Archive of Our Own

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The cottage transformed in the summer when the sun rose in the early morning. Every room seemed softer, the walls turned a rich amber in the sunlight shining in from the expansive floor to ceiling windows.

If Ilya had to pick his favourite room when this change occurred, it would have to be the bedroom. Not only for the obvious reasons, but because of how cozy the orange hue made the room feel, like nothing existed outside of him and Shane. To be fair, nothing did exist outside of them where Ilya was concerned. Especially not when he blinked his eyes open, surrounded by that same homely orange glow, and the smell of his omega ripening in heat tickled his nostrils.

Shane smelled fucking incredible on a normal day, it was rare for him to be stood by himself for more than a minute without his Alpha dipping his nose into the gland on his neck for a hit of his scent. The rich chocolatey base often adapted throughout the day; switching between a sickly sweet white chocolate and a richer, earthier dark chocolate depending on the omega's emotions.

Ilya loved every variation, but a heat-ridden Shane had the most addictive scent of all. Finally, after years of having each other during one of their heats or ruts, their scents began mixing together. The roasted, nutty scent Ilya carried blended with the sweetness of Shane to create a syrupy combination; drool would pool in the Alpha's mouth as soon as he caught the slightest hint of it.

And now it was buried into the sheets beside him, but with no warm body snuggled into his side to accompany it.

"Shane?" Ilya grumbled, propping himself up on an elbow and rubbing his eye with a closed fist. The omega's scent had only just started to shift into the recognisable blend of their combined fragrance which meant his heat hadn't long started to develop. However, that was no excuse to not be asleep next to his Alpha.

"Shane?" Ilya tried again, sounding more awake this time. He rose higher off of the bed to rest on his hands, palms pressing into the mattress behind his body.

"Lyubov moya, is very early and I do not feel like playing hide to seek."

His gravely complaining paid off as Shane appeared in the doorway, walking back to bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. The closer he got the more pronounced his scent became, deeper notes of toasted nuts that were all Ilya swirling about with his own earthy dark chocolate. It was addictive, and he wasn't even in full heat yet.

That was a special scent of its own, come the end of Shane's heats their bedroom ended up smelling of a Snickers bar.

"Sorry, just needed a shower. I think I slept weird last night, my muscles are super tight and I woke up sweating."

"Mmm, I don't think that is reason malysh." Ilya tugged the towel from Shane's waist and folded it under the watchful eye of his omega, throwing it onto the chair in the corner of the room. With him now standing naked and for the most part dry, the Russian had no qualms about pulling Shane back onto the bed by his hips until he was led down again.

"Happy now?"

"Happier. Would have been nice to have you next to me." Ilya shuffled into the space on his husband's side, fingertips on his right hand tracing over the stretch marks lining his thighs.

"I don't think you'd want to wake up to me covered in sweat Ilya, trust me."

"You are wrong. You smell stronger when you sweat, is delicious. Especially when you are starting your heat."

Shane frowned down at his husband, glowing crystal eyes staring back at him as the gentle scratches over his thighs moved to his lower stomach, soothing a cramp he hadn't realised was there. "I'm not in heat."

"Yes, is only just beginning. Your scent changed overnight." Ilya used his free left hand to run a finger over the pretty flush decorating freckled cheeks, the pretty pink enhancing the darker spots scattered over his face. "And you are flushed, normally you only blush like this when I make you cum hands free." To Ilya's delight, the flush deepened.

"I don't blush." Shane insisted.

"No is okay, you do. Brings out all your pretty marks."

Now that Shane's scent was actively changing it wouldn't be long until he was fully engulfed in his omega instincts, his husband knew he was already feeling the shift by the way he kept fidgeting.

"Try and get comfortable Shane, it won't be long now."

The omega shimmied down the bed so he could rest his head back on his pillow, a collection of sweat beads gathering at his hairline despite the cold shower he'd taken not even an hour ago. Ever the dutiful Alpha, Ilya settled between Shane's legs and buried his nose into the uncovered scent gland under the other man's ear, almost getting scent drunk from just one hit.

"Perhaps a massage for you too, hmm? Don't want you getting sore." The Alpha pressed his lips against his omega's jaw and down, hand wandering to the sharp hipbone pressing subconsciously into his own.

A wave of slick hit Ilya's nose as Shane parted his legs to let his hand travel down further, the all encompassing scent almost reaching its peak. His omega must've been more sore than either of them realised, the quick adjustment of his legs making him suck air in over his teeth in discomfort.

"That would be nice since I can't do my yoga for the next few days. Did you know Rose has taken up yoga? I think she's-fuck Ilya-I think she's trying to get Sveta into it as well."

Ilya vowed to get his tongue into Shane's (furled, wet, pink, perfect) hole later but he was running out of time to get him prepped before the worst of his heat hit. The Alpha had a finger curling steadily in Shane's asshole, the amount of slick making it nearly impossible to keep it from sliding out. At his omega's little noises and whimpers he added a second, scissoring them inside his hot channel.

"Sveta doesn't do yoga, Rose will have her bubble burst." Ilya layered kisses over Shane's collarbone, licking into the dip of skin below his shoulder.

"She does yoga with me."

"What?"

"When Sveta comes to visit and you're not here or you're-yes, a third please- busy she'll do yoga with me in the morning. On the deck."

"Son of a bitch!" Ilya swore loudly, twisting his fingers as they pulled out of Shane's hole only to push back in right up to his prostate, petting over the swollen gland to make the other man mewl and throw his head back. "I can't pay Sveta to come to gym with me!"

"Maybe she likes the yoga instructor more than you."

"But you are yoga instructor?"

"Exactly-oh!" Shane was starting to moan more than he was talk, for Svetlana's sake that was a good thing.

Ilya removed his fingers after a final pet to Shane's prostate, wrapping slick fingers around his own rock hard cock and then Shane's.

"You ready lyubov moya?" The Russian's face was well on its way to matching the colour of his husband's, the body heat from underneath him and stuffiness of the room made it impossible not to be.

"Mmm, please."

The first thrust always took them by surprise, Ilya having to stop when he was fully sheathed inside the other man to control himself. Shane had wrapped himself like a koala around his Alpha, legs pressing in tight around his hips and arms clinging around his shoulders. Ilya made little shushing noises as whimpers fell from his omega, latching one arm around the Canadian's back to haul them closer together and run the other hand soothingly along his flank.

"Is okay? Can I move Shane?"

A vigorous nod was his answer, lithe hips gyrating against his own in aborted thrusts to try and get him as deep as possible. The Russian took that as his go ahead and started a punishing rhythm, brushing his omega's prostate with every thrust so he could watch him squirm. He loved Shane like this, completely unfiltered and unguarded, all lovely and limp without a care in the wor-

"You know I went to see the Pike's the other day?"

Ilya slowed his hips to a mind numbing grind that had both men groaning and licked over Shane's scent gland to abate his displeasure at the memory. "Yes lyubov, you came home stinking of Hayden. I spent all evening making you smell like mine again."

"Well Hayden was saying they had another pregnancy scare."

"Oh really? Is this one going to be called Emerald?" Despite the sarcastic quip, the Alpha's lips were trailing over Shane's neck to his lips that were parted to push out quick breaths in time with his thrusts.

"It was only a scare Ilya, Jackie's not actually pregnant." Shane's abdomen clenched when Ilya sealed their mouths together, licking his tongue to mix their taste as well as their scents.

"Is a shame, they could collect whole set and make jewellery box."

Shane chuffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a desperate moan when his Alpha rolled his tightening balls in his hand.

"Oh and Arthur-Ilya please, faster- Arthur can hop now-"

"Shane my perfect omega, I love you so much. But please stop talking about the Pike's while I am trying to make you cum."

Ilya unwrapped the Canadian's arms from his shoulders and rose up onto his knees to increase his speed again; lifting Shane's legs to rest his ankles on his strong shoulders, kissing the tan line where his signature white socks usually sat. The change in angle forced Shane's prostate into the firing line of every stroke, the swollen gland begging for reprieve just like its owner.

"Okay, okay I'll stop. Remind me to tell you about Arthur though please."

"I promise, relax now malysh. You are in heat, and I want to knot you for the next hour."

The thought made Shane's eyes roll, gripping onto the bedsheets beneath him.

"Please, please Alpha. I need to cum, want your knot."

"That's better, I'll give it to you Shanya. My good boy, my perfect omega. Just feel me, don't think about anything but me and how hard we are going to make you cum."

"Ilya!" He gasped, wrenching the corners of the pillow from behind his head down to cover his ears, face screwing up under the unrelenting stimulation against his prostate and the sweaty hand cupping his balls.

"Fucking cum for me Shane, cum so you are nice and loose for my knot." Slick poured out from Shane's abused hole as he did as he was told, inner walls spasming as Ilya found himself right at the brink of his own orgasm. "I will knot you now moya dusha, keep you full of me. You want it? You want to keep my pups warm?"

While the Alpha may complain about Shane's chatterbox tendencies at the most unsuitable times, when he was close to the edge himself he turned into a certified yapper. It didn't take more than a few final thrusts for Ilya lock his knot inside his pretty whining omega, filling him with rope after rope of warm cum.

The Canadian panted in relief of being filled, soft moans filling the air as Ilya let his legs down from his shoulders and began digging his fingers into the sore muscles, easing any lingering tension away with every pass.

"Feel better?"

Shane nodded, lifting his head up to his Alpha. "Kiss?"

Without hesitating Ilya obliged, sticking their bellies and chests together to reach his husband's mouth, smattering kisses onto his lips until the other man giggled, weak arms trying to push him away. The more he wriggled the more the knot inside him forced itself deeper, sending a shiver through the omega.

"Easy, I have you." Ilya whispered against his cheek when his omega tried grinding himself down again. "Stay here with me, I give you what you need moy Shanya."

With a few deep breaths the Canadian softened into the mattress, hands bracing on his Alpha's broad shoulders.

"Good boy, good omega."

The orange glow of the room brightened into a pale yellow, the warmth of the day invading the bedroom through the clear windows. Ideally Shane wanted a nap, the initial wave of his heat fading and exhaustion taking its place. But the Alpha knew he needed to keep Shane awake; he needed to get him fed and cleaned up again before anyone went to sleep.

"Omega?" Ilya tried to wake his husband from his drowsy state on his chest where they'd rolled over so Shane wasn't led in the sweat soaked area of the bedsheets.

However, Shane Hollander-Rozanov did not like to be woken up when he was freshly fucked and in the midst of a heat cycle.

The omega merely chuffed, scrubbing his head into Ilya's chest.

"Shaaaane. You wanted to tell me about Artyusha?"

"Later." He mumbled, eyes glued shut.

"Tell me, I want to hear about my favourite nephew." Ilya's broad hand was firm in its strokes up and down the omega's spine, rousing where it had been calming earlier.

"You had the same offer to come over as I did."

"Yes but I won't see Pike if I don't have to. Plus I like hearing you talk, Mr Chatterbox."

Anyone who didn't know Shane very well would never believe the melodramatic sigh that came out of his mouth.

"Arthur hopped for the first time a couple of days ago and he's learned how to unbutton his pyjamas by himself."

Ilya hummed down at his omega, the previous tense line of his shoulders now loose and malleable. "He is smart boy. Is because he has Uncle Shane to teach him things useless fish does not know."

Shane slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't talk about Hayden like that, you know if you two put in some actual effort you might start to like each other."

"Omega, this heat has made you crazy. We must fix immediately."

Ilya cupped his bare bottom and slid off the bed with unprecedented grace, moving them into the bathroom for Shane's second shower of the morning as he giggled the whole way there.

"Good morning, by the way."

"What?" The Alpha was deep in the process of shampooing every strand of his omega's thick dark hair, too engrossed in his task to pick up on the mumbled words from his sweet, docile husband.

"Good morning. I just realised I never said it to you before we got carried away." Shane turned his head to the side at the insistence of soapy fingers.

"You are in heat malysh, I think is enough of-how you say? Extenuating circumstance."

The Canadian was quiet for a minute, then turned on his heel to squint in suspicion at his Alpha. "Who taught you that? Having you been hanging out with dad again?"

"Of course not, he is very boring. Just like you." The blond pecked the tip of his nose, and because he just couldn't help himself, tasted a couple of his freckles as well. "Good morning."

"You're such a liar."

"Ah, I might be but you like it yes? Your cock is hard again."

Now that the Alpha mentioned it, Shane discovered he'd been half-heartedly grinding his hips against Ilya's smooth skin.

"No, I don't."

"Oh really?"

"Like you said, I'm in heat. Extenuating circumstances."

"So is good enough excuse for you now?"

Shane's resulting smile answered that question.

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