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They’re on stream. Clav is ranting about something random and Cookie’s not paying much attention to it. “Salludon’s only relevant because of pajeetcopers and if he really was a Chad, he’d have more TikTok followers than me,” Clav says. Cookie can tell that Clav doesn’t really give a shit, he’s just saying it to say something, but it’s not like he’s wrong.
Someone in chat argues that Clav only cares because Salludon’s an alpha and he’s a beta. “He’s lying about being an alpha just like he lies about not hardmaxxing,” Clav replies, trying to be as nonchalant as possible as he says this. He’s failing. Chat can tell and so can Cookie that internally, Clav is seething. He regards being a beta as one of his worst flaws. Cookie remembers one of Clav’s .org posts: Foids fuck alphas and “settle down” with betas after. Hypergamy is law and all betas are cucks. The most brutal part of it all was that you couldn’t change your secondary sex. Betas had no way out.
Someone in chat asks a question about some influencer’s PSL. Clav does his take and then asks Cookie for his opinion and just like that, the subject’s changed. Cookie suspects Clav’s still bothered by the beta comment, but clearly he wants to drop it so Cookie says nothing.
Two weeks later, Cookie is injecting Clav with some very questionable drugs.
“They’re from Serbia,” Clav explains. Cookie is skeptical. There have been rumors on .org about this miracle drug that chemically alters one’s secondary sex. Most people think it’s complete bullshit, Cookie included, but apparently Clav has bought into it. “Bro, the science checks out,” he says.
“These aren’t, like, peptides though. These are actual drugs.” Cookie argues. Clav is holding a 5ml vial in his hand. It feels ominous and Cookie doesn’t trust it on instinct.
“It’s a hormone, not a stimulant. It’s fine,” he argues. Clav stares at him and he flinches. “Don’t be a pussy.”
“I’ll do it if you try it first,” says Cookie.
Clav looks at Cookie like he’s the world’s biggest idiot. Nevertheless, he concedes.
And now Cookie is bracing Clav’s neck, holding a syringe up to his scent gland. Clav’s a beta so it’s not like he has that strong of a smell, but Cookie still feels sad about it possibly changing. Cookie can only ever smell him when he’s up really close, but the few chances he’s got, he’s always liked it. For the last time, he takes it in, and if Clav notices Cookie scenting him he doesn’t comment on it. Clav smells like always, like fresh linen. Cookie’s going to miss it. “I’m putting it in,” Cookie says, and he pushes the syringe in.
“Don’t be gay,” Clav replies. He stills as the syringe injects into his neck. Cookie can tell something’s happening the second he removes it, there’s an immediate shift in his scent. It startles him to see results so soon. He looks up at Clav and can tell he’s feeling it happen. “I told you it was gonna work,” he says. “Let’s do you now.”
It still seems off, but Clav seems fine for the most part, so Cookie complies. Clav injects him and he feels the sting of it in his neck and then he feels a surge, something rushing through his body. “Holy shit, this is actually working,” he says. He turns, and only now does he realize that Clav is sweating like crazy. In the few moments between injecting him and now, his shirt’s completely soaked through. “What’s happening?” he asks dumbly.
“Nothing, I’m fine. I think I’m just experiencing an atypical side effect,” Clav says. His face is stony, like something’s gone terribly wrong.
Cookie freaks out. “What does that mean? Should we go to the hospital?” Clav doesn’t respond. Instead, he staggers to his room silently, Cookie following behind with a continued barrage of questions. “Bro, you should’ve told me beforehand if this was going to be dangerous. Is it going to happen to me?” he asks. Clav shuts the door in his face. “Clav!” he yells, banging on the door. “I’m really freaking out here. What’s going on?” It’s hard to calm down. It doesn’t help that newly flowing alpha hormones are coursing through his blood, aggravating his emotions.
Through the door, Clav shouts back, “Don’t be a dumbass. You’d be able to tell by now if you were having a bad reaction. Congrats. You’re an alpha now, so go away.”
“What about you? Dude, tell me what’s going on.”
Clav is silent again, and then he opens the door. Cookie enters, sitting next to him on the bed. Clav doesn’t look at him as he starts to speak. Instead, he stares at the wall, blank faced. “There was a 95% chance.”
“What?” Cookie asks, confused. Distantly, he notices a scent filling up the room, it’s cloyingly sweet, like honey.
“There was a 95% chance that it would turn you into an alpha, and a 5% chance it would get messed up,” Clav says, and his eyes are watering.
“That’s like a one in twenty chance! And you didn’t tell me?” Cookie’s pissed and also somehow distracted. It smells really nice in here. Where is that scent coming from?
“Shut up. It’s not like it matters now, anyways. I’m the one that’s getting a messed up reaction, not you.” Clav blinks back tears. He wipes at his eyes with his hand, clearly embarrassed.
Cookie is kind of connecting the dots, but also not really. “What do you mean by a messed up reaction, Clav?”
Clav doesn’t answer.
“Clav,” he starts, grabbing his shoulders with his hands. Clav shudders against his touch. The smell gets stronger. He asks again, frantically, “Clav, what does that mean?”
“There was a 95% chance that it would turn you into an alpha,” Clav turns his head to face Cookie. “And a 5% chance it would turn you into an omega.”
“Oh,” is all Cookie says.
The scent was coming from Clav. Clav is an omega. Cookie is an alpha, and Clav is an omega.
“Can I ask,” says Cookie. “Am I meant to be feeling–”
“You’re in rut right now, because of the sudden spike in alpha hormones,” says Clav. He’s panting as he says this, and he’s looking at Cookie kind of weirdly, and actually maybe Cookie’s being weird because he’s like, kind of into it? Which is strange because he’s definitely not into dudes like that at all.
“So, uh, then are you–”
“Yeah,” Clav says, as he sniffles. “Fuck.” He’s in heat.
His friend is having a mental breakdown over turning into an omega male and he should really be saying something comforting or, more importantly, insisting they both go to the hospital because it was actually kind of incredibly insane for them to do random, unregulated sex-change drugs from Serbia. But right now all of Cookie’s effort is focused on trying to not do anything really stupid. Clav’s practically sobbing right now and Cookie feels bad for thinking this, but honestly it’s kind of hot. But that’s not his fault, right? It’s the hormones. He tries to look away, and stupidly, his eyes end up lasered in on Clav’s dick. “You’re hard,” he says.
“Yeah,” Clav says, like Cookie is the world’s biggest dumbass. “So are you, I literally just said–”
Cookie leans in and sniffs Clav’s neck. Clav almost collapses against him. Clav smells like honey now, but that linen smell is still there. “You know, you smell nice.”
“What. Are you doing,” Clav says, but it doesn’t really come out like a question and there’s a quality to his voice, low and breathy, that he’s trying really hard to mask and failing.
“I just wanted to know what you smell like,” says Cookie, nose still at his neck. It’s complete bullshit because the whole room reeks of his scent. “Wanna smell me too?”
“Smell yourself,” Clav says, and only now does Cookie realize his hands have still been on his shoulders the whole time. He probably should take them off, but instead he moves them slightly, up and down. Not quite a caress, but close. Clav’s breath hitches.
“I can’t tell what I smell like cause I’m used to myself,” Cookie says. “C’mon, tell me what I smell like.”
“This is stupid,” says Clav, but he leans into Cookie’s neck and inhales. Cookie’s rock hard at this point, and he wonders if Clav is too. “You just smell like an alpha, I guess. Musky.” There’s resentment in his voice, jealousy too, and maybe something else.
“I guess I am an alpha now,” he replies. Again, he breathes in Clav’s scent. “I wonder if I can pop a knot,” he asks. He’s not thinking as he says this, but Clav lets out a soft noise, almost a whimper. “Wait,” Cookie thinks aloud, “Do you think you have a–”
“Don’t say it.”
“Can I check?” Cookie asks, looking up at Clav.
“Might as well,” he says, voice shaking, but he won't look at Cookie. Cookie drags his hands down to the waistband of Clav’s pants. He pulls them down, slowly, deliberately. It’s like opening a Christmas present. They’re pooled at his ankles and Cookie brings his hands back up, bracing Clav’s hips. “Stop going so slow. You’re making it weird,” says Clav. He’s still looking away, but Cookie can tell that his face is beet red.
“Sorry,” says Cookie. He gets up from the bed and stands in front of Clav. He wants to push him down, wants to do a lot of things, but there are many reasons to avoid his instincts right now. Instead, he kneels. Clav glances at him briefly, eyes widening, before looking away again. “I’m gonna look now,” he says, and he pulls Clav’s boxers down.
Clav has a nice dick. It’s hard, but so is Cookie’s, plus he’s in heat. Cookie kind of wants to touch it, wonders what sounds would come out of Clav’s mouth, but that’s not what he’s supposed to be doing right now. Also, that’s pretty gay. He’s doing this with pure intentions.
He spreads Clav’s legs, feeling somewhat surprised at the lack of resistance he faces. Between his legs, he sees it. He wasn’t sure what he expected to feel by this point, maybe a sudden brush of clarity about what he’s doing. Unfortunately, Cookie just feels more emboldened if anything. “Can I touch it? I’m curious.”
“Curious,” Clav snorts. “Sure, what the hell,” and immediately Cookie reaches a hand out. He ghosts his fingers over the entrance, visibly wet, then moves them up to his clit. He presses against it slightly, and Clav moans. Cookie looks up and Clav has clasped a hand over his mouth.
“Can I,” Cookie hesitates, “touch the inside?” Clav gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, and that’s all he needs. Cookie inserts a finger tentatively and god, Clav is wet. Up a couple inches he finds where he’s looking for and he curls his finger against it, all the while rubbing circles against his clit with his other hand. Clav moans despite himself. He’s really wet, and after a few pumps in and out, Cookie threads in another finger, then another, fucking into him with a steady rhythm. Clav lets out a consistent stream of gasps and shudders.
“What does it feel like?” Cookie asks.
“Why does it matter?” Clav says through his hand. He’s trying to sound pissed but it’s unconvincing when arousal is leaking through.
“Well, it’s important to know. We should check if everything’s fully functioning,” Cookie says it so earnestly he almost convinces himself he means it.
“Whatever.”
“I’m serious.”
“If you’re so serious, why don’t you take out your dick? Like you said, let’s check if you have a knot,” Clav says. Cookie wonders if he’s bluffing or if this is just a veneer of plausible deniability and Clav wants to see his dick. It doesn’t matter. If it’s a bluff, Cookie’s calling it.
“Okay,” says Cookie, maybe a little too eager, and fumbles with his zipper before exposing his dick. Apparently, he does have a knot. Maybe it's all the pheromones swirling around, but at this point, Cookie can’t even bother to be ashamed. He strokes himself a few times experimentally, watching his knot swell slightly. He keens at the stimulation.
Clav stares down at him like his brain has just exploded. “Okay,” he says.
“It feels kind of weird,” Cookie says. “It feels, like, swollen, but in a good way. It’s like there’s a pressure on the tip on my dick. Is that how it’s supposed to feel?”
Clav swallows, then presses a foot against Cookie’s knot. It’s through a sock, and obviously it’s just a foot, but the touch makes Cookie whine. “I wouldn't know,” he says. Clav grinds down harder and Cookie lurches over from both pain and arousal, his face finding its way between Clav’s legs.
Cookie doesn’t even need to ask this time, Clav just shoves his face into his slit. Cookie’s not complaining. He tastes just as good as he imagined. Clav writhes against him, pushing himself into the pleasure. His hands grip Cookie’s hair as he fucks himself on his tounge. Cookie looks up for a second to see that Clav has finally lost all abandon, his skin flushed and his mouth open and eyes rolled back. “Fuck,” he says, and again and again, “fuck, so good. You’re so good for me, please, please,” he moans.
He’s been pressing down on Cookie’s dick this whole time, and Cookie’s not sure if he’s even aware of it anymore. But again, he’s not complaining. He wonders to himself if he’s always been this masochistic.
The entire room stinks of pheromones. It’s so overpowering it practically doesn’t feel real. Cookie can feel himself drunk on it, feel himself so close to coming, but he doesn’t want to finish first. He tenses his thighs, willing himself to hold back. It turns out he doesn’t need to wait for long though, as he can feel Clav’s legs start to twitch and he yanks on his head. “Coming, fuck, I’m coming,” Clav moans, and Cookie fucks him through it. Clav laughs as he comes, maybe from overstimulation. Afterwards, Clav collapses on the bed, fully spent.
He’s still on the brink, even after Clav’s finished. Part of him is regretful that he didn’t get to come with Clav stepping on his dick, but he’s mostly glad; he has better ideas. He gets up onto the bed, legs bracketing Clav. He takes off his shirt and rucks up Clav’s, caressing his body as he jerks himself off languidly. He makes a show of it. Clav watches with interest and lingering arousal as Cookie comes and his knot ties. An insane amount of come drips out of his dick, onto his hand and Clav’s stomach, and Cookie leans down and licks it off him. It’s gross and questionable, but he’s done a lot of gross and questionable things in the past half an hour and he’s finding that he doesn’t care nearly as much as he thought he would. He slumps onto Clav, exhausted and dick still tied and dribbling come.
He thinks about how they kind of definitely just had sex and that’s going to complicate a lot of things, nevermind the bigger issue that is explaining how their secondary sexes have changed. Actually, knowing Clav, he’s definitely going to hide that he’s an omega. But Cookie’s still kind of in rut and Clav’s definitely still in heat and it’s not time for either of them to form coherent thoughts. Instead, Cookie pushes his face into the crook of Clav’s neck, scenting him. He can’t see Clav’s face like this, but he feels the hand brushing his hair.
It’s fine. They’ll figure it out, somehow.