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The team's headquarters was saturated. The air, heavy and dense, exhaled a pungent mixture of pheromones that betrayed yet another fight started for some trivial reason. For Cassandra, her patience had reached its limit; watching the two boys at each other's throats weekly had ceased to be a tolerable routine and become an exhausting burden. Before, the disagreements were just silly sparks, superficial conflicts of cohabitation, but now the tension seemed to have gained a new and uncomfortable layer of aggression.
In the center of the room, Tim and Conner were bickering. Conner raised his voice, using his stature to physically impose himself against the other. The environment was an invisible battlefield; Tim exhaled strong waves of frustration and anger, while Conner responded in kind, releasing acidic and sour pheromones that cut through the oxygen.
Cassandra looked away, letting out a heavy sigh, and noticed Bart by her side. The boy seemed cornered, his body slightly huddled from embarrassment and sensory discomfort. Being an omega himself, that storm of territorial and aggressive scents must have been punishing his sensitive sense of smell.
Observing Bart, Cassandra couldn't help but notice how he personified the archetype of the "ideal omega" in the eyes of society: mild, sweet, and visibly submissive to the tensions around him. Of course, he had his quirks—he was hyperactive and talkative to the extreme—but that was just the charm of his vibrant personality.
The difference to Conner, however, was stark.
Cassandra's gaze fell upon her friend, who broke every pattern expected for his class. Conner was taller than most omegas and carried himself with an audacity that bordered on rebellion. He wore a leather jacket adorned with spikes and an outfit that left his defined, flat abdomen on display, centering attention on the piercing he wore in his navel. He was a showcase of piercings: two lip piercings, a collection of them in his ears, one on his eyebrow, and a prominent septum ring.
Conner was what many would call a "difficult omega." Owner of an impetuous personality, he detested taking orders from alphas and would not bow his head to anyone. But as she watched the discussion, Cassandra knew he wasn't as irrational as Tim's constant complaints made him seem. It was just a collision of egos that neither of them knew how to brake.
The dynamic between Conner and Bart had always been based on contrasts that, curiously, fit together perfectly. They were opposites in almost everything, from aesthetics to personality, but shared a deep connection as omegas of the same pack. Cassandra had already become a frequent spectator of the two openly exchanging pheromones on the living room sofa; to her, that was the pinnacle of normalcy. It was pack instinct—omegas seeking comfort and mutual protection in each other's scent. Occasionally, even she and Tim joined this tangle of smells and proximity, reinforcing the team's bonds.
However, the lightness of that routine began to fragment.
The first sign was when Cassandra caught Bart entering Conner's room and leaving only many hours later. At that point, she didn't find it strange; she imagined it was just another moment of support between them. But her perception changed drastically a few days later when she turned the corner of the headquarters corridor and froze at the sight of Tim cornering Conner against the wall.
The air in the corridor was suffocating, infested with alpha pheromones that had turned sour, becoming sharp and aggressive. Tim was speaking in a low voice, a tone laden with a dark authority, while Conner, for the first time in his life, looked genuinely cornered. He kept his gaze down, shaking his head in silent disagreement, but visibly affected by the pressure Tim exerted on him. It was evident that the alpha was not getting what he wanted from that conversation, and his frustration overflowed in waves of bitter odor.
Upon noticing Cassandra's presence, Conner reacted instantly. He forced a recovery of posture, brushed his shoulder hard against Tim's in a gesture of residual defiance, and stormed down the hall without saying a single word. Tim remained static for a second, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a clear sign of contained irritation. He only cast a brief look at Cassandra before passing her, wrapped in a frigid silence.
That day marked the beginning of a drastic change at Young Justice headquarters.
Since then, Tim had become an excessively rigid leader, especially with Conner.
Even Bart, usually oblivious to denser tensions, noticed the heavy atmosphere. Although Tim was occasionally harsh with Bart, it was clear to everyone on the team that Conner was the main target of his retaliation—much of it gratuitous and fueled by a resentment no one could explain.
Cassandra watched everything with a nagging suspicion. She was certain of one thing: it had all started on that day when she and Bart left the two of them alone at the headquarters. Something happened between those four walls.
— Fine, whatever! — Conner growled, the words coming through gritted teeth as he turned his back. He was already exhausted from wasting breath and energy on Tim.
The silence that followed was cutting, broken only by the sound of Tim biting his lower lip before letting out a low growl from deep in his chest.
— Come back! — Tim’s Alpha Voice whipped through the air, laden with authority.
Conner’s body locked instantly. Against his own conscious will, his feet pivoted and led him back to where he stood before, in front of his leader.
— You need to understand, once and for all, that I am the leader of this team, Conner — Tim declared, his voice now cold and steady.
Conner felt a wave of humiliation and embarrassment wash over his face. In a purely biological reflex of submission before the command, he lowered his head, exposing the vulnerable curve of his neck. In the background, the other two team members just watched, static; they knew that interfering in a direct imposition of command between Alpha and Omega was crossing a dangerous line.
— This is so you never forget your place on this team again — Tim whispered, the words coming out almost like a contained snarl.
— You... you'll never let me forget... — Conner murmured, biting his lips to contain the tremor of anger or frustration. Without waiting for a dismissal, he turned around and hurried toward his dormitory.
Tim let out a long sigh, passing his hand nervously through his hair, trying to dissipate the adrenaline of dominance. Bart looked at Cassandra, his eyes pleading for her to say something that would break that oppressive atmosphere.
— It’s alright, Tim. We understand it was necessary — Cassandra said, approaching her friend and wrapping her arm around his shoulders in a gesture of support. As an Alpha, she shared that frequency; she understood the weight and difficulty of dealing with a personality as strong and challenging as Conner's.
— I don't think so — Bart finally spoke up, his voice firm despite the discomfort. He faced Tim with a rare seriousness. — You two overstepped this time.
Bart, more than anyone, felt Conner's silent pain. He knew that since the day the two were left alone at the headquarters, something had changed.
— Whatever... — Tim grumbled, looking away. — I'll wait for him to calm down so we can talk.
He rolled his eyes, but as he took a deep breath, the stillness of the environment allowed fresh memories of that fateful day to flood his mind. While Conner's scent still lingered residually in the hall, Tim couldn't avoid the flash of that dark discovery: the delicious and disturbing perversity that had awakened within him since they were alone.
• Time Skip (Tim’s Memories) •
The conversation between Tim and Conner started pragmatically. Conner needed to explain that he would be absent from the next mission; the proximity of his heat made his participation unfeasible. Tim, always cautious, accepted the news with an apparent calm. He had, in fact, already organized his personal schedule and the team's shifts so that his free time coincided exactly with the period of Conner's heat.
The relationship between the two was a labyrinth of convenience occasional sex partners who used each other to relieve the biological tensions of their natures. However, the balance that sustained that agreement had silently crumbled. Tim had developed possessive feelings, a desire that went far beyond the physical, while Conner maintained an impassable barrier, constantly reinforcing that what they had would never be more than casual encounters. That silent rejection was an open wound in Tim's ego, but he accepted it until that moment.
— Fine, I'll help you with that — Tim said, his voice monotonous as he typed some commands into the base computer.
An uncomfortable silence settled in, heavy as lead. Bothered by the lack of response, Tim spun his chair to face his partner. Conner was restless, biting his lower lip with a hesitation that made the alpha's stomach contract.
— You don't need to... Bart is going to help me this time — Conner murmured.
Hearing those words, Tim felt a wave of nausea mixed with a searing rage. The idea of Conner turning to another omega especially Bart for something so intimate and instinctive felt like a visceral betrayal to him, something detestable and unbearable.
Blinded by territorial rage, Tim lunged. The movement was so fast that Conner didn't have time to react before being slammed against the headquarters' sofa. The impact took him by surprise, but before he could protest, Tim flooded the room with his pheromones, using the weight of his presence to subjugate the omega. Conner struggled, his hands pushing against Tim's chest, but the alpha's body was an intransigent wall.
Tim ignored any resistance, burying his face in Conner's neck. He alternated between eager kisses, licks, and suctions that left reddish marks on the fair skin.
— Tim, no... please, stop... — Conner protested in a ragged sigh, trying futilely to kick the alpha's legs to break free.
In a sudden movement, Tim grabbed one of Conner's legs, positioning it over his own shoulder while stripping off his clothes with an aggressive urgency. Conner felt his mind plunge into a dense fog; the excess of Tim's pheromones was shutting down his defense reflexes, numbing his senses.
— Tim, please... you understood wrong... — Conner began to sob, tears escaping and wetting the sofa upholstery as panic finally overcame the haze of instinct.
It was at that exact instant that something dark and perverse flourished deep within Tim. He felt a visceral and intoxicating pleasure witnessing Conner's vulnerability; the idea of humiliating, embarrassing, and simply subjugating his partner until he heard desperate pleas for mercy acted as fuel for his most primitive instincts.
— I was too kind to you... — Tim hissed, discarding Conner's pants with a disdainful motion.
He began a trail of slow kisses up the omega's calf, contrasting the caress with the brutality that was to come.
— I gave you affection... I was meticulous and careful in preparing you for every moment — Tim continued, before sinking his teeth with full force into the soft flesh of Conner's calf. The omega let out a sharp cry, his body jolting on the sofa. And, in exchange, you decided to act like a slut with me.
Without giving room for defense, Tim pressed Conner's face against the sofa upholstery, watching the omega grumble and struggle for air. The alpha's hands moved up Conner's torso, which still wore a black shirt—a piece that belonged to Tim himself, now serving only as a reminder of his possession. Tim bit one of Conner's nipples through the thin fabric, drawing a painful and gasping breath from his partner.
Tim's patience had run out. He no longer desired consensus or softness; he wanted to mistreat, dominate, and relegate Conner to the role of a submissive omega the place that, in his rage-distorted mind, he should have always occupied. Tim was fully aware of how wrong his conduct was, but the sight of his teammate sobbing and fighting against his strength launched him into a state of absolute ecstasy.
Settling between Conner's legs, Tim decided to put into practice something he had seen on pornographic sites. Approaching Conner's exposed intimacy, a cruel smile played on his lips.
— It's so wet... and pink... — Tim commented with a low laugh laden with malice.
— Tim... — Conner murmured, his voice whiny and broken by crying. — Please... let me go...
In response, Tim just smiled, ignoring the plea. He gave in to desire, pressing his lips against Conner's sensitive region. The taste of the viscous liquid emanating from the omega's forced arousal was intoxicating and delicious to the alpha. Overcome by a mixture of pleasure and agony, Conner brought his hands to his own head, grabbing his hair and pulling hard, punishing his own scalp as a loud and drawn-out moan escaped his throat.
— Ahh... Tim... — The sound echoed through the room, sealing the fate of that afternoon at the headquarters.
Tim stood up suddenly, interrupting what he was doing. Conner watched him, confused and with his face bathed in tears, trying to decipher the alpha's silence. Without any warning, Tim positioned himself between Conner's legs and, in a sharp movement, inserted two fingers at once. The impact of the intrusion made the omega let out a sharp scream and arch his back violently against the sofa.
The burning was maddening. Tim didn't give Conner time to get used to it or relax; he began a fast and implacable in-and-out motion, ignoring his partner's physiology.
— Tim, it hurts... slow down, please — Conner begged, his voice choked with tears.
— No. I'm still being kind to you — Tim hissed, his gaze cold and disdainful. — You didn't even deserve for me to touch you, you filthy thing.
To emphasize his contempt, Tim spat on Conner's chest, staining the shirt the omega was still wearing. Conner tried desperately to push the alpha's hands away, but Tim was an impassable barrier. Drake's goal was clear: to break every ounce of pride in that omega, molding him by force into the sweet, submissive figure society expected.
Tim stopped the movement and withdrew his fingers, giving a brief second of relief. In that interval, Conner tried to curl up on the sofa, seeking distance, but it was in vain. Drake quickly shed his Robin uniform pants and grabbed Conner's leg with iron strength.
— Drake, please, listen to me! You understood wrong..
— Conner sobbed, feeling his intimate region throb from the previous invasion.
— No! You're the one who's going to listen to me, you bitch — Tim shot back, pulling Conner's leg and forcing him to lie on his back again.
He forced Conner's legs open with brutality, positioning himself at the omega's entrance. Without any additional preparation beyond the natural lubrication Conner's body produced from the stress of the impending heat, Tim thrust inside all at once. Conner collapsed into convulsive sobbing, while a groan of pleasure escaped Tim's throat the omega's internal heat was intoxicating.
Tim's excitement reached its peak. Seeing Conner's face transfigured by pain and crying was a much more potent trigger than any affection they had ever exchanged. He mentally cursed the days he was patient and careful; a "bitch" like Conner, in his distorted view, didn't deserve such treatment.
Conner pressed his hands against Tim's abdomen, trying frantically to stop him from moving.
— It hurts, Tim... please, don't move — he pleaded, his voice almost vanishing.
Ignoring the request, Tim ran his hand through Conner's disheveled hair. Without the sunglasses he usually wore, the omega's blue eyes were exposed, shining with tears and panic. Tim leaned in and began marking Conner's body with ferocity, sinking his teeth into every inch of skin. Conner's nipples were punished the most, covered in purplish hickeys and deep bite marks that sealed the alpha's violent possession.
Tim pressed his palm over Conner's chest, squeezing hard.
— If you were pregnant now, your breasts would be full of milk... and I could drink it all — he whispered, massaging the flesh with a sickly possessiveness.
Conner let out a low moan, punctuated by sobs. His image was one of absolute vulnerability dark hair messy against the upholstery and face flushed from incessant crying. Tim moved his hand down the omega's belly until he reached the navel piercing, giving it a light tug that made Conner gasp.
— If you had a child of mine in here, you'd have to take this metal out... or it would tear your skin.
— So... you want a child? — Conner murmured through the tears, his voice failing.
Tim was taken by surprise by the question, but soon a cruel smile curved his lips.
— Of course. I want it very much... — He moved his hand to Conner's lower belly, massaging the spot as if he could already feel a life there.
— Too bad... because I don't — Conner retorted, trying to use the little breath he had left to sting Tim's ego.
Tim let out a dry, humorless laugh.
— You really don't know when to shut up and accept your role as a good omega.
Without warning, Tim restarted the movements with a brutal thrust. Conner arched his back, feeling an absolute pain that, perversely, mixed with an overwhelming pleasure. Tim's hands dug into Superboy's waist with such force that purple marks would surely appear there in a few hours.
— See? This will satisfy you... it will give you the pleasure you pretend not to want — Tim growled. He intensified the rhythm, wanting Conner's moans to echo throughout the headquarters. — What do you do with Bart, anyway? Do you just rub against each other, hoping to find some pleasure in it? — he mocked, laughing at the situation.
Suddenly, Tim pulled out. His member was covered in pre-cum and the excess of Conner's lubrication. He ran his finger along the lips of the omega's anatomy and then brought it to his own mouth.
— Sweet... so sweet.
As Conner desperately tried to catch his breath, Tim pulled him by the arm, forcing him to sit on his lap. He adjusted his partner's body and, in one go, buried himself inside him again.
— Now, satisfy me. And maybe I'll let you get there.
Conner clung to Tim's shoulders, his head hanging.
— I can't, Tim... I'm tired... you destroyed me — he confessed, looking at him with pleading eyes, like a wounded animal.
Hearing that from his future omega inflated the alpha's pride. Tim smiled and delivered a hard slap to Conner's right buttock, the sound snapping in the silence of the room.
— Move, Conner!
The shock of the slap momentarily cleared Conner's tears. With an exhausting effort, he began to bounce on the alpha. Tim threw his head back, moaning loudly when Conner hugged him, hiding his face in his neck and whispering whiny words in his ear, describing how aroused and sore he was.
Tim purred, his voice coming out harsh and laden with authority
— I am your alpha, Conner.
Conner let out a shaky laugh, and Tim could see the omega's hips slamming against his, the tightness of that union being almost unbearable. In a final movement of domination, Tim gripped Conner's hips and forced him down with full violence, while sinking his teeth into his partner's collarbone. The skin tore, and blood began to flow.
— Say it! Say that I am your alpha! — Tim demanded.
— You are... my alpha, Tim... my alpha! — Conner
shouted between moans of imminent climax.
The pleasure was an agony. Tim realized they were both at the limit. He threw Conner back onto the sofa, leaving him lying there, and began to thrust with brute force. One of his hands wrapped around Conner’s neck, squeezing just enough to leave vivid red marks.
It didn't take long for Conner to reach the peak, an orgasm so intense that the fluid was thick and abundant. Tim followed immediately after, pouring himself deep inside Conner, feeling his semen fill the Superboy's womb.
For Tim, that was the height of paradise. Feeling Conner’s internal walls tightening around him in final spasms was the confirmation of his victory. He remained there, joined to the other, watching Conner’s chest rise and fall in erratic breaths while the tears continued to flow a scene Tim interpreted purely as the pinnacle of pleasure. He had to admit that this had been the most gratifying experience of his life, far surpassing the days when he had chosen to be careful and patient.
Slowly, Tim withdrew, observing Conner’s skin, red and swollen. The excess semen began to overflow, trickling down the omega’s body. In a gesture of disdain and possession, Tim delivered a light slap with his still-relaxed member against Conner’s intimacy, drawing a ragged whimper from him.
— I... I... — Conner tried to articulate a sentence, but the words died in his throat, suffocated by the state of shock and sensory overstimulation.
Tim brought two fingers to Conner’s lips, prying them open as he watched the trail of the peak they had reached. With a dark smile, he reinserted his fingers into Conner’s entrance, pushing the viscous liquid back inside.
— I’m going to make sure it all stays in there... that way the chances of you getting pregnant will be much higher — he mocked, laughing at his own comment.
Exhausted and overwhelmed, Conner ended up passing out. Noticing his partner's state, Tim took control of the situation with icy calm: he took him to the shower, cleaned the traces of that afternoon, and settled him in his own dormitory. Tim also cleaned himself up and lay down beside him, hugging him with a tenderness that contrasted terribly with the violence of hours before. He gave him a kiss on the forehead and fell asleep, feeling like the master of the world.
The next morning, the awakening brought reality. Tim opened his eyes and saw Conner sitting on the edge of the bed, with a lost look and a cornered body.
— Good morning, honey — Tim greeted, trying to hug him from behind.
The shock was immediate. Conner pushed him away violently, his eyes flashing.
— You’re a jerk! — he shouted.
— What? — Tim sat up, genuinely confused. Instantly, the air in the room became saturated with the sour scent of Conner’s irritation.
— You used me! You subjugated and humiliated me! — Conner roared, his voice thick with anger. He jumped out of bed and began grabbing clothes from Tim’s closet, dressing with desperate haste.
Panic grew in Conner's chest. The memory of Tim coming inside him terrified him; he needed to get out of there and take a suppressor or emergency contraceptive immediately. He felt deeply degraded. No alpha had ever treated him with such brutality, and what hurt most was the internal conflict: a dark part of his instinct had reacted to that domination, and he hated himself for it. His anatomy still throbbed from the sudden, unprepared invasion.
Tim watched the scene in silence, convinced that Conner was just "making a scene." He didn't regret a single second; if the omega expected an apology, he would die waiting. In his mind, an alpha owed no explanations to anyone, least of all to Conner—whom he now considered his definitive property.
— Conner, stop the drama. Lie back down here — Tim ordered, patting the empty space beside him on the bed.
Conner didn't even look back. He marched toward the door with clenched fists.
— Are you really going to ignore me after everything we did yesterday?! — Tim shouted, anger finally replacing confusion.
The only response was the violent sound of the door slamming. Conner left, leaving Tim alone.
Weeks passed, and Conner finally managed to build a barrier between himself and Tim. He avoided him with surgical precision, even during missions. His responses were sharp, short, limiting himself to an "ok" or "fine" devoid of any emotion. At Young Justice headquarters, he had become a master at not occupying the same spaces as the other.
Truthfully, it was destroying Tim’s psychological state. His alpha side felt miserable, and the urge to corner Conner, to subjugate him and put him in his place, grew like an uncontrollable storm inside his chest.
Until, on a day of accumulated tension, Tim managed to corner him in an isolated corridor. Conner, caught by surprise, was instantly backed into a corner.
— How infantile do you intend to be by continuing to ignore me? — Tim growled, waiting for any reaction from the omega, who kept his eyes fixed on the floor. Conner didn't even have the courage to face him.
The alpha grabbed Conner’s face, firmly forcing him to look into his eyes.
— Answer me, bitch.
Conner slapped Tim’s hand away with violence.
— Don’t treat me like a slut, you bastard!
— I’ll treat you however I want! I am your alpha! — Tim vociferated, pinning him even harder against the cold wall.
— You... Are... Not... My... Alpha! — Conner replied slowly, spelling out each word with cutting contempt.
— That’s not what you demonstrated when you were falling apart in my arms — Drake countered, letting out a mocked, cruel laugh right in the omega’s face.
Tim grabbed Conner’s waist and then pressed his palm over his belly.
— When I filled you with so much force that I don’t even know how you didn't get pregnant that instant...
Conner shuddered. The movement was subtle, but a lightbulb went off in Tim’s head. From the omega’s instinctive reaction, an overwhelming suspicion took over his thoughts.
— Are you pregnant, Conner? — Tim squeezed his waist with even more possessiveness. His interior was a whirlwind of feelings; after all, that had been the only day they hadn't used protection.
Conner let his guard down for a second and bit his lips.
— No... I’m not. I took the contraceptive — he confessed.
Suddenly, Tim's world seemed to crumble into a thousand pieces. Had Conner simply gotten rid of the possibility of their child? As if it were nothing?
Tim squeezed Conner’s arm, bruising the skin.
— Why? Why did you do that?! — Tim's voice came out choked, a dangerous mixture of tears and fury.
— Because I don’t want to get pregnant! Because we are too young and our child would have been the fruit of raw, disgusting sex — Conner spat the words out as if they were a relief. — We aren't even real partners, Tim... We're just friends with benefits.
Conner ran his hand over the back of his neck, showing the clean skin, without any definitive mating mark. Tim’s pheromones soured instantly. He slammed Conner’s back against the wall with brutality.
— Don't worry... I can solve that problem — Tim whispered, his voice carrying a dark promise as he increased the pressure of his grip.
Conner pushed him with what remained of his strength.
— What is your problem?! — He looked at his own arm, now marked by Tim’s strength.
— You are my fucking problem! — Tim shouted, unable to express the confusion in his mind and the despair in his heart. He could have been a father. — I’m going to fill you up again, and you won’t be able to get rid of it this time!
Conner felt panic rise in his throat, but glancing away, he saw Cassandra watching them from afar. She looked confused, indicating she hadn't heard the content of the fight. Taking advantage of the distraction, Conner adjusted his posture, pushed Tim, and hurried toward his dormitory.
Cassandra only saw him disappear down the hall and looked at Tim, letting out a light laugh.
— Trouble with Conner again? — she asked, used to seeing the two fighting like cats and dogs.
— Yes... a lot — Tim sighed, trying to regain his breath and control.
— Relax, Tim. Eventually, Conner will settle down — Cassandra smiled, having no idea of the darkness she had just witnessed.
• Time Skip (End of Memories) •
Tim shook his head, trying to push away those bitter memories. The past didn't matter as much as the now—he needed to talk to Conner and resolve this situation once and for all.
Taking a deep breath, he marched toward the omega’s room. Before he could even knock, the door opened, revealing Bart.
— Tim! What a surprise. Do you need something? — Bart asked with his usual casualness.
Tim’s stomach churned. A wave of bile rose in his throat; he couldn't accept that, after everything they had been through, Conner had chosen to take refuge in Bart’s arms, seeking the comfort that should have been his.
— Where’s Conner, Bart? I need to talk to him — Tim said, dry and direct.
— Oh, yeah! Come in. Conner and I are playing video games.
Tim entered the room, which was impregnated with a soft scent of blueberry and lavender—the trail left by Bart. Conner noticed his presence but kept his eyes fixed on the television screen, deliberately ignoring him.
— Conner, we need to talk...
The omega let out a heavy sigh and finally faced him.
— Go ahead, Tim. I’m listening — he replied, his voice laden with harshness.
Tim cast a sharp look at Bart.
— Alone. Me and you.
Conner shuddered slightly. Bart, sensing the dangerous electricity in the air, got the message immediately.
— Alright. I’m heading out... if you need anything, just call me, Conner — the speedster said before leaving and closing the door.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
— We need to resolve this once and for all — Tim began, stepping closer.
— Fine. Look, Tim, if you came to apologize, you’re apologized — Conner said, though the tone was pure sarcasm. — Was that what you expected? A plea for forgiveness? Did that boost your ego?
Anger bubbled in Tim. He felt an overwhelming urge to shut that petulant mouth and make Conner swallow every cross word. Ignoring the hostility, he placed his hand on Conner’s thighs, squeezing firmly.
— I don’t want our relationship to be hidden anymore. I want everyone to know — Tim fired off, starting to stroke the other’s skin possessively.
Conner pushed him away abruptly, his face transfigured by fury.
— Get away, you idiot alpha! — He pulled up his own shirt with a sharp movement. — Look at what you did!
The Superboy’s chest was swollen, with the skin of his nipple raw and visibly mistreated. His torso was a map of purple bite marks, some still in the process of healing, betraying the violence of the last time.
— You were an animal, a brute — Conner growled, kicking Tim’s shoulder away.
Tim felt his face heat up, but it wasn't from regret; it was a flush of desire.
— But you look so beautiful like that...
Conner stood up, ignoring the comment while putting away his comics.
— We aren't going to have any public relationship, because we have nothing anymore!
Those words were like shards in Tim’s heart. Was Conner discarding him? After everything? They almost had a child! In his warped mind, the fault was all Conner’s—that selfish omega who only thought of himself.
— I get it. You’re with Bart, aren't you? — Tim growled, furious.
Conner didn't answer, just continued what he was doing. The silence was the trigger. Tim lunged, grabbed Conner by the hair, and threw him onto the bed, pinning him before he could react.
— GET OFF ME! — Conner screamed, struggling.
Tim delivered a slap to his face, the sound snapping in the room.
— ANSWER ME! You think you’re so smart, don't you, bitch? Think nobody deserves you? Well, know one thing: you’re just another one! — Tim shouted, out of his mind.
Conner paralyzed. His eyes filled with tears that began to roll uncontrollably.
— Am I... just another one to you?
The sudden crying caught Tim by surprise, lowering his guard for a millisecond. It was enough for Conner to deliver a violent headbutt to the alpha’s nose. Tim stumbled back, hands covering his face as blood began to gush.
— Fuck... — Tim murmured. The pain and adrenaline left him strangely excited. Conner really wasn't just any omega; it wasn't for nothing that he was obsessed with him.
— I’m not with Bart, you idiot! — Conner shouted, taking a defensive posture on the bed. — We didn't do anything, but you won't let me explain! Bart only came to help me with the pheromones, bringing me suppressors and chocolate!
Tim stopped, processing the information. The anger began to give way to a tense calm.
— Then why didn't you want me to spend your heat with you? — he asked, his voice now smooth and dangerous.
— Because I didn't want to occupy your time... just that — Conner whispered, looking away.
— You would never be a waste of time, Conner. I had already cleared my entire calendar to match your heat — Tim explained, slowly approaching.
He pulled Conner’s leg, bringing him close and starting to take off the omega’s pants with a calculated calm. Tim leaned in and began to kiss his torso, blowing a soft breath over the injured nipple.
— Your body is beautiful. So beautiful... — He caressed the unhealed marks as if they were a work of art.
Conner sighed, yielding to the touch. He sat up, spreading his legs and inserting two fingers into his own intimacy, exposing himself to Tim.
— Look at what you did.
Tim observed the interior of Conner’s cleft, still swollen and reddish, clearly abused by the brutal way it had been used days ago. He bit his lip hard, feeling his own pulse quicken.
— I don't regret what I did — Tim admitted aloud, finally accepting his own perversity.
— I know... because you’re a disgusting alpha — Conner retorted with a weak laugh, while blood from Tim’s nose still dripped onto the sheets.
— I want to dominate you, to mistreat you, and make you my submissive. I want to subjugate you until you beg for a little affection... I want to ruin you, Conner.
Tim climbed over his body, discarding his own clothes. The light in the room exposed the brutal contrast: purple bruises from recent missions mixed with the marks Conner himself had left on him the day before. Drake gave no time for protests; he grabbed Conner’s leg with iron strength, opening him completely. He positioned himself and, with calculated violence, invaded the omega all at once.
— AAAH, TIM! — Conner screamed, his hands digging desperately into Drake’s hair.
Tim began to thrust without any mercy against the already sensitive and swollen region.
— This time, I’m going to get you pregnant again, and you won’t be able to deny it.
Conner’s eyes widened, panic cutting through the pleasure. He tried to push Tim’s chest.
— You didn't put on protection?!
In response, Tim delivered an even deeper thrust, silencing Conner with a sharp moan.
— No. I’m going to fill you up until my semen leaks like a waterfall from inside you. And when you pass out, I’m going to hide every single one of your contraceptives — Tim laughed, a dark sound that echoed through the room.
Hot tears began to roll down Conner’s face. It wasn't just the physical pain, but the betrayal. He had naively believed that Tim had forgotten the previous incident, that everything was resolved, but Drake never forgot. He was willing to accept Tim’s dark side, but this crossed all limits.
— Tim, please... don't come inside... I don't want to get pregnant! — Conner pleaded between ragged moans, his body trembling from the burning of the sudden intrusion.
Ignoring the plea, Tim removed his hands from his hips and brought them to Conner’s intimacy. His fingers began to massage the clitoris in the same frenetic rhythm as the thrusts.
— Fuck, Tim... that... please... — Conner moaned loudly, his mind clouded. Tim knew exactly where to hit to extract every drop of forced pleasure.
— Come, Conner. Come for me! — Tim’s pace became frenetic, his fingers moving with mastery.
Conner’s internal walls began to pulse, tightening around Tim’s member in a precursor to climax, but at the last second, Drake stopped abruptly. The silence and the sudden void made Conner whimper, his eyes clouded with desire and frustration.
— Why did you stop? I was almost... — Conner murmured.
— You want to come? Then admit it. Admit that you want to be my omega and that you want to carry my children.
Conner, driven to the limit by overstimulation and the despair of the interrupted peak, arched his chest, his breath coming in spasms.
— Alpha... please... make me your omega... get me pregnant with your children! — he yielded, the words coming out in a breath of surrender.
Satisfied, Tim flipped Conner onto his stomach, pressing his face against the mattress. He resumed the thrusts with brute force, holding Conner by the throat with one hand while the other muffled his screams against the pillow.
Conner finally reached orgasm. It was so intense that the liquid wet his legs and the sheets—the best and most painful orgasm of his life. He was exhausted, but Tim wasn't finished yet. Before reaching his own peak, the alpha sank his teeth into the back of Conner’s neck, right over the mating gland. The bite was so deep it tore the skin, making blood gush.
Conner let out a muffled scream that would have been heard throughout the headquarters if the door wasn't reinforced. Tim poured himself into him in a thick, hot flow, filling the omega’s womb completely. He thrust a few more times before withdrawing, watching with pride as his own semen was slowly expelled by Conner’s abused anatomy.
Tim inserted a finger, opening the cleft to have a clear view of the liquid descending.
— I hope you get pregnant, you stupid bitch — he said, delivering a loud slap to Conner’s buttock before moving away.
Exhausted after the whirlwind of sensations, Conner couldn't fight the weight of his eyelids and plunged into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, the first feeling was physical pain. Every muscle in his body protested with a horrible burning; it was evident he would be away from any field mission for weeks. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Tim sleeping with an expression of absolute peace, a stark contrast to the visceral shame that flooded Conner’s mind as he recalled the events of the previous night.
As he tried to get up, he felt an uncomfortable, warm fullness.
— Seriously, Tim? You didn't even pull out... — Conner sighed, feeling invaded. He tried to disentangle himself, but the movement woke the alpha.
Tim, still sleepy, gave a light, possessive thrust, drawing a low moan from Conner.
— Good morning, love... — Tim murmured, kissing the marked neck and licking the wound of the union with evident satisfaction.
— Good morning, "honey" — Conner retorted with sarcasm, trying to free himself from the arms holding him by the waist. — Let me up, I need to take my contraceptive.
Tim just watched him in silence, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips as Conner dragged himself to the bathroom. Panic, however, did not take long to arise. Opening the drawer, the omega found only emptiness. His hands trembled as he remembered the dark promise made during the act: "I’m going to hide every single one of your contraceptives."
Conner ran back to the room, finding Tim sitting on the bed, victorious.
— You fucker! — Conner lunged forward, attempting to throw punches that came out weak due to his physical exhaustion. — Have you lost your mind?! Where are my meds? I told you I don't want to get pregnant!
Tim dodged the blows with ease, laughing at the situation.
— You should be worrying about other things... like the fact that you’re leaking — Tim said, pointing at Conner’s legs, where the semen from the previous night was trickling down, staining the sheets and the alpha's skin.
— Fuck! — Conner tried to stand up quickly, but his balance failed and he nearly fell. He reached for the back of his neck, feeling the marked area swollen and throbbing. — Tim! How am I going to explain this to Superman? Or worse, to Lex?!
Tim’s laughter echoed through the room, but it ceased abruptly when Conner threw the final card:
— Stop laughing! If I get pregnant, I’ll kill you! And what about you? Have you thought about what you’re going to say to Batman?!
Tim’s silence was immediate. The reality of facing the Dark Knight seemed, for a second, just as terrifying as the fury of Lex Luthor.
— Oh, you didn't think about that part, did you, you idiot?! — Conner shouted, throwing a lamp that Tim narrowly dodged.
Tim stood up and wrapped Conner in a firm hug, whispering against his ear to calm him down:
— Relax... I’ll handle it.
— Stop stalling and bring me the meds! — Conner insisted, but received only a low laugh in response.
The following weeks were marked by relentless surveillance. Tim became Conner's shadow, a constant bodyguard monitoring his every step. When Conner tried to obtain morning-after pills from Bart, Tim found out and applied a severe punishment.
It wasn't long before Tim made the situation official to the entire Young Justice team: they were now a bonded couple. The confrontation with their mentors was inevitable. Batman accepted the situation; meanwhile, Conner's parents reacted in opposite ways: while Lex Luthor was outraged, Clark Kent, after the initial shock, accepted the union with resignation. In the end, the families yielded to the biological bond.
And, just as Tim had planned from the very first moment of his perversity, their fate was sealed.
Conner was pregnant.