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“Just letting you know,” Lan Zhan said one morning. “I’ll be going into rut soon.”

Wei Ying perked up from where he’d been slumping over his breakfast sleepily. 

“Oh?” he was immediately excited. “Oh yay! I mean, you know. Not yay for all of the rut-related stuff, but yay because now I can finally show you what a great housemate I am!” Wei Ying bounced in his seat as he spoke. 

Lan Zhan gave him one of his small smiles.

“You are already a great housemate.”

“Just wait! I’ll show you how great I can be! You’ll think up until now I’ve been a dick!”

Lan Zhan just shook his head, focusing on the tea he was brewing. 

Ruts sucked. They were uncomfortable week-long experiences and Wei Ying hated them with a passion. Thankfully at least they only came around once every few months. But he was looking forward to Lan Zhan’s rut for a simple reason. 

Lan Zhan was the best housemate ever. 

This was just a fact, irrefutable and true. There was the swanky apartment Wei Ying wouldn’t be able to afford on his own and the free meals due to how often Lan Zhan cooked too much and the way he put up with Wei Ying’s incessant rambling or wild sleep schedule. 

But there was also the ruts. 

Wei Ying had had two ruts so far since he started living with Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan had been so attentive and doting and helpful. He’d allowed Wei Ying his distance—two alphas under one roof could cause territorialism and aggression during rut (not that Wei Ying had ever experienced that)—but still kept tabs on him via text messages to make sure he was keeping hydrated and fed. Brought him warm cooked meals that he left at his door when Wei Ying admitted he was surviving on nothing but instant noodles with the electric kettle he kept in his room. Even took his hamper full of clothes to the laundry when Wei Ying sweated through all his shirts. 

Unfortunately for Wei Ying he’d never been able to return the favour since the two ruts Lan Zhan had experienced in this time Wei Ying had been away. Once to stay with his family in Shanghai and the other when his sister had gone into labour. 

Now was Wei Ying’s chance to dote on Lan Zhan like he deserved!

“You have a minibar in your room, right?” Wei Ying asked Lan Zhan. “Do you want me to cook you up some ready-meals to keep you stocked up?”

“There’s no need for that, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, joining Wei Ying at the table with his tea. “You have nothing to prove.”

“I don’t need to be trying to prove something to cook you food! You literally cooked me this breakfast, it's only fair!”

“That sounds like an attempt to prove something.”

“No!” Wei Ying laughed and frowned. Lan Zhan didn’t get it! It wasn't only because Lan Zhan had helped him out during his ruts that he wanted to do the same. It was just. 

Lan Zhan was so good. 

It’s what he deserved!!! 

“You helped during my last ruts anyway, you don’t need to feel obliged to do more,” Lan Zhan added.

“Oh please, I just had food dropped off at the door!”

“A favour I appreciated,” Lan Zhan pointed out. Wei Ying rolled his eyes. 

When Wei Ying had realised Lan Zhan was going to rut while he’d been with Jiang Yanli he’d been upset that he couldn’t help Lan Zhan through it. So Wei Ying had ordered a bunch of meals to be delivered with strict instructions to be left at the front door so no one would bother Lan Zhan, in an attempt to emulate what Lan Zhan had done for him previously. 

Realistically, Wei Ying thought at the time, Lan Zhan had probably preferred the empty apartment, the lack of Wei Ying giving him space to prowl about as rutting alphas were wont to do.  

But Wei Ying was going to be here this time! He was going to be the best damn rut-helper-through-person to ever exist! 

Other than, you know, an omega. 

It wasn’t like Wei Ying could change his secondary gender, though, so there was no helping that.

NOT! That Wei Ying wanted to help Lan Zhan through his rut that way! 

Wei Ying laughed out loud as this ludicrous thought crossed his mind. Lan Zhan and him? No way!

Lan Zhan didn't ask what was making Wei Ying laugh out of nowhere. Another reason why he was the best housemate ever. 

Their morning continued on as usual and Wei Ying put Lan Zhan’s rut to the back of his mind, deciding he’d ponder more on how best to help him later. He was in pre-rut which meant Wei Ying still had a few days before it was necessary for Lan Zhan to actually lock himself up in his room. 

A few days passed and Lan Zhan had put in his leave at work and cooked all his food (without Wei Ying’s help, which he claimed was because of the ‘spice issue’ which was totally a lie because Wei Ying could tone down the spice Lan Zhan was just sneakily stopping Wei Ying from helping him!) and prepared himself to live in his room for a week. They worked out a schedule for bathroom uses so Lan Zhan wouldn’t have to run into an alpha at an inopportune time. All was set!

Wei Ying did actually start to feel a little feverish the night before they said goodbye to face-to-face interactions for a while which kind of put a damper on things. Wei Ying wouldn’t be of any help to Lan Zhan if he was sick—or worse! In rut!

Ugh, this was just Wei Ying’s luck. He never could time his ruts at all. He’d even had a feeling for a while that he was syncing up with Lan Zhan. That wasn’t unusual with alphas in close proximity. The first time he’d rutted in this apartment had only been a few months after he’d moved in, but the next had been almost 7 entire months later (which was awesome actually) and now this, only 3 months after his last and coincidentally at the same time as Lan Zhan? 

“Look at us!” Wei Ying said over dinner, when he’d let Lan Zhan know he thought he might be in pre-rut. “We’re twins! Besties!”

Lan Zhan had just affectionately rolled his eyes. Wei Ying was certain he enjoyed it though. It meant they were getting closer! 

The next day Lan Zhan never came out of his room, and Wei Ying shot him a text when he woke up letting him know he was up and wearing noise cancelling headphones.

Be as loud as you want er-gege! he’d texted, laughing to himself. Just text me if you need anything.

Lan Zhan sent him a Thank you, but was otherwise silent. Wei Ying busied himself around the house, in his room or at work, occasionally sending a check-in text to Lan Zhan. It really didn’t seem like there was much he could do for Lan Zhan. 

On the 3rd night Wei Ying was feeling a little unwell. He lay on his bed, a little sweaty, a little restless, wondering what Lan Zhan was doing. 

Wei Ying’s ruts, while irregular in timing, were pretty similar in experience. He always remembered being feverish and horny during his rut and desperately needing to mate with someone, something, anything. He usually spent his ruts jerking off or using a fleshlight. There were simulators that help with synthesising the feel of knotting a hole, that shrink extra tight. Wei Ying only owned one but it’d gotten him through many a rut, and he was fond of it. 

His ruts were never too bad and he counted himself really lucky. Even the clean up was easy enough too, he washed all his clothes and sheets and had a shower to wash off the pheromones and any jizz he came on himself and he would be good to go.

He wondered if Lan Zhan’s ruts were the same. Was he stalking around his room? Did he scent mark? Did he use toys?

For some reason Wei Ying couldn’t picture Lan Zhan using a toy. Lan Zhan was too proper. Sure he had ruts but Wei Ying was convinced, somehow, that they were clean and proper affairs. He wasn’t even convinced Lan Zhan jerked off. He couldn't picture it.

Well...he could picture it but...

Wei Ying jumped up off his bed, giving himself a shake like it would rattle the image out of his brain. He shouldn't be thinking about his friend like that. 

He ended up pacing his room a bit—a bad sign, he was practically prowling—and turned his music up higher so he wouldn’t have any room in his head to think. 

After dinner some time Wei Ying got a text from Lan Zhan. 

Would you please bring me a garbage bag?

Wei Ying basically leapt into action, excited to help. He grabbed a bag and hurried to Lan Zhan’s door, knocking lightly. 

When Lan Zhan opened the door Wei Ying was momentarily stunned by the wave of pheromones that hit him. There was some wary alpha instinct beeping quietly in the back of his head but nothing like he’d read alphas could react. Mostly Wei Ying was just overwhelmed by how good he smelled. The kind of scent that made Wei Ying wanna come inside and get more of, drink it in, rub his face on Lan Zhan’s sheets. 

Of course Lan Zhan smelled fantastic, he was perfect in every way. 

Even standing in the doorway, 3 days into rut, he looked completely fine. Maybe a little pink in the cheeks but even his sweat was more like a healthy glow than anything. 

Wei Ying beamed. 

“Hey! How are you feeling?” he offered out the garbage bag that Lan Zhan had requested. He took it, careful not to let their hands touch. 

“Alright. It’s passing.”

“That’s great! You’re OK? Not sick?” He was curious what the bag was for. 

Lan Zhan looked a little uneasy. 

“Ah...” he hedged, closing the door a little like he didn’t want Wei Ying to get a peek inside. “I made a bit of a mess of a lot of my clothes. They need a wash.” 

“Oh well throw them all in the bag!” Wei Ying said eagerly. “I can take them for you!” 

Lan Zhan “Ah”ed again. 

“It’s fine, Lan Zhan! I’ll just toss it all in the washing machine.”

It really was no big deal, Wei Ying had done Lan Zhan’s laundry before, it wasn’t weird and he didn’t mind. 

Still, Lan Zhan awkwardly backed into his room, closing the door. Wei Ying bounced on his toes waiting outside. A minute or so later the door reopened. Wei Ying didn’t realise how quickly the scent had dissipated until the wave hit him again and he took a deep breath. Lan Zhan held the garbage bag, now bulging with clothes. 

“You can just leave it in the bathroom, I’ll get to it later.” 

“No, no, really, Lan Zhan, it’s fine. I can do this for you!”

“Please, I'd rather do it myself. My rut’s almost passed.”

Wei Ying smiled beguilingly. 

“I promise it’s no big deal.”

Lan Zhan shifted uncomfortably. This was by far the most awkward Wei Ying had ever seen him, even when they’d first met.  

“I...put some toys in the bag,” he said after a moment. “I will clean them myself.”

Wei Ying rolled his eyes. 

“Come on Lan Zhan, we’re friends! It’s not gonna make me throw up to clean a little spunk out of a fleshlight.” Wei Ying was actually a little interested now that he'd learnt Lan Zhan did in fact use toys. 

Lan Zhan gave him a truly disbelieving look that made Wei Ying laugh.

“OK, OK look how about this,” Wei Ying suggested. “I’m gonna take this bag and put it in the bathroom, and then I'm gonna get you some tea and heat up some congee. Then, after you've filled up, if you think you wanna come wash your clothes and stuff you can. But if you feel at all unwell then you go to sleep and I will handle it?” 

Lan Zhan stared at him for a long moment. 

“...Fine,” he said finally. Wei Ying grinned. 

Wei Ying held his hands out expectantly and Lan Zhan, still with some hesitation, handed him the bag. Wei Ying tied it off efficiently and skipped off down the hall while Lan Zhan gently shut his door behind him.

The bathroom was big—perks of living in a big apartment owned by Lan Zhan—and there was a sliding door next to the linen cupboard that housed the washing machine and dryer. Wei Ying slid it open and set the bag of clothes on top of the machine. Then he retreated to the kitchen as he promised and set about getting things for Lan Zhan. 

He liked helping Lan Zhan! It made him feel good to prove he was worthy of being friends with such a cool amazing guy. 

He brought a tray of food and tea to Lan Zhan’s door and knocked. 

“Room service!” he trilled. 

“Leave it there,” came Lan Zhan’s voice, muffled through the door. 

“Got it!” Wei Ying happily put it on the ground and wandered back to his room. It was probably a scent thing. He probably didn’t want Wei Ying all up in his rut zone—alpha instincts etcetera. 

A while later Wei Ying texted Lan Zhan his obligatory How r u goin? check-in. There was a long wait before Lan Zhan finally replied. 

Second wave. 

Shit. 

Oh damn! Wei Ying texted back. Poor gege! U can do this!!!!

Wei Ying dutifully put his headphones back on and distracted himself online for a few hours. 

It was nearing midnight when Wei Ying decided to go shower. Lan Zhan would normally be in bed long before now though his rut was messing with his sleep the last couple nights—Wei Ying had heard him as late as 2AM the night before, footsteps pacing back and forth on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, when Wei Ying had walked past on his way to the bathroom. 

He tiptoed past the room now, just in case, and locked himself in the bathroom, flicking the light on. 

The first thing Wei Ying noticed was the open laundry door. He’d totally forgotten about the bag of Lan Zhan’s dirty clothes.

“Oh yeah!” he said out loud, voice echoey in the tiled room. 

He dropped his own clothes on the closed toilet seat lid and turned back to the washing machine. 

There was no way, with his second wave, that Lan Zhan was going to be dealing with this now. Wei Ying hoped he had enough supplies to last him overnight because both of them had clearly spaced on cleaning his stuff and getting it back to him. Especially, Wei Ying remembered now, the toys Lan Zhan claimed to have left in the bag. 

Well Wei Ying wasn’t the best (pending) housemate for nothing! He’d clean all Lan Zhan’s things and leave them in a perfectly neat present at his door! 

Wei Ying opened the bag and was immediately hit again with a wave of Lan Zhan’s amazing scent. 

“What the fuck,” Wei Ying allowed himself a quiet murmur this time. He took a deep breath. “So not fair.”

Lan Zhan was so perfect in every way, of course he had a delicious scent even to other alphas. 

Wei Ying reached into the bag and immediately recoiled in surprise. The clothes were genuinely wet, soaked through. 

Poor Lan Zhan! Wei Ying thought. He must have been sweating so much. 

“Cute...” 

He couldn’t help that. It was just... cute to find a truly human part of his perfect housemate. 

Wei Ying shifted the bag over onto the dryer and flipped open the lid of the washing machine then reached in with both hands and grabbed a fist full of Lan Zhan’s wet clothes. He pulled them out and dropped them into the machine. He didn't manage to grab all the clothes in his first attempt, so it was noticeable now when he went back to the bag how it was even wetter at the bottom of the bag. 

Wow?

Wei Ying looked into the bag. There was visible wetness. Maybe Lan Zhan spilled a bottle of water?

Wei Ying leaned to the side, letting the warm glow of the bathroom lights hit the bag fully so he could look closer. 

It glistened like...viscously. 

Wei Ying paused, then carefully he reached into the bag, through the wet clothes and felt around. 

There was a hard object in there. He lifted the clothes out carefully. A shirt, sopping tracksuit pants.......underwear.... They fell in the machine with a flomp. 

Wei Ying uncovered the first sex toy. 

It was a fleshlight. 

He gulped and pulled it out. It was coated in the wetness and Wei Ying could see now it was...all cum. 

All of it. 

Holy shit. 

He thought about Lan Zhan's look of disbelief when Wei Ying said he didn't mind cleaning out a little spunk. Maybe it hadn't been disbelief over Wei Ying's willingness that caused his expression, but disbelief over the use of the words ‘a little’. 

This was...not a little. There were, as Wei Ying found, 3 toys in all. All fleshlights. 

All...full. 

To the brim. 

Overflowing. 

All clothes and toys removed Wei Ying could see the bottom of the bag was wet, a veritable pool of slick wet cum collected. 

This was too much. 

Was it normal to cum this much? Wei Ying didn't cum this much. He came a lot but not this much. He could usually wipe up all his mess with a towel or his shirt and get away with washing everything and himself pretty easily. This was. This was. 

And the way it was still wet, slick and dripping like it was fresh even though it’d been hours since Lan Zhan had handed Wei Ying the bag. Alphas in rut produced different cum than out of rut—at least from Wei Ying's experience—so he supposed it wasn’t extremely unusual. But.

But really...

Wei Ying put the bag down and took the toys to the sink to wash them. 

How did you wash this much cum out of a fleshlight? 

Wei Ying's hands were coated in it now, the scent making his head swim. He was in pre-rut so a little haziness was not noteworthy but really the alphaness of the scent did something weird in his brain. There was an overwhelming curiosity taking root,  it was clear his instincts were leading his actions now. Wei Ying was an alpha too, it was natural, sometimes, to want to investigate other alphas—for territory issues and such, are they a threat etc. Wei Ying wanted to see. Smell. Touch. 

He stood over the sink with one of the fleshlights in one hand. It was light blue, not meant to emulate real life, made only for pleasure and aesthetic. It dripped cum into the sink even as he held it. 

Wei Ying stared in interest. He tipped it upside down and watched the slow gluppy mess dribble out and drip drip drip . It’d be slow doing it like this. He’d need to wash it properly...but he didn't turn on the tap. Not yet. He just. It was so much cum. 

Wei Ying played with the fingers on this free hand, tapping them together and watching the strings of cum stretch out. The wet sound of it. Without really thinking he pushed two fingers into the toy. It was nice; tight, smooth and cool, a good toy. 

Cum squelched madly, forced out around the intrusion his fingers made, pouring into the sink, he scraped it out, watched it fall over the other toys. Made them messier. His fingers were slick, thick white. He stared at them. It was impressive, really. To make this much cum. Right? 

The sudden unbidden image of Lan Zhan fucking this toy, cumming until it burst out around his cock the way it had around Wei Ying's fingers, came into his mind and Wei Ying's hips jumped, his hard cock brushing the sink. 

When did he get hard? 

Fuck. 

He felt hot and dizzy. The smell of Lan Zhan was overwhelming. 

“Ah fuck”, Wei Ying murmured. “Am I going into rut right now?” 

He stared, not moving, at his fingers. It smelled so good, Lan Zhan was amazing. Cumming so much and smelling so good everything about him was perfect. 

He probably tasted good too. 

There was no actual moment where Wei Ying decided to put the fingers in his mouth. He wasn't in control of his body. 

But open his mouth and stick out his tongue, he did. His fingertips touched his tongue. 

A low long growl built up in the back of Wei Ying’s throat, half buried in an equally deep moan. 

Fuck. 

He tasted amazing. 

Wei Ying sucked his fingers into his mouth whole, getting every drop of cum that coated his skin inside. He sucked it off with relish, moan-growl building louder. 

He was shaking a little, he realised, when he pulled his fingers out. This was rut, right? He was rutting right now. It must have been coming on all night and he hadn’t noticed somehow. That had to be the only explanation for the new unbelievable overwhelming urge to fuck his cock into this fleshlight right now. Fuck it inside with all of Lan Zhan’s cum still there to wet the way. 

Wei Ying’s hips jerked again and then again, rubbing against the sink desperately. 

He wanted to fuck this toy so fucking badly he was almost feral with it. 

A hand reached for his waistband to pull down his shorts. 

“Wei Ying?” a distant voice called. 

Wei Ying jumped so wildly he lost his balance and fell backwards against the washing machine. Quickly, he threw the toy in the sink, sense slamming its way back into his skull. He washed his hands frantically and then hurried down the hall to Lan Zhan’s room, the shock thankfully softening his erection a bit. 

He knocked on Lan Zhan’s door. 

“Did you call?”

“Sorry,” Lan Zhan’s voice came, sounding a little hoarse. “I thought you’d still be up. I texted you.”

“Oh!” Wei Ying exclaimed. “No, sorry! I forgot to take my phone into the bathroom with me. Are you OK?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind grabbing me a few more bottles of water.” 

“Of course! Hold on!”

Wei Ying all but ran to the kitchen, flinging open the pantry door and grabbing some bottles from the bulk pack. Filling up his arms he hurried back and lined them up on the floor in front of Lan Zhan’s room. He knocked on the door again. 

“All here!”

“Thank you. Sorry for making you get them I—”

“You don’t need to explain!” Wei Ying assured him. “Stay in there as long as you need. And I promise I'll take my phone with me everywhere I go now just in case! I’ll be up for a few more hours, probably, so don’t hesitate to text me!”

“Thank you, Wei Ying.”

A small thrill went up Wei Ying’s spine at his name in Lan Zhan’s voice. That hoarse quality to it made his brain rudely throw out the phrase sex voice. Fuck. Wei Ying roughly shook his head and tromped himself back to the bathroom. Feeling nothing but shame, he set to work thoroughly and briskly washing out Lan Zhan’s toys. 

He paid as little attention as he could to the amount of cum or its viscosity.

By morning Wei Ying was 100% sure he was definitely in rut now. 

He texted Lan Zhan to let him know around 9AM. 

😂😂😂😂😂 we really are twins i can’t believe this. 

He called in his leave to work and let the rut take him through his usual pattern of prowling, scenting and fucking his fleshlight. 

Any attempts to not think about Lan Zhan’s pretty blue fleshlight full of cum were absolutely futile because that was absolutely the only thing on Wei Ying’s mind as his fucked his own toy. He came fast and hard and often, picturing vividly the mess Lan Zhan had made. 

Wei Ying didn't cum anywhere near enough to match. 

4 months later their ruts came again. It was obvious they’d synced up—worthy of many cute comments from Wei Ying. 

Lan Zhan went first again, and Wei Ying, despite being not far behind, eagerly insisted he was going to help Lan Zhan again. He’d fucked up a little last time—not mentioning the toy debacle not mentioning the toy debacle—and had gone into rut midway through Lan Zhan’s and effectively ended any chance he’d had to helping him to the end. 

He was going to help Lan Zhan the whole time this time. No matter what!

He and Lan Zhan spent a whole day together in the kitchen cooking meals—Wei Ying had been convinced earlier that month to buy a minibar for his own room so he could eat proper meals—which was a lot of fun, teasing and knocking elbows. 

When Lan Zhan disappeared into his room, Wei Ying bustled around collecting things like the kitchen’s electric kettle and Lan Zhan’s favourite tea and extra bottles of water and some instant noodles in case he wanted something hot instead of all his minibar-stored meals, and left them all outside Lan Zhan’s door so he could keep him well stocked once Wei Ying entered rut too. 

It was the following evening when Wei Ying decided he was well and truly in rut, but he had a plan! He wasn't going to let his stupid little urges stop him from helping out Lan Zhan. He was OK, really, some fever, a bit of prowling, a few rounds with his fleshlight taking his knot nicely. But he forced any alpha instincts away as he let himself out of his room to make a pot of tea or cut some fresh fruit for Lan Zhan, can of air freshener on hand to ensure he didn't stink up the apartment with his pheromones.

If Lan Zhan opening the door to accept his gifts made Wei Ying's head spin with the rush of scent hitting him then that was no one's business. Especially not Lan Zhan's since Wei Ying conveniently forgot to tell him he was in rut.

"No, really, it's not trouble, I'm only in prerut anyway!"

Or blatantly lied about.

Lan Zhan might have been able to tell, though, based on the way he stopped opening his door when Wei Ying knocked. Maybe he had a sensitive nose.

But then he didn't actually question it when Wei Ying insisted on bringing him treats or...

Or...

“I don’t mind Lan Zhan, I did it last time remember!” Wei Ying assured Lan Zhan through the door. 

Laundry. 

It was day four and Lan Zhan was on his way out of rut already when Wei Ying offered to collect all his clothes and...other things. It wasn’t a big deal. 

Wei Ying was here to help!

Lan Zhan, ears burning red, opened the door and passed Wei Ying the garbage bag, closing it quickly again. 

Wei Ying grabbed the bag, trying not to look eager, and hurried off to the bathroom. 

It was only curiosity, he told himself. It was nothing more than a little friendly nosiness. Wei Ying was known for his nosiness and Lan Zhan was well used to it. So what if Wei Ying wanted to see how much he had cum this time? Friends talked about this kind of stuff! Probably!

Wei Ying emptied the clothes into the wash and started the cycle before turning back to the bag. 

There were 4 fleshlights. 

Lan Zhan owned 4 fleshlights. He might have owned more. Wei Ying owned 1. Should he be getting more? Were they all different? 

He inspected each one.

One thing he noticed was none were made to look like an omega pussy. They were all assholes. One of them was pump activated, able to create a sucking simulation. Another was motorised and moved up and down. There was one modified to take a knot, like Wei Ying’s. Then the last, the light blue one that Wei Ying had played with last time, was just a simple normal fleshlight that did nothing but look pretty. 

It did look pretty. 

They all looked pretty filled with Lan Zhan's cum. 

Wei Ying stuck his fingers inside and scooped out the cum playing with it, rubbing it around with his fingers. His cock was hard again. Rut-hormones fucking up his judgement—the logical explanation for why he was doing this again. Rutting right there in the bathroom. He should have gone back to his room, he shouldn’t have been doing this in a communal space, but he couldn’t focus on anything but the cum. The smell. The taste, as he sucked his own fingers, moaning. 

Without thinking he held the blue fleshlight up and stuck his tongue inside, eating it out. Fuck. Like this it was thick, so delicious, coating his tongue. He swallowed. Fuck. 

He fumbled with his fly, struggling to get out his dick. Then he grabbed himself and started jerking while he ate out the toy. Lan Zhan’s cum was too good, what the fuck. It tasted so good. 

Wei Ying didn't know what it felt like to use a motorised fleshlight. His one took a knot, but that's all. It didn't move. 

Panting and crazed, Wei Ying picked it up and turned it on, watching the flesh jiggle as a mechanism inside moved up and down, stroking nothing, cum bubbling up with the motion. 

Wei Ying didn't think twice and brought it down between his legs and shoved his cock inside. 

“Fuck!” Wei Ying gasped, voice echoing. The noise was ridiculous, wet wet wet, squelching cum as Wei Ying pushed into Lan Zhan's mess. 

He fell to his knees, bucking, fucking the toy. Fuck, fuck it felt so good it was insane. The way it fucked itself up and down his hard cock. The wetness was driving him mental. Is this what it'd be like inside an omega in heat? He groaned loudly, unabashed. 

Brain still hazy and empty, he reached back to the sink, grabbed another toy and brought it to his mouth, eating it out as he fucked hismelf. 

“Fuck, ah,” he moaned. “So good. Ah. Ah. Aaahhh...” 

His moans echoed around the room but he had no mind to hold them in, solely focused on the wet pressure on his cock. God, imagine how this would be warm...real omega heat... Wei Ying bit down on his lip, aware that even though it’d been seconds, minutes, he was already chasing his orgasm. He wanted to stave it off, draw this out.

He couldn’t slow down, though, hips thrusting up, knees aching on the tiled floor, moans reverberating in his ears, sweat pricking, dripping down his face, neck, fever flushing his face, chest. 

It wasn’t just sweat dripping off his chin. There was saliva, pouring out of his open mouth. And cum. Even sucking and licking Wei Ying couldn't get everything in his mouth as he tipped up the toy in his hand. Lan Zhan’s cum was thick and wet and it dripped past his lips, tongue, falling off his chin and splattering on his shirt, on his hand, cock, as he fucked the toy below. 

Why was Lan Zhan’s cum so incredible? Wei Ying couldn’t do this, couldn’t cum so hard it dripped down someone’s chin. Not that he’d tried. Should he be trying this? Was it weird to eat his own cum? Was he discovering a new depraved part of his own psyche or was it something about Lan Zhan’s cum in particular that drove him feral?

No. Not Lan Zhan, surely. It was just...the...difference of it. Right? Curiosity? Alpha to alpha investigation? Any other alpha would probably interest Wei Ying just as much. Except he didn’t have any other alphas. It was just him and Lan Zhan. And Lan Zhan’s cum was right here and...so...so...

Wei Ying grabbed for the sucking toy. It had a pump attached so you could tighten it to your tastes. Wei Ying took the motorised toy off his cock, dropping it to the side with trembling hands and pushed his swollen tender cockhead inside the new toy. Cum squelched out deliciously around his length, and Wei Ying enjoyed fucking it a few times to watch the ropes of cum run down his cock, matting in the hair around the base, dripping down between his thighs and onto the floor. Then he tested the pump. He squeezed it once, twice, three times before he felt it tighten around him. He grunted, fucking it up and down with one hand while he squeezed it again, again, again. He was making loud gasping moans now, it was so tight it almost hurt, but it was good good good so good. 

Wei Ying cranked his dick with the toy, pumping it until he was trapped inside, couldn't pull it off his cock anymore for how much it had suctioned to his skin. His knot was forming at the base, not actually inside, but the mimicry of knotting himself inside an omega had his alpha instincts flaring and suddenly he wanted it, needed it. 

The toy wasn't built to take a knot, but Wei Ying’s knot wasn't that big, he could...he could... he was fucking in so hard trying desperately to force himself into the toy. It wouldn't go, but there was so much cum everywhere, over him, splattered on the floor. 

Mindlessly Wei Ying ran his fingers through the mess on the floor and scooped up some cold cum and pushed his fingers into his mouth so deep he choked, and then he was sucking on his fingers like his life depended on it and he was—was—was—

With a hoarse shout Wei Ying came, riding out his most insane orgasm ever, cock lodge deep inside Lan Zhan’s toy, filling it with his own cum. Wei Ying bucked, tugging with his fist, toy wet enough it slid tightly, pulling on his sensitive cock and drawing another cry out of his throat. Why didn’t his own cum burst out around his cock the way Lan Zhan’s did when he fucked the toy? Was it because it was too tight?? 

We fumbled desperately with the pump, loosening the screw until air flowed in, the suction releasing around his cock. Wei Ying fucked the toy up and down. It was wet, hot, yes. But the cum didn’t really drip out that much. 

Wei Ying whined in the back of his throat, unhappy, as he fucked the toy, trying to make his cum stretch further, fill more.

Next to him on the floor, where he didn't realise he'd dropped it, his phone lit up with a text, the vibration making it dance across the tiles until it bumped his knee. Blurry eyed, Wei Ying looked at it, barely cognizant of what it was. 

A text from Lan Zhan. 

Are you OK? Heard you yell? 

Oh fuck Lan Zhan. His rut! Wei Ying is supposed to be helping, fuck. 

But. 

Wei Ying looked down at his cock buried in Lan Zhan's toy. 

Fuck! 

He ripped it off his cock. It clattered to the ground, joining the others he’d lost control of. 

Wei Ying gasped, grabbed his phone, yanked his pants up over his wet knot and stumbled and staggered down the hall to his room. 

He slammed the door shut. A moment later his phone lit up, buzzing. Lan Zhan was calling him.

“Sorry!” Wei Ying panted into the phone. “Sorry.”

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asked. “Are you alright?”

His voice was rough, like Wei Ying knew his got when he was in the middle of rut. He must have been out of it right now but he was still taking care to ask if Wei Ying was OK. 

Wei Ying felt tears prick at his eyes.

“Um. I’m. No. Sort of. I fucked up. The bathroom’s a mess, you probably shouldn't go in there,” he said. “Sorry fuck. I’m in rut.” He laughed, a wild sporadic thing. 

“Oh, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said sympathetically. 

“I'm stupid!” Wei Ying laughed again. It was his own fault for trying to disguise his situation. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. In the bathroom. Communal space.” He couldn't get the words out to explain. He couldn’t possible say ‘I fucked your fleshlights with your cum still inside while I ate another one clean,’ but he could at least say he’d probably gotten his pheromones all over the room, the apartment probably. Even still his words were a garbled mess. 

“It’s OK,” Lan Zhan said. “Relax. My rut will pass soon. I’ll clean up this time.” 

There was nothing Wei Ying could do. He was feeling it strong suddenly—the need to fuck, to curl up in a ball, to scream. He was shaking. This wasn't normal of his ruts he definitely fucked himself up somehow. Maybe he was actually sick? 

He had no idea what state he left the bathroom in. Lan Zhan would surely find his own toys on the ground but would he know? Would he know what Wei Ying did? Wei Ying just groaned a little.

“OK,” he gasped. “Sorry I—”

“I know,” Lan Zhan said. He sounded strained too. “Go.” 

“Yeah,” Wei Ying agreed and hung up. He dragged his own clothes off and desperately searched for his fleshlight.

But even when when he fucked it and fucked it and fucked it he couldn't quite get the same satisfaction as that one orgasm in the bathroom.  Something was missing. 

He thought about that moving fleshlight—fuck he needed to get his hands on one of those. 

His rut passed eventually, though it was one of the worst he's ever had. He was simply incapable of getting what he needed. He barely came anything at all. 

“Hey Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asked one day a few weeks later. “Can I ask you a weird question?”

“Wei Ying has never asked permission before,” Lan Zhan said in response. Wei Ying laughed. 

“Fair,” he said. “...It’s uh...about your sex toys?”

Lan Zhan’s hands paused briefly over his keyboard where he was typing something for work. 

“Oh?”

Wei Ying had spent the last few weeks thinking a lot about his awful unsatisfactory rut and the toy he’d besmirched in the bathroom. He’d jerked off a few times in the interim but even those orgasms had felt disappointing. He’d decided he needed one of those motorised fleshlights or he’d die. 

“Could you, um...link me where you bought them? That one that moves in particular.”

Lan Zhan didn't look up from his computer, nor did his hands move, and Wei Ying could see his ears had gone pink in that cute way they did when he was shy. 

“Mn.” 

Wei Ying nodded decisively, as if they’d finalised something important. Then he promptly left the room because he thought he might just die of embarrassment before he died of bad orgasm. He had a pretty thick face normally but he’d felt shaken and off ever since that rut and saying those words outloud had been torture. 

Lan Zhan had not brought up what state the bathroom was in when he cleaned up after Wei Ying had gone into rut. He must have known, though. 

And now Wei Ying had asked about the toys. He didn’t even remember if he had shut off the moving one before he’d left it on the ground. Lan Zhan must know that he used it. Used it uncleaned. Fuck. 

But Lan Zhan wasn’t the world’s best housemate for nothing, and when Wei Ying returned to his computer later he found an email from Lan Zhan waiting for him with no subject and no content other than 6 links to where he bought his toys. Six. 

Wei Ying wanted to die. 

He added every toy to his cart. 

Their next rut came around about 3 months later, and this time Wei Ying’s began first. He made all the usual plans with Lan Zhan, cooked food, loaded up the new minibar Lan Zhan had convinced him to buy so he didn’t have to eat instant noodles if Lan Zhan’s rut came on during and he couldn't cook fresh for him anymore.

Then he locked himself in his room with 6 new fleshlights. 

They were good. 

Really good. 

Yet he still didn’t cum quite like he had in the bathroom. 

Maybe it was the wetness? He tried filling a toy to the brim with lube and fucking his cock in, but it wasn't the same.  He writhed and yowled a lot this rut, desperate for something that he had no way of knowing how to achieve. 

His rut passed when Lan Zhan's started, and Wei Ying cleaned up for him again. 

Lan Zhan seemed resigned to Wei Ying's insistence on this. It took Wei Ying knocking on the door and offering three times in one day before he let him take his things. Wei Ying tried not to be so obviously desperate, but it was good, he guessed, that Lan Zhan didn’t ask questions. Simply handed over a bag with a few changes of damp clothing and...

There were four again this time. The motorised one, two knotting ones and the pretty blue one. 

Wei Ying put them in the sink—cleaned out one, two, the third...

He left the motorised one for last. Breathing heavily and fully aware of how fucked up his own actions were, he left the three to dry and took the last one back to his room. He wasn't rutting anymore, but he could still jerk off. 

He was hard when he took out his cock, and he pushed it inside the toy, groaning at the squelch. 

It was... fuck...fuck... it was still warm inside. 

The cum was fresh. Wei Ying whimpered, and bit down on his fist to hold the sounds back. Lan Zhan could never know about this. It was too...too...

He turned on the toy and a little cry escaped as it started to fuck him, the cum dripping out around his hard cock, spilling and splattering his pants and shirt. 

It’s not the same, he thought, when I'm not in rut. 

But it was good, it was still good. He fucked up into it, enjoying the sounds, and hot feeling, the wetness. So much cum fuck, how did Lan Zhan cum this much? Was this a rut thing or did he cum like this every time? How many times did he have to cum to create this much? 

Wei Ying pulled the toy off his cock and watched the way the cum globbed and dripped out with every pulse of the toy. He lifted it to his mouth and let it drip onto his tongue, moaning gutturally at the taste. 

Fuck.  

This was what he was missing. 

This smell, this taste. It was so good. Fuck fuck. He stuck his fingers inside and scooped as much out as he could before he shoved his cock back inside, let the toy fuck him while he licked his own hand clean, sucking his fingers tight, pushing them deep to the back of his throat until he gagged and all his senses were full of Lan Zhan’s scent. 

He was barely aware of his knot forming, focused too much on the taste, the wetness on his cock, the scent. 

He came hard, so good, so good. Fuck fuck. 

Outside of rut Wei Ying had never managed to stay hard after he orgasmed, needing a good rest before he could go again. But for whatever reason when Wei Ying pulled the toy off his cock he was still hard, still swollen and dripping and desperate for more. 

He fucked it again, letting it strip his cock for him while he sucked his fingers, trying to imagine they still tasted like Lan Zhan and when he worked himself enough to cum again he startled himself with a garbled moan of “Lan Zhan,” around his fingers. 

What was that?

Wei Ying was shaky and weak after his second orgasm, but he still felt weirdly itchy and incomplete. So that was shameful and for nothing!

Plus all the scenting stuff messed with his head and he moaned Lan Zhan’s name! 

Coming down from his high, Wei Ying cleaned himself up with tissues and took the toy to the bathroom to clean out properly, feeling guilty. It felt so fucking good but could he justify the means? It was an invasion of Lan Zhan’s privacy to use his cum, his scent, his name. He was trusting Wei Ying when he gave the toys to him to clean.

Yet already still, Wei Ying was wondering how on earth he could get more of his cum. Their next rut wouldn’t be for months, and it wasn’t like Wei Ying could ask Lan Zhan to let him know any time he masturbated between now and then. 

Hey Lan Zhan, I enjoy cleaning your sex toys so much during rut why don’t you let me do it all the time!

What the literal fuck would anyone make of that?

Insanity.

Wei Ying needed answers. He had to ask.

It was only about a week later when Wei Ying got up the courage to bring it up. They were watching a movie after dinner one night and Lan Zhan paused the film to grab a fresh cup of tea when Wei Ying blurted out. 

“Hey Lan Zhan, how often do you jerk off?”

Lan Zhan almost dropped his teacup. Valid. 

“Wei Ying?”

“No, I mean. Like. you know. I just wanna know if we’re the same, haha!” 

“I...sometimes...?”

“Mn...yeah...mn...” Wei Ying nodded since that was about the most logical answer to his illogical question. “And like,” he went on, “do you cum the same amount during rut as outside?” 

Lan Zhan’s ears were red.

“Not quite. I think...more during. But still a decent amount.” 

Wei Ying nodded wildly, mouth dry. He didn’t press for more information, and let them return to their movie, not that he paid attention to it. 

Was it insane how much he wanted to eat his roommates cum? Was that a seirously fucked up thing? Was he a pervert? Insane? Should he have been seeing a doctor about this??? 

Wei Ying thought about Lan Zhan every time he jerked off.

He wasn’t sure what to make of that.

Was it stress that was making it harder for Wei Ying to cum lately?

The next rut was...unbearable. It was a week of torture. Wei Ying’s came on first again and he was left alone in his room that was somehow too big and claustrophobically small at the same time, with stupid expensive sex toys that didn’t work and a pit in his stomach he couldn’t fill. He scratched holes into his bed sheets, screamed into his pillows, sobbed endlessly, face wet with tears, and couldn’t cum once the entire week. And all the while he longed, yearned, ached for a taste, a scent, that was just down the hall and yet may as well have been on another planet for all Wei Ying could get it. 

Wei Ying kept asking Lan Zhan to bring him things, illogical requests for more food, more water, a specific book, his hairbrush, more lip balm, a glass, a pen, anything that would make Lan Zhan come to his door so Wei Ying could open it and breathe in sandalwood. 

Lan Zhan didn’t ask why Wei Ying needed a book or a pen when he spent most of a rut in a mindless state of instinct, nor did he ask why Wei Ying badly needed for him to hand them to him directly instead of leaving them by his door. 

Wei Ying was losing his mind. Losing control. 

Things did admittedly get a little easier in the months between ruts. It wasn’t so hard to forget about his inability to orgasm when he wasn’t mindless with arousal, but still the desire lingered at the back of his mind always. 

Lan Zhan’s scent seemed to be everywhere he went now, mocking him with what he couldn’t have. If he lingered in Lan Zhan’s room more often now, rubbed his face into his pillows while they hung out chatting, curled into his side on the sofa when they watched movies together, nose in his neck, who needed to know?

But Wei Ying was scared of ruts now...what would happen to him? 

Nearing their next rut Wei Ying was Baiduing as much as he could about shared ruts. Benefits to relationships, physical health, mental health, so on. 

Why alphas should rut together. 

Why it’s better to rut with another alpha than it is with an omega.

10 reasons why you should rut with your friends. 

Familial bonding—ruts, heats and more.

How to form a pack.

Armed with his arsenal of information, Wei Ying knocked on Lan Zhan’s doorframe. The door was open, and Wei Ying could see Lan Zhan sitting at his desk working. Wei Ying breathed deep and savoured the light sandalwood scent that permeated his room, so much stronger during rut. 

“Lan Zhan?”

“Mn?” Lan Zhan replied, looking up. 

When Wei Ying hovered in the doorway, Lan Zhan put down his work and spun around in his chair. 

“Wei Ying?” he prompted. 

“OK,” Wei Ying said. “So.” 

He stepped into Lan Zhan’s room and handed him his tablet, a file of collated articles open for his perusal. 

“I have been reading. Stuff. I mean, I heard about this thing and it made me interested so I searched it up and found some stuff out. And I saved it because it was interesting, and wanted to share it with you. In case. You know. You were also interested in it. Doing it. Maybe. Yeah.”

Well Wei Ying did rehearse what he was planning to say, and it was not that, but he thought he got the message across no matter how idiotically. 

“Shared ruts?” Lan Zhan asked, glancing through the articles. 

“Yeah. Yes. I. Yeah,” Wei Ying attempted. He sucked in a breath and started to recite some of the information he’d memorised. “Obviously, in most cases, the best partner for an unmated alpha to share a rut with is an omega, better if they’re also in heat, but when you don’t know any omegas, or at least none interested, or your sexual preferences mean you aren’t interested in seeking a sexual relationship with an omega, studies show that rutting with another alpha can be extremely beneficial. It can shorten the length somewhat, and is considered a great bonding experience for friends and families and it also raises endorphin levels and some studies have even shown alphas to have better digestion and boosted immune systems and even steadier blood pressure after sharing a rut.” 

Wei Ying rambled on a bit more, spewing out every statistic he could recall, steadily getting faster and louder and possibly a bit more hysterical as he went, desperate to fill in every second of silence so there was no way to prove Lan Zhan’s continued silence was due to his horror or disgust. 

Even so, Wei Ying began to panic. 

What was he thinking, Lan Zhan didn't want to share his rut with him! He never let Wei Ying come into his room during, barely cracked the door when he was forced to talk to him. Lan Zhan was so private during rut. 

“Haha!” Wei Ying suddenly burst out, when a full second of silence stretched after he’d run out of things to say. “Never mind! I never should have suggested this, I was actually just joking, I made all of this information up, haha, April fools!” 

“Did you want to try it, if our ruts line up again?” Lan Zhan asked, ignoring the last outburst. 

Wei Ying just nodded, unable to make words work. 

Yes he did. He did want to try. He wanted to try so badly because he didn't know what to do anymore, if he couldn’t get Lan Zhan’s cum. His ruts didn’t work, his body didn’t work, he couldn’t cum without the taste in his mouth. If he rutted before Lan Zhan again, before Lan Zhan came enough to sate him, quench his thirst, he would straight up die. He needed Lan Zhan’s rut so fucking badly. 

“Alright. We can try.”

Wei Ying thought he might pass out from relief. He managed to nod and muster up a pathetic attempt at his usual energy to say “Yay! I’m excited er-gege!”

Their pre-ruts lined up like fate wanted this for Wei Ying. 

They still completed their usual pre-rut rituals, cooking food together and so on. This time, however, they put the food in the kitchen fridge. 

They weren’t going to lock themselves away in their bedrooms this time. The whole house was free reign. 

When their ruts started they stayed in the communal spaces—the living room, the kitchen. Even when Wei Ying started to get feverish, sweaty, flushed, out of breath, he didn’t retreat. He could smell his own pheromones pouring out of him, making it obvious how much of a fucking desperate mess he was. 

He was scared of showing this part of himself to Lan Zhan—to anyone. He wasn't sexy when he rutted, he was manic and messy and crazed. But right now he was also desperate and willing to do fucking anything for this. 

It was a risk, the articles had said, that alphas wouldn’t match well and shared ruts could lead to aggression and fighting, but Wei Ying was willing to risk that chance. He chose not to tell Lan Zhan that was an option, knowing even if Lan Zhan went completely feral and attacked Wei Ying he’d at least get to scent and taste him up close. He’d drink in anything Lan Zhan gave him with relish, no matter how violent. 

He could smell Lan Zhan too, thick and delicious. His scent wafted around the room, stirred repeatedly by the way Lan Zhan prowled. Around and around the apartment, eyes flicking to Wei Ying and away. 

Wei Ying was standing by the dining table, leaning back against it to rest his shaky legs, watching Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan was flushed and his forehead showed a soft glistening sweat, but he wasn’t panting like Wei Ying, not whiny and jittery like Wei Ying. 

The prowling was the only sign that he was feeling it. That and the scent. 

Wei Ying used to prowl sometimes, around his room from wall to wall like a caged animal. 

He hadn't done that in a while, feeling better curled up on his bed. 

His cock was straining in his shorts, fabric tented obscenely. 

He wasn’t sure when exactly he got hard but it’d been long enough ago that it was obvious Lan Zhan wasn’t going to comment on it. Wasn’t made uncomfortable by his clear arousal. Wasn’t about to call off this shared rut. 

Wei Ying couldn’t concentrate on anything but Lan Zhan’s rhythmic movements. Their scents mingled in the room, overpowering, clouding his mind. His mouth watered. 

There was a tiny, tiny instinct somewhere lost in the haze at the back of his mind that wanted to scent mark, to claim ownership of the room. This is my place, where I rut.  

But it was so hidden under this strange foggy desire. To take, to imbibe, have inside. Nothing like he used to feel at all. 

He wondered if his scent bothered Lan Zhan, whether the alpha aggression was taking over him. But he didn't seem aggressive. He just watched Wei Ying on every pass as he prowled around and around and around. 

He was circling Wei Ying like prey.

The realisation hit him suddenly, and his cock spurted pre in his pants in response, fabric wetting at once. Fuck. He wanted to be circled. He wanted to be prey. He wanted to be claimed. 

Fuck. 

When had he become like this?

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, and it came out like a moan. Lan Zhan growled lowly in response, pausing halfway across the living room. “I...want...” 

He didn’t know what he wanted. 

“You can,” Lan Zhan said. 

His voice was gravelly. Wei Ying didn’t know what he wanted, Lan Zhan didn’t direct him to do anything in particular, but somehow with the permission Wei Ying knew to reach into his pants and pull out his cock. Waist band shoved down around his thighs, cock bared. 

He pumped it, watching Lan Zhan. 

“Haaa...haaa...haaa,” he was panting so hard, tongue lolling out. Drool dripped off. He was desperate for something. Wanted it in his mouth.  “You can too,” he said, slurring. 

He pumped his cock faster, squeezed tighter. It used to feel good when he did this, like he was imaginging an omega’s hole squeezing him as he fucked. But it didn't quite hit the same anymore. He didn't want his cock squeezed. He wasn't sure what he wanted. 

Lan Zhan moved again, but not to continue prowling. Instead he walked closer to Wei Ying, around the sofa separating them. He leant against the back of the sofa, opposite Wei Ying, watching him. 

He made sure Wei Ying was staring right back before he reached down to take out his cock. 

Fuck he was big. 

Did he even fit in the toys he used? 

What could that fit inside?

Wei Ying swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth. Where could his cock fit? Too big. So big fuck. 

Wei Ying watched Lan Zhan pump his cock. As he watched, the precum leaked out the tip in thick globs. Wei Ying licked his lips. 

They stood there like that, facing each other, jerking off without thinking, just feeling, enjoying. 

Wei Ying had no idea what Lan Zhan was thinking about right now, his mind had no room for the imaginings, he was all fog. 

“Lan Zhan,” he panted. “Ah ah, Lan Zhan.” 

He didn't know what he wanted, he didn't know what he wanted, why didn’t he ever know what he wanted? Why was he always so cloudy and useless and stupid and weak and horny and thirsty and desperate and eager and fuck he wanted Lan Zhan’s cock in his mouth so badly.

That’s what he wanted. He needed it. Needed it like air. Imagine...that cum he loved so much straight from the source. No plastic, cold unfeeling fleshlight. 

It’s not the same shape, he thought, not at all. 

The fleshlight, the times he’d eaten it out, was like a pussy, it was a hole. He would stick his tongue inside and suck out the slick. But Lan Zhan’s cock...that was...long...thick. It’d fuck into his mouth like it had fucked the fleshlight. Wei Ying wouldn’t be the one giving, not the one pushing in—he’d be taking it, opening up to let Lan Zhan in. 

He wouldn't be the alpha.

He’d be the omega. 

With a shocked gasp Wei Ying came hard, his dick splurting a small pathetic spray of cum splattering onto the tiles.

“Sorry,” he gasped. He hadn’t meant to...

And more than that, his first orgasm in months.

Lan Zhan growled, low rumbly deep in his chest. Wei Ying felt it in his chest too, somehow, shaking him, rolling through him, down his spine, quaking. Lan Zhan prowled forwards again, his cock out, hard, bobbing with every step. 

Wei Ying couldn't look away. He was trapped in his alpha’s gaze. Pinned in place. 

“Down,” Lan Zhan said. 

Wei Ying’s knees buckled instantly, and he sat down hard, shorts straining around his thighs, ass bare on the tiles, staring up at Lan Zhan with huge wide eyes as he prowled closer. His eyes were on that cock. 

Fuck, he thought. I’m at the perfect height. I could just...

Wei Ying’s mouth opened. He was going to. Going to. Going to...

Lan Zhan crouched down before Wei Ying so they were almost the same height. Wei Ying blinked, couldn't quite focus on Lan Zhan. 

“What?” he slurred. 

Lan Zhan raised a gentle hand to Wei Ying's head, brushing back his hair. 

“You made a mess,” Lan Zhan said in that gravelly growl that sent shivers down his spine. 

“S-sorry,” Wei Ying said, even as his mouth filled with saliva, dribbled down his chin. 

“Clean it up.”

Lan Zhan’s fist clenched tightly in Wei Ying’s hair and he cried out. Using the grip on his hair, Lan Zhan dragged Wei Ying’s head down and Wei Ying had no choice but to go. 

He was directed to the splatter of his cum on the tiles. 

“Clean,” Lan Zhan said again. 

Tears pricked at Wei Ying's eyes. 

He opened his mouth and licked. It was cold, hard, weird. But he could taste himself and that was wrong too. Did he always taste like this? He’d tried before, curiosity, but this wasn't. It wasn’t...

It was too sweet. Watery. Like slick. 

Wei Ying panted and moaned into the tiles, hyper aware of that tight grip, every pull on his scalp. He licked up his own mess, kept licking after he was sure all of it was gone, crazed and blurry eyed, 

Lan Zhan relaxed his fist and took to petting Wei Ying’s hair. 

“Good boy,” he said and Wei Ying mewled. 

Lan Zhan fingers carded through his hair, back over his scalp and down to the back of his neck where his big warm hand cupped him, pulling him in. Wei Ying went, loose and languid, not even caring if he was being led to the tiles again. 

Lan Zhan kissed him. Wei Ying made a soft noise against his mouth, startled for just a moment before he kissed back with fervour. He was drooling messily and their kisses were loud and wet and Lan Zhan's tongue tasted good, so good. Wei Ying licked in, sucked, swallowed around him like he wanted to drink Lan Zhan whole. 

Lan Zhan’s lips moved against his, his own tongue was sucked into Lan Zhan’s mouth, his hands moving to hold his face, jaw cupped in those huge hands. Wei Ying was weak to all of it, collapsed on he ground where he was, knees apart, soft dick slowly hardening where it hung forgotten between his legs, shorts shoved down stupidly. 

Lan Zhan reached a hand down to his own dick, slowly stroking himself as he kissed Wei Ying, licked out all of the saliva that continuously pooled in his mouth, drank him down just as eagerly as Wei Ying had him. 

Wei Ying wanted so much, still. Nothing he could name, just this ever-present desperate desire. He grappled at Lan Zhan, trying somehow to pull him closer, reached out a hand, trying to take hold of Lan Zhan’s cock so he could jerk him off too. 

When Lan Zhan’s dick twitched in his hand and precum drooled from the tip, Wei Ying scooped it up with his finger and shoved them into his own mouth, breaking the kiss roughly. Lan Zhan growled as he watched Wei Ying make a feast of those few drops, eyes dark, pupils blown. 

He grabbed Wei Ying roughly by the back of the neck and dragged him forward to kiss him again. Before the kiss was deep but it was almost languid and exploratory. Now it was harsh, fast, desperate. Wei Ying gasped, unable to make more sounds for how tightly Lan Zhan sucked his lips, his tongue, into his mouth.

Below, Lan Zhan's fist pumped fast, dragging over his cock, cranking it almost ferally like he needed to reach completion now or he would die. Wei Ying tried to reach out and help, fingers slipping over his wrist, fingers, the head of his cock, but he couldn't see with all of the Lan Zhan in his mouth. Whatever he'd done must have been enough because Lan Zhan was suddenly cumming with a groan, biting down hard on Wei Ying's bottom lip. His cum spurted out in thick ropes, painting Wei Ying's chest, thighs, his own cock, ruining his clothes. Wei Ying tugged himself away from Lan Zhan's grip so he could see. Fuck, fuck, so much cum.

Panting, he moved a shaking hand so he could touch. He ran his fingers through the wet cum on his shirt, gathering some so he could lift it to his tongue.

Wei Ying slurped up the cum, groaning wetly. 

Fuck yes. 

It was perfect, the taste everything he’d been craving.

Lan Zhan made a small disbelieving noise, and then he joined in, scooping up some more of his cum off Wei Ying's thighs. Wei Ying opened happily, and long fingers pushed into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

“Ahh, Lan Zhan so good,” Wei Ying panted, slurred around his fingers. “Why so good? I don’t...I don't get it.”

“Mn...you like it?” Lan Zhan asked as he scraped more cum off Wei Ying's lap and slid it into his wet mouth. 

“Mmmmgfh,” Wei Ying moaned around his fingers, attempting to nod. “Don’t get it,” he went on, still stopping Lan Zhan when he pulled his fingers free and taking time to lick them, making sure he got every drop. “Why do I want it—” Gasp, moan. “Crave the taste.” 

“Fuck,” Lan Zhan hissed. 

He yanked Wei Ying to him again, tongue pushing deep into his mouth. Wei Ying let out a constant string of moans as he sucked at Lan Zhan’s mouth. 

"You want it?" he asked into Wei Ying's mouth. "Want to taste it?"

Wei Ying's replying groan was deep, growling and guttural.

Lan Zhan pulled back roughly, leaving Wei Ying momentarily too stunned to move. Lan Zhan sat back on his haunches and stroked his cock, pants shoved just as haphazardly down his thighs as Wei Ying’s. He was hard again—or maybe hard still —and he reached out his free hand to gesture Wei Ying forwards. 

Oh, yes.

Wei Ying went, falling forwards, letting Lan Zhan’s hand find his hair to guide him down. 

Wei Ying had never sucked a cock before—why would he as an alpha? It’d never even entered his mind to try. Add on to that how big Lan Zhan was...

Wei Ying’s mouth watered, like it wanted to prepare the way for Lan Zhan’s cock. 

He licked at the tip, tasting, groaning in relish. Then he took the tip between his lips. He had no idea what the correct way to do this was. He’d watched porn before, watched omegas fucking their own throats on an alpha’s cock, but there was no step by step guide in those videos, no start with the tongue, suck just like this . Wei Ying had to figure it out on his own. 

There was no finesse in the way he sucked at Lan Zhan’s cock. He just licked, big long stripes to taste him, sucked the head or down the side. Wanted to find every flavour of Lan Zhan’s skin. The taste of his pheromones, strong even through his skin, strongest at the tip. Wei Ying kept coming back to the tip to lick at the beads of precum rolling out just for him.

He had absolutely no idea what an awful tease he was being. 

Lan Zhan fisted his hand in Wei Ying’s hair again, dragging a moan from his throat, and tugged him down, lifting his hips up at the same time, driving his cock into Wei Ying’s mouth. Wei Ying choked immediately. Lan Zhan didn’t even get that deep, it was more shock than anything. But Lan Zhan also didn't let up, didn’t pull back. He wasn’t going to let Wei Ying fuck around anymore. He shoved himself deeper into Wei Ying’s mouth, all the way until he hit the back of his throat and Wei Ying gagged again. 

He pulled back enough to let Wei Ying breathe, gasp out his panting moans, before he pushed back in. Wei Ying opened for it willingly, and this time he tried to suck properly. Lan Zhan guided him into bobbing his head, sucking up and down as deep as he could go. He couldn’t control the wet sounds he made, so much slick saliva and precum, slurping loudly. Mixed in were Wei Ying’s desperate moans, and each time Lan Zhan pulled him off Wei Ying begged for more. 

“So good er-gege...ah, tastes so good...more please...don’t stop...come back...more...Lan Zhan...please...”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan groaned. “So good...good boy, that’s it.”

He led Wei Ying in how to suck him right—“Like this, deeper, you can take it, good boy”—jerked his hips when Wei Ying couldn’t get any more in, shoving himself down his throat. Wei Ying gagging and tears dripping down his cheeks, but hands fisted in the bottom of Lan Zhan’s shirt, pulling himself closer every time. 

Lan Zhan gave Wei Ying a chance to catch his breath, petting his hair and wiping his tears. But Wei Ying didn’t want it, didn’t need it. He craved that taste, that thick heavy weight on his tongue. He swallowed Lan Zhan back down, sucking with a fervour that made Lan Zhan groan and buck his hips. 

Wei Ying liked that, liked it when that cock punched the back of his throat, gagged him, filled him. He sucked, licked, bobbed his head, whimpered and moaned, and Lan Zhan rewarded him with little aborted thrusts that choked him so good, slowly forming knot bruising his lips with every thrust. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan groaned. “Slow down, I’ll—”

“Mrrmph!” Wei Ying made a noise of dissent when Lan Zhan attempted to ease him off his cock. Wei Ying gripped fists into his shirt and tried to pull him closer, sucking, sucking sucking. 

“Wei Ying—” Lan Zhan gasped, his hips bucked.

Just...just a bit more, please, so close... Wei Ying mentally begged as he felt Lan Zhan losing composure above him. His jaw ached, eyes blurred with tears, knees burning against the hard floor. 

But he was rewarded for his efforts when, after a few more minutes of desperate sucking, Wei Ying managed to get Lan Zhan off. It was with a quiet grunt that Lan Zhan came, hips stilling, hair caught in Wei Ying’s hair. 

Oh...god...

Hot thick ropes of cum burst into Wei Ying’s mouth, shooting to the back of his throat, so much there was no way he could contain it. Wei Ying sucked, swallowed, moaned gutterally, choking so nicely as cum filled him up, hot, fresh, perfect, gooey trails dripping down his chin when he couldn’t swallow fast enough. 

He had to pull off to gasp for breath and it splattered up his face and he couldn't help the desperate pleasured moan from escaping him. He licked his lips, rutting his hard cock against the floor until, filled with the most amazing taste and scent, he came, shuddering, untouched.

He humped his hips desperately, pathetically. Perfect, so good, so good. Fresh delicious cum right from the tap.

Lan Zhan was gasping for breath by the time he’d rung himself dry. His knot was small, Wei Ying probably could have sucked it into his mouth, locked it into his jaw. Wei Ying whimpered, licking at the tip for any last traces of his cum. 

“Tastes so good, er-gege,” Wei Ying sobbed. “Need more.”

“Wei Ying loves my cum this much?” Lan Zhan asked, awed voice deeper and rougher than ever. 

“Yes,” Wei Ying gasped. “Can’t stop. Ever since...”

“Since what baobei?” he ran a hand through Wei Ying’s cum-wet hair.

Wei Ying whimpered, but he managed to admit it. 

“I tasted you...out of your fleshlight. Couldn't get it out of my head...so long...”

Lan Zhan’s breath caught, hand stilling. 

“When did you...?”

“Cleaning your toys,” Wei Ying gasped. “Ate it straight out of the fleshlight, wanted it so badly.”

“Wei Ying.”

“Don’t be mad...”

“How could I be mad?” Lan Zhan stroked Wei Ying's hair attentively. “How long have you been doing this?”

“Years,” Wei Ying moaned. It had been over a year since the first time he’d tasted Lan Zhan. Over a year of wanton craving. 

“Fuck, Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying whimpered, licking the tip again. 

“Wei Ying, do you know what you’re doing?” Lan Zhan asked. The obvious answer was no, Wei Ying had absolutely no control over any aspect of his life—hadn't for months. And right now he was so far outside of his own body, he had no autonomy whatsoever. “You wanted me this badly?” Lan Zhan asked, gravelly, deep. “You wanted to be mine?”

More desperate noises from Wei Ying as he tried swallowing down on Lan Zhan again. He was so hot, shaking, wild, feral. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, pulling Wei Ying off his cock and lifting his face gently so he would look Lan Zhan in the eye. It took a few seconds for Wei Ying to find him, eyes blurry, head cloudy. “Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said again, and his voice was so low, so deep, it reached every part of Wei Ying’s body. “You’re not in rut.” 

Wei Ying’s breath shuddered. 

Lan Zhan’s thumb traced the edge of Wei Ying’s swollen bottom lip and his mouth fell open wider, wanting. 

“You’re not in rut, Wei Ying. You’re in heat.” 

Something in Wei Ying’s mind wanted to say no, that’s not true, it’s not possible. But it was drowned out by some shivery crying moan. I’m seen, it called. I’m heard.

“L-L-Lan Z-Zh—” he couldn’t get the words out. 

“It’s possible...under the right circumstances,” Lan Zhan explained, thumb dipping into Wei Ying’s mouth to still his tongue, mindless of the drool and cum that dripped down his wrist on contact. “For one to change their secondary gender. Alphas can become omegas...one process is imbibing the cum of an alpha during rut.”  

Wei Ying tried to shake his head, but the thumb on his tongue held him still, all he could do was pant wetly around him. 

“It doesn’t work immediately,” Lan Zhan went on. “It takes a long time. Faster if you continue eating it outside of rut. But Wei Ying is built for it, isn't he? So easy for him because he’s made to be my omega.”

Some primal cry escaped Wei Ying’s throat at those words. 

“N-no,” he gagged a little on Lan Zhan’s thumb, and Lan Zhan politely removed it so Wei Ying could speak. “I didn’t...I didn’t...I can change back right?”

“Do you want to? Don’t you want this? Don’t you want my cum? Want my cock inside?”

Wei Ying whimpered. 

His hand trailed around over Wei Ying’s hip to his ass. He’d been sitting this whole time with his shorts around his thighs, ass bare, and it was easy for Lan Zhan’s fingers to dip between his cheeks, find his hole. Wei Ying’s whole body jumped with a fizzle of pleasure at the touch. 

Wei Ying was wet. There was a small puddle of slick on the tiles under his ass where he’s been steadily leaking this whole time, totally unaware. 

“Fuck ,” Lan Zhan hissed. “You’re already so...you really are...fuck.”

Wei Ying realised Lan Zhan was right. He wanted this so fucking badly. His fingers touched him, so close to where he needed him—inside. 

“Please Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying gasped. “Please, need you...I need it in me...alpha—alpha please!”

Lan Zhan pushed two fingers inside and Wei Ying collapsed forward into Lan Zhan’s chest, hands clenching in his shirt where they’d been fisted, yowling loudly. The fingers entered so easily, filled Wei Ying up so perfectly, deep, long, thick. Tears immediately sprung to Wei Ying’s eyes and spilled down his cheeks and he cried into Lan Zhan’s neck. 

“Ah, ah, Lan Zhan, yes. Aaaahhhhh, it’s never felt like this!”

Lan Zhan pumped his fingers in, and Wei Ying devolved into a gooey mess against him, whimpering and crying, fingers scrabbling at him for better purchase, gripping at his arms, his shoulders, wrapping around so he could pull him close, hold on tight, bury his face in his neck and scent him. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Lan Zhan asked, stretching his fingers wide, pushing a third one inside without trouble. 

“Mn... once...or ah...maybe...a few times?” Wei Ying gasped into his neck. “I was curious...but...”

“You really were made for this.”

“N-no...”

“Wei Ying did this. Wei Ying wanted this. Didn't even know what it was he wanted.”

“Mmmnnn....”

“Born to be my omega.”

“Yes,” Wei Ying cried. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."

Lan Zhan barely needed to try and stretch Wei Ying. He had an omega’s ass, wet and ready, slicked up and stretchy and waiting for an alpha to knot it. 

“Want my cock inside you?” Lan Zhan asked, pulling out his fingers. Wei Ying whined at the loss, a long desperate note.

“Please!” he cried, hugging Lan Zhan closer. “Please put it in! I need it, alpha! Lan Zhan!” 

Lan Zhan dragged Wei Ying up onto his knees and yanked his shorts down, off his legs, so he could get Wei Ying's thighs on either side of his hips. Manoeuvred him easily—Wei Ying’s body pliant and willing to be manoeuvred, face staying buried in his neck. 

When the cockhead brushed against Wei Ying’s rim his breath caught. Lan Zhan was big. He’d wondered already what his cock could possibly fit inside, barely been able to get half in his mouth. He was spaced out to all fuck but this still nagged at his brain, a tiny fear, a tiny desire. What if it didn't fit? What if Lan Zhan made it fit? Wei Ying was already shaky, but he could barely stay still, barely hold himself up. Lan Zhan’s big hands cupped his ass, keeping him steady, balancing him over his cock. 

He lowered him down until his cockhead breached Wei Ying's hole. Wei Ying’s heart was pounding madly in his chest, stomach clenched tight, every limb locked in place, lungs burning for air Wei Ying couldn’t draw in. 

Slowly. 

Fuck.

So slowly.

Too slowly.

Lan Zhan lowered Wei Ying. 

That huge cock pushed in, opening Wei Ying wide, too wide, wider than he could go, until it burned and pulled and sizzled with pleasure, shivers rolling up and down Wei Ying’s spine, fingers tingling. 

It never ended, fuck he was so big what the fuck what the fuck. 

It just kept going. 

His cock bullied its way inside torturously slowly.

There was a sound that it took Wei Ying a good few minutes to realise was coming from himself. He was yowling, omega in heat, desperate for his alpha's knot, a long constant sound of pleasure. 

Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Yes.  

“Oohh...oohhh, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying gasped out. Lan Zhan was gritting his teeth hard, jaw clenched, skin taught over bone. His fingers dug brutally into Wei Ying’s ass, holding himself steady. Every instinct in his alpha body said fuck, mate, take, wreck, ruin, own, but he held himself so carefully in check until Wei Ying was flush to his hips.

Wei Ying was crying now, sobbing into his neck. They sat like that for a long minute, neither moving, neither speaking, only their breaths coming in harsh pants. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan bit out. “Hold on to me.”

Wei Ying already was, his whole body folded around Lan Zhan’s form. But at his words his arms tightened, mouth open at his throat. 

And then Lan Zhan fucked him. 

He dragged Wei Ying back up off his cock and slammed him back down hard—a scream knocked out of Wei Ying’s throat, cock forced back in deeper than before—then again, and again. Wei Ying gasped, cried out, moaned. Words escaped him, his mind a white cloud of pleasure as that thick cock rammed home repeatedly, filling him with everything he’d been searching for for months. 

“Fuck, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan growled. He raised his hips to every thrust, slammed his cock in, dragged it out, slammed it in again, desperate as Wei Ying, crazed and feral alpha, claiming his omega, unable to control himself anymore, unable to stop. 

Wei Ying couldn’t unwind his arms, clinging too tightly, voice shuddering on every bounce. His moans found words again, and then he was speaking non stop. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wei Ying hiccuped, jolted words. “Feels, so, good, fuck, so, full, aahh!”

Wei Ying realised this was what he wanted for so long. This was what he’d been craving and seeking. He didn’t want to fuck, to knot, he wanted to be fucked, to be knotted.  He wanted it inside him so badly. 

His ruts had been so fucking terrible lately. 

Because they weren’t ruts. 

They were becoming heats. The same things that sated him before did nothing. He didn’t prowl, he nested. He didn't want his scent everywhere, he wanted Lan Zhan’s scent on him. 

He had been turning into an omega.

He’d been turning himself into an omega. Because he was a fucking idiot. 

But it was OK. Lan Zhan had him, his alpha would take care of him. Didn't Lan Zhan always take care of him? Didn't he always help him through his ruts? He’d do the same for his heats, right? Right? 

He clutched at Lan Zhan begging for he didn't know what. 

Lan Zhan gave it to him, somehow knowing. 

He used one hand to dig Wei Ying's face out from his neck, turn his head and kiss him. He kissed him as roughly as he fucked him, tongue forcing in, eating out his mouth, while his cock railed him from below. He squeezed his ass, pinched his nipples, moved his lips lower to kiss, suck, bite, mark his neck, shoulders, chest. 

Wei Ying came suddenly. No warning, just pleasure suddenly crashing over him waves, making him scream, shake, cum spurting from his cock, up their chests. It was mind blowing. Better than any orgasm Wei Ying had ever had in his whole life. His mind whited out, existence lost for a moment, body gone, mind empty. 

Lan Zhan kept fucking him, tipped him backwards until Wei Ying was lying on the tiles, loose and stretched out, head lolling, and he could fuck in rougher, hips pistoning. Wei Ying’s whole body shook with each thrust, hips slapping Wei Ying’s until his ass was red, bruises darkening on his hips where Lan Zhan’s fingers gripped him, his knot, barely formed, easily popped in and out on every thrust. 

Lan Zhan sucked bites into Wei Ying’s neck, marking him, his omega. He licked and sucked recklessly at his scent gland, making Wei Ying moan helplessly. 

This time Wei Ying could feel his orgasm building up, slowly. It seemed wild that he could bounce back so quickly—but he’d never experienced a rut with another person let alone a heat. Maybe this was completely normal. He was not complaining. He felt like his whole body was turned around and mixed up, shaken in a soda bottle, lid barely holding down the pressure while he was spun around inside with the bubbles. 

His cock drooled precum, wetting his stomach. He slipped on the tiles, sweat and slick pooled. 

Lan Zhan’s cock slammed against his prostate perfectly on every thrust. He was probably still moaning and yelling and crying, but he was deaf to anything but Lan Zhan’s breathing, his growls, his gasps of ‘Wei Ying.’  

Wei Ying came again, choking on his own shout, arms loose by his head, as he was thrown around. 

Lan Zhan yanked his body up, bundling him into his arms when he was helpless to resist—not that he would. His dick slipped out of his hole and Wei Ying yowled, crying out for the loss. 

Lan Zhan carried Wei Ying over to the sofa, abandoning the cold tiles. He dropped Wei Ying face down and Wei Ying scrambled up, gripping the back of the chair for support. Lan Zhan didn’t wait to drag his hips around into position and fuck his way back inside. Wei Ying shouted, holding on for life. He was on his knees, arms draped over the back, while Lan Zhan knelt against the cushions and railed him from behind. 

The new angle drove Wei Ying crazy. Everything drove Wei Ying crazy. Lan Zhan drove Wei Ying crazy. He was still hard and leaking from everywhere, cock, ass, eyes, mouth, noises unfiltered. Yes ’s and Lan Zhan! ’s and More! ’s. 

Somehow he came again, like this, weak watery omega cum splattering the sofa.

Lan Zhan still didn’t stop, flipping Wei Ying over once more, when the convulsive tightening of his hole had stopped. 

Lan Zhan pushed Wei Ying into the cushions and leant down to kiss him again, fucking endlessly into his ass. 

“So good, Wei Ying,” he told him. “My perfect omega made for my cock. Don’t you cum so prettily for me?”

“Lan zhaaaaan,” Wei Ying whined. 

Lan Zhan leant in to kiss at Wei Ying's neck again, lick at his scent gland. Wei Ying tried to reciprocate, weak and wet, his tongue trailing loosely along his neck, tasting his scent, so deliciously. 

“Wei Ying, fuck,” Lan Zhan gasped. His hips stuttered, breaking their rhythm and speeding up. Wei Ying let out little gasping shouts, “Ah, ah ah ah ah!” on every thrust as Lan Zhan pounded harder, faster, deeper. 

His knot was getting bigger, unable to force its way into his little hole anymore, Wei Ying shook with how badly he wanted it. He could feel it on every thrust. Fuck fuck fuck. 

“Knot me, please, alpha,” Wei Ying cried. 

“Too tight,” Lan Zhan gasped. “Won’t fit.”

“Please,” Wei Ying begged, clawing at his sweaty back. “Please!” His voice was raw, hoarse, deep. He needed this so fucking badly he would go insane if he couldn’t have it. He wanted to scream, to drag himself down on that knot, to force it inside his hole. “I need it! Lan Zhan! Knot me!”

His nails dug in, drawing blood, he gasped for breath. He wasn’t a full omega yet, his body had not developed enough to easily take a knot, but he needed it. Needed it. Needed it. 

Lan Zhan forced, it hurt, Wei Ying cried, canted his own hips up, wanting, Lan Zhan was growling, frantic, he fucked in harder, pushing. His teeth found Wei Ying's neck and he bit down on his scent gland hard, breaking the skin. Wei Ying howled. 

The knot popped inside and both of them made feral sounds. 

Lan Zhan was growling, wild, teeth embedded in Wei Ying's skin, as he emptied himself inside Wei Ying’s omega hole. 

Wei Ying could feel his hot thick alpha cum fill him up. Rope after rope of it, delicious and deep. 

Somehow Wei Ying came a fourth time, shuddering dryly, just at the sensation of that most perfect cum he loved so much filling him to the brim. Tears ran down his cheeks, he couldn't breathe. It was perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect. 

Alpha...

Everything went hazy after that. Wei Ying must have passed out, blurry snapshots of movement glancing past his mind. Lan Zhan's black eyes, blood on his teeth—being carried somewhere—the feeling of hot water, knot still tight in his hole—a bed, soft sheets under his sensitive skin—Lan Zhan kissing him, his cheeks, his face, his lips, Wei Ying holding him as tight as he could manage, not letting him pull away, whimpering when he tried—Lan Zhan pulling his knot out after it had deflated and the sad bereft feeling left behind—Lan Zhan tipping a glass of water to Wei Ying’s lips, coaxing him gently to drink—more intense, hot, fast memories of fucking again and again—knotting his hole a second time, a third time, again again again—pumping him full of cum like he was one of Lan Zhan’s toys.

Wei Ying was never truly lucid again until the next morning. 

When he woke up to warm sunlight he was curled into Lan Zhan’s side, Lan Zhan playing lazily with his hair. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying croaked. His voice was hoarse, raw. It’d given out on him completely at some hazy point of the night so it was no wonder he could barely speak. 

“Good morning,” Lan Zhan replied, voice also a little worn. He continued to pet Wei Ying’s hair, and Wei Ying closed his eyes again, melting into the sensation. “How do you feel?

“Hnngg...” Wei Ying groaned, stretching and feeling a satisfying agony pull at every muscle in his body. “Sore.” he couldn’t help the little goofy grin that tugged up his lips. 

Lan Zhan didn’t even have the decency to look contrite about that.

“Er-gege, smile a little more smugly why don’t you,” Wei Ying teased. He lifted his hand—even his fingers felt sore—and touched his lips. Lan Zhan caught Wei Ying’s hand in his and turned so he could press a gentle kiss to his fingertips. 

“Are you hungry?” was all Lan Zhan asked.

“I could go for some breakfast,” Wei Ying thought aloud. His thought immediately became a whine, however, when Lan Zhan made to move away. Wei Ying’s hands shot out to grip his arm, holding him in place, pouting. 

Lan Zhan smirked again, the bastard. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, patting Wei Ying’s hand. “Look.”

Lan Zhan leaned over the edge of the bed to his minibar, opening it without leaving Wei Ying’s embrace. He pulled out a container of cut up fruit, and Wei Ying crowed in amazement. 

“Lan Zhan!” he crowed. “Perfect! The minibar is the best idea I've ever had.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan agreed even though it had been his idea, cracking the lid and using his fingers to pinch a piece of orange. “Wei Ying is very smart.”

Preening, Wei Ying smiled into the orange slice Lan Zhan pressed to his lips. He opened obediently and let Lan Zhan feed him, lips tingling where Lan Zhan’s fingers brushed. 

Lan Zhan fed him two more pieces. Wei Ying licked his lips, tongue catching Lan Zhan’s finger on retreat which led somewhat quickly to those fingers in his mouth so he could clean them thoroughly. Lan Zhan’s eyes were dark and Wei Ying’s body felt bubbly. 

“I could get used to this kind of wake up,” Wei Ying said, popping off his fingers. Then he realised what he said and felt the heat rush to his cheeks. It was a lot to expect this to ever be more than a one time thing. 

It was supposed to be a no time thing—Wei Ying had never imagined he and Lan Zhan would ever...

Wei Ying sat up. 

“Listen,” Wei Ying started, suddenly shy. “About last night...I’m sorry!” he pressed his hands together, ducking his head. “I’m sorry for tricking you and accidentally seducing you! I was going insane, my ruts have been all messed up and I dragged you into it against your will! I understand if you never so much as want to see me again.”

“Wei Ying, you just had my fingers in your mouth," Lan Zhan replied.

“Yes,” Wei Ying agreed, because that was completely true.

And then he left it at that because there wasn’t anything else he could add.

Lan Zhan's brow pinched.

“I don’t...Wei Ying last night was good for me. But if you regret it then I apologise for taking advanta—”

“No! Of course I don't regret it!” Wei Ying interrupted, gobsmacked. If anyone took advantage of someone last night it was Wei Ying! “That was the greatest night of my entire life! But I was the one who caused the whole thing and fucked around with our ruts...or—uh...my h-heat...” Wei Ying felt his cheeks warm, blush spread across his face. “Oh man, I really fucked up didn’t I, I can’t believe this.”

“I think it is still reversible,” Lan Zhan said, gentling Wei Ying’s hand away from the bedsheets where it had become fisted. “But I need Wei Ying to know that you didn’t trick or coerce or seduce me. Well,” Lan Zhan paused, holding Wei Ying’s hand. “That’s not quite true. Wei Ying did seduce me. But not last night. Wei Ying seduced me years ago. When we first met. And I have been in love with Wei Ying ever since.” 

“What!?” Wei Ying stared, eyes wide and jaw loose. “No you haven’t!” 

Lan Zhan didn’t respond other than to tuck back a loose strand of Wei Ying’s flyaway hair, fingers brushing the shell of his ear and sending a cascade of shivers down his spine, his head spinning from how much blood filled his cheeks. 

“Oh,” was all Wei Ying could say. He had to wait a few beats before he had the power to keep talking, that revelation flooring him somewhat. “Well! Same! I mean, admittedly, I don't think I actually realised I liked you like that, but everything about you has been seducing me forever! You’re handsome, and perfect and the best housemate ever. And your scent though. You smell fucking incredible for an alpha! What the fuck! It’s your faults my ruts got all fucked up!”

Wei Ying attempted to explain what he’d been through, his obsession with Lan Zhan’s scent, his cum, the way his ruts had felt wrong for a while. He explained how he bought the same toys as Lan Zhan in an attempt to recreate the orgasms he’d had using Lan Zhan’s cum-filled toys and how recently he’d lost the ability to cum altogether—supposing this was because his ruts had been turning into heats and, unbeknownst to him, he should have been nesting and probably even fucking himself with a dildo or something since the fleshlights just weren’t cutting it. 

Lan Zhan listened to his hasty story, ears flaming red with every mention of his cummy toys. 

“I have been feeling off lately too,” he said once Wei Ying had caught him up to date. “I have been feeling the urge to scent mark much more frequently and widespread than in the past. I believe it was because I was sensing an omega in the vicinity.”

“I knew your scent was more noticeable lately!” Wei Ying grinned, leaning into Lan Zhan’s space to sniff at his neck. “Er-gege so mean, it’s totally your fault I ended up like this...you smell too good...”

Wei Ying nosed deeper, pressed to Lan Zhan’s neck, and very unkindly Lan Zhan’s scent immediately became twice as strong. Wei Ying whined, immediately salivating.

“Mean...” he muttered. “Seducing me...”

“Mn, it worked though.”

Wei Ying laughed into his neck, unable to pull away. 

“Yeah, consider me thoroughly seduced. What do I do now though? A poor little unmated omega trapped in an apartment with a big scary alpha.” 

He was just teasing but he suddenly wondered if it was OK, would Lan Zhan want him to leave now that he was an omega? It was totally against the rules, of which Lan Zhan was a great lover, for unmated omegas and alphas to cohabit. 

Lan Zhan, completely unaware of Wei Ying’s internal dilemma, nosed at Wei Ying’s neck in return, breathing him in, and Wei Ying instinctively bared his scent gland to him. 

Even if Lan Zhan did love Wei Ying, would he make him move out until they, like, properly courted and mated?

Wei Ying froze, suddenly remembering. Slowly, he lifted a hand to touch his scent gland and flinched when he touched the raw tender skin, raised in a bumpy swollen mark.

Lan Zhan had already mated him. 

Lan Zhan pulled back looking tense. 

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. 

But Wei Ying could feel the ever present blush in his cheeks deepening and something swirl in a strange flurry of possessive arousal inside him. Most noticeably new was the slick he felt drip between his legs to accompany the wave of arousal. 

By the darkening of Lan Zhan’s eyes he could absolutely smell it. 

“Do you think it took?” Wei Ying asked, unable to stop touching the mark, even as it throbbed with pain under his fingers. 

“I don’t know if you have fully transitioned yet. It might be invalid. We can go to the doctor to check.”

Wei Ying grinned cheekily. 

“I know a way we could check if I'm a real omega right now,” he said. “They say no one but an omega can take a knot regularly. And I'm not in pseudo-heat anymore, so if I can then...”

Lan Zhan growled in the back of his throat and Wei Ying, wide eyed, bit his lip in excitement. 

“Shall we check—AH!” Wei Ying tried to tease but Lan Zhan had him pinned to the mattress in a flash, Wei Ying’s legs already forced to part for his hips, Lan Zhan’s lips surging to meet his in a frantic kiss. 

“Will help find out,” Lan Zhan growled into his neck, licking at the bite mark.

“Mn!” Wei Ying gasped. “Please, alpha, help this innocent omega!”

They fell together with clear minds this time, no longer driven by their rut- and heat-induced instincts. Wei Ying was sore but he got well wet for Lan Zhan, and even with the aching muscles and his hole raw it felt just as good as his hazy memories.

“Fuck!” Wei Ying cried out, on his knees, face half buried in a pillow as Lan Zhan fucked him from behind, a hand proprietarily cupped around his throat. “I love you,” he gasped. “Ahh! I mean, ah, I think I always have. Like I know I love you right now, but I think...” 

It was hard to have crazy epiphanies when someone was railing you into the mattress, drawing two, three orgasms out of you, but Wei Ying was managing, pushing back into every thrust and forcing out the words amidst his moans for more, harder, yes, Lan Zhan!  

“I think,” he said, trying to look back over his shoulder at Lan Zhan, who politely lowered his head so he could suck Wei Ying’s bottom lip into his mouth. “I think I did this to myself on purpose somehow. Like some instinct in my hindbrain knew what I had to do to make myself yours.”

Lan Zhan growled, pulling his cock out of Wei Ying’s ass which was fucking rude, and flipping him onto his back. He kissed him, wet and desperate and deep, not even pulling away to line up his cock and push back inside, Wei Ying keening.

“Mine,” he said into Wei Ying’s mouth. “You wanted to be mine. You are mine.”

“Yours!” Wei Ying agreed desperately. “Yours, alpha! Lan Zhan!”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan moaned.  

His knot swelled, catching on Wei Ying’s rim, threatening to not pull back out, tight, tighter. Wei Ying cried out for it, he wanted it. 

“Ah, Lan Zhan! What if you knock me up?” he gasped. “Fuck, Lan Zhan, can I get pregnant?”

That drove Lan Zhan fucking feral. 

He was wild and ravenous, wrecking Wei Ying with his mouth, hands, cock, until he fucked his knot inside him deep, and came. The heat of that delicious cum filling up Wei Ying had him coming another time, both of them loud and uncontrolled. 

An embarrassingly long time later, when they finally cleaned themselves up to present themselves back to society, Wei Ying contacted Wen Qing for a check up. 

Wen Qing was great because she already knew Wei Ying was insane and a fucking idiot so it was a loving look of complete disbelief and “please tell me you’re joking” that she gave him once he’d finished explaining his situation. 

“Hehe!” Wei Ying laughed with a what can you do shrug. 

She ordered all the necessary tests and gave him a good and serious friendship scolding for being so reckless, because yes it is possible to become an omega if he continued this way. 

“So,” she said later, once the results had come back. “You’re technically still an alpha, or like halfway between based on what you told me about your ruts. You haven’t developed any reproductive capabilities, so you’re safe from pregnancy.”

Wei Ying must have made some sort of sad noise based on the look she gave him.

“The bondmark also didn’t take,” she went on with a roll of her eyes. “It should heal over cleanly and not scar. And if you just stop fucking Lan Zhan and eating his cum you will naturally go back to normal.” 

“Definitely a professional medical prescription right there,” he joked. She rolled her eyes again. 

“If you keep letting him knot you like this, rut or not, heat or not, you will have to go through more medical paths in order to return to your alpha state—medical supplements, hormones and so on.  I guess what you do is up to you, though.”

“Haha, OK!” Wei Ying nodded in understanding. “Thanks for your help!”

With a sigh, Wen Qing clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Please use protection.”

“Wen Qing!” Wei Ying laughed. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want to do?” Lan Zhan asked Wei Ying once he finished explaining all Wen Qing had told him, back at home. 

Wei Ying twiddled his thumbs in his lap where he was perched beside Lan Zhan on the couch. Neither of them had acknowledged the probably-permanent cum stains all over the cushions. 

“Honestly?” he said, looking up at Lan Zhan from under his lashes. “I want to suck your cock.”

There might have been a record broken in how fast Lan Zhan got his pants open and Wei Ying  on the ground between his thighs.

Wei Ying sucked him as best he could, trying to draw out the blurry memories of the night before when Lan Zhan had guided him. Lan Zhan let Wei Ying experiment, hand resting in his hair, and then tugging gently, and then pulling tightly as Wei Ying directed him through hand gestures and moans around his cock.

It never stopped being perfect, Lan Zhan’s taste. Ever since the first time he’d eaten the cold old cum right out of his toy, Wei Ying had been addicted and he never looked back. He sucked until he could get Lan Zhan’s cock down his throat, sucked until his jaw ached and tears ran from his eyes, sucked until Lan Zhan was bucking up in little aborted thrusts, knot forming, close, close.

Wei Ying watched him from below as he came undone beautifully and filled Wei Ying with his sweet reward. Even when the hot ropes of cum burst out of his mouth and dripped off his chin, Wei Ying chased it with his tongue, licking it up off Lan Zhan’s thighs, his pants, the couch. 

And then Lan Zhan had Wei Ying on the bed again, still-hard cock forcing its way into his tight unprepped hole, fucking him rough and hard and kissing his mouth clean of his own cum, drawing cries and begging moans out of Wei Ying’s throat, peppering him with bites and bruises. 

“Are you sure,” Lan Zhan asked when he was drawing close again, knot catching his rim. “You know what this means, right. If you let me do this to you you won’t turn back.”

Wei Ying held him tight around the shoulders, pulling him close until he could kiss and kiss and kiss him. 

“Cum in me er-gege,” he moaned. 

With a deep groan from both of them, Lan Zhan knotted Wei Ying, sealing them together forever. 

“My omega,” Lan Zhan said. 

Wei Ying kissed him.

“My alpha.” 

In about a year, after two more heats, when Lan Zhan bit Wei Ying’s neck, knot snug in his tight hole they knew, could tell.

Bonded.

Wei Ying would always be Lan Zhan’s omega.