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"All's well that ends well!" Aventurine tips his hat. "Thank you for your cooperation, Mister Saviant." He grins as he shakes his new business partner's hand, and the man chuckles as he shakes. "Well, a few 'iccups happ'n to us all, yeah?" He shrugs as he steps back to gather his things. "Let's just make sure it don't happ'n again. Have a good day, Mis'er Aventurine."

He leaves with the confidence of a man who knows he's won the lotto, and Aventurine smiles like he's just given him the winning ticket. He waves until the door closes.

And then he collapses across his desk with a gasp. His hand comes up to his neck before he can stop himself, and he tears off the scent patches on his neck. Both scent glands are swollen and irritated, and the heat that surges through him as he runs his fingers over them makes him fall to his knees on the floor.

His hands shake as he reaches for his phone. Without thinking, he speed-dials Topaz.

"Aventurine, hey. I was just gonna put the kiddos down for a nap. When are you coming to pick them up?" He opens his mouth to explain that not only can he not move at the moment, he can't even think about anything that isn't the immense heat rolling through his body.

"I can't." He chokes out. Topaz huffs, exasperated. "Aventurine, the deal was-" He stops listening. His cunt is on fire. He's slicked through his pants so quickly it's dripping down his thighs. He can't think straight, his mind is racing and his breath is scattered.

"Mauve!" He wails the code word as a cramp hits him hard enough to make his voice crack.

Topaz goes silent. "Stay with me. Say nothing if you're at the office." Aventurine pants, but he turns his head away from the phone just to make sure his side is silent. "Alright. I'll text Doctor Ratio, too." She offers.

The mention of his mate sends his body into a frenzy. He shoves a hand down his pants with a wail. The first touch to his clit sends his body careening and he writhes as slick gushes from his hole. He gasps as his eyes roll back, and when he finally catches his breath, the doors slam open.

"Director Aventurine!" Stanton rushes to his side. "I understand your situation," he sniffs the air a few times as Aventurine glares at him. "Please hold on, sir." The older omega leans down to scent his boss, and Aventurine's steadily-climbing nerves calm. "P-pack...?" He whimpers.

Stanton nods. "As close as you can get, sir. Can you stand?" He leans down to help the gambler up, but Aventurine just shakes his head. "Too much-" His thighs rub together and his entire body trembles. "Ver..."

"I'll take you to him. Please put your arm over my shoulder. Miss Melanie!" Stanton calls.

Immediately the female omega rushes in. "Mister Aventurine! Oh, by the Amber Lord!" She bounds around the desk to leap near her boss. Aventurine hums as she scents him. He sniffs her wrist for a moment then relaxes enough to let Stanton and Melanie help him up. "Wait!" Melanie stops.

Aventurine feels something is pushed into in his palm. It's smooth on the oval edges and has a multi-faceted face. "Your Cornerstone." She explains. "We need to get you to the car, boss."

He fills in the gasps himself. "I understand. I must do this... All... For the Amber Lord!"

The bright flash shines through the room, and his omega senses dull. He looks down at his chauffeur. "I have around seven minutes worth of energy." He bends down and offers a hand for each of them. Stanton, who's dealt with emergency Stoneheart Transformations, immediately hops onto his boss's arm. He sits in his elbow and leans back.

Melanie, however, looks more than hesitant. "I'm... Good. I'll stay here and finalize the paperwork for the transfer you just settled. Mister Stanton?" She looks to him. "Please tell me when he gets home safe so I can let Lady Bonajade know." She smiles.

Stanton nods, and then Aventurine floats out of his office and down to the parking lot. Stanton closes his eyes as he leans back, and somewhere in the muddled hindbrain of Aventurine, he preens with pride that he's able to provide for pack.

Then he gets to the parking lot. He's able to set down his driver, then all hell breaks loose. His Cornerstone form gives out in a flicker and flash of gold dust, then he falls on the side of the car. Stanton rushes over, but he holds out a hand. "Just... Get me home." He pants.

With a trembling hand, he opens the door. He falls into the backseat as he groans in pain. Stanton knows better than to ask if he's alright. Instead he starts the car and begins the drive to the Stoneheart's house.

Aventurine shivers in the backseat. His skin is warm, too warm to be normal for a heat, but he's so cold. He trembles in the backseat of the car, even as he uses a shaking hand to turn the heat all the way up and onto him. He can't barely think, but he can smell someone. It's sweet, like old leather and peeled oranges. Another omega is near him, and his alpha isn't.

Is his alpha... Is his mate with that omega?

His entire body freezes. His mate has been taken away. By this other omega. This rutslut. This-

"Aventurine?"

Mate. Alpha. "Veritas."

The taller man nods. He's upset. Did his upset his nate? Is he mad at him? What did he do wrong?

Ratio leans in to pick him up, and every fiber vibrates with glee. "You're alright. I'm not upset, just worried. Breath, Vasha." Aventurine tries. But every time he opens his mouth all he can smell is that damned intruder.

Veritas growls down at him, and he hisses back. A hand goes to the back of his neck to scruff him, but it's immediately pulled back. "What- Vasha, I'm not rejecting you. Do your best to relax." But Veritas sounds worried, and the intruder may smell gone but the scent still exists and-

This time, he is scruffed. He bares his teeth, but then suddenly all he can smell is his mate, and everything is alright. His eyes fall shut and he goes limp. "Mmh..."

Aventurine is warm, suddenly. His back hits something soft and cozy and his body lights up. His eyes snap open as he grabs onto his mate's retreating arms. "Don't you dare." He growls.

Veritas' eyes narrow before he speaks. "Kakavasha, your body is unstable. You need to give me a moment so that I can lay next to you in your nest." He speaks with such authority that Aventurine knows he should be listening, but all he hears is 'let me go' and it's cold again. He grabs on harder. "Don't-" he pleads. "You swore!"

The doctor looks him over, then he nods. "I did. May I join you in your nest?"

And oh, how Kakavasha's omega screams. He nods quickly and moves to the right, and then big, heavy, strong alpha mate is pressing him into his chest and purring. This time the heat returns slowly, like someone wrapped a blanket around him, as opposed to being tossed into an open flame.

Aventurine had long lost the ability to purr. It was taken away the moment the slave brand hit his neck. So instead he nuzzles. He nuzzles and scents and hums and kisses until his body is too warm and his hole has started producing more slick than before.

"Vasha." Veritas kisses the gamblers neck. "I'm going to step out of the nest to strip." The warmth turns to heat. "No." He hasn't lost the ability to growl, though, and he shows it. "Absolutely not." Instead he shoves his own pants off there and then, ignoring the way they hit the floor with a damp 'plop'.

Then he works on pulling down the doctor's sweatpants just enough to get what he can feel is what he wants. "You're already half-knotted and you want me to wait?" He licks his hand and runs his palm over the thick length.

"Not a chance." "Kakavashaah- wait, you'll hurt your-"

He sinks the head into himself, and before he can even take a moment to savor the stretch, he slams down. Kakavasha feels like he's ascending, pleasure-pain searing the deepest parts of him until he can't breathe. It takes him a moment to realize the screaming is coming from him, and he comes down from the high with a heave.

Veritas tugs him close. "Damned gambler." He mutters. "Are you alright?" He's panting too, every bit out of breath as his mate.

Kakavasha shakes his head. "This-its so bad." He groans. "Worse than anything I've ever had." He looks up, but Veritas is already looking him over. "Your scent glands are irritated and your body was shivering earlier. You were clammy and lethargic, not to mention aggressive, not only to me, but to Stanton."

Vasha feels the worst about hissing at his driver. "Remind me to send him a gift basket as an apology." His mate nods. "Topaz has filled me in. We have five days to kick this heat from you, and when it's over, I'm taking you to Doctor Friedmanns' office." He doesn't even fight it. He doesn't have the energy, so he just nods.

"Your body believes I've rejected you, so you'll be more sensitive, not to mention," the alpha runs a hand over his mate's bottom to slide two fingers over where they're connected, "You'll be producing so much slick that dehydration is a serious concern- stop that."

Kakavasha shakes his head. "I can't, it's too good." He brings his hips up a little farther before he bounces down, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. Every time he grinds down his clit against the doctor's hips he moans, low and deep.

"I can't think straight, I need it." He mewls. "Need your knot. You're already in me, I just need to be filled with cum." He should be more coy with it, tease and use words that he knows will goad Veritas into breaking him, but he can't think of any. He just knows the feeling of a knot stuffing him full while he's bred, and he wants it so badly it literally hurts.

Thankfully, Veritas is here. The alpha pushes as much calm through the bonds as he can, even considering his own need and warmth. "Alright." He pants. "Take what you need from me, we can talk after." Kakavasha nods. He pushes himself into a sitting position and puts his hands on the doctor's chest as leverage.

Then he puts every bit of energy into riding his mate's cock. "Oh- you're so- so deep. Shit, that's it!" He yelps as the grinds turn to real thrusts. "Need you. Make me warm again, no more cold." He begs. "Knot me and bite me again. Mark me. Show them- fuck!" He squeals when Veritas begins to meet his thrusts in earnest. "That's- I won't last. Here, here!" He puts a palm over the bulge that Veritas cock makes, pressing down on each thrust in.

"Cum in here. Pump me full of a litter again, Veritas~" The omega whines as he lets his alpha fuck up into him. Veritas looks just as far gone as he grabs his mate's waist and flips them. "Ooh- Veritas!!" He screeches.

He doesn't get a chance to warn his mate of his orgasm, it just happens. It hits him like a train and he gushes. "Knot me, knot me, knot-" He gasps as his back arches and his eyes roll back, and then his pussy is stuffed full. All he can feel is the expanding knot and the searing hot cum filling him.

There's a mouth on his, then arms around his waist to pull him close. He whimpers as he's moved again, this time to sit on his lover's lap. Veritas' cock is forced deep and the sensation of his cervix being pressed makes him that much more pliable. He noses at his mate's scent glands.

Instead of pulling him away like his instincts feared, a hand on the back of his head holds him close to the doctor's right shoulder. It's permission he easily accepts, and he clamps his jaw down around the gland. He bites, then a sharp pain floods his own right shoulder. It's followed by euphoria as a small orgasm washes over him.

Suddenly, he's tired. Every bone in his body feels fifty times harder to move, and before he can stop it, his eyes are closed. "Sleep, anima mea." He feels a kiss on his forehead. "I'll be here when you wake."

--__--

He's not there when he wakes.

But he's just left, if his scent is anything to go by. If he listens closely, he can hear something happening outside the closed bedroom door. It nearly pains him to leave his nest, but his throat is sore and he feels too empty. He's getting cold again.

He finds an old Veritas Prime sweatshirt that still smells of his husband, then he slips on a pair of clean socks and walks out. His mate is in rare form today, shirtless with only a pair of loose sweatpants around his hips. He's facing the stove with his left hand holding his phone to his ear and the right stirring something in a large soup pot.

"-fine, Screwllum." He pauses, jotting something on a notepad. "Yes, that's what I thought as well. I'll have him take that." Kakavasha wraps his arms around his mate's midsection, humming as he lets the warmth come back to him. His mate slips from his hold for just a second, but only to wrap an arm around his lover.

Kakavasha holds onto his hand tightly. "Yes, I'll tell him." Veritas nods as he returns to the boiling soup. "Have a good day." He hangs up and turns to the blonde, who's currently nuzzling into his hand. "Vasha?"

The gambler just peeks into the soup pot and sniffs. It smells good, but the scent of Veritas', freshly showered and cooking food for him makes him feel needy again. "Pork?" He guesses, trying to keep it together, but Veritas shakes his head. "Beef. Why are you out of bed?" He leans down to kiss the blonde, and Vasha moans as he's kissed. "It was cold." He breathes, just barely pulling away from his alpha's lips.

"The kind of cold that a heater can't help." He runs a hand down from the doctor's hand to the bottom of his own sweatshirt. He lifts it up as he makes eye contact with his mate, whose eyes dilate as he sees and smells just how needy the omega is.

The omega slides the sweatshirt off with a smirk. "How long until the soup is done?" The cloth hits the floor with a 'swish', and the kiss that Vasha earns is fast and desperate. He wrestles the alphas pants off and slides a palm over the leaking head. "Hurry, hurry!" He whimpers.

Veritas snaps at his neck, leaving shallow teeth marks that'll disappear soon. "Patience, omega." The omega whimpers as slick drips down his thighs. He's flipped around to grab the counter, and there's a hand on his back that bends him over.

The tip slides in without much trouble. But Veritas won't fuck him. He's too busy leaning forward to turn off the stove and move the soup pot, and that won't do.

So he shoves back, moaning loudly as pleasure shoots through him. "Oh, fuck. Yeah," he gasps. The alpha grips the stove as he tries to stay upright, and the scent in the air takes a sharp turn. "You couldn't wait for a moment, could you?" Two arms wrap under his to hold his back tight to Veritas' chest.

Vasha swallows nervously as hot breath rolls over his ear. "I won't knot you here-" The omega's whine is cut short when his alpha slams into him. "Behave. If I tie a knot in you here, I won't be able to move us properly." "Then take me somewhere you can!" Vasha yowls. He's getting annoyed at all of these excuses, and his sanity is hanging on by a thread.

Suddenly, he's let go. His hole is empty and the gush of slick that falls out of him trails down his thighs. He's grabbed by the hand to the living room couch, where he's then shoved down into the pillows and blankets. Veritas is rough and harsh and angry and all Kakavasha can think is that it's going to make the sex that much better.

He's not wrong, judging by how his hips are pulled up. He wiggles and moans when his alpha spanks him. There's a hand on his head, pressing his cheek against the cushions, and another hoping his hips still. Then he gets what he wants.

Slowly, he's filled. Inch by inch, until Veritas' throbbing cock is pressing against his cervix. "Shit, yeah, that's it," Vasha's eyes roll back as he groans. He tries to push back, but the hand on his waist squeezes. "I told you to behave ." The alpha growls.

The omega whimpers. His instincts tell him to behave, and it's so hard not to, but his brain is screaming at him that if he tries just once more...

Veritas pulls out, then thrusts in so hard it knocks the breath from the gambler. "If you insist on forcing my attention away from my tasks, then be prepared to take responsibility." He growls. Kakavasha wails as every thrust pushes his face deeper into the couch. "Fuck, harder- Want you in me-ee~"

Veritas tugs him back by the hair, grabbing his throat as he pulls the gamblers back to his chest. "I refuse you believe you can't feel me in you." He snaps his hips, and Kakavasha screams. His left hand grabs onto the back of the couch and his right grabs back onto his mate's hips.

"I can- I can feel how deep, so deep, knot me! Please!" He pants, but the alpha just bites down on his nape. Every nerve lights up as he cums, gasping heavy as his head lolls back. It's too much, he thinks. He's going to pass out before he's knotted and then Veritas will pull out, and that just sends him into a frenzy.

His hips rut back before he can finish cumming, and overstimulated snaps his mind before it can come back to him. He can't talk, he can't barely think, all he can do is push his hips back and relish in every heavy slap of their hips. Soon there's something pressing at his hole with every thrust, and his brain helpfully supplies that as his mate's knot.

He nods as Veritas groans behind him. "Gimme. Give- want your knot. Push me down and put it in and fuck me until-" he gasps as Veritas shoves in and grinds his knot against his hole. "If I knot you right now, will you behave?" The omega shakes his head as the alpha huffs at him. The blonde shakes his head, though. "No, but- ah, you'll do it anyway, won't you, alpha?"

"You'll shove your thick, nnnh, knot into my needy pussy and-and knock me up?" He knows, somewhere in the back of his heat-addled mind that he can't, he's on the best birth control money can buy, but oh, does the fantasy do things for him.

Considering how the cock inside him throbs, he isn't the only one. "Oh, you want me all barefoot and pregnant?" They'd need to prepare for that, realistically, but Veritas fucks him harder, like he's either trying to fuck the words into reality or silence or both. "I bet if you kept going I'd be just loose enough to take your fat knot, and then you can plug me full of cum for hours. I'd sit on your lap until you're sure I couldn't take any more and you'd knot me again just to- to make sure it took ohaeons!"

The blonde gets one breath in before it's punched out of him. The knot is shoved into him in one shot, and the moment it's in, something presses on his clit. Veritas makes one messy circle with two fingers and then-

"Veritas!" Kakavasha's vision goes white. He opens his mouth in a silent scream as cum floods his insides. His entire body tenses as he lights up, mind and body on the same page of wanton desperation. "Good boy." He hears.

Vasha pants as he's fucked through his orgasm, and Veritas doesn't take a moment of respite. His thrusts are shallow because of the knot tied in his mate, but it doesn't bring Kakavasha any less pleasure. It doesn't help that his alpha won't stop cumming, and all thoughts are fucked out of his head again.

His legs shake, then give out. He falls to the couch on his stomach, and his vision white out. Veritas groans as his cock presses against the gamblers' womb. Vasha feels the alpha press against his back, then the knot presses in further. His grip on the couch shakes, then his eyes roll back, and everything goes black.

When he wakes up, he's in his nest. His hole is plugged with something too hard to be a knot, and his alpha is gone again. He can hear the shower running, but he's much too comfy as he is. He's clean, and his head is resting on one of his mate's Veritas Prime sweatshirts. Vasha hums happily as he finetunes his nest, tucking in the shirts and pants strewn about the nest.

He stops when the door to the bathroom opens. "Ver?" He smiles. His alpha pulls the towel from his hair and his hips, then he obliges his omega and slides into place beside him.

"You smell..." The blonde laps at Veritas' scent glands. "Like you're going into rut." Kakavasha pulls back to see his mate's eyes blown out and cheeks colored a deep red. "Yes." The scholar huffs. "It seems your heat is so biologically devastating that it's triggered my own." He leans up and gives his lover a kiss, and Vasha melts.

Warm hands on his cheeks pull him close, and the blonde whimpers as his mate's scent of arousal sets him off. "So," he pulls away from the kiss, panting. "Are you gonna give me another kid?"

He watches as Veritas fights himself to stay alert. "Vasha... Careful." He warns. "We've talked about it, and I'm not opposed to conceiving now. It seems like the best time." The gambler nods as he leans down to kiss his lover. "I love you." He whispers.

Before Veritas can say it back, the gambler punches the breath from his lungs by gliding his slick pussy over his alpha's cock. He sits back and smirks with a desperate, wild look.

"Now fuck me full until your thick knot can't hold any more."

In one movement, he sinks down as his alpha slides up, and the resulting slap of skin makes shivers run up his spine. "Oh, aeons!" He leans back to grab his alpha's thighs as he's fucked into. His nails dig in as thick hands grab his waist and force him up and down. Every thrust punches more high moans from his chest, and that's even before he feels the knot at his hole.

"A-already?" Kakavasha whimpers, but he isn't disappointed. If anything, every cell in his body lights up with glee. His alpha is just as needy for him as he is for his alpha. Veritas' head falls into the pillows as he groans. "I've been holding back," He gasps as the blonde grinds down on his knot. "Trying to keep my rut at bay."

For some reason, Kakavasha feels more angry than appreciated. He wrestles Veritas' hands off his waist and slams down onto the alpha's knot.

Veritas snarls as his hands grab onto his lover's thighs. "Kakavasha!" Kakavasha's instinct pressures him into submission as he's snapped at, but the blonde pushes it back as he growls. "Don't fucking snap at me." He brings his heels back to kick at the scholar's down in one quick movement, and the alpha gasps as his hips fall to the bed.

Vasha follows the movement with a whine. He slams down onto the knot one final time before it inflates, and both alpha and omega cry out as their releases overtake them. Vasha collapses as the endorphins wear off, pressing his nose into his Alpha's neck as he feels cum flood his womb. It doesn't help that his mate keeps twitching his hips, pressing his knot in deeper and deeper until he's taken it all.

The hands on his thighs become gentle, working their way up to the omega's shoulders to hold him close. They stay like that, the alpha purring while his omega fixes up their fallen nest and then themselves. "You look exhausted." Kakavasha mumbles, not unaware of the sleepy slut in his own voice.

When he receives no answer but a soft snore, he follows suit and falls into unconsciousness himself.

When he wakes up again, he's on the couch. He's laying under a thin sheet of linen with his head on a pillow. It's not his nest. His alpha isn't here. He's alone and clean and-

"Vasha."

His head whips up to see Veritas, holding two bowls with soup and steam coming from the top. "I made food."

Kakavasha looks up at his mate as he moves his legs to make room. The scholar sits next to him, then he sets the bowls onto the living room coffee table and helps Vasha slide into his lap. The omega whimpers as he feels the arousal poke at him. The alpha nods, and the blonde sits on his knees to let the tip slide against his folds. The drop down is slow and steady, and when he's fully seated on his mate, the alpha purrs into a gentle kiss.

It's slow and gentle, more lovemaking with gentle grinds than anything else. Their lips touch but they barely kiss and their hands wander each other as waves of pleasure lap at them. The blonde omega gasps when his womb is nudged, but his alpha just chuckles and pulls him closer. "That's it." The smile he gives is blinding. "Take what you need."

Kakavasha's moan is breathless, head leaning onto Veritas' shoulder as he grasps at his shoulders. "Need- need you. I- hah, mmh, Veritas!"

He doesn't last long, not when Veritas is kissing him like he's glass and thumbing his clit in slow circles. Pleasure laps over him like a wave as his back arches. The knot slips in while his body shakes, and his chest tilts forward as his mate pulls him close. He's filled with delicious heat again, the kind that makes his omega instincts purr and curl up in satisfaction in the back of mind.

"We need to eat." He hears. "Sit up for me, anima mea." The blonde is guided back slowly, and then there's a soup of miso soup at his lips. He takes the spoonful with a hum, and when he swallows, he gives his alpha a kiss.

The couch will need to be cleaned, as will the dishes and the bedsheets and the clothes and the car. But for now, both alpha and omega are content to eat miso soup from the other's bowls and share lazy kisses between and after.