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Tuesday 9th of January 1990; Wolfwater, Kentucky, U.S.A.
Warm, elegant fingers carded through Jason’s hair, lulling him half to sleep in the home theater room (because of course Slade had that in his den too). The movie on the projector was the third in a series of boring war movies that Slade and Wintergreen kept interrupting with their color commentary. Jason ignored them, floating in the warmth that surrounded him. His head was in his lover’s lap as they lounged on the couch together. He didn’t need anything more.
Slade was in heat again for the winter season, and his heady scent was thick in the air. Sweet on his tongue. Perfect.
He had been with Slade during his heat before, for just one night in his now-abandoned den in Crime Alley. Trauma weighed down their brief time together—Slade’s, and Jason’s own. Then he woke up to another empty bed. It all felt like half a lifetime ago, between all the hurt, anger, and grief in between. They talked. He chose to stay. Now they were living together in Slade’s Kentucky home, and Jason had remembered how to trust the omega whom he loved and who loved him.
All that to say: he was… content here with Slade. It was a nice feeling.
“Who the hell wrote this?” Slade complained beside him. “I ain’t never seen helocastin’ done like that.”
“A successful film by your Clint Eastwood, and you still can’t help but criticize.”
“The least these movies could do is get the damn basics right.”
Wintergreen chuckled. “Need I remind, Slade, that you chose this one.”
“I should’ve known it’d be crap when they made him a fuckin’ jarhead…”
Slade ignored Wintergreen’s pointed comment and continued. The movie rolled by them, drowned out by the two old men complaining about its execution.
Jason made the mental note to never take Slade out on a movie date and closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift in a warm, sleepy haze. If someone had asked him even half a year ago, he would have laughed at the idea that this could be his future. Hell, he never expected to live for long enough to have one. Jason thought about it, of course. Dreamed of it. He wanted desperately to have this, but it just wasn’t possible. Only it was! Slade’s hand was in his hair. The feverish warmth from his heat radiated through his scratchy pajama pants and bare skin, thawing the chill in Jason’s bones.
“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to yourselves for the rest of the night,” Wintergreen said, stretching as he stood from his reclining chair. On the projector screen, the credits were rolling. (When did the movie end?) “I doubt that I have too many more of these late nights left in me. I’m not as spry as I used to be.”
“You’re fifty-eight, Billy, not fuckin’ Methuselah,” Slade drawled.
Jason snorted. “G’night, Wintergreen.”
“Goodnight, boys.” Wintergreen’s voice was as fond as an old British beta could sound. The theater door clicked shut behind him, leaving them alone on the couch.
Slade looked down at him, a smile on his face with his cheeks flushed pink from his heat. His hand moved to stroke Jason’s jawline and his thumb touched his lip. It made Jason shiver with the warmth against his skin. “You’re half-asleep yourself.”
“If you want to go to bed too, Old Man, just say so.” Jason took Slade’s thumb into his mouth and sucked, just to see his lover narrow his one blue eye. “Unless you have other ideas.”
Slade purred low in his throat. “Then come here.”
He welcomed Jason’s bulky weight on his lap with a smirk, his gaze dark and dangerous as he pulled him in for a kiss. Positioned like this, they were almost eye-to-eye for a rare time. Had he been in Slade’s lap before tonight? Jason couldn’t remember when he drank in the warm and heady scents of omega and heat.
The air between them quickly heated up between them (ha). Arousal sparked low in his core as Jason’s cock twitched in his sweatpants. Slade’s hands rested on his hips, purring at the attention that he lavished upon him. Jason ran his hands over Slade’s strong, bare arms, then he stroked the firm lines of his lean shoulders. Slade was so fucking handsome, and he was his now, really truly his, and Jason was allowed to touch him, and hold him, and keep him close.
Jason dug his fingers into powerful metahuman muscles as they kissed, entranced by the feeling of smooth skin under his palms. Warmth filled him with every touch. He moved lower, caressing Slade’s small breasts, swollen from his heat.
“You should’ve seen my tits when I was still nursin’.”
A pathetic little whimper escaped him. Embarrassment made him move his hands away. “I didn’t mean to, uh.” Jason swallowed hard. “Sorry, babe.”
“Don’t be. You can touch me here, sweetheart. I like your attention.” Slade kissed his blushing cheek, and the scratch of his goatee made Jason shudder. He took one of his hands and guided him back to his muscled, bare chest, smirking at him. “They get bigger when I have milk. Another side effect of my meta-enhancements.”
“Jesus, Slade,” Jason swore. He teased those firm, pink nipples, trying and failing to not imagine how his lax breasts would have felt when full of milk. His other hand drifted lower, stroking the jagged silvery stretch marks and the soft, loose, wrinkled skin on Slade’s abdomen. The thought of how his lover had looked during his past pregnancies made Jason’s erection ache. It was filthy, and wrong, and so unfairly hot.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I don’t see just how bad you want t’ breed me?” Slade leaned in, kissing his jawline as he covered Jason’s hand with his own.
The words made his cock twitch. He squeezed Slade’s breast and pinched his firm nipple. It made his lover grimace. Sore. He remembered that from the only other time that he had spent with Slade during his last heat. Jason pulled away again, his embarrassment turning to shame. “Fuck, babe—”
“I’m in season, Bird, I’m not made of glass,” Slade snorted. Then he tilted his head, studying Jason. “Almost every alpha I’ve known has wanted t’ breed me. It’s natural instinct. Nothin’ t’ be ashamed of. I’ve never minded you feelin’ the same way.”
“I…” Words died on his tongue.
Slade’s gaze narrowed. “What’s the issue?”
His fangs ached from the heat-scent on his tongue. Jason couldn’t respond to it like an alpha was meant to. There was something just out of reach and it itched on the edges of his mind. The instinct to rut was there. He knew it like a phantom limb that he could feel but never touch. Slade had loved and fucked many other alphas before him. Alphas who could rut and sire pups. He had been married, and he had given birth to three children. And Jason?
He had never had this before: sharing a full heat cycle with an omega partner. Jason had dated omegas—Rena, in his first life, and Isabel, after his resurrection—but they had never been intimate during their brief relationships. Before Slade, the only person whom Jason had had sex with was Essence, a female beta. Now, with a fresh start on his second life and an omega male as his lover, all the complicated feelings that he carried about this came to the surface. He was a sterile alpha who would never rut. He couldn’t share Slade’s heat-cycle like a traditional alpha-omega pair. Death, resurrection, and the Lazarus Pit exacted a price.
“If this’s ‘bout those other alphas, I won’t mention them again.” Slade raised an eyebrow, faintly bemused.
Jason opened his mouth to deny it. He knew it was all in the past. He wasn’t jealous.
Alright. Maybe he was. Just a little bit.
“I want you to be honest with me, and I want to know about your life,” Jason finally said, “it’s just hard to hear sometimes. I don’t have as much experience as you. I’ve never been with an omega man before either. I don’t want you to get bored of me because I’m not like them, and I don’t want to be compared.”
Slade’s expression softened, and he kissed Jason’s forehead. His goatee scratched like it always did. “I won’t never get bored with you, Birdie. You know that. An’ you know better than t’ compare yourself t’ any of them.
“I like how you touch me. I like how you fuck me.” Slade pulled Jason in for a kiss on the lips before he could speak with one strong hand around his nape. Nails dug into his skin. Their kiss burned. The pressure on his mating glands made Jason shudder. “I’ve never had better than you, my Little Alpha.”
He melted. “If you get tired of mercenary work, you can be a motivational speaker.”
“Hardly. I’m just bein’ honest now. Your inexperience is cute, an’ you’re too damn sweet. If you got some kinks, I want t’ indulge them with you.”
“Who’s being too fucking sweet now?” Jason felt Slade’s smile and laughter against his lips when they kissed. He allowed himself to touch his omega lover again, stroking down his warm and bare sides. Uncertainty crept up inside him and caught in his throat even as they kissed surrounded by heat. Slade wanted him, trusted him, loved him more than he loved Deathstroke. Jason still felt… inadequate.
“I can’t rut,” he whispered against Slade’s chapped lips, his throat tightening.
Slade let go of Jason’s nape to caress his cheek. “I know.”
“I can’t get you pregnant either.”
A long pause. “D’you really want that?”
Having a pup with Slade now would be a terrible idea of pretty epic proportions. It hadn’t even been a full two months since Slade’s treacherous contract, the fallout from that, and Jason’s final fight with Black Mask and Batman. Hell, he had only just healed from his physical injuries. But the fact remained that, yeah, he did. He wanted to breed with Slade. He wanted to see his lover pregnant with their child and taste his milk. He wanted the family denied to him on a basic physical level even as he rebuilt his life with the Wilson Pack. Jason wanted, he wanted badly, and he would never have it.
“Yeah. I do. Not now, but I wanted to have that chance.”
(There was some dark irony, comparing Slade’s abundant fertility despite his difficulties with his family, to Jason’s longing to sire a pack of his own and his utter inability to do so.)
Then, when Slade was silent, he asked, “Would you want that?”
“You know how I felt when I had my pups, an’ I won’t have another. Not after Grant.” Slade’s voice thickened at his firstborn son’s name. “We both know how bad of an idea it’d be if you knocked me up now, even if that was a risk. But sex is the fun part. I wanted t’ let you mount me the last time I was in season. I almost did.”
He remembered that night, how Slade bluntly told him that he couldn’t risk letting Jason mount him. Jason got his mouth on his cock and wet cunt instead, then Slade sucked his aching knot fucking dry. After, he had been allowed to hold Slade in his nest for the rest of the night. Now they were together again. Those unspoken words still weighed down the air between them. “Why did you stop?”
“It felt too intimate then. Too real. I wanted t’ be done with Luthor an’ all them first.” Slade was not an omega who often hesitated. “I talked with Joey afore I came t’ you that night. He asked if I’d bear you a new child to replace my pups. I can’t do that t’ them.”
“But a sterile alpha is safe,” Jason finished.
By Slade’s frown, he failed to keep the bitterness from his voice. “Yes.”
“Would you let me mount you during your heat if I wasn’t?” It was an unfair question, Jason knew. “Not that… I want you to be comfortable with me.”
Slade huffed a faint laugh and his warm, strong hands returned, squeezing Jason’s hips. “You’re such a cute alpha for me, but no, Jase, I wouldn’t let you. Birth control doesn’t work with my damn enhancements. I’ve been knocked up every time I’ve shared a season unprotected. Even afore the experiment, I had no trouble gettin’ myself pregnant.
“I was lucky, I suppose—the alpha I was with the most when I was young never wanted t’ breed me.” Slade swallowed. He was not looking at Jason anymore. “He was old. Infertile. Already had pups. He didn’t much want another, so he kept me to himself when I was in season.”
There was no good reply to that. Jason just leaned in, stroking his hands down Slade’s bare side as he nuzzled his bare neck. His teeth scraped over fever-hot skin.
He would never push for the details, and Slade would never say, but he knew enough. Slade’s sire sold him for a thousand dollars when Slade presented with his first heat at fourteen. His traffickers raped him. Acid bile burned in Jason’s throat as the arousal between them cooled. Slade’s monsters were long dead. That was a cold comfort.
“Hush, Bird. It’s alright. I told you it was a long time ago.”
“I know.” Jason kissed him, moving to touch Slade’s bare skin again. Time had never fixed a fucking thing, and they both knew it. He didn’t mention Luthor’s contract or the dozen other hurts between them. That was all past them now. Jason would leave that where it belonged. They were here. They had survived, and learned, and grew. That was what mattered. “I’m glad we can have this.”
Slade hummed. “So, d’you want t’ mount me? Breed me while I’m in season?” he asked.
Jason shuddered on his lap and bared his throat as Slade tipped his chin up, kissing his jawline again. “I can’t…”
“Like I said: sex is the fun part. Breeding is all just instinct. I like your kink. It’s sweet. You ought t’ enjoy yourself. I haven’t had an alpha mount me in my heat-season in too long. Slade’s thumb stroked Jaosn’s lip consideringly. “Are you afraid I think less of you?”
“No. I know it’s not that. It’s me. I know I’m an alpha. I’ve always felt like one. I can get it up and my knot works,” —Jason managed a wry smile at Slade’s snort— “but I still feel like I’m missing something. I don’t have ruts. I don’t even know what they feel like. I can’t sire pups. Parts of me were stolen by my death, and I’ll never get them back.”
The Joker had tortured then murdered him. Some cosmic fuck-up brought him back to life in his casket. Then Talia threw him into the Lazarus Pit, returning the rest of his mind and his soul to him. Death exacted a price. So did the Pit. No one came back to life whole. He lost his birth family and the pack that he had when he was Robin. He was alone. He almost died again—he wanted to die again.
Now he had Slade, and he was different. He always had been. From that first night in the abandoned apartment building, it had been different. Despite his lies and their hurt, there was no one else for him anymore. No one else looked at Jason like Slade. No one else understood him, or slowed and quieted the busy world around them. Jason wasn’t just the second Robin or the Red Hood of Gotham to Slade. Not just a dead pup or a murderous crime lord. He was an alpha, a man, a human deserving of his lover’s touch. He had a whole new life left to live.
“You’re always enough for me,” Slade told him simply.
His lover did not offer any empty words of comfort. No platitudes or hopeful promises. There was no ‘fixing’ this. No returning what was lost. Sterility was a fact that Jason lived with, just like the scars littering his body. Acceptance was its own bitter grief.
Slade did not let him face it alone again. He guided Jason’s hands back to his chest and purred, pleased, at his fingers on his firm, pink nipples. “You’ve earned my respect, my devotion, an’ my love. I’d allow no other alpha t’ mount me.” Slade kissed him. “C’mon, Jase. Breed me.”
Okay. That was just unfair!
Jason kissed him back, massaging Slade’s chest as he ground down on his small bulge. Arousal warmed the air again, alpha and omega, as the scent of sweet heat tingled on his tongue. It wasn’t real. There would be no pregnancy after this. He ignored that. This was real. Here. Now. Slade against him, under him, the taste of his lips and the touch of his smooth, heated skin. Jason was loved. Real love. Honest love. Grief could wait for tomorrow.
“I want to get my mouth on you again,” Jason murmured against Slade’s lips.
His lover purred, smug. “I won’t turn that down.”
“Asshole.” The insult only earned him more smug purring. A whimper escaped Jason as Slade palmed him through his sweatpants. His cock had softened during their talk, but his aching erection returned embarrassingly fast under that warm touch. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and soaked into the fabric.
Rich heat-scent filled his nose. He bowed his head and took one of Slade’s breasts into his mouth, sucking on his firm nipple as he massaged his other one. His lover liked it when he did this the first time. Their shared pleasure made his teeth itch to bite.
“Christ, just look at you,” Slade groaned, encouraging him on with one hand in his hair. He moved to grip his ass and laughed at Jason’s desperate whine. “So damn eager.”
Willingly trapped in Slade’s grip, Jason could only whimper and move to his other side. He let his fangs glide over his sensitive nipple, relishing in that shudder. He imagined the taste of his milk on his tongue, warm and sugar-sweet. When Jason looked up, his small tit in his mouth, Slade had thrown his head back, his kiss-wet lips parted, and his one eye shut. Arousal and heat colored his cheeks pink. Jesus. He was gorgeous. Their bodies pressed so close together that they breathed as one. Jason was just a worshiper at the altar. Sin didn’t have a place here.
“So eager, an’ so desperate,” Slade purred. He watched Jason through a half-lidded eye, smirking down at him. Fingers ran through his hair. Nails scratched his scalp. “You want me bad, don’t you? You poor thing.”
Jason pulled off Slade’s chest. Saliva wet his lips and his skin. “Are you going to let me eat you out? It’s been a while since I’ve tasted you.”
“As much as I’d love t’ see you on your knees for me, this couch was expensive. I ain’t gettin’ slick on the damned upholstery.” Slade smirked when Jason rolled his eyes. He stood without warning, two strong hands gripping his ass. (Jason absolutely did not squeak.) “I want you t’ mount me in our nest anyway.”
It wasn’t the first time that Slade had picked him up. The blatant display of strength still made him shudder, even more when he shifted Jason onto one hand to open and close the door. All his strong, muscled bulk made weightless in his grip. Fuck. He crossed his ankles over the small of Slade’s back, clinging to him with their bodies still pressed together. His cock throbbed. His fangs ached. Slade carried them to the bedroom—to their bedroom and their nest.
Slade laid them down on the bed and pulled Jason over top him with easy confidence. The lamplight cast him in a warm golden glow. “C’mon, now. Give it t’ me.”
“And you called me desperate,” Jason rumbled.
He ran his hands over his bare abdomen again, shivering at the wrinkled stretch marks and all that meant. Fertility. Past pregnancies. The chance for another. Then he cupped his chest and teased the firm pink nipples flushed from his attentions. Omega slick dampened the small bulge in his pajama pants. Jason tugged them off with clumsy grace, glaring at Slade’s laughter. “You could at least help me.”
“I like watchin’ you do all the work, Little Alpha.”
His scowl only earned himself more laughter.
Jason hooked his fingers under the waistband of Slade’s boxers, dragging them off to discard on the floor with his pants. The scent of heat was stronger now. Dizzyingly so. Slick wet the insides of his thighs as Slade spread them invitingly. He looked just as handsome as he did on their first night together. His omega cock was hard. Thick white hair surrounded his naked vulva.
“Well?” Slade lifted himself up on his elbow, reaching between his legs to tease the flushed, wet folds of his cunt. His voice was a low croon. Crow’s feet crinkled around his eye. “Are you just goin’ t’ stare all night, or are you goin’ t’ keep your promise?”
Arousal made his own cock twitch. Jason shuddered as he stole Slade’s lips in a wet kiss. “I want you on top when I eat you out,” he said.
“You’d let me have that?” Slade tilted his head. Surprise was a rare expression.
“Babe, there isn’t much I wouldn’t let you do.” (And how true that was. How true it had always been—for better and for worse. He was Slade’s and Slade was his.) “I love how you look and taste when you come.”
“Then you’d best get on your back.”
Slade didn’t wait for him to move, flipping them and guiding Jason to lay down with his head on the pillows. He stole another kiss from his lips with a pink blush on his cheeks and a low purr deep his throat. They lingered there, just kissing like lovers. Slick wet his sweatpants. Muttered words of praise made him shiver. Then Slade gripped their sturdy wooden headboard and moved to kneel above his head.
Thick thighs bracketed Jason’s own broad shoulders. Slade’s weight kept him in place. Omega slick glistened on the insides of his legs. This close, his heat pheromones were enough to get drunk on. Jason would be deep in rut by now if he were a different alpha.
He stared up at the gorgeous, flushed pink, dripping wet cunt and hard cock above him. His own neglected erection ached in his pants. That wasn’t his focus. He gripped Slade’s ass, sinking his fingers into a layer of fat and firm muscle. His mouth watered. His fangs ached. Jason wanted to bury himself as deep as he could inside Slade and claim him as his—
“Just like this,” Slade murmured. His free hand found Jason’s dark curls again and gripped a fistful of his hair. Nails scratched his scalp. Then he pressed his hips down.
Jason moved on instinct and met Slade halfway. He was eager. (Maybe a little desperate.) God. He loved getting his mouth on his omega lover. Slade’s rich scent—molasses, chocolate, praline pecans—was stronger between his spread thighs, enriched by woodsmoke and gunmetal. His taste was even better. Omega-sweet, but musky, strong and sharp. Slade tasted like a man. His man, and his omega. His heat-season only intensified it. His pussy was slick and sopping wet on his tongue.
He lapped and sucked at Slade’s folds as his fingers dug into his ass hard enough to bruise anyone else. Metahuman healing prevented Jason from leaving any lasting mark on Slade, but it was the thought that counted. The idea. It made his fangs ache. He wanted to sink his teeth into Slade’s warm, pale skin and leave a permanent claim. Jason ignored the possessive thoughts, nosing deeper to tease at Slade’s wetly swollen, flushed hole.
Above him, Slade was panting. He bowed his head, resting against his arm and braced on the headboard. Messy, pure white hair fell in his face. A feverish, dusky pink colored his cheeks. Salty sweat beaded on his temples. His mouth hung open with every ragged, hitching breath.
“You’re so handsome,” Jason couldn’t help but whisper.
Slade opened his eye and smirked down at him. The firm grip on his hair tightened, guiding Jason to his cock with a shift of his hips. “Help me out like a good little alpha now.”
Jason parted his lips at the wet press of Slade’s tip and took his entire cock until his nose was buried in thick white hair. Slade wasn’t big enough to choke him. Still. The weight of his hard cock in his mouth was all that he needed. Salt and sweet and musk. Jason moaned around it, relishing in Slade’s shudder.
“That’s it. Just like that.” Slade drew his hips back, holding Jason in place as he thrust his cock in. Jesus. He was fucking Jason’s face. “C’mon, sweetheart. Get me ready for your knot. You want t’ breed me, don’t you?”
He obeyed, whining around Slade’s hard cock. (Seriously, how was he supposed to keep his composure when he was saying that?) Jason eased two slick-wet fingers into his waiting hole, curling them and pressing against his sweet spot just how Slade liked. Pleasure was a gorgeous look on Slade’s face. His powerful thighs quivered as he was caught between Jason’s mouth and fingers and his fast-approaching orgasm. Jason wanted to give him everything.
Slade came on his fingers. Nails scratched his scalp as he tugged harshly on his hair, fucking Jason’s face to draw out his orgasm for several precious moments more. Slick leaked out as he clenched tight around his fingers. Moans filled the air. His powerful muscles coiled tight. Then, with a rough and loud snarl, he stopped, a mouth on his cock and two fingers in his pussy. It was another moment before he released his grip, allowing Jason to pull off his cock with a pop. “Christ, Bird,” he rasped, “such a sweet boy, so good t’ me.”
“Just for you,” Jason purred. He withdrew his fingers and gripped Slade’s hips again, omega slick wet on his fingers. Arousal coiled tight. “I told you I’ll take care of you. I’ve always meant that.”
“What a romantic.” Slade still softened and moved down to seat himself on Jason’s lap. Slick soaked into his pants. (Idly, Jason knew he was probably going to need to burn them later.) He moved with him when Jason sat up, watching with one lust-dark eye as he stroked his scarred abdomen and cupped his chest again.
“I want to mount you now,” Jason blurted. The clumsy words were foreign on his lips. His mouth tasted like omega slick. Like Slade. Under his lean weight, Jason’s neglected cock and heavy balls ached. Slade’s cunt was open. Inviting. His heat had made him fertile. Jason wanted more than anything to lay his claim deep in his womb. “And breed with you and sire my pup with you.”
Slade purred. Warm fingers carded through his hair and soothed the sting in his scalp. “D’you want me on my knees, presentin’?”
“No. I want to see you when you come on my knot.”
“Bold words.”
“I always back them up.” Jason grinned, opening his mouth when Slade’s fingers touched his slick-wet lips. He must look like a mess. When Slade kissed him, his cheeks fever-flushed, Jason wondered if he could taste himself on his tongue.
His lover allowed Jason to roll them over. Slade laid back on the messy bedding of their nest and welcomed Jason over him again. He smelled of sweet omega, fertility, and slick arousal. His messy, pure white hair was a halo on the soft pillows. Deathstroke was a far cry from holy. The image still lived in the shape of the omega below him. Harsher than he ever was soft. Crueler than he ever was kind. His lover was a ruthless mercenary before he became anyone else. He reached up, caressing Jason’s cheek, and all that mattered was them together, here and now, with their pack, their nest, and their den.
“Prove it then,” Slade demanded to him, “show me what a worthy sire you are.”
Jason growled at that, low and alpha. It rumbled in his throat and past his aching fangs. Alright. He could do that.
His own T-shirt, ruined sweatpants, and boxers joined the discarded pile on the floor. Cool air prickled at his scars. He still itched to cover up again. They were ugly. Not even Slade denied that. But Slade loved every piece of him, and that was all that mattered here.
Slade’s heavy gaze watched him move with the icy blue of his half-lidded gaze glinting in the warm lamplight. His long legs spread apart. One hand rested beside his head on the pillow. The other lazily teased his wet cunt, elegant fingers sliding between slick folds. His hard cock laid neglected on his scarred abdomen.
He settled between Slade’s legs like he belonged there. Utterly bared to one another, Jason shivered at the feeling of their skin together. His lover always ran hot as a side effect of his metahuman enhancements, and his heat made Slade feverish to the touch. The sweet and heady scent of it enveloped him. Heat sank into his core when they kissed again. Jason was warm here. Whole. Callused hands touched the gnarled bomb scars on his broad back as Slade pulled him that much closer.
Jason did not hesitate to follow. He slung one strong, muscled leg over his broad shoulder and leaned in. His cock slid through slick folds. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, awed.
“Don’t be a goddamn tease.”
“Sorry, babe,” Jason said. He stroked Slade’s leg as he bent him in half and kissed him. His teeth ached to bite. The feeling of hot, slick pussy folds against his cock made him groan. “You’re just too hot.”
Slade huffed a laugh against his lips. “Flatterer.”
“Oh, you know it.”
Another purr.
Jason kissed his neck. “Ready?”
“D’you need t’ ask?” Slade wrapped his free leg around Jason’s hip. Nails dug into his shoulders and scratched red lines into his cold skin. He would leave their nest with many more. The claim etched into his flesh made Jason ache. Challenge was in that ice-blue eye even as Slade bared his throat.
A lifetime of nights spent between his thighs would never be enough.
Jason sank his teeth into Slade’s throat as he lined himself up. Slade could throw him off if he wanted, could refuse the bite and the demand for submission, but he didn’t. He stayed pliant and still under Jason, silently daring him on as he pushed in. Sharp nails and fingers bruised him. Powerful, muscled thighs held him close.
He whimpered through his teeth with just his tip in. Slade was searing hot around him. Soft, too. He had always been soft inside, and his heat had relaxed his cunt even more. It made knotting and breeding easier. Omegas were only fertile during their heats. Slade’s wet walls fluttered around his aching cock and urged him deeper. The strong legs around him prevented Jason from pulling back out—as if he could ever want that.
Slade’s throat flexed between his fangs as he gasped and cursed. Those nails dug in hard. “Christ,” he panted, “it’s been too long.”
Too long since an alpha mounted Slade during his heat. Too long since he had been bred. Jason growled and pushed in more. Deeper, harder, until their hips were flush together. He could only gasp as they were finally, finally connected. Heat surrounded him, soft and wet and all his. He lapped at the faded teeth marks on Slade’s bared throat and rolled his hips in a shallow thrust. Pleasure sparked up his spine and behind his eyes. “You feel so fucking good!” Jason whined. “Shit, I want—”
“Then move, you goddamned brat!” Nails pierced his skin. Slade returned Jason’s growl, rolling his hips to encourage him on.
Jason obeyed.
How could he refuse?
He fucked Slade in slow, deep thrusts, grinding into him every time that he bottomed out. Wet slick squelched. Slade’s cunt clenched tight around his cock. Pleasure was a heady thing in the warm air between them.
The sight of Slade’s sweet pussy hole made him groan, flushed red, glistening with slick, and stretched around his erection. He would be full tonight. Bred and swollen with his seed. Jason knew how good his lover would look, pregnant with their pups.
“You can speed up any fuckin’ day now,” Slade grunted.
Jason nuzzled his throat with a breathless laugh. He grabbed both of Slade’s muscled legs by the backs of his knees, hooking them under his arms as he pinned his lover flat under him. The intimacy of it made him shudder. His knees bracketed Slade’s hips. His nose was pressed to the unscarred scent gland on his neck. (The bite scar left by another alpha was on his other side. Jason ignored it.) “So impatient. I don’t want you to break a hip, Old Man.”
“What a charmer you are.” Slade’s breath stuttered when Jason thrust in harder and faster. “Don’t you know you ought t’ talk nicely t’ the omega you’re breedin’?”
Nails raked down the scars on his back. The angry red lines that he would wear tomorrow reclaimed the wounds from his death. Jason was alive again. Alive here with Slade. He nipped at that gland as much as he dared to with every harsh thrust. His balls slapped against Slade’s ass. “I am being nice. You’re making me a father.”
His own words made him shudder. A father. He didn’t have one. He would never be one. It didn’t matter when they were here like this, with Jason’s cock buried in Slade’s wet pussy and his own omega cock sliding between them where they were pressed together.
Under him, Slade was loud. He always was. The soundproofed walls of their bedroom allowed his lover to shake the heated air with his pleasure. When Jason angled his hips just right, Slade threw his head back with an unashamed wail as he pounded into his cunt hard enough to bruise anyone else. One hand moved to grip his dark, curly hair. The other wrapped around Jason’s nape again, scruffing him. Nails dug into his skin. “That’s it. Just like that! Keep fuckin’ me there! I’ll make you a sire, my sweet alpha.”
Held in place by Slade’s unshakable grip, Jason could only obey with a desperate whine. His knot ached as it swelled. He didn’t have the breath for words, licking and sucking at Slade’s bare neck. Nonsensical praise tumbled from his lover’s lips. All Jason could voice was his name, repeating Slade like a mantra with every snap of his hips.
The wet sounds of their fucking came louder and faster, joined with deep grunts, pants, and moans. Slick squelched a filthy noise. The heady scent of arousal burned in Jason’s nose. The taste of heat, of Slade, was thick on his tongue. Warm milk and sugar. Fertility. It promised everything once denied to him. The pack that he had lost and regained under a different name. The weight of his lover’s warm hands on him, touching and caressing every lost part of himself. The future that he couldn’t have. It was all here with Slade, held in his safe arms and buried deep inside him. Tears of pleasure burned in the corners of his eyes.
He was breeding his omega. He was breeding Slade! He had his lover pinned under him, in heat and fertile, open and pliant and ready for him. Jason thrust into him as his heavy and swollen balls drew up tight. He had never mounted an in-season omega before. He fucked Slade through the burn of exertion and the filthy sound of slick squelching with every harsh movement. His swelling knot made every thrust harder.
“Are you goin’ t’ give me your pup now?”
Jason snarled despite himself and thrust in hard enough to make their sturdy bed shake.
“Knot me, Pretty Bird.” Slade wiped away his tears. “I know how bad you want it.”
He whined, too far gone to tease the desperation in Slade’s own voice.
His swollen knot ached against Slade’s pussy as he worked to bury himself deep inside. Even with as welcoming as his heat had made his hole, Jason’s knot had never been an easy fit. He opened his mouth and slid his fangs against Slade’s bared throat before he bit down.
Slade tightened his grip on Jason’s nape and swore, cut off with a snarl when he finally forced his knot in. He arched as his own orgasm tore through him. The sight was fucking holy—his eye squeezed shut, mouth agape and lips wet from kissing, pleasure clear in every line of his handsome face. Jason loved him. He loved him so fucking much.
Ecstasy overwhelmed Jason. Every nerve in his goddamn body lit up with the pleasure of Slade’s soft, wet pussy clenching tight around his swollen knot. Heat warmed him to the core. Jason collapsed onto Slade, his lover’s beating lifeblood between his teeth as he held onto him, safe in their nest.
The first spurt of cum made Jason release the bite with a low moan, gasping and shuddering on top of Slade. Pleasure settled like warm milk in his aching core. Omega heats made knotting that much more intense. He shouldn’t be surprised.
Under him, the pleasured fog of a good knot settled over Slade’s expression. There was a haze in his one blue eye before he closed it and released his bruising grip, going limp under him. Cute wasn’t the right word. It still suited Slade. He was pliant when Jason rolled them over onto their sides, purring as he used Jason’s thick arm as his own personal pillow. His goatee scratched. His steady breath warmed his skin.
Jason ran his fingers through Slade’s messy, pure white hair, combing the tangles from those soft waves. His knot ached and throbbed where they were tied with every pulse of cum that Slade milked from his balls. He let his touch drift lower. The feeling of stretch marks and loose, wrinkled skin made him shiver.
It was dangerous to imagine. Slade, pregnant with their child, with his belly swollen and his rich scent sweetened by milk. The dream made his fangs ache. Jason pressed his nose to Slade’s unbitten scent gland and breathed in as he held him, with his palm over his flat stomach.
It would be a bad idea, anyway.
Still.
It felt nice.
Slade began to stir in Jason’s arms, grimacing as he came out of the omega milking haze. His lover had been lost in it for longer than he usually was. Maybe that was because of his heat.
Jason stroked over Slade’s bare sides, crooning low in his throat. “Okay?”
“Mm. It’s been a while since I’ve been bred,” Slade rasped.
“Jesus, babe!” Jason whined. His knot pulsed again, the new pleasure almost blinding, and he tightened his grip on his lover with a shudder and a faint whimper. His balls tightened with the spurt of alpha cum.
“Your knots always last so damn long, Bird.” Slade clenched around the knot buried inside him experimentally. He hissed at his own oversensitivity, then smirked at Jason’s moan. “I’ve never known an alpha knot t’ last like you do, even in a rut. Just how bad do you want t’ breed me?”
Jason shivered at the words. He lapped at Slade’s bitten neck, although his bite mark had already faded. “I think you know.”
He moved to comb Slade’s hair again, watching as his lover closed his eye and relaxed into his touch. It satisfied something deep and primal in him to see Slade so comfortable in his arms. He felt safe with him in their nest. He trusted Jason as an alpha to watch over them while they were tied, despite his sterility and inability to rut. Those subdued, distant instincts made satisfaction curl in his gut. He was providing for his omega lover. His mate. After a quiet pause, he dared to simply ask, “what’s a rut like?”
“How should I know. I ain’t an alpha.”
Jason rolled his eyes. Why did he have to fall in love with this asshole of all omegas? “You know what I mean.”
“It’s not very different from a heat, really. You don’t lose your mind an’ want t’ fuck everythin’ in sight like beta porn advertises. You’re still you.” Slade paused. He opened his eye, silently studying Jason, before he hummed and relaxed again. “It makes you rely on your base instincts more—heats an’ ruts both. You want your pack nearby. You got t’ know they’re all safe. It feels better when they’re all together in your den. You get more territorial with outsiders too, an’ more protective.”
Slade was silent for a long few minutes. Emotion cracked his voice when he spoke again. “Grant was fourteen when he presented. He wanted t’ spend his summer break an’ his birthday here with me. He growled at Johnny Carson on the TV. Just a pup, then.”
Grief caught in his throat—Slade’s, and Jason’s own. Even now, safe and content in their nest and satiated with sex, tragedy haunted them. Slade would always grieve his firstborn pup. Jason would always mourn for the life that he had lost. If he hadn’t been deprived of decent food growing up, then he would have presented with his first rut when he still lived in Wayne Manor. He would have had his pack with him.
Jason pulled Slade closer to him instead. They were here now. He had Slade and the Wilson Pack. That was what mattered. Not the scar on his throat. Not the years of hurt.
“And your heats? What are they like?”
“Obnoxious.”
At his huff, Slade smirked against his skin. “They’re better with an alpha knotted in me. It’s been years. I couldn’t risk another pup after I birthed my Rosie.”
“How were they before me?” Jason ignored the rush of possessiveness at the words.
“I spent most of ‘em here with Wintergreen, an’ with my pups when I had them with me. Sometimes I’d just work through it. That’s what I did after I lost Grant.” Slade did not mention the heats that he would have shared with his mate, or all the heats before her. Jason did not push. “I can tell you now, most ruttin’ alphas ain’t so chatty when they have their knot in my cunt.”
He softly laughed, nuzzling Slade’s messy hair. “I’ll beg your forgiveness, babe.”
Slade snorted and did not reply.
A few minutes later, his knot finally softened. Slade moved as soon as it did, rolling onto his back with a groan. Jason’s soft cock slid out of him with a filthy wet noise. Between his legs, Jason’s cum leaked from his stretched pussy, flushed from his heat and swollen from the rough fucking that he got. Slick glistened on the insides of his thighs. The scent made his mouth water. Jason settled between Slade’s legs again, entranced by the sight. Slade spread his thighs even wider apart, showing off his sweet cunt and softened omega cock. “Well? Are you goin’ t’ waste your seed after all that?”
Jason shuddered at the realization that Slade was talking about his cum, oozing from his loose, open hole. He pushed it back inside with two fingers. Mine. All mine. His soft cock gave a valiant twitch, pressed against Slade’s slick-wet thigh. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”
The sweet scent of fertility made his teeth ache.
“I’m in season. We’re just gettin’ started. It’ll take more than one knot t’ satisfy me now.” Slade smirked wolfishly at him.
“You’re insatiable when you aren’t in heat.” Jason draped himself over Slade again and stole his chapped lips in a filthy kiss. His two fingers curled up inside his pussy to the wet squelch of cum and slick. He savored Slade’s gasp and shiver even as a whimper escaped him. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and bred before it’s over.”
Slade wrapped a hand around his nape again and pulled Jason in. His sharp omega fangs glinted in the lamplight. “Then you better get t’ work, Little Alpha.”
