fur grows in patches, leaving her perpetually botched and scrunkly, but she is their baby, their pride and joy. Also, she is the reason they never have to pay for exterminators (Growing up on the streets, Rio became a vicious hunter of both bugs and rats).

Jayce coos at the cat, picking her up to give her a flurry of kisses. She meows indignantly, pushing her paws against his face in protest. A grown woman! Being coddled like a kitten. Jayce knows he is the only one she will let smother her in this way. After all, he did bottle feed her when she was too weak to move.

While continuing to indulge in his cuteness aggression, Jayce feels cool metal clink against his teeth.

Attached to Rio’s collar is a silver key with “my omega” etched onto the bow.

For him?

Jayce wracks his brain for what the key could lead to. He and Viktor share a research lab, and obviously it’s not for the apartment. After a moment of thinking, Jayce mentally shrugs. The alpha gifted the key to him, so he’ll keep it close, even if he doesn’t exactly understand its purpose at the moment.

Jayce puckers his lips to give Rio one last smooch on her furry head and sends her off. “Give your papa love for me!”

She mrrrooowwws in response, flicking her tail in an irate manner. Her ears are pinned to her head with her pupils narrowed into slits. Still, Rio rubs her elfish face on his calves, nipping the muscle as a goodbye gesture.

Ugh, how can Janna make any cat so perfect? Resisting the urge to wrap Rio into a forced cuddling session, Jayce slips the key around his necklace, directly next to the blue crystal he’s had since he was a pup, and slips out the door.

—--

When Jayce comes home, thirteen hours later, basically a dead man walking, two different items await him on his bed. Two gifts! Three, today. The alpha is really laying it on thick, as if he needs to impress Jayce anymore.

Jayce is used to courting displays. Massive bouquets of abhorrently stinky flowers. Varieties of expensive chocolates that are much too sweet and are immediately fed—oftentimes by hand—to Viktor. One bold alpha even gifted Jayce a vibrator covered in his fluids. None of those gifts, especially the last one, were particularly impressive.

Something about Viktor’s gifts, though, have Jayce’s head spinning in anticipation. Viktor is the first alpha who had the decency to talk to Jayce before announcing his intentions to mate him.

At first, Jayce dreaded the rest of the night. After long hours in class, then the lab, there’s an engineering gala he still has to attend. It would’ve been bearable with Viktor by his side, with the alpha’s love for critiquing hors d'oeuvres and sipping on sweet champagne. Unfortunately, his pre-rut conditions seemed to have worsened, throwing him into what he calls his “do not talk, do not touch Jayce” mood.

Jayce is disappointed that he cannot have his alpha on his arm to flaunt in front of his failed admirers, but the gifts lift his spirits greatly.

One of the items is Viktor’s briefs. Immediately, Jayce knows they were used for a multitude of physical activities. Sweat and heavy musk waft into his nose, traveling through his olfactory sensors, and directly into his leaking cunt.

When Jayce picks up the fabric to bury his nose in it, he notices that it’s still wet with a viscous fluid. Could it be…?

A quick sampling via his tongue confirms Jayce’s suspicions. Viktor came in his underwear like a newly presented pup. And from the looks of it, he came a lot. The alpha’s spend oozes along the stitching, most of it collected where his cockhead must’ve rested.

Pleased purrs and trills fill the air as Jayce imagines their first time mating. Viktor will fill him so well, pumping him full of cum until the omega will have no choice but to take it and produce a litter of pups for them.

Jayce nuzzles into the fabric, tongue lapping at his gift. He’s not fond of the texture—it’s heavy on his tongue—but the taste.

Apparently, pestering Viktor about his atrocious eating and sleeping habits inadvertently paid off. Ever since Viktor fainted from exhaustion in their living room, with no one to find him except for Jayce, the omega keeps a constant supply of prepped meals in the fridge. He also makes sure to walk the alpha back to their apartment or, at the very least, coax him to the couch with the promise of using Jayce’s favorite blanket.

It’s a guilty pleasure, seeing his best friend swaddled in a cocoon of Jayce’s scent. He doesn’t know if Viktor realizes it, but during late nights, when it’s just the two of them in the lab and they’re sat thigh-to-thigh, blanket over their shoulders, the alpha will rumble. Hoarse and crackly and all Viktor. Jayce craves the sound often, as rare as it is to hear.

Besides his rusty purr, Viktor’s cum is a close second on Jayce’s list of Favorite Things to Ever Exist. Licking the remaining fluid from his lips, Jayce swivels his head to look at the other present on his bed.

A tunic lies atop his comforter, neatly folded without a wrinkle in sight. It’s white and flowy with long sleeves. Lace adorns the collar, almost mimicking that of a mating mark.

Upon closer inspection, Jayce notices an embroidered “V” on the right side where the omega’s most prominent scent gland resides, and on the left is a “J” encircled by flowers. All of it is stitched in white thread. Subtle, but a mark nonetheless.

There’s a cutout where the chest is, a slit that drags from just below his collar to the top of his belly button. It’s risqué, honestly a little slutty. Jayce loves it, even if it is borderline scandalous for a formal event. He puts it on immediately, pleased with the perfect fit.

A devious idea forms in Jayce’s mind. Taking two of his thick fingers, he swipes them through the mess—his treat—and rubs the fluid behind his ears and on his wrists. Jayce smears a large portion of it on his exposed chest. The ejaculate leaves a sheer glossiness in the curls of Jayce’s chest hair, like a musky body glitter.

While he still has a little bit of his alpha’s cum left, Jayce dips two fingers into his waiting cunt, acquainting the seed with his slick. He pumps them in and out a few times, spreading the cum along his innermost walls. If Viktor cannot accompany him to the gala, the omega will have to carry him in some other way.

The motion only serves to heighten Jayce’s arousal. He props one foot on his bed to get a better angle.

A third finger enters his tight heat, and he curls them to look for the bundle of nerves that makes him arch his back in ecstasy.

“Jayce.” Viktor’s growl shocks the omega, jolting his fingers deeper into his cunt. “Don’t you have a gala to prepare for?”

This time, the alpha’s pants are hung low, so his cock is exposed. It suits Viktor, long and slender, purple at the tip from arousal and Viktor’s white-knuckled grip on it.

“Alpha,” Jayce pants. His cunt squelches obscenely as he adds a fourth finger. The temptation of Viktor’s cock is almost too much for the omega to bear. “Just need a little stress relief before I go.”

Viktor pumps himself in time with Jayce’s thrusts, fangs flashing as his mouth falls open. “Jayce, you cannot keep doing this to me.”

“You started it,” Jayce hisses. His hole accommodates the stretch easily. See, it’s perfect for your knot.

Viktor has no defense for himself. His eyes narrow at the tunic’s opening, and when he realizes why Jayce’s hair is extra shiny, the alpha freezes. “You did not—”

“It was my gift! I can do whatever I please with your cum.”

The air is tense and silent between them. Jayce is surprised his insolence has not landed him a place over Viktor’s lap with harsh swats to his ass. The alpha would be good at discipline, landing swift strikes against Jayce’s rear until the omega breaks down into tears, and when Jayce has taken his punishment, Viktor would reward him with his knot.

Jayce has to resist every urge to fuck himself on the alpha’s engorged cock, societal expectations be damned, settling for his fifth finger instead.

The stretch is what pushes him over the edge. Jayce gushes around his hand, watching his alpha jerk his cock furiously once again.

Viktor must notice the jealous look on Jayce’s face because he beckons the omega over. “Come here, my star.”

Jayce pads over, standing much closer to his roommate than he probably should.

“You are the most captivating, accomplished, bratty omega I have ever met,” Viktor says fondly. Still fucking his fist, Viktor uses his free hand to admire Jayce’s physique. He tweaks at the omega’s nipples and squeezes the firm flesh beneath it. “I am the luckiest alpha in the world to have a mate as beautiful as you.”

“You are,” Jayce agrees.

Viktor’s hand wanders downwards, through Jayce’s wild bush and soft cock to frame his awaiting cunt. He spreads the lips apart, groaning at the sight of Jayce’s twitching clit and perpetually dripping cunt. “Next time you decide to test your alpha’s patience, I will punish you here.”

As a warning, Viktor pats the area with a firm hand, each touch resonating a plap, plap. “You’re going to spank my pussy?” Jayce asks. He shouldn’t sound so hopeful. It will only serve to make the alpha punish him harder.

Viktor hums. “One day,” he promises. “For now, I have another idea.” He guides his cock to Jayce’s entrance, sinking only the head in.

“Put it in,” Jayce keens. Viktor ignores him, gripping the omega’s hip tightly to prevent him from moving.

“It is in,” Viktor says. By the way his cock is twitching, matching the flutter of Jayce’s cunt, he’s already close. “You wanted my cum inside of you, do you not? My perfect omega wants to carry a piece of his alpha with him wherever he goes, yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jayce chants. He clenches around Viktor’s cock in a swift rhythm, coaxing his seed into its rightful bearer. Viktor doesn’t have to move, doesn’t have to stroke his shaft. Jayce will do all the work for him.

Viktor’s head flies backwards when his orgasm rips through him. He is certainly virile, spurt after spurt filling Jayce’s cunt until it leaks around the edges of Viktor’s cock.

Viktor winces, stepping back. Jayce rushes forward, hand outstretched to stabilize him, but Viktor catches it before it makes contact. He lays a reverent, chaste kiss on Jayce’s pulse point and shakes his head. “Do not worry, my Jayce. It is just my spine flaring up. Nothing a muscle relaxer and a joint will not fix.”

“I’ll be back soon to make you some herbal tea and cinnamon puffs,” Jayce says.

“Don’t rush yourself,” Viktor sighs. He pointedly does not look at where his spend drips down Jayce’s thighs. “Make us proud.” He says it like he already knows Jayce will. With one, last gentlemanly kiss to the back of Jayce’s knuckles, Viktor disappears into his room.

—---

The next gift is a long pillow on their lab’s couch. Dark blue, made of Ionian silk with a thread count so high, it exceeds Jayce’s bank account. It covers the three quarters of their couch, the perfect size for cuddling. Or humping, his mind supplies, flashing back to Jayce’s pathetic attempts at getting off a few nights prior.

There’s unfortunately no cum stains on the pillow, but it’s soaked with Viktor’s cashmere scent. His rut is quickly approaching if the intensity of the smell is anything to go by. The pheromones are thick on his tongue, and the next thing Jayce knows, he’s straddling the pillow with his face buried into the smooth case.

His hips move on their own accord, trying to ease the Viktor-shaped hole in his cunt.

Once Jayce is able to escape the confines of his pants, he knows the glide of his clit against the fabric will be heavenly.

Jayce checks his phone. The bright screen flashes June 23rd, 2025 in bold letters. One day until Viktor’s rut, until Jayce can stuff his roommate’s thick knot inside him until he’s sure the alpha’s seed will take. Maybe his heat will start, triggered by dominant alpha pheromones, and Jayce will get knocked up with Viktor’s pup. He thinks of his belly, swollen and round and—

Oh, fuck. Jayce’s slick soaked through his underwear. He scrambles off the pillow to check if it left a stain. It definitely did.

Curiously—out of habit—Jayce scents the air. His nose wrinkles and twitches, searching for the combination of his and Viktor’s scent. The aroma is strongest at the wet patch: tamarind and honey and sweet milk and leather, cashmere and fire above all else. Their rut and heat scents are divine, just as Jayce expected.

Viktor finds him with his face down in the original slick patch, naked cock rutting against the luxury fabric. Jayce emits a frustrated noise as his orgasm escapes him once again.

“The pillow was intended for your nest,” Viktor sighs. He shakes his head, peering down at Jayce through his eyelashes. “It was not supposed to be another way for you to display yourself like a brothel whore.”

“You think I’m pretty enough to be a whore?” Jayce asks.

Viktor tsks and strikes his palm against the muscle of Jayce’s rear. The omega gasps, his cock drooling. “Of course you are. I could tie you to a breeding bench, legs forced apart for easy access.” Viktor massages both of Jayce’s asscheeks and spreads them. He lets a glob of spit, full of his alpha venom, fall into Jayce’s winking hole. “You would be knotted in all three of your holes within minutes, a spectacle for everyone to behold.”

“Would you like it? Seeing me used and filthy with another alpha’s spend?”

“Absolutely not.” Viktor scowls. “You are made to take my cock, my knot only.”

Jayce purrs, satisfied at the alpha’s display of jealousy. Provoking Viktor is becoming one of his favorite activities. An exhilarating thrill rushes down Jayce’s spine whenever his partner loses his composure; he can’t wait to see what happens when Viktor finally snaps.

“Having you on display, however…” Viktor trails.

Jayce tilts his head. “You want people to watch us fuck?”

Viktor’s cheeks turn a brilliant red, traveling down his neck and chest. “I want everyone to know we belong together.” How romantic, Jayce swoons. It has always been a fantasy of his to be claimed publicly, to be so openly wanted and loved in front of others. “I desire you all the time.”

“Vik,” Jayce breathes. “I’m yours. Always. Mark or not, you always have my heart.”

No sooner than a second after Jayce’s last words are uttered are Viktor’s lips capturing his. The alpha kisses like he is trying to devour Jayce’s soul, stealing the omega’s breath with every swipe of his tongue. It’s clear the alpha’s rut is near, and Jayce’s body begins to warm in response.

Viktor collapses on the makeshift nest, rearranging the pillows to support his back and creating a perfectly Jayce-sized slot beside him.

Legs falling open, Viktor leans back on the plush comforter with his hands behind his head. The outline of his cock fights against his trousers, but the alpha makes no move to relieve the pressure.

“Play with your clit for me.” Viktor tilts his head, resting his chin on the palm of this hand. His eyes track Jayce’s every move.

The omega is acutely aware that Viktor is viewing him as prey, something to sink his claws and teeth into,

When Jayce reaches for the area under his balls, where his clit is hidden, Viktor intercepts his arm with an outstretched foot. The leather of Viktor’s dress shoe is cool against the omega’s sticky skin. “Not that one.”

The alpha’s shoe never leaves Jayce’s skin, dragging the tip from the underside of the omega’s wrist, down his sculpted torso, and onto his erect cock.

Automatically, Jayce wraps his hand around his length, but that, too, is not what Viktor is looking for. “Omegas should not caress themselves in that way. They receive no pleasure from it.”

Oh, so that’s how they’re playing it. Jayce can feel his body teeter along a dangerous temperature, his skin rapidly heating at his alpha’s show of dominance. “I-I don’t—” The words cluster together in Jayce’s mouth, like a bolus he cannot swallow.

“My star,” Viktor hums. “Do you need me to show you how omegas should be taken care of?”

“Yes, alpha. A dumb slut like me doesn’t understand how to play with myself properly.” If it weren’t for the support of Viktor’s hands, kneading Jayce's supple ass cheeks, Jayce is sure he would collapse.

“It’s okay, Jayce.” Viktor noses the skin along Jayce’s shaft, scenting the appendage as if the omega’s genitals are his to claim as well. “Alpha will teach you how to be a good bitch.”

Unconsciously, Jayce’s hips buck forward, further pushing his cock into Viktor’s explorations. His arousal beads at the tip, enticing the alpha to sample his omega’s offering. “Oh? Do you like being called that? My bitch, my knotsleeve, my little cockwhore.”

“Viktor,” Jayce gasps. The demeaning names embed themselves into the grooves of his brain, writing themselves into his DNA.

The alpha rubs his fingertips in the rivulets of fluid spilling over Jayce’s cock head, pressing them together, then releasing to create a sticky web. “You’re very wet here.” Jayce emits a strangled wail, Viktor’s skinny, but long, fingers penetrating his cunt without warning. “Here, too. How intriguing.”

Viktor withdraws his touches from the omega, licking the glistening residue from his fingers. Jayce wants the alpha’s wicked tongue on his cunt, or maybe his flimsy cock, preferably both.

“How do I taste?” Jayce steps closer. He towers over his mate, cock in line with Viktor’s hungry eyes.

“Would you like to try?” Viktor asks.

Jayce nods, eyes fluttering shut as he leans down expectantly.

A faux sigh of exasperation halts his movements. “That is quite unfortunate, since only good omegas, who can take their alpha’s knot, are allowed to indulge in their slick.”

To rub it in the omega’s face, Viktor’s tongue plays with the slit in Jayce’s cock. Viktor, Jayce is learning, is very skilled with his tongue. In an act of genuine torture, the alpha begins to pump Jayce’s thick shaft with both hands, while he slurps at the fluid erupting from the tip. He shares none of this with his dutiful omega, which is just not fair.

Jayce almost gets lost in the feeling, falling deeper into his biology’s calling, when their lab door swings open.

“What’s wrong, my omega?” Viktor pupils explode to cover the expanse of his irises, while he strokes Jayce’s shaft. The sounds are obscene: wet and squelching from Jayce’s pre-cum and Viktor’s saliva.

“There’s someone, ah, at the door, alpha,” Jayce moans unabashedly. He thrusts his hips forward to fuck Viktor’s pretty hands. How can an engineer have such gorgeous hands?

Viktor hums, kissing along the shaft. Jayce tries his hardest—he swears—not to whine and simper until his alpha lets him cum, but he can’t help himself from thrashing in his hold. “Since when does my knotslut care about what others think, especially when his alpha wants to suck his pretty clit?”

Whispers flood their lab. Jayce whips his head to the source and sees multiple students have gathered at their doorway, staring in rapt fascination as Viktor, an alpha, worships Jayce’s thick cock. Two of them have their phones out, recording no doubt the best sex of Jayce’s life. The other one has his hands shoved down his pants, and from the looks of it, he’s fingering himself.

Jayce scents the air. Slick. The omega growls at the intruders, specifically the foreign omega. It’s loud and thundering, shaking the desks surrounding them. “Leave,” Jayce snarls.

“Ah, ah,” Viktor tuts. He squeezes the base of Jayce’s cock, digging his nails into the sensitive skin. “That is no way to behave.”

Growls immediately give away to whimpers, Jayce’s instincts submitting to the reprimand. “But, alpha,” Jayce says. He drags out the word “alpha” dramatically.

“Let them watch.” Viktor suckles the tip of Jayce’s cock into his mouth, groaning at the spurts of omega pleasure coating his taste buds.

Jayce’s omega is going insane, conflicted between warding off the intruders with his bulking figure, away from his alpha and nest, and wanting to preen by spreading his legs farther, so their audience can get a better view. On one hand, how dare they look at Viktor in such a compromising position, but on another, more conceited note, Jayce hopes they’re jealous. A beautiful omega, fertile and ripe for the taking, with a handsome, smart alpha, who wants nothing more than to satisfy his beloved.

Viktor begins to suck Jayce off in earnest, which effectively interrupts the omega’s train of thought. That’s right, look at my alpha take this cock—oh, Janna, fuckfuckfuck.

Jayce thought he’d never meet an alpha who would be attracted to him after seeing his cock, figured they’d be too intimidated by its size. Yet, here Viktor is, attempting to choke himself on it, bobbing his head like there’s no greater mission in life.

Spit drips onto Jayce’s ballsack as Viktor gags around his length. He can’t quite fit Jayce’s entire shaft in his mouth, and he’s not utilizing his tongue or hands enough, but the messiness and throat spasms are more than enough to keep Jayce hard.

“Ever seen a cock drunk alpha before?” Jayce says to the alpha girl, whose jaw is hanging loose at the site.

Jayce remembers her. She sent him a scented confession card once, hoping their pheromones would mix, and it would throw Jayce into heat. All it did was piss Viktor off and make Jayce nauseous, delaying another day of their research.

The girl shakes her head, eyes lasered onto Jayce’s dripping hole. Her minute scent wafts into his nostrils, trying to invade his space. Jayce rolls his eyes. Knotheads are only after one thing.

“Mmm, alpha,” Jayce keens. He knows he sounds like the typical omega pornstar, but apparently Jayce’s aggressive stance and the fact that his alpha is literally blowing him isn’t enough to ward them away. “You feel so goo—augh!”

Jayce’s fake moans turn into a real shriek as Viktor slaps his haunches in reprimand. The omega’s hips jerk forward out of reflex, sheathing the last of his cock in Viktor’s throat.

Jayce’s heart pounds against his chest at the sight of Viktor’s tears. No, the throbbing is originating from his dick. He’s about to cum. If he can get some friction, or if Viktor will play with his hole—

“Naughty, omega,” Viktor growls. A string of saliva connects his lips to the tip of Jayce’s cock, tempting the omega to lick it off. “Did I tell you to speak to them?”

“No, alpha. ‘M sorry,” Jayce whines. He bares his neck and goes slack, waiting for his punishment.

It never comes.

The omega jumps when he feels a wet heat slurp at his balls. Viktor snuffles into the crevice where his balls transition into his cunt, lapping at the sweat and slick. “Keep your eyes on me. You are supposed to be learning how a good omega, a good girl pleasures herself.”

“Yes, alpha. I’ll behave,” Jayce promises.

He has never met someone so obsessed with the non-exclusively omegan parts of himself while preserving their own alpha dominance. All this time, he’s been an enzyme, trying to make his active site fit any willing substrate. And here, nipping at his hidden clit, has been Jayce’s perfect substrate all along.

Viktor loves him because Jayce is a smartass and loves too hard and happens to be an omega, not because he’s an omega who happens to have all of those traits.

Fondness for the alpha surges through Jayce’s body. Heat follows. Jayce’s temperature rises, and his slick gushes from his cunt and from his cock, preparing his body to go into heat in the presence of a worthy alpha.

Viktor hisses, lapping up as much of Jayce’s arousal as he can to no avail. The air, saturated with their pheromones, thickens to an unbearable degree.

Jayce’s heat is starting, and Viktor’s rut has flared in response. They have an hour, maximum, before they’re thrown into fuck, breed, claim mode.

“You can claim me here, alpha. Shove your knot right into my omega pussy for everyone to see.” Viktor looks tempted at the offer, his pupils blown wide. The black hole drowns out the gold of his irises.

Public matings stopped years ago, when suppressors became popular, and couples could have safe, messy sex behind closed doors. They’re not common now, almost taboo, but it’s not illegal.

“Jayce,” Viktor says hesitantly. “Are you sure you want our first, eh, mating to be in front of a group of strangers?”

The omega weighs out his options. It’s their lab. He has a nest, a shower, and plenty of food stocked nearby. Jayce isn’t sure they’d make it very far before he’d pull Viktor in an alleyway or in a train car to shove him into a reverse mating press.

On the other hand, Jayce would be known as one of the first omegas in over six decades to be claimed and knotted in a public mating. Everyone would take one look, or sniff, at him and know that he spread his legs for his alpha in the middle of campus.

Jayce’s socks are getting soaked at this point. Even the cons are looking more like “Ways for Every Omega Within a Fifty Mile Radius to Know Jayce Talis Owns Viktor’s Knot.”

“Viktor, if you don’t shove your knot into my pussy, I’m going to hold you down and take it for myself.” An omegan rumble is interwoven with his words, reinforcing his approval.

Distantly, Jayce is aware more people have gathered outside their lab, enticed by the smell of omega heat and alpha rut.

“I would like to see you try,” Viktor snarls. Despite his animalistic display, he pulls Jayce down to his height, kissing him silly.

It’s not a sexy kiss, not the typical making out one would do with their soon-to-be mate. Viktor’s lips move chastely against Jayce’s as he holds the omega closer, gently. There’s no mental bond, not yet at least, but Jayce can feel the tenderness being transmitted from his alpha.

“Show me how you handle an omega in heat, V,” Jayce huffs. He is not crying! Even if he is, sharing a cycle with somebody—your soulmate, especially—is an emotional moment!

He’s on his knees and leaning forward, legs spread apart in the typical submission stance. Jayce isn’t presenting, not yet. He wants to see his alpha’s face for as long as possible.

“Before I knot you—” Jayce can’t help the flow of slick that falls onto the floor. “I have one more courting gift.”

A bright chirp pierces the air in excitement.

“What is it?” Jayce leans forward even further until his nose bumps Viktor’s.

The alpha nuzzles into it in a butterfly kiss, and while Jayce is distracted, envelopes his cock in a metal cage that closes with a loud click!

“Is this a cock cage?” Jayce asks incredulously.

As an omega that likes to pout and whine, he is surprisingly satisfied with it. Like all of his courting gifts, Viktor has tailored it to Jayce’s preferences. The skeleton is made of gold and is shiny under the warm light. It’s plain, with the only markings being at the base. “J + V” etched into the precious metal in red.

The cock cage is another outdated tradition, used for kink more than anything else. According to old traditions, outside of heats, an omega’s cock functions normally and is great for additional stimulus when he’s masturbating. During heats, however, their cocks are essentially useless. Electrical impulses normally sent in that direction are routed to their cunts instead, making penetration and other stimulation ten times more pleasurable.

“Yes.” Viktor looks sheepish. The alpha rubs the back of his neck nervously. “The key is attached to your necklace, and you may unlock it at any point, but I thought it would look very pretty on you.” Viktor’s gaze flits to the cage, primal and satisfied. “I was, of course, correct.”

“Yeah?” Jayce asks. His alpha’s eyes snap back to make eye contact. “You want to keep my cock out of the way, while you shove your knot into my pretty pussy, right? Alpha wants to show everyone how well he can make me his bitch, doesn’t he?”

“I think I’m gonna knot my fist,” another voice groans from the door. Whatever. Let them touch themselves as long as they don’t enter Jayce’s territory.

Viktor’s throat bobs in a hard swallow. “Jayce,” he starts. “My knot will stretch your cunt so wide that a fist would look small in comparison. After I am done with you, everyone will see how your sloppy hole gapes in its absence.”

He guides Jayce’s hand down to the base of his cock where the knot is already beginning to swell. Saliva floods Jayce’s oral cavity. It’s a few centimeters short of a tennis ball’s width. Jayce has a distinct feeling Viktor is going to choke him with it.

Jayce is right, again. And, fuck, Viktor’s knot is big. Even while presenting, and in the midst of his full heat, it’s hard to take.

“What’s wrong, my little omega?” Viktor coos. He shifts forward, impaling Jayce on the first half of his knot.

One hand cards through Jayce’s hair, falsely luring him into a sense of comfort. Whenever his head starts to droop in pleasure, or embarrassment, Viktor yanks his head back until Jayce’s fucked out face can be seen by the crowd.

A wail forces its way out of Jayce’s throat. “Fuck me on your knot, alpha! Please, I need it. It’s mine.”

Viktor chuckles, peppering kisses along Jayce’s shoulder blades. His fangs glide alongside his tongue, searching for the perfect spot to brand the omega.

“Greedy, little thing. Two orgasms on your alpha’s cock wasn’t enough? Need me wreck your sloppy pussy with my knot, too?” He rocks his hips back and forth to get his omega used to the stretch. However, the stimulation only increases the knot’s size.

“Such a large cock wasted on an omega. You can’t even use it. Won’t use it. It’s against your natural instincts, huh, my love?”

Viktor licks a fat stripe along Jayce’s jugular, close to his carotid artery. If Viktor sinks his canines in, Jayce’s blood will spurt out between them in a beautiful explosion of their coupling. Jayce will die, obviously, but that seems like a small sacrifice.

“Yes, alpha. Can only cum if I have something stuffed in my cunt.” Jayce tries to wrap his hand around his cock. He needs something to distract him from the sudden stretch of his alpha’s knot, or he’ll surely break.

Viktor tuts, slapping Jayce’s hand away. The movement forces the omega deeper onto the bulbous structure, Jayce shrieking in pain and clouded pleasure. Viktor rolls the omega’s puffy nipples between his fingers, milking his empty tits. “Be honest with me, Jayce. Be honest with them. What have you shoved into your greedy holes, wishing it was your alpha’s knot, instead?”

The alpha holds Jayce’s chin upwards, so he has no choice but to answer to the audience as well.

“Your shampoo, the first bottle of wine we opened at our apartment—yes, yes, gimme more of your knot—your favorite screwdriver.” Not to mention, the corner of your bedpost, your door knob, every round item with your scent on it. Some of the words stutter into a hiccup as Viktor’s knot keeps growing. Holy shit. How much bigger can it get?

“Knotslut,” Viktor snickers. A few others chuckle in agreement. The vibrations travel through his body, stimulating the area where Jayce’s cunt meets the bulbous mating structure. “How cute of you to try to prepare yourself for the real thing.” He leans forward, so his lips are directly touching the omega’s ear. “Tell them how much better my cock is.”

“Nothing can ever compare to the feeling of alpha’s knot breaking my whore pussy,” Jayce babbles nonsensically. “It’ll never be the same after he’s done with it. My cunt won’t be able to close. It’ll gape open until alpha wants to knot me again.”

“Good boy,” Viktor mumbles in his ear. He caresses the reddening skin on Jayce’s flank gently.

The alpha rocks his hips forward as his knot swells to its full width, locking them together. “There you go,” Viktor groans.

Jayce goes boneless, squirting into the blankets beneath them. By now, there’s enough of their bodily fluids—well, mostly Jayce’s—to name it an official body of water. The omega doesn’t even want to think about how much of Viktor’s cum is stored in his cunt.

Jayce is exhausted. It’s perfect.

“Disperse. Now,” Viktor rumbles at the crowd.

Footsteps hurry away when the alpha’s scent flares. To them, it must be suffocating, but to Jayce, his mate, it’s a heavenly comfort.

“You didn’t mark me,” Jayce cries. Fat, crocodile tears roll down his cheeks. How could his alpha betray him like this, when Jayce has waited patiently like a good omega?

Viktor peppers kisses to Jayce’s nape, soothing his pathetic wails. “This is where my claim will go. I’m sorry, my star, but there are some things I wish to do in private. None of them deserve to see you at your most vulnerable, your most sacred state.”

Jayce sniffles in indignation. “You can’t knot me again until you mate me.” He clenches around said appendage, coaxing another spurt of cum from his partner—not his mate, yet—to fill his womb. “And you can’t pup me until you knot me.”

The alpha’s seed begs to disagree, and both the alpha and omega are fully aware of that, but Viktor concedes. “Yes, omega. When my knot deflates, I’ll have you sit on my face like a throne, so I can eat my cum out of your pretty cunt. Then I will fill you over and over again until your body is pliant enough for my knot and my mark. I promise you.”

Jayce nods, his pout lessening in severity. Viktor has never broken a promise to him, has never held ill intentions for the omega. Really, the alpha makes his life a thousand times brighter, so Jayce will allow this transgression one time.

“You’re going to spoil me when I give you a pup,” Jayce says.

“I spoil you now,” Viktor retorts. He nuzzles into the crook of the omega’s neck, combining their scents once again. What a ridiculous alpha. “But yes, I suppose that can be arranged.”

Content, Jayce rests, eager to be claimed, and eager to spend the rest of his life with Viktor.