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Dan was deep inside his partner, moaning and writhing, completely blissed out when it happened.
“Fuck, wanna see you carry my pup. Want the world to know who you belong to, who your alpha is.” His eyes rolled back heavily in his head.
Phil, naturally, keened in response, throwing his neck to the sky and pushing his hips ever backward, grinding impossibly closer into Dan’s warmth.
It wasn’t the first time they’d played around with the idea – breeding. It was Phil who started it to begin with, all those years ago, casually mentioning the concept of himself pink and rounded and utterly claimed while humping the thigh of his awestruck partner as if it was normal and not entirely earth-shattering.
Since then, they engaged frequently, grinding mutual knots together in reckless abandon, jaws slack, drool ever present.
Dan didn’t intend to fall for another alpha. He was 18, newly presented, and overtly curious when Phil first graced his screen. The boy was scruffy and young, slender with hypnotizing blue eyes. His videos were wildly creative and strange, topped off with sporadic edits and concepts that Dan felt were made specifically for him, alone, to understand. He’d commented before his brain could catch up, and their story unfolded from there, long, complicated, and ever so beautiful. Phil’s status as an alpha became another piece of the man Dan would soon fall deeply in love with. He wouldn’t change a hair on his head.
The thing was, Phil didn’t look like the typical alpha. His torso was thin and pliable, his hips rounded, and despite his height, he still ducked his head in Dan’s presence. The traits grew even more drastic as Dan matured, his muscles becoming more prominent and his height rising a few feet above his partners.’
Phil acted like an alpha most of the time; he’d growl and snap at anyone who dared tell him what to do, and he was undeniably territorial, especially surrounding his Buffy collection, yet he was soft with Dan. Always so soft.
The taboo nature of same-sex relationships had quelled over the years, and Dan worked tirelessly to break the bone-deep internalized stigma he held. He’d do anything to create a soft place to land for Phil. They were out now – happy, and proud, and renewed, and yet——
“What if you were an omega? My omega?”
This wasn’t new either. Phil understood, with every fiber of his being, that Dan loved him for who he was; he loved his knot, his ruts, his stubborn demeanor. The conversation about whether either of them would be better off with a traditional partner was overdone and irritating.
Once, years ago, perhaps in an attempt to test the waters, Phil took his partner to an omega ’s-only bar. Uninterested and confused, Dan had stuck to Phil’s side all night, shooting him wide-eyed, yearning glances that eventually turned into flat-out whines, whines that clearly translated to ‘Take me home right now, you complete idiot.’
They’d argued at length over the stunt, but their bond grew stronger regardless. Dan would love Phil even if he grew a third eye and turned into a beta.
And so, the older alpha had no misgivings about baring his neck and fluttering his stupidly long eyelashes. “I’m your omega,” he breathed, “Don’t you feel how wet I am for you?”
He used a stay hand to spread himself open, taking his partner even deeper than before. Dan’s balls gingerly graced his pert ass, eager and tentative all at once.
“It's gonna,” Dan panted, lost in the sensation, “It's gonna take this time. You’re not on suppressants anymore, babygirl. There’s nothing in the world stopping me from making you wholly mine.”
Phil bit back an embarrassing moan, intent on playing their familiar game. He knew what would drive Dan crazy– the inevitable impossibility of it all. The fact that, no matter how hard they tried, Phil would never biologically be his. Following their drawn-out ritual, he leaned back, inches away from Dan’s aching breath. “You have to claim me first, alpha,” he goaded, “Come on, bite me. Mate me.”
And Dan, wonderful Dan, did. He sank dull teeth into Phil’s supple skin, right on his pulse point, and came with a broken sob, the words ‘my omega’ hanging on his lips.
Phil clenched as hard as he could, intent on feeling every square inch of Dan’s knot, too tight in his body. He, too, came with a brisk cry, digging his nails into his alpha's shoulder.
Later, as the pair lay flushed and intertwined under the sheets, Phil voiced an outlandish thought. He wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of questions, often asking his tired partner useless bits of trivia such as: Do fish cry? and ‘Do you think pigeons know they used to be domesticated and now live like street rats, while most people ignore them?;
Dan had gotten quite good at fielding the questions over the years, but this one momentarily took his breath away.
“Did you know that you could actually turn me into your omega if you really wanted?”
Dan blinked twice, his body fidgeting unnaturally. Phil paid no mind to his discomfort, forging ahead like a spoiled princess. “It… It's an old wives' tale, but supposedly if a bonded pair ‘do it’ enough, they can switch genders…over time,” Phil waggled his brows suggestively. Dan responded by smacking him with a pillow.
“Tempting,” the younger alpha scoffed sarcastically, “but there are a few problems with your theory. We can’t properly mate each other, even if we really wanted to, and besides, I’m happy with the way things are.” Phil softened, pushing his head into the crook of Dan’s neck.
“Maybe it’s like marriage rules. Like, if we’ve been together for long enough, legally we’re already married.”
Dan cocked his head at Phil’s pensive tone, biting his lip in thought. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked gently, “Are you seriously considering this? I thought we’d gone through the gender crisis yearsss ago.”
The ‘process’ wasn’t entirely unknown. It was discussed on shady forums and typically labeled as: ‘Not medically advisable.’ It was extremely rare, occurring only among those truly committed to one another, but there were still scattered accounts of alphas who had successfully become omegas with their life partners' help.
Beside him, Phil’s lip had quirked upwards. “I’m just saying that we could give it a shot. Ever since we came out, I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to mate you– properly. Kids aren’t…they aren’t a discussion right now, but wouldn’t it be nice to have the option?”
Dan expected to spiral at the thought, but truly, commitment to Phil didn’t seem so daunting anymore. It hadn’t for years. But there was still so much that the older alpha didn’t seem to be considering.
“This is,” Dan licked his lips, anxious, “Phil, this isn’t a decision to make on a whim. It will change your entire anatomy. Are you sure you’re…okay with that?” Phil deflated, his tone becoming serious.
“This isn’t something out of the blue or some impulsive decision, Dan. Let’s face it, I’m getting older. I want… there’s a part of me that needs to know what it's like. I’ve thought about how it will affect both of us, and I need to know if you’re on board. If not, it's okay. I’m perfectly content continuing the way we are, I’ve seen the way you watch me, and I think…there’s a part of you that might want this too.”
Dan might as well have melted into the bed.
“And even if it doesn't work,” Phil continued, “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with fucking your hot partner multiple times a day.”
They went to bed that night, both lost in thought, but Dan knew deep down exactly where this was headed. Phil always got what he wanted in the long run.
It took three weeks for any visible changes to appear, and by then, both alphas had given up hope that the process would work at all.
They were running late for a podcast shooting, both whizzing around on a mad dash to gather their belongings, when Phil suddenly paused, shirtless in front of their large bedroom mirror.
Dan was seconds away from admonishing the break in their rhythm when he heard his partner's soft gasp. Protective and worried, Dan followed the noise. He placed a concerned hand on Phil’s soft shoulder, only then looking down to see what was wrong.
No, wrong wasn’t the correct word to use.
Phil had the gift of remaining petite and agile, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. The attribute had always made Dan wildly envious. Despite his thin stature, however, he wasn’t necessarily curvy.
Until now.
Phil's waist visibly curved in at a delicious angle, giving way to the ass that Dan had glorified for years.
Dan’s hands quickly found their way to Phil’s sides, prodding and instantly obsessed.
“Do you think…” Phil trailed off, placing his hands atop Dan’s. The change seemed to have occurred overnight, but neither wanted to get their hopes up, so Dan bit his lip sadly.
"Let's not jump to conclusions just yet," he offered, with the soothing gesture of stroking Phil's curves up and down.
Deep down, though, Dan knew. While riding in the taxi and filming the podcast, he couldn't stop staring at Phil's white t-shirt because it fit him differently than before.
Weeks later, on a well-needed getaway to Vietnam, the second change occurred. Each day, they carved out time to revel in each other's company, bodies meeting lovingly as they whispered affirmations of their lifelong bond into the void.
“My baby,” Dan huffed, licking up Phil’s chest on a private strip of the beach. He noticed, but didn’t mention, that the hair on his partner's sternum had become thin and light, barely noticeable without a trained eye.
Later, as Dan applied after-shave to his four-day stubble, Phil stood beside him, brows furrowed as he considered where to apply his own shaving cream. It didn’t occur to him until later that there wasn’t any need for him to shave anymore.
That night, as Dan took care of him, he came shamefully fast just from the younger alpha’s tongue wrapped slyly around puffy nipples.
Were they bigger than before?
Perhaps the most undeniable, earth-shattering change, though, occurred the day after they returned, jetlagged and wildly clingy for a pair that just spent a week with nobody but each other.
Phil knew something was different within him. He felt dependent in a way that would make him laugh before, like he needed to be surrounded by Dan 24/7, and the younger alpha didn’t seem to be doing much better. He mouthed teasingly at a tender spot on Phil’s neck. The feeling went straight to Phil’s cock, hard and wet and demanding against Dan’s thigh.
“We can’t go again,” Phil sighed, stroking a sad thumb against Dan’s pouted lip. “Our jizz is still drying from earlier. It's disgusting, even for us.”
“B–” Dan started, whining as Phil sushed him gently.
“No buts. Except our butts. In the shower.”
He laughed at his own joke, beaming as Dan fought a grin himself. The younger alpha took his outstretched hand reluctantly, making a show of dragging himself out of bed, but when they stood beside each other, Dan froze.
Alarm bells rang in Phil’s head, and he patted Dan’s cheek, desperate for a response. It took him far too long to realize that he was reaching upwards instead of straight out. He opened his mouth in shock, treading carefully, but Dan shook his head, herding them over to the same bedroom mirror in the corner of the room.
It was official. Phil was short. He stood with his head just above Dan’s neck, the perfect level to nip and suck, and bite.
Phil stared at himself in a daze, standing on his tiptoes experimentally. He still didn’t reach where he used to. Though the sudden shift warmed Phil’s stomach–implications and all, Dan remained silent, waiting like a statue behind him.
When Phil studied his face, it was deep red and stunned. On instinct, he began growling, a low rumbling deep in his chest.
“Dan,” Phil whispered, placing a hand over his partner’s heart. “Is this….” his eyes trained on the ground in worry, “Is this okay? Is it too much? We can stop if—”
Dan didn’t reply; instead, he gently lifted Phil (more easily than before) and repositioned them both on the bed, pulling Phil close so his back was pressed against Dan’s chest. Dan’s hands trailed slowly and deliberately along Phil’s legs, his touch firmer, bolder, sliding up the inside of Phil’s thighs until Phil shivered. His hands explored with intent, kneading and squeezing, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. When he reached Phil’s stomach, he traced slow circles with his thumbs, each motion dipping a little lower, breath hot against Phil’s ear. As Dan’s lips found Phil’s neck, his kisses turned needy—- open-mouthed, tasting, leaving Phil gasping for more.
Scenting was new to Phil. Alpha pairs didn’t do it often, as it was a bit redundant; their scents wouldn’t change much, if at all. Dan, ever jealous and protective, still liked to have some possessive claim over his counterpart in the face of the world – often sending Phil off wearing one of his sweatshirts, or insisting that he wear a piece of his jewelry to let the world know that he was definitely taken.
Even when the pair was in the closet, Phil wore Dan’s pennant under his collar at all times, thumbing over it when nerves rose, or stares became too intense.
Now, however, the sweatshirts and jewelry weren’t needed. While Phil’s unique scent hadn’t quite developed, Dan’s permeated his space like never before. It was rich, like fresh leather and expensive linen, and Phil was devastated that he’d gone 16 years unable to luxuriate in it. He wanted to roll, lick, absorb.
It wasn’t until much later in the evening that Phil made Dan grab the measuring tape. He dutifully didn’t stand on his tippy toes, despite the urge to, and was shocked to find that his height had been diminished to 5’11, not even breaking the 6ft mark anymore.
At this realization, Dan grunted all over again, and the process continued, perhaps even more heated than before.
So far, Phil had taken his changes in stride. Really, his life carried on like normal. They filmed the podcast and met with neighborhood friends who offered only sidelong glances. Sure, he was a bit shorter, and he could no longer grow a beard, but with some inventive measures, none of it was too glaringly obvious.
Until today.
Omegas in general were more feminine in nature, so really, Phil should’ve been expecting this.
He still wasn’t ready.
He woke up on his own, whining for the comfort of his mat….partner. He stuck his arm out, only to find the bed cold and empty. Frowning, he switched on the light. Coffee wafted gently from the kitchen, so Phil assumed Dan was wandering around the house somewhere, but he was perturbed that the alpha had the gall to let him wake up alone.
Codependency was not one of the side effects of bitching. Definitely not.
No matter. Phil lifted himself out of the bed regardless, on a mission to give Dan a piece of his mind, when he felt something different. Height was one thing; this felt heavy in a different way.
He moved nervous hands down the expanse of his body, only to cup something that absolutely wasn’t there before. In a flurry, Phil returned to the bedroom mirror and whipped off his shirt, and sure enough: the tissue in his chest had formed well and true tits. They weren’t large, not by most standards, but they were enough for his alpha to cup, enough to suck and feed, and definitely too much without a bra.
Phil tried anyway. He pulled on his regular white t-shirt and cringed at how the fabric hugged him. There was absolutely no hiding this.
Dan chose that moment to call him into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Phil hastily grabbed Dan’s sweatshirt from the nearest corner of the floor, snuggling happily into the scent. This would have to suffice for now.
Dan adored Phil in his clothing and happily nipped at his partner’s ear at random intervals throughout the day, unconsciously taking the hoodie string between his fangs. He was, however, confused when Phil remained a bit less responsive than normal. He shrugged into himself, becoming as small as possible, and when Dan tried to ask, the other alpha brushed him off easily.
The revelation came that night, wrapped in each other’s soft embrace. The pair had retreated to their pristine white sofa. The sound of a familiar film played softly in the background. Phil was lost in the midst of some childhood anecdote he’d probably told Dan at least seven times already when the younger alpha’s hands began wandering meditatively, brushing against silky skin.
Phil bucked up to greet the touch, more sensitive than ever before these days. He let out a soft keen, allowing his head to lull back against Dan’s strong shoulder. His vision blurred out, a blissful shade of yellow dancing around the edges. He’d probably stopped talking at some point, but Dan’s voice took his place, whispering reverent praises. The words themselves were muddled, but the intonation held insurmountable amounts of love and appreciation.
“So beautiful,” he managed, sliding a thumb between Phil’s plush lips. “God, I love you. I can’t believe I went 18 years without you. It seems like far too long. We deserve infinity together.”
Dan rarely spoke about the future. Something about the unknown brought him right back to the teen who spent night after night staring into the void of a dark bedroom with no hope for who he would become. Even after 16 years together, marriage was off the table, despite the bone-deep understanding that their souls were inextricably tied.
All of this to say, the clear, unstuttered proclocation of ‘forever’ traveled to Phil’s heart. It wasn’t a surprise when the tears came. He thought of the past few months alongside the rest of their time together. He’d gone through changes, physically and emotionally, and though they were jarring to Phil, who’d grown used to his lanky limbs and rough skin, they only seemed to drive Dan deeper in love.
And so, with that thought quelling his racing nerves, He didn’t flinch when Dan’s hand moved languidly up his torso, long fingers tracing the sensitive lines of his ribs before slipping beneath his shirt. Phil’s breath caught as Dan’s touch grew bolder, before finally, finally landing on his chest.
He sucked in a breath as Dan’s path stopped, caught in a moment of astonishment and curiosity. Phil kept his eyes firmly shut as Dan unfroze, his breathing ragged and deep, filling his entire sternum like a balloon.
He found his way back to Phil’s budding chest, eyes locked on the obvious change. If Phil weren’t such a coward, he’d see the primal hunger stirring without his partner. Dan radiated a raw, animalistic desire, eyes dark with need. Slowly, as though scared to spook him, Dan let out a pathetic whine and began kneading, his palms delivering a delicious pressure.
“Phil,” Dan breathed, his voice weak and raw, “Bub, can I…?” He lightly tugged on the hem of Phil’s shirt. Only then did the alp–omega open his tear-stained eyes. He nodded viciously, the fabric suddenly too much on his erect nipples.
Dan wasted no time, yanking the shirt off and throwing it across the room with a newfound strength. He was probably much stronger than Phil now…
Now, with his bare chest exposed, Phil looked down at himself, his tongue wetting his lips in a strong mix of arousal and fear. He avoided Dan’s gaze, thumbing over his own breasts contemplatively. “They’re, umm…I forgot about this. I mean, I guess I knew it was going to happen, but we can stop if— if you’re freaked out. Everything has been a lot so far…I don’t think they’re going to get any bigger…except maybe if I have your pups, b—”
“Stop.” Dan sounded positively wrecked. His eyes were glassier than Phil had ever seen them (including when the young alpha was tied up to the pole above their bedframe). “If you say pups again, I’m literally going to cum in my pants like a fucking loser.”
Phil beamed, hiking a smaller leg around Dan’s waist and pulling him closer till their chests pressed together. At this angle, he could reach out and nip at his partner’s ear, so he did just that, whispering along the way, “I’m going to be so full of your pups that I’ll forget what it's like to be empty.”
Dan, predictably, did come in his pants, face flushed and grinding filthily against Phil’s plush thigh.
Later that night, when they’d eaten and recharged, he spent hours taking Phil apart, worshipping his chest until Phil forgot how to speak, a strong tongue forever biting, licking, and panting on nipples that remained alert and puffy.
In the following weeks, his chest did swell slightly, much to Dan’s pleasure. It petered out around a C cup, rare for male omegas, but Phil still found great amusement in teasing Dan with them— forever the imp.
They’d been mostly staying out of the public eye, especially as Phil’s transition became harder to hide. Dan could just see the news article now — “Daniel Howell, internet sensation, bitches partner, Phil Lester…”
Bitching wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was still heavily controversial in their culture, often sending misgivings about participants as though it wasn’t their choice. He wanted to protect Phil from the prying eyes, to hold him close and growl at anyone who dared to even look at his mate the wrong way.
In fact, Dan had become more protective of his partner in general, getting hot under the collar at internet edits he hadn’t before and standing in front of him in work meetings. It's not that Phil couldn’t hold his own; Dan knew from personal experience how stubborn his partner was, but Phil was genuinely glowing these days. He fought the urge every single day to keep the precious omega strictly for himself.
Omega.
Phil was well and truly on the cusp of becoming a true omega. Towards the end, the transformation battered his body, wracking him with relentless cramps and waves of nausea that left him sweating and shivering, his skin clammy and pale. Dan hovered, refusing to leave his side for even a moment. He dashed to the store at odd hours, looking like a bedraggled rat, only to fetch his lover the single Cadbury Creme Egg he’d been craving all day. He fed him Ribena through a thin straw and petted his hair until his breathing evened out, and he fell asleep purring against Dan’s collarbones. It was days before the pain became even semi-managable, but neither would want to relive it. Dan cursed himself for even suggesting this to begin with, unable to look at Phil’s furrowed brows or paper-white skin that he’d only seen one other time before.
After the storm, however, something about Phil’s demeanor was different. His tone was almost always sultry, powerful enough to bring Dan to his knees. He walked with an elegant gait and sat himself in Dan’s lap at inopportune times, pleading for touch, and who was Dan to deny him? He’d palm over Phil’s (noticeably) smaller cock, biting his lip as the pathetic cocklet rested close to his partner's groin.
His smell had similarly ramped up, fresh and fertile, and Dan swore he had his nose shoved in the junction of Phil’s neck for multiple hours of the day. He could happily live there.
Everything unraveled on a random Tuesday.
An unspoken electricity hung between them for days, turning every interaction into a subtle contest. Their banter grew sharper, more competitive, each joke a challenge in disguise. When
Dan suggested a casual game of Mario Kart, and Phil didn’t just accept; he flipped him off and declared that he’d never lose. The air between them crackled with the thrill of rivalry, both determined to come out on top.
As their cars raced around the track, Dan kept his eyes on Phil, watching patiently as the omega grew redder and redder. Eventually, he let out a shaky breath and whipped his shirt off, his supple breasts resting tantalizingly for Dan to take in.
He almost crashed his car, veering back on the path just in time for Phil to surpass him. With two laps to go, the omega remained laser-focused on the race, his little tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth.
Dan knew that Phil was leaking slick before the omega caught on to it himself. He could smell it from a mile away, fresh and gorgeous.
He supposed Phil had never gone through a heat before and wouldn’t know the signs just yet, but if it was anything like a rut, he figured they had less than a few minutes until it crashed into both of them at full force.
“Phil,” Dan rasped, his mind far away, “Do you still have your nest made up in our room?”
The nesting period occurred a week ago, though Phil had unconsciously been building one from the very beginning. Their shared bed was scattered with Dan’s old Manchester Uni sweatshirt, a few sweaty gym tanks, and the fluffy blanket from the catboy photoshoot, along with Phil’s old green and blue bedsheets that he’d taken from deep within the utility closet.
“Why are you asking about my nest?” Phil replied sassily. Dan could hear the eyeroll. “This is why you’re losing. Focus on the game.”
“I was just curious,” Dan hummed, still keeping a watchful eye. “You feeling okay?”
“Yeah, why?” Phil and his one-track mind would kill them both. Dan loved him so much.
“Your shirts off, to start.” Phil hummed, seemingly unbothered.
Moments later, a few things unfolded at once. His car raced over the finish line, and the omega jumped up excitedly, pumping his fist in victory, when copious amounts of slick poured out, dripping softly down his legs. Sickly sweet. Dan had never salivated faster in his life.
“Oh,” he gasped, running a hand over his soaked pant leg.
Yeah, Oh. Dan thought unhelpfully.
“I’m in preheat, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
“Have I been torturing you all day?”
“Also, yes.”
Without thought, Phil took his slick soaked hand and walked into Dan’s space, looking shyly under his eyelashes and sticking it under his partner's nose. “Taste me?”
Dan took the fingers into his mouth, his mind a livewire. Phil reacted just as strongly to the feeling, another wave of slick pushing out of him.
“Can we go to the nest?”
Dan didn’t have to be told twice. He scooped a pliable Phil up bridal style and easily traversed the steps, his body going hazy as Phil mouthed mindlessly at his shoulder.
Once they reached the bed, Phil’s breasts bounced as he was guided onto his back. Dan loomed over him, lovely and eager, and out of his mind with arousal. His hands closed gorgeously around Phil’s ivory wrists.
They didn’t knot each other often when they were both alphas, one because anatomy didn’t allow for it, and two because it often led to a few days of being unable to walk, and the recovery didn’t make sense with their busy schedule.
That wasn’t to say they didn’t do other things, but Dan hadn’t properly popped a knot in ages, and here he was, looking down at the love of his life—— this had to go down as one of the happiest moments of his life.
He let out an excited growl, stifling it between Phil’s damp thighs.
“Gonna…fuck, gonna give you my knot, baby.”
Phil writhed in response, tears gathering in his eyes. He broke one of his wrists free and began carding through Dan’s curls, neck thrown back in anticipation. “God, Dan, breed me. Please. Wanna be yours.”
Dan moved to play with Phil’s cock, thumbing over the tip, toying with the small thing, enjoying Phil’s pleasured, frustrated whines until the omega bit his arm. “St— Don’t play with me right now, I’m in heat. Its mean. Need to come from your knot. Need you inside me yesterday.”
Trust Phil to never lose his commanding edge.
Dan, for once in his life, obliged. He reached for the lube, but Phil fixed him with a blissed out grin. “Don’t really think you need that anymore,” he winked, using a hand to present his glistening omega pussy. Dan bit back a groan, trying to make good on his promise not to tease, but he couldn’t resist a taste. He leaned down and swiped his tongue across the hole, lapping up the vanilla scent for as long as he could until Phil cried out again.
Then, finally, he pumped his cock a few times for good measure and used an arm to prop Phil easily on his hands and knees. Phil, in his heat-muddled state, protested despairingly. Dan froze at once, staring at him in concern.
“Don’t stop,” Phil breathed out, “Just…I want to see you. Want to look in your eyes.”
Dan’s heart exploded. He tucked Phil across his chest, relishing in the fiery warmth, and flipped him over, locking eyes once they were back in position.
“You ready for me, baby? Ready for me to fuck your omega pussy?” Phil lost track of everything that wasn’t Dan, his alpha, thrusting in and out with a previously untapped strength. Distantly, he was aware that Dan was palming over his tits, shelling out praises like it was his job. Phil supposed in a way, it was.
They came seconds apart, screaming each other's names as if they were trying to create an echo chamber. Dan’s knot took hours to go down, but Phil didn’t mind. It felt like it belonged there, like he was always meant to be Dan’s omega.
“My alpha,” He whispered for good measure, brushing Dan’s hair from his eyes as the alpha purred louder than ever before. “Did so good, my baby.”
Later, when the heat died down and they’d returned to their bodies, Phil announced with a startled gasp that they’d almost missed Fryday, a scared tradition.
Dan had Deliveroo open in record time, checking all the dips on the app.
When their order arrived, they situated themselves side by side on the floor in front of their living room table, feeding each other a stray chip every so often.
Phil was content, pink and glowing in a way that sent shivers down Dan’s spine. The omega, however, couldn’t sit still. He rocked back and forth, tapping Dan’s knee with a socked toe. When he sucked his lip in, Dan intervened.
“What's on your mind there, babygirl?” Phil blinked at him, stunned.
“Don’t act surprised, we’ve been together 16 years. I know when my omega wants something.”
My omega
“I want—-” Phil started, then seemed to change his mind. Dan met him halfway,
“Look, you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger. Whatever it is, the answer is probably a resounding yes.”
“Okay,” Phil bit his cheek, “I want you to mate me. Properly. I want the bite. I know it's stupid and silly, and you don’t agree with ‘forever’ but we can do it now and feel weird without it, empty, and it doesn’t have to be a marriage proposal bu—-”
Phil, once again, didn’t pause long enough to see that Dan had already agreed. He didn’t stop his monologue until Dan was actively panting against his scent gland, poised and ready.
When Dan bit him, Phil felt the threads of a million years falling into place, their souls, already bound across multiple universes and storylines, melded together. Danandphil, a unit, forever and always.
The way it was always destined to be.