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Jason couldn't deny that he was new to this whole Pack thing.
His own had been ripped apart by the legal system, poverty, and drugs. Willis had been a good father for the short time Jason had him, but he never properly mated Catherine. Something Jason came to learn was from the wretched mating that he and Sheila had suffered through.
So Catherine remained unmated, and when Willis went away, Jason grew to resent and fear the alpha and beta men she fell for when the loneliness and fear got to be too much.
Impermanent, scarring, and not the best education Jason could've had on how to be an alpha. The ones who crashed on their couch always wound up abandoning Catherine and harming her more than their presence ever did.
His other role models were no better. Bruce had some half-assed excuse for a Pack that he barely maintained, and Ra's and Talia lived by Pack rules so old that few remaining on earth still followed those conventions.
Despite the lack of any guidance, Jason was determined to be a better alpha for his omega.
Dick moaned, arching his back and pushing himself further against Jason's lips. Jason sucked and licked around his clit, holding Dick in place by the hips.
The omega's scent was drippingly sweet with arousal, want, and calm security. Jason could've preened. He wasn't a half bad alpha to Dick's instincts.
Even if he struggled a bit on how to fit into a Pack.
"Now this is a sight I like to see." Bruce declared, having managed to enter into their flat without a sound.
Jason ignored him momentarily, pushing a finger into Dick's wet hole and making the omega moan desperately. He kept at it until Dick was crying out louder, body tightening before he came.
Jason scraped a hand across his mouth, and pushed his fingers into Dick. Dick let out a whine, still trembling from coming but responding beautifully to Jason's touch. "You're back early."
"The bugs were easier to plant than you might think." Bruce informed him, in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes were fixed on Dick, likely breathing in the intoxicating smell of Dick's pleasure flooding the apartment. "I'm glad to see you've had no trouble keeping busy."
Jason smirked, thrusting his fingers deeper into Dick, who was clinging to the sheets. "Don't pretend you brought us along for any other reason." This mission was a fucking joke, and just an excuse for Bruce to fly them to some separate penthouse far from Alfred and the other occupants of the Manor.
Bruce didn't deny it, smiling slightly as he approached the bed. "You got him nice and open for me?"
"See for yourself." Jason withdrew his fingers and pulled Dick upright.
Dick clumsily kissed Bruce, half-drunk. "Welcome back." Dick purred against his lips, drawing Bruce in for another kiss.
Jason watched them hungrily, eyeing the gorgeous lines and curves of Dick's body. He liked to fuck around with all of Bruce's stupid rules, but he couldn't deny how handy it was to always have Dick naked in Bruce's rooms.
Bruce broke the kiss, turning Dick over neatly. "You can fuck his mouth, if you want."
"I fucking earned it." Jason replied and Dick rolled his eyes. But he did obediently open his mouth, looking up at Jason as he got filled from both ends.
Jason always enjoyed the haziness that clouded Dick's sharp features, the drooling around his cock as Bruce bottomed out inside the omega.
"Fuck he looks good like this." Jason remarked breathlessly, gently moving himself in and out of Dick's mouth, feeling the graze of Dick's plush lips around him.
Bruce started fucking Dick, both their thrusts pushing the omega around on his knees. Bruce groaned, large hands squeezing bruises against Dick's hips.
The smell of Dick's slick doubled and Jason gripped his hair, finding it harder and harder not to just drive into Dick's throat. The omega's tongue was stroking him-- his mouth tight on him--
Jason came before Bruce, and enjoyed watching Dick's jaw go slack as Bruce roughly slammed into him. When Bruce finished the omega was shaking from overstimulation.
Bruce hushed him, holding Dick to his chest.
Maybe it was the sadist in him, but Jason enjoyed pushing Dick to that point. He knew his omega-- bit on the insides of both thighs-- liked it too. Dick's satiated scent was proof enough of that.
"Come on, you gotta drink some of this." Jason insisted, getting Dick to down some electrolytes. "Fruit? Just like two pieces."
Dick gave him an exhausted, plaintive look.
Jason melted. "Okay fine."
"He'll eat them." Bruce said, shaking his head at Jason. "You're too soft." They made sure Dick got something before the omega passed out between them, utterly relaxed and checked out in a way Jason knew Nightwing wasn't capable of.
Jason watched, a little hypnotized by the lulling rise and fall of Dick's back.
"You'll learn." Bruce said, correctly figuring out Jason's thoughts yet again. "There's no instruction guide, but you are his alpha. You have to make sure he's taken care of."
Jason raised his eyebrow. He vividly remembered Bruce turning Dick's ass red with a paddle just to prove a point to Jason. Jason could practically still feel the heat radiating off of Dick's skin after Bruce made them fuck.
Bruce seemed undeterred. "Everything has a purpose, Jason. You're coming to realize that slowly."
Jason hummed. "Maybe." He glanced sideways at Bruce, bodily tired but his mind awake in some strange, pensive mode. "How'd it start? You and him?"
Bruce got a faint smile. "During Dick's first presentation heat. It was a mission, a real one. Me and Ollie took turns deflowering him."
"Oliver Queen?" Jason repeated, incredulous. Mr.Omega-Rights-Activist-himself? The one who made it a point of pride about his alpha-alpha pairing with Dinah?
Bruce raised his eyebrows, shrugging. "He wasn't complaining too much. Hell, I had to keep him from marking up Dick." He and Jason shared a dark look. "But when the mission ended, I didn't think Dick was ready for what it meant to be my omega."
Jason had wondered about that. Wondered how Bruce and Dick could've been mated when he first joined. He didn't like the idea at all. Somedays he still found it hard to wrap his head around the all-consuming control Bruce had on Dick.
Dick didn't seem to buck against it too much. Yeah he fought back on Bruce's strategies, ideas, inputs on Bludhaven. But not on Bruce's authority as his alpha.
He did enjoy giving Jason lip though. Which Jason didn't mind one bit.
"I let Dick try to find another Pack, make his own if he wanted." Bruce said, looking down at the sleeping omega. Jason could scent the possessive turn Bruce's scent had taken. Starfire and Roy remained sore subjects for Bruce, and sometimes even Barbara, if she seemed too close with Dick. "I claimed Dick when he was older and more settled. After Tim brought him back into the fold."
Bruce stroked Dick's hair.
Jason thought about that. He decided to voice something else that had been nagging at him. "You made me Pack... before him." Was he meant to be a replacement for Dick?
"He's my omega, and you're a second alpha. It's different, I didn't have to claim you." Bruce nodded. "I knew your presentation beforehand."
"I was a late bloomer."
"You were obvious." Bruce scoffed. "Anyone on the street could have guessed your designation."
"Yeah right." Jason rolled his eyes, settling further back on the pillows. He was starting to get tired, and he could feel Bruce's eyes on him. "Did you always see this coming?"
He meant their arrangement.
"Yes." Bruce said, so confidently that it shocked Jason. "I just had to wait for you to see it. Understand what exactly made you challenge me, drew you to him."
Jason's eyes softened as they landed on Dick. His mate. "It's not weird to you? That we share him?"
"Packs have worked like that since time immemorial." Bruce waved a hand. "Pupping him might be complicated, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Jason let out a sigh. He hadn't even been thinking about that. He did understand, intuitively, that there was a difference between the levels of the Pack. He understood that he and Dick were separate from the rest in a way they understood too.
"Another mini you." Jason remarked sleepily, trying to defuse the tension.
"Hm." Bruce sounded amused. "It'll be hard to tell all our pups apart."
Jason made a half laugh, slipping into sleep and missing what Bruce said next.
When he woke up, Bruce was sitting at the computer, with Dick kneeling before him, warming his cock.
Dick must've been running his mouth to end up there, Jason could spot the red marks on his ass from the bed.
But he'd always had a softer spot for their omega than Bruce, who enjoyed putting Dick in his place.
Jason hopped in the shower before rejoining them, helping Bruce figure out their next moves in the mission.
It was light work, and Jason wasn't stupid enough not to join all the dots. This was Bruce's version of giving them a honey moon. Letting Jason figure out his own place in the pack in the only circumstance any of them would allow it.
That reallization made some of Jason's remaining wariness, the feeling that he was only here by accident fade. Jason stole Dick halfway through it, only half listening to Bruce as he kissed the naked omega in his lap. God, how'd he missed out on this for so long?
He was gentle with the omega, making all his kisses and touches sweet. Dick was shuddering with pleasure, spoiled as of late by Jason.
"I'll make us something to eat." Bruce declared.
"You're awfully quiet." Dick commented, eyes narrowed at Jason.
Jason huffed, looking away momentarily.
"What is it?" Dick asked softly, their foreheads touching.
Jason breathed him in. "I'm still processing all of this. Yeah, Dick, still." He ran his hands down Dick's smooth, muscled back.
Dick's laugh was quiet. "I'm not going to break."
Jason knew that. He still couldn't shake what he knew of omegas. What he remembered of Catherine, sobbing on the bathroom floor as another deadbeat abandoned her. Of the worry he sometimes got when he and Dick argued and hurt flared in their bond. God that bond.
Jason loved it and feared it equally. Feared feeling his failures amplify in them. "I want to take care of you."
"You do." Dick murmured against his lips, hips rolling against Jason's. "We'll take care of each other."
Jason groaned. "I like the sound of that."
"I figured." Dick smiled.
Dick rode Jason, balancing himself on Jason's lap with one hand against the wall.
Jason stared at him, a little breathless. He'd never envisioned himself as part of a functioning pack. As lucky enough to have Dick as his own.
He stared at his omega, feeling him clench around him, seeing his beautiful body in motion. It felt right. It felt perfect.
Dick keened against his ear. Jason vaguely sensed Bruce somewhere around them, scent protective and interested all at once.
Jason thrust up into Dick, gripping his omega tightly.
Affection, no, something more than that, bloomed inside the bond, warming Jason from the inside.
Jason groaned as Dick rose and fell onto him, their mouths chasing each other, Dick's hand gripping his hair.
He had been unwanted, beaten, cast out, left for dead. He was never supposed to get any of this. Have normalcy. Have a future.
But here he was, in this little unit of a pack, making it work.