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Eddie looks around the room.
He’s prepared for Steve’s stress-induced heat. It’s not the first time he’s had to deal with something like that. Even if it’s uncommon, he had a couple of patients in the past who had stress-induced heat once they were hospitalized. What he doesn’t know is how Steve will react when he wakes up.
A fucking stress heat, exactly what they needed, and it’s all Eddie’s fault. He should have been more careful. He knew that Steve was still subject to hormones.
Eddie sighs while he prepares the room to give Steve a full physical. After such an intense episode, he’s going to make sure Steve’s parameters get back in line.
The green monitor at his side is silenced, but it keeps shining with alarming numbers: a constant increase in the temperature and an erratic heartbeat that doesn’t seem to slow down even now that Steve is still unconscious.
“Fuck!” Eddie curses under his breath, checking his vitals and looking for inflammation symptoms.
Thankfully, the bite looks clean and healthy.
“Okay, okay. We can do it. Come on, Stevie… we have to cool you down before you boil from the inside.”
There’s a saline solution in the fridge. He quickly grabs it and connects it to the IV on Steve’s hand, waiting for the cooling effect of the solution to bring down Steve’s temperature.
It seems to take forever; every time Eddie looks at the temperature, it’s still too high.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers, holding Steve’s hand, “we were doing so good…”
Maybe not exactly good… after all, Eddie just drugged Steve against his will.
Their relationship is still unstable, and he knows that what he has done could undermine Steve’s trust in him, but he didn’t see any other solution. Too many angry pups and too many hormones in the air were dangerous for the kids and Steve, too. If they could have talked about it, Eddie hopes that Steve would have understood, but right now, he’s not in his right mind, and he will be rightfully angry.
Fuck.
Biting his lips, the alpha takes a look at the room.
Steve is resting on the little bed, restrained by white soft hospital restraints to avoid injuring himself. He whines softly in his sleep, rutting with his hips against the bed, looking unconsciously for some friction.
The inside of his thighs is all wet, and his face is buried in Eddie’s pillow, breathing in his alpha’s scent.
Slowly, the tranquillizer wears off, and when Steve finally wakes up, he gives Eddie a dazed smile before the memory of what happened comes back to him, and his soft look turns into an ice-cold glare.
“You drugged me!” He hisses.
“I did,” Eddie replies, getting closer to him to brush away a lock of hair from Steve’s face.
He’s not proud of what he did, but he knows he did the only sensible thing. Stress heats are time sensitive; the faster you deal with them, the better the outcome is.
“How could you!” Steve yells, trying to get up, only to realize that he’s tied to a hospital bed with an IV in his hand and numerous wires on his chest, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m monitoring you. You had a stress heat episode and could have more soon.”
“Fuck you and all your medical jargon! You’re just like my father! All you want is to have power over me!”
Eddie sighs, brushing his fingers through his curls, “Steve, I’m your temporary alpha. I already have power over you. What I’m trying to do is help you.”
“By restraining me?” Steve yells, but when he tries to move, pulling at the restraints, he falls on his back, whining between his teeth.
“Are you having cramps? How bad are they? Do you think you’ll get another heat episode?”
“It’s none of your business!”
“Actually, it is. You just got a stress heat, and we have to relieve the pressure in your uterus or you’ll keep cramping and being miserable until your system cools down and your heart can’t keep up with such a high level of stress.”
Steve glares at him once more, but before he can reply with a snarky comment, another cramp hits.
“Lie down.”
“I’m not going to-“
“Lie down, Steve!”
Eddie’s tone is low and threatening, and even if he hasn’t used his alpha voice, Steve shivers and lies on the bed, while Eddie snaps on a pair of blue gloves, feeling Steve’s pulse and looking for signs of rejection sickness. With such messed-up hormones, it’s an option even if Eddie would never reject him.
The bite looks fine, and there is no rash around the scent glands, but this doesn’t mean they are out of peril yet.
Eddie takes Steve’s hand and gently draws little circles on the back of his it.
“I know you’re angry with me right now and you have all the reasons to be, but, please, let me help you.”
“You already did enough, didn’t you?” Steve snarls, showing his little fangs.
“Please believe me when I say I did it for you.”
“For me? Are you fucking serious right now? You drugged me!”
“Be honest, would you have come home with me if I hadn't?” Steve doesn’t reply, and Eddie nods to himself before patting Steve’s cheek.
Steve’s body is slick with sweat, his eyes a bit unfocused, and his scent is ten times over the limit.
“Your body has gotten into overdrive,” Eddie explains quietly, still caressing his cheek with gentle fingers, “I need to make sure everything is fine inside your inner organs, so I’m going to do a quick check-up. Once we have a better picture of what’s going on with you, we’ll see if your heat is over or you need to be knotted.”
“Like I needed to be bonded during my first heat?” Steve snickers, “Last time you spent my heat with me, things got quite complicated.” Steve reminds him harshly, and Eddie nods in agreement.
“That’s why this time I took a double dose of suppressant.”
Taking such a high dose isn’t recommended, but Eddie doesn’t want to risk it again. After all, even if he fucked up big time, Eddie is still a professional.
“Now be a good boy and lie down while I take a good look inside.”
Steve seems to notice only at that moment that he’s half naked under a white hospital gown with little blue dots.
With a metal clang, Eddie hangs the stirrups to the bed and gently puts Steve’s legs in them. With swift movements, he straps Steve’s legs down before spreading them in front of him.
“What?” Steve complains, but he’s too weak to resist Eddie’s movements.
“As I told you before, I need to take a good look inside at your internal organs. Just a quick check, nothing you’ve not experienced before.”
It shouldn’t be so hot. Or maybe it should. The thin line between professionalism and sex has long blurred, and Eddie can’t deny that his mouth waters at the sight of Steve’s glistening hole.
He moves toward the examination table, bending so close that Steve’s hole twitches when Eddie breathes on it.
“You’re already dripping wet. This tiny little hole needs to be filled. But first, I want to make sure everything is fine. I’m going to make it as quick as possible,” Eddie says, making sure his hot breath is still on Steve’s quivering hole.
The omega doesn’t reply, but he pulls at the restraints even more, trying to cover his face.
Humming to himself, Eddie grabs some lube and a probe. The bottle of lube makes a squelching noise as the big blob falls on the probe.
“What… What are you doing?” Steve manages to ask.
“I told you, I need to check if everything is in order,” Eddie replies, changing his gloves and making them snap loudly enough to make Steve shiver, “With your unbalanced hormones, a stress heat can be very dangerous,” he adds, “I need to take a good look at your uterus.”
“My uterus is fine!” Steve growls.
“Let me check and I’ll agree with you… or not. Now take a deep breath for me and bear down.”
“Eddie… what the hell…”
“Big breath, baby,” Eddie repeats, and without waiting, he slowly pushes the head of the probe inside Steve’s hole.
After all their stretching, Steve’s hole is still tight, but the probe is slim, even if it’s long, and it slides inside without finding too many obstacles.
“Let’s have a good look, shall we?” Eddie says, pointing at the grainy image on the screen, “Those are your slick glands.” Eddie explains, pointing at two fat black blobs on the screen, “Look how full they are. Just a little push and…”
Steve moans softly while the lubricant liquid gushes from his hole.
“Stop it! That’s embarrassing!” he snaps, opening his eyes and glaring at Eddie. His lips thin with shame and silent fury.
“That’s exactly how a healthy gland should act. The left one is doing very well, the right one is still a little bit clogged. Nothing that some more training and a nice big knot can't fix.” At those words, Steve's walls clench around the probe while Eddie keeps moving it deeper and deeper.
“This is your birth canal. It’s a bit too tight, but we’ll work on it. Those are your ovaries, still underdeveloped, but I can see a few tiny eggs forming. You see? I think you’ll soon be able to bear children. Would you like to be a mom, Stevie?”
This time, Steve clenches so hard that Eddie has to push on Steve’s abdomen to avoid injuring him with the probe.
“That’s what happened, huh? Your mathernal instinct went crazy, and you found some pups to adopt. It’s cute. Dangerous. But cute," Eddie comments, lowering his eyes to the flustered omega, "If you want to, I promise I’ll help you get pregnant. I’ll fuck you every single day, during your heat or out of it, filling you with my cum until you're happily pupped. Now now. Look at your uterus. It’s already getting ready to be pregnant. Look at this uterine lining, growing thicker.”
“Eddie…”
“What, baby?”
“I… I…”
“I know. You’re feeling the heat down to your bones. It’s okay, let it go. You don’t have to try to control it. I have got you. You’re safe with me. Just let it go.” Eddie tells him, patting Steve’s leg.
“What if I… what if I got feral?” Steve asks.
Eddie slowly removes the probe before stepping in front of Steve.“That’s why I took the suppressants. I’ll be lucid, Steve. I won’t let you hurt yourself or anyone else. And if you get feral, I’ll take care of you as you need. Now, open big for me.”
“What?!”
Eddie grabs Steve’s jaw and pushes on the joint until Steve’s mouth opens. Then he shoves two gloved fingers inside. He feels Steve’s teeth, his little fangs, pats his tongue, and then he pushes down Steve’s throat. Steve coughs, choking a little, while his eyes start to water.
“We have to work on your gag reflex. It’s too sensitive, but I think a gag ball would be a nice addition, don’t you think?”
Steve moans around Eddie’s fingers, and the alpha slowly pulls back. Opening a drawer, he takes out a bright red gag ball tied to a black piece of leather, closed in a sterilized bag.
“Open your mouth for me…”
Steve shakes his head.
“I’m doing this for your own good,” Eddie whispers to Steve before kissing him, “I love you, Steve,” he admits without even noticing, “Now open big.”
Once more, Steve refuses, and Eddie sighs. Omegas in heat react very well when they are stuffed in all their holes; however, it’s not unusual for them to fight it due to social expectations.
“Steve, please, I’m not going to ask it again…”
No reaction.
Eddie sighs, then he pinches Steve’s nose and waits patiently for the omega to open his mouth before Shoving the red ball between his teeth.
Steve coughs, trying to spit out the ball, but Eddie is quick to fasten it on the back of his head.
“You’re doing so good, babe…” he praises Steve, “It’s not too tight, is it?” he asks, passing a finger between the leather and Steve’s head, while Steve is still trying to talk.
“Shh, suck on it like a good omega. The sucking reflex will help you relax, like a little pup. That’s why we give pacifiers to babies, did you know it? It helps them relax.”
Reaching out with a finger. Eddie tilts Steve’s head up, looking into his eyes and seeing how dilated his pupils are. Steve’s body is reacting to Eddie’s presence. Good.
“Now… let's take care of your aching hole. I think two fingers could be a nice appetizer,” Eddie says, changing his gloves once more before shoving them inside. He doesn’t grab any lube because Steve’s hole is already wet from the previous stimulation.
“Mmmh… this gland needs a little bit more pressure to release its slick,” Eddie says, “I’m going to drain it before it gets clogged. We want to avoid an infection right here where you are most sensitive.”
With gentle touches, Eddie increases the pressure on the gland. Steve’s nostrils are wide while his breath gets deeper and deeper.
“A little bit more…”
Steve whines behind the gag ball.
“I know, I know, and I’m sorry, but as soon as it releases all the slick you’ll feel so much better. I promise.”
A few more thrusts and then the gland gives in.
It’s so sudden that some of Steve’s slick falls on Eddie’s clothes, but he doesn’t care. He keeps milking the stubborn gland until it’s empty, and Steve’s hole is glistering with slickness.
“Great job! You’re doing so good for me,” he praises Steve, whose eyes are getting blurry.
One look at the monitor tells Eddie that Steve’s temperature is still too high, even after draining the slick glands.
Okay. Emergency sex. Eddie can do it. He has done it before.
Steve seems quite out of it; nevertheless, Eddie explains to him what’s going to happen, “Now I’m going to take the ultrasound and put it on your stomach, and I’ll use it to have a nice view inside your uterus while I fuck you. I need to see how deep I can go without hurting you and see how your inner muscles react to strong stimulation.”
With those words, Eddie grabs the gel and warns Steve, “It’s a little bit cold,” before spreading it on his stomach. The omega whines, trying to close his legs that are safely restrained. Eddie outs the ultrasound wand against Steve’s stomach and moves it around to be sure to have a nice view before starting to finger him open.
“You’re always so tight. I wonder if you’ll always be so tight or if you’ll get softer…”
Three fingers pump inside Steve, scissoring him open, and Eddie sees his own fingers move on the screen. Once he determines that Steve’s hole is ready, he grabs a knotting condom and lines up his dick, “Relax. It's nothing we haven't done before,” Eddie reassures him, before starting to slowly thrust inside.
Steve’s drooling around the gag ball when finally Eddie bottoms out.
On the screen, Eddie’s dick is buried inside Steve’s trembling body, his knot slowly engorging each time he pulls out before thrusting inside once more.
Eddie keeps moving, looking at Steve’s cock that’s covered in precum.
“I know, I know. I’ll take care of it as soon as my knot is inside you. Just a few more thrusts,” Eddie reassures Steve, still pistoning in and out, even if his knot starts to find some resistance when he pulls out.
When he finally stops, his knot too big to be extracted, he sees the nice little bulge on Steve’s flat stomach.
“That’s me. You see? That’s me inside you.” Eddie explains, moving the wand just above the bulge and looking at his dick on the screen.
“Now it’s show time,” Eddie says, grabbing Steve’s little cock with two fingers. Thanks to all the hormones Steve took, his dick is bigger than an average omega's. Eddie, still wearing the gloves, spread the precum and the slick on Steve’s dick before starting to move his hand up and down. He hisses every time Steve clenches around him. Eddie's knot is so hard that it’s borderline painful, but he keeps going, finally giving Steve his release.
On the screen, Steve’s internal walls clench and relax, moving faster and faster, until they clench so hard they squeeze Eddie’s knot. When he finally comes inside the condom, he almost falls on Steve, resting his elbows on the side of Steve’s head. He would have kissed him if it wasn’t for the red gagball in Steve’s mouth.
Slowly, Eddie reaches out to the leather’s buckle and opens it, letting it fall on the examination table.
Steve whines, his mouth empty, and Eddie doesn’t waste any time before pushing his gloved fingers inside once more. Steve laps at the mix of slick and come like a puppy, unable to form any words, still too deep in his post-orgasm bliss.
“There’s no rush,” Eddie tells him, “We’re going to stay like this for a bit. Just let yourself fly for a bit with no worries. I’m here and I’ll make sure you’ll get back safely.”
When finally Eddie’s knot goes down, he takes off the condom and looks at the monitor.
All the parameters are within a healthy range.
Thank god it’s over.