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April 1st, Tuesday.
April Fool's Day. As if such a thing as a perfect day even existed. Everyone was pranking everyone else nonstop. During break, students went outside as usual — some walking around the school grounds, others running to the store for snacks. Jon was walking — well, more like circling the school building — thoughtfully staring at the calendar on his phone.
"Johnny!" Maya pounced on Jon from behind like an elephant. He almost dropped his phone but managed to catch it mid-air. "Your whole back is white!"
"Ha-ha, very funny…" Kent rolled his eyes. "Happy holiday to you too."
"Why so sour?" the girl punched her friend's shoulder playfully.
"When's our graduation? May 30th, right?"
"The 31st. And I know how to cheer you up." Ducard pulled a small note from her bag, smiling widely.
"Sixty days counting this one, mmm…" Jon pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding in response. "What's this?" The alpha took the note and unfolded it. "Let's date…" he read aloud. "Sorry, Maya, but you're not my type." Jon handed the note back to his friend.
"That's not my note." The omega's smile widened.
"Damian has perfect handwriting. This is messy… so it's yours."
"Notice — I didn't mention him!" The girl clapped her hands and squealed happily. "You like him? Yes, yes, yes?"
"That was inevitable…" Jon turned away from the girl to hide his embarrassment. "I mean, about the note…"
"You could have mentioned Katie, or other omegas in class. But you only thought of Dami."
"He doesn't like being called that. And he's not an omega." Jon didn't like where this conversation was going. "What's our next class?"
The girl rolled her eyes, still smiling.
"We both know that's not true."
"Math is cancelled? Cool," Jon tried to change the subject.
"Jon!"
"What?! Even if I did like him, what the hell difference does it make?!" Jon snapped, red flames flickering in his pupils. The girl stumbled back in fear. "Sorry…" Jon took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
"It's okay…" Ducard approached Kent and patted his shoulder in a friendly way.
The bell rang from open windows.
"So, what class do we have?…"
April 2nd, Wednesday.
"Wait, so what happened to him?" Katie was trying to learn the fate of her favorite TV show character while Maya struggled to chew her porridge. They were in the cafeteria, sitting at their usual table.
"So basically, he…" Ducard could finally speak, but Colin interrupted, appearing out of nowhere.
"Let's do this without spoilers, okay?"
"You watch that trash?…" Jon looked at his classmate questioningly.
"Trash is what you…" Wilkes almost came up with a biting remark, but was interrupted by Damian's arrival at their group.
He sat down with his lunch as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Everyone noticed. For a second, the entire cafeteria seemed to fall silent — only Maya tried to contain her excitement.
"Hi…" Katie attempted to break the ice.
"What do you want?" Damian stabbed a tomato with his fork.
"You sat with us," the girl said, clearly uncomfortable.
"Yes. You're lucky." Wayne popped the tomato into his mouth.
"By the way, where were you hiding during break yesterday?" Maya stole a cucumber from her friend's plate. The whole group watched her like a hero.
"Drawing," the omega shrugged. Truth was, he'd been ambushed with play dough that morning and simply didn't want to run into his friend.
"Can I see?" The girl kept stealing his food while he pulled his sketchbook from his bag.
"New one?" Ducard took the fairly thick drawing notebook.
"Yeah," Damian started emptying Maya's plate while she flipped through the notebook.
"Your drawings are really beautiful…" Jon glanced at his classmate's artwork from the corner of his eye.
"I know."
"Wait — is that your cow?" Jon stopped Maya on a page showing an animal lying in a pile of hay.
"Yes, that's Batcow." Damian tried to remember that drawing, continuing to finish Maya's lunch.
"Batcow because she has a bat-shaped patch over her eyes?" Jon smiled slightly and looked at Damian, who nodded, also smiling.
"Further on, there's Alfred the cat and my dog, Titus."
"How much does it cost to get into your zoo?" Colin laughed, and Katie joined in with giggles behind her hand.
"I used to have a foal. My father rescued him from a burning barn…"
"What happened to him?"
Jon shrugged.
"We sold the farm…"
Maya continued flipping through the album, then stopped at a sketch and closed it. She knew Damian didn't like people looking at his unfinished drawings.
April 3rd, Thursday.
Damian sat at the edge of a bench, sketching a stray cat that was a frequent visitor to the schoolyard, often receiving treats and endless affection. Damian was drawing him sleeping on the grass, belly exposed to the sun.
Jon sat at the other end, playing a game on his phone, not paying attention to his classmate, who was equally absorbed in his own activity.
"There you are!" Both looked up from what they were doing, only now noticing each other.
"So, my dad's leaving for some science thing this weekend, so I'm throwing a party."
"I'm not coming," the boys said in unison, then glanced at each other.
"I get drunk fast…" Damian kept looking at Jon, the memory flashing in his mind of hugging him, face buried in his collarbone.
"And alcohol doesn't affect me…" Jon also looked at Damian, remembering that evening at the manor — a shiver ran through him, just like when Damian had hugged him.
"That's perfect!" The girl beamed at the boys, who tore their gaze away from each other to look at her questioningly.
"For you, Damian — non-alcoholic punch."
"You think nobody will add cognac to it?" Damian set his drawing aside.
"Oh, come on, Damian! Since alcohol doesn't affect Jon, he can be your voice of reason and sober you up if anything happens."
"Great plan, Maya!" Damian clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.
"I don't want that kind of responsibility for Damian," Jon said, equally displeased with the girl's plan.
"See? He admitted he can't handle it!" Wayne pointed an accusing finger at Kent.
"I said I don't WANT to, not that I CAN'T."
"It's the same thing." Damian crossed one leg over the other and folded his arms.
"It's not the same at all." Kent shook his head, watching those green eyes roll again.
"Then prove it to each other — at my place. Saturday at 8."
"I'll come early," Damian said, looking at Jon but speaking to his friend.
"Okay. I'll be waiting."
April 4th, Friday.
Damian was petting a cat that had climbed into his lap, purring loudly. Damian smiled widely as the cat squirmed on his knees. He was on the same bench as yesterday; at the other end sat Jon, playing his game and occasionally cursing when he lost.
"Like there aren't other places to park your ass," Wayne thought, squinting at Kent's tantrums while continuing to pet the cat. After a bit more purring, the cat jumped off the boy's lap and ran toward other kids bringing him food. Damian started brushing cat hair off his blazer.
"Kindness is punishable…" The boy took off his blazer and set it beside him. There was still plenty of time before class. Wayne glanced at his bench-mate — Kent was desperately trying to beat a level, with no success. The omega carefully moved closer to the alpha, peeking at his phone screen. Wayne watched Kent play, and when he lost again, clicked his tongue.
"You're absolutely terrible at this game," Damian said, moving back to a respectable distance.
"This level is just hard," Jon turned to his classmate, who was starting to pack his uniform into his backpack. "I have no idea what else to upgrade on my character — I've maxed everything out. He's literally like a god!" The alpha tiredly rubbed his face.
"Your brain isn't maxed out."
"And yours is?" Jon protested.
"To the max."
"Then beat it." Jon handed his phone to the omega, who took it. Kent moved closer to Wayne.
A few minutes later, Damian returned the phone — level complete.
"Well, okay…" Jon awkwardly accepted his phone back.
"You owe me…" Damian thought for a moment.
"Hey, we didn't agree to that," Kent looked at the pensive Wayne.
"You should have thought of that earlier." Damian looked at Jon; the alpha quickly averted his gaze. "You owe me nothing — except tomorrow, I don't want to see you in those stupid glasses."
"Or what?" Jon returned his gaze to Damian's face, breathless from his beauty.
"I beat your level for you, idiot!" The beta poked his index finger into the alpha's cheek, turning his face away.
"I'll bite you…"
Damian flushed bright red and pulled his finger away, running off at the sound of the bell.
A bite always signified belonging to an alpha.
April 5th, Saturday.
Damian arrived early, as promised. The party hadn't started yet, so the door was still closed. Wayne knocked, and a minute later Maya opened the door.
"Oh, Dami."
"Don't call me that…" Damian rolled his eyes, and Maya noticed the eyeliner, taking in his whole outfit: A black shirt, buttoned all the way up; a red tie that matched the roses on the boy's corset and the equally bright belt on his black jeans.
"Is this for Jon?" A sly smile appeared on the girl's face as the omega's cheeks matched his tie.
"No!" Damian pushed past his friend and entered the house, which was ready for the party — though the hostess was still in her loungewear. "Where's my promised punch?"
"On the table." The girl pointed to a large glass container filled with pink cocktail. Damian nodded when he saw it.
"Come pick out what I should wear." The girl took her friend's hand and led him upstairs to her room. Wayne sat on the bed as Maya paraded dresses before him.
"Which one?" One was a very short red dress with a deeply plunging neckline; the other was black, longer but with a slit up to the thigh, though with a more modest neckline.
"Trashy," Damian grimaced at both options.
"Look at yourself — all you're missing is red lipstick. How did you not think to wear your boots?"
"It's hot. The black one is more tolerable — wear that."
"Okay," the girl began changing. "So what's going on with you and Kent?"
"What do you mean?" Damian lay on the bed, arms spread.
"Well… you talk to him normally now… Help me."
Damian got up and helped the girl with her bra.
"I talk to him like a normal classmate." Maya moved away, continuing to dress. Damian didn't lie back down, knowing she'd need help with the dress soon. An awkward pause fell. Damian looked at himself in the full-length mirror, turning to examine his slim figure.
"Are the jeans too tight?" The boy ran his hand along his thigh, checking the back view through the mirror.
"Perfect," the girl slapped her friend's rear. "Jon will appreciate it." She hurried out of the room.
"You're driving me crazy with your Jon!" Damian followed his friend, rubbing the spot where she'd slapped him.
"He's not MY Jon — he's YOURS, Damian!" Ducard opened the door to let in Colin and a couple of his friends carrying boxes of alcohol.
"Greetings, lady of the house," Colin bowed slightly and kissed his friend's hand.
"Stop the circus, Colin. And why so much alcohol?" Damian stood on the stairs, leaning on the railing. He pointed at the other alphas setting bottles next to his punch. Damian wasn't thrilled to see Colin and his buddies. Since hanging out with those alphas, Colin had started resembling them — the same idiots who thought they were born kings and could do whatever they wanted.
"So holy, but those jeans are barely holding together," one of Colin's friends laughed, followed by the other guys' revolting laughter.
"Is he really a beta, Colin?" the second alpha winked at Wayne.
"If he were an omega, I'd know," Wilkes started setting up speakers and turning on music.
"He's broken your nose so many times you wouldn't even smell your own omega," Maya laughed. "Boys, I take it you're the redhead's new friends? I'm Maya, and that's —" the girl nodded toward Damian, who was trying to calm his inner assassin, "— Damian Wayne."
The two alphas exchanged glances and looked at Damian, who lifted his nose proudly, asserting his status.
"Jack…" the first one managed.
"Eric," said the second.
"I thought there were no names more terrible than 'Dick.' I was wrong. Then you appeared." The green-eyed boy stared at the alphas with a murderous gaze, smiling at their pathetic expressions.
"Hey, man, we need to talk." Colin had finished with the equipment and approached the guys, who went to explore the house.
"Tch…" Damian clicked his tongue as more and more guests filled the house.
Jon appeared in the doorway when the house was already full, though not everyone was drunk yet. He pushed through the crowd of intoxicated teens who looked more like they were summoning rain than dancing. The alpha searched for Damian, who was ladling punch into a glass. Kent stood back for a minute, watching the omega. Under the school uniform, the omega's figure hadn't been very visible. Not that it stopped Jon from using his X-ray vision to peek under his clothes and fully appreciate his figure — but now Jon could fully see all the fragility of his omega, and confirm once again that he was the most beautiful one. Realizing where his thoughts were heading, Jon shook his head, his glasses perched on his nose. He hadn't taken them off — he was curious how Damian would react.
"Surprised you're not in some bushes," Jon stood beside Wayne. The younger finished pouring his drink and turned to his classmate.
"What bushes are we talking about? And why are you wearing those?!" Damian took a sip of his drink.
"You don't remember?" Kent raised an eyebrow.
"What am I supposed to remember?"
"Well, back at the gala, when you downed that champagne…" Jon looked away, recalling that day.
"Get to the point…" Wayne took a few more sips, listening.
"You threw up in the bushes," Jon said in one breath. Damian choked and started coughing. His corset was laced too tightly.
"How embarrassing…" It was hard to breathe, but Damian managed.
"Come on…"
"Don't tell me you were there…" Damian looked at Jon with sad eyes.
"I was."
"God…" The omega covered his face with his hand. "And you still haven't answered my question — why are you wearing those?!" Damian removed his hand and pointed at the alpha's glasses.
"I wanted to see what you'd do if I disobeyed you." Jon smirked and, to spite Damian, adjusted his glasses.
"Oh, is that how it is?!" Wayne set his glass down, rose on his tiptoes, and snatched the cursed glasses off Kent. He unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt to hang them on his chest. "You'll never see them now!" Damian retrieved his glass and took another sip.
"Seriously, I thought you had more imagination." Kent reached for the glasses on the boy's shirt, but Damian slapped his hands away.
"No touching!"
"I won't touch you — just taking back what's mine." Jon reached again; Damian slapped him again.
"That was the deal." Wayne covered the glasses with his palm, taking another sip of punch.
"What deal? And I think you're already drunk, Damian."
"The one you forgot! When you think, you're supposed to cross yourself." The glass was empty; Damian set it down.
"Give them back."
"Nope."
"Di."
"How dare you call me that?!" Damian tried to hit Jon, but he stepped back just in time.
"Bet you can't catch me?"
…
"They've been chasing each other for an hour," Eric observed the pair.
Jon held Damian by the wrists, keeping him at a distance, while Wayne tried to kick Kent.
"Did you put cognac in the punch?" Colin grimaced, watching them now calmly discussing something, Damian showing Jon something on his phone.
"I did. Dude, if he's an omega, he's already taken by that guy — and he's a Kryptonian, like you said. You want your best friend roasted like a sausage?!"
"All I needed from you was to get him drunk. I'll handle the rest — they won't lay a finger on you." Colin looked back at his classmates. Damian had finally managed to hit Jon on the head. After the blow, they stood silently, staring into each other's eyes, waiting for the opponent's next move. "We need to get Jon away from Dami…"
…
"You really reached level 100 in one day?!" Jon couldn't believe what Damian was telling him, but the proof was right there.
"I had a sleepless night." Wayne shrugged. They'd returned to the punch bowl, and Damian was refilling his glass.
"Shouldn't you stop?…" Jon tried to save Damian from alcoholism, but someone called his name. Jon met the gaze of another alpha. Damian recognized him — Jack.
"Jon, right?" The alpha extended his hand. "I'm Jack."
They shook hands. Damian was already sipping his drink, emptying the glass.
"I heard alcohol doesn't affect you," Jack smiled slyly, watching Damian feel good and reach for more. "We've got a contest going — can you drink 100 shots in a row?" Jack nodded toward a table where the first victim of the contest was already passed out.
"I could, but not now." Jon took Damian's glass away.
"How dare you?!" Damian lunged at Jon like a predator at prey — but ended up doing something incomprehensible, and Jon found himself in Wayne's embrace.
"See? I've got my own alcohol victim here." Jon froze again like a statue. Damian seemed determined to crush him — why else would he be clinging like this?
"Don't worry, nobody's going to touch your omega," Jack continued smiling.
"He's not my omega, first of all. And second, he's not an omega." Jon managed to say this calmly, but inside everything twisted — Kent felt sick at himself.
"Then even more reason — he can take care of himself."
"Oh, a dog…" Damian detached from Jon when he spotted a pug on the horizon. Someone had thought to bring not only more alcohol and more condoms, but also a dog.
"Okay, what do I get for drinking 100 shots?" Jon sighed as the omega detached and ran after the frightened pug.
"Your life is reward enough."
Damian caught the pug and was rubbing its belly.
"I wonder who brought this little guy here?" Colin approached, and Damian had to look up. "No, I'm already drunk," the alpha offered him a glass of punch.
"Everyone's drunk here, Dami." The pug's owner called him, and he waddled away from Wayne. Damian watched him go sadly.
"Or are you afraid someone might see the golden boy drunk enough to climb on a table and do a striptease?" Colin knew Damian's weakness well — he'd do anything if someone said "I bet you can't" or hinted at it.
Wayne stood up from his crouch, accepting the glass.
"Golden boy…" He downed the contents and returned the glass. "Tastes different…"
Cheers came from the kitchen; the whole crowd was chanting Jon's name. Damian hurried over, ignoring Colin.
He squeezed through the crowd to the front row. The alpha was downing his last five shots. Kent's shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his broad chest and the hint of abs. For a few seconds, Damian couldn't tear his eyes away from the alpha's lean, beautiful body. Jealousy hit him at the whistles from the crowd. Omega girls squealed with delight when Kent unbuttoned another button. His head began to spin, and Damian didn't notice himself being pulled from the crowd.
"Dami…" A hand touched Wayne's cheek. Everything went dark.
"What did you give me?…" Damian removed Colin's hand from his face; vision returned, and he saw the familiar red-haired alpha. But within a minute, his ears were ringing, and the omega doubled over. He was being dragged somewhere again, seated — his mind foggy, occasional moments of clarity where he saw a bottle spinning on a table.
Jon finally downed the last shot. Applause and squeals erupted around him. He felt good, a pleasant burn in his throat. He smiled widely, listening to the applause. Wiping his mouth and chin with his sleeve, he left the kitchen. He remembered Damian and went to find him.
Kent found him in a circle of strangers sitting around an empty spinning bottle. Damian sat with his head bowed, seeming completely checked out. Jon heard two guys discussing his condition.
"Damian…" Jon tried to take him, but two alphas blocked his way.
Through the noise, Damian heard Jon and lifted his head, trying to see him through the fog.
"I'm taking Damian out of there," Kent growled at the alphas blocking his path.
"Dude, it's 'Seven Minutes in Heaven.' Everyone here's getting paired up."
"And you said he wasn't yours, and not an omega," Jack continued his sly smile, making Jon's fists itch to smash his smug face. "This is the deluxe version — not seven minutes in another room, but quite a long time. Some don't even come back — the night's so short when you're busy with someone else…"
Damian crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball. Sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen. He clenched his teeth, trembling from the sudden chill.
The bottle neck pointed at Damian. Everyone applauded wildly. Colin rose from the circle, approached the omega, and lifted him onto unsteady legs.
"Jon?…" Damian sniffed the alpha. Grapefruit. "Colin, let go…" He tried to pull away but couldn't. He could barely move his legs to resist.
"You bastard!" Kent saw the whole scene. The alphas blocking his way held him by the shoulders, pressing him against the wall.
"Do you. Seriously. Fucking. Think. That'll stop me?!" Red flames appeared in Jon's eyes — nothing good. Fear flashed in Colin's friends' eyes. Kent smirked, grabbed their arms, and squeezed until they cracked — both alphas fell to their knees before the Kryptonian with screams.
"Thank me later for breaking them instead of tearing them off."
"Colin…" Damian rasped his friend's name. Or rather, ex-friend's. The one who'd completely lost it.
The alpha pressed the weak omega against the wall, savoring the scent of heat. He inhaled deeply, breathing hot air onto Damian's neck. Wayne flinched every time he heard the alpha's satisfied growl in his ear. It was terrifying.
"It hurts, doesn't it? Doesn't it?" Colin gripped the omega's sides, repeating, "It hurts like hell…" He whispered in his ear with manic undertones. One hand slid down to Damian's buttock and squeezed hard.
Damian flinched at the discomfort and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Holy shit, you're soaking wet!" Colin exclaimed happily, as surprised as Dami himself. "You want me to do it, don't you?" The redhead placed his free hand on the boy's cheek. Wayne half-opened his eyes, tears beginning to form.
His body ached, his buckling legs wanted to clench shut, but Wilkes' leg was between them. Colin ran his palm up the inner thigh, touching his crotch and squeezing lightly. Damian writhed, still trying to break free. Watching this gave Colin immense pleasure. He loosened his grip and rubbed Damian between the legs — the omega's slick increased, and he cried out, head thrown back.
"Yes… That feels good…" He inhaled the green tea scent emanating from Damian again. "Don't hold back." Burning the boy's ears and neck, he whispered, "Scream."
Wayne pushed against Colin's chest, but it was useless. Wilkes grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks, forcing Dami's mouth open. At that same second, the alpha crushed his lips against Damian's, pressing him into the wall. He thrust his tongue deeper, exploring everything inside. The omega beat against Colin's chest — pointless. Colin grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, squeezing tight. He kept kissing Damian as he choked on the kiss and the disgusting sensation between his legs as Colin rubbed again.
"Stop! Let go! I don't want this!" flashed through the omega's mind. Wilkes' hands were so rough… "Jon… Please…"
The door flew off its hinges and slammed against the wall with a deafening crash, miraculously missing the alpha shamelessly groping Damian and exploring his mouth with his tongue.
Jon was furious. He grabbed the redhead by the hair, yanking him away from the omega, and introduced Colin's face to his fist with brutal force.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Colin fell before Jon, spitting out a couple of teeth.
"Damian…" Jon didn't pursue the beating. His only concern was his friend. He rushed to the boy, who had fallen to his knees and was frantically wiping Colin's saliva from his mouth.
"How do I stand up?…" Shaking all over, vision swimming — but not Jon. He saw him clearly and reached out with trembling hands.
Jon scooped Damian into his arms, pressing him close, soothing him.
"What did you give him?! Why did he go into heat?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DANGEROUS THAT COULD BE FOR HIM?!" Kent finally lost control of his vision and nearly burned the other alpha with his heat vision.
Jon closed his eyes, burying his nose in the omega's hair. He was ready to fry anyone who looked at Damian. He held him to his chest. He didn't want to be here anymore. He walked out through the empty door frame, ignoring that everyone had stopped partying, frozen against the walls in fear.
Jon stroked his omega's back, trying to calm him.
"Shh… Damian. It's over. Everything will be okay."
But the omega only writhed more in pain in the alpha's arms.
As soon as Jon crossed the threshold of Maya's house, he launched into the sky. Kent planned to deliver the omega straight to the manor — but he could no longer ignore Damian's heat and scent.