Archive of Our Own

This new alpha was pushing at Grace’s patience.

Lightyears away from any society he’s ever known, and he still managed to be seated with some alpha as his only human company! Grace didn’t mean to be so against alphas, but come on! He disliked omegas nearly just as much, but he at least sympathized with them for all of the hardships they go through.

Grace was a beta. He was happy as a beta. He didn’t want to be anything else. 

Was he maybe a little sexist? Sure, but come on! Alphas and omegas were so bothersome all the time! Their ruts were making them angry, their heat was making them brain dead, the scent of the alpha in the classroom right next to them was distracting them, the omega secretary was being a tease to them, ugh! It was always something with them. 

In Grace’s opinion, betas were far better. They didn’t go through those annoying mating cycles, they didn’t experience scents, they didn’t let their biology dictate their behavior, and they were just overall more level headed. Maybe he was a bit prejudiced. 

He liked to think he was valid in his hatred for alphas and omegas, the most he interacted with them was during parent-teacher conferences and on Stratt’s Vat, where he had to do so much mending when people let their biology get the best of them. They were the sole cause of so many sleepless nights. He couldn’t stand them.

His own father had been an omega. His mother was an alpha, but she died when he and Colt were born, so she didn’t count. His father was a massive asshole and constantly blamed his sour mood on “his mate being gone!”

Court was an alpha. Enough said there.

Colt, he wasn’t actually sure. They had been separated in the foster care system, so they didn’t grow up together. He didn’t know if he’d presented or not. If he did, he was probably an alpha. He did those stunts for that one alpha, Tim Robert? Something like that.

Point is, he’s been constantly surrounded by stupid alphas and omegas constantly throwing a fit about their biology!

Now, Simon.

He’s trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, Simon had just been rescued from a blood ocean and lost a limb as well as all of those mutations he had. He’s gone through a lot! Grace could handle an alpha being aggressive and territorial for a few weeks.

Or so he thought, at least.

Simon was fairly adjusted now, but for some reason he still hissed and growled at Grace every time he even stepped near his house! He was on the other side of the biodome, for crying out loud! Grace was here first!

He was 90% certain that Simon had already scented the entire dome. He was eternally grateful that he couldn’t smell pheromones.

He was a pretentious little man and Grace didn’t like it. He should be allowed to go check out on the garden without being growled at! It was like a pissing contest that he didn’t want to participate in every time they saw each other. He was sick of it.

So he started to stay in his house more often. He left to teach his classes, that’s it. The less interactions with Simon, the better.

Rocky was equally irritated by Simon. He stopped by every morning before Grace’s classes and they talked. He’d admitted offhandedly that Adrian was spending more time with Simon and helping him adjust here.

“What?! That jerk is taking everything, I swear!”

“Grace not like Simon, question?” Rocky perked up.

“I hate him! He’s an alpha, which I wouldn’t care about if not for the fact he thinks he owns this whole dome now just because I’m a beta!” Grace huffed.

“Rocky thought was alone on this! Adrian like Simon, is bad bad bad!” Rocky said. 

So their morning meetings turned into gossip sessions. Back when he worked at Grover Cleveland Middle School, he had a group of teachers that he would eat lunch with every Friday and they would complain about all of the staff and students or their parents that annoyed them. It was some of his fondest memories.

“I can’t even leave my house without him acting like I’m gonna kill him! I only step outside for my classes anymore!”

“Simon need separate biodome!”

“I don’t wanna tell him that, he’s gonna get pissed at me! He’s staking his claim all over the place, he’s not gonna leave without a fight!”

“Must remove Simon!”

“Rocky! You can’t do that!”

“Grace is wimp!”

“Rocky is crazy!”

They were very productive. 

For the past week, Simon has been working in his garden every day. Adrian was usually with him, sitting and probably talking. Rocky would occasionally join them if he needed to go through a sleep cycle, curling up in the ridges of Adrian’s carapace and dozing off.

Grace wanted to join too.

He didn’t.

He stayed in his home and ignored the tears springing to his eyes, instead cleaning up around the house. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Normally, he was a mess, but recently he couldn’t stop cleaning. It stressed him out and he couldn’t sleep or rest if something was out of place.

It only went away when Rocky stopped by.

Whatever. Add it to the list of things wrong with him. Who cares.

He’s been so sore, too. His whole body ached for no reason. He had taken to sitting down during his classes instead of standing and pacing around. He didn’t keep the pebbles’ attention as well, but it was better for his body.

He was tired on top of all that. It made him grossly emotional, and he was a very confidently emotional guy! He wasn’t afraid to cry if he needed to, but this was just out of hand. He woke up in tears, composed himself, limped to the door to let Rocky in, talked with him, parted ways, limped to his classes, then went home and cried some more while he cleaned. Then he passed out somewhere while he was grading and woke up later that night to eat something on the off-chance he remembered and then went to bed and repeated the cycle.

It was uncomfortable. And he didn’t know what was going on with him.

One day, Rocky told him he wouldn’t be able to stop by in the morning because of some meeting or whatever that he had to go to and Grace broke down sobbing. He was hysterical and he couldn’t even figure out why! He’d gone days without seeing Rocky before! Why was he sobbing?!

“Grace?! Grace leaky, why leaking, question?” Rocky asked, alarmed. He pressed his carapace against Grace in an attempt at a hug.

“I don’t—I don’t know! I’m just—guh!” Grace whined, wrapping his arms around Rocky and nuzzling into him like some pup. He hadn’t whined since he last saw his brothers.

“Grace not want Rocky leave, question?”

“No, bud. I don’t. I’m just—I’m a mess this week. I’ll be fine, you go do your thing,” Grace mumbled weakly.

“Rocky make Adrian visit.”

“Adrian visits Simon in the mornings, you know that.”

“Adrian visit Grace instead. Need more than Simon.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Grace not fine.”

“Rocky, come on. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Grace leaking when Rocky not visit!”

“I’m just emotional!”

“Why emotional, question?”

“I don’t know? My body hurts and I’m tired.”

“Grace hurt, question?! Adrian medic! Rocky get!”

“No, don’t leaveeee,” Grace whined, wrapping himself more firmly around Rocky. Seriously, what is wrong with him?

“Grace say Grace hurt, Rocky fix.”

“I’m just sore. I don’t know what’s up with me, I just need to get over this.”

“No, Adrian come.”

“Adrian not come.”

“Adrian come.”

“Adrian stay with Simon.”

“Simon and Adrian come!”

“What?”

“Grace need company! Simon need company! Adrian do both! Simon and Adrian come to Grace.”

“That’s a stupid idea.”

The next morning, he limped to his living room and dozed off on the couch, his cup of coffee half-drank and abandoned on the table. He would have to actually finish grading his papers soon, but that was a later problem.

There was a knock on the door and he groaned loudly. “I’m coming, Rocky!” He mumbled, foggy and out of it.

He pushed himself off of the couch and stumbled into the doorway on his way to the front door, mumbling angry words. He smelled something from outside, like iron and ozone. The team in charge of the biodome must be trying something new out.

“Didn’t you say you were gonna be gone today?” He asked, opening the door and resting his pounding head against it, eyes closed. He didn’t wanna be standing, he wanted to sit under a cold shower and go back to sleep.

“Rocky is at thrum.” 

Grace opened his eyes and blinked blearily at Adrian and Simon, both standing at his door. Simon looked irritated and on edge, looking at Grace like he was going to attack him. Adrian seemed calm, but they always seemed calm.

He closed the door.

“You two can go,” he mumbled, turning and limping back to the couch.

He heard the door open behind him and he let out an irritated growl despite himself. He didn’t even know he could do that, honestly. What was up with him?

“Rocky asked Adrian to check you out. Said you weren’t healthy,” Simon grumbled.

“I didn’t know you could even talk to me, the only conversation we’ve had so far is you growling at me,” Grace huffed, falling onto the couch and pulling his quilt around himself, curled up and hidden. It felt oddly safe.

“I… am sorry. I haven’t been the best neighbor.”

“You haven’t.”

“Adrian look over Grace now, question?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Rocky say not fine.”

“Rocky is a liar.”

“Rocky not lie.” Adrian shuffled closer to Grace, gently petting him through the quilt. He would have been embarrassed by the way he sighed and melted in relief, but he was too out of it to really register it.

“Is he sick?” Simon asked Adrian.

“Adrian not sure. Grace cooperate, question?” Adrian asked, running their claws through his hair.

“Yeah,” Grace mumbled, mindless and out of it. He didn’t know where Adrian figured this out, but it worked. He was practically putty like this.

“Good. Where Grace body hurt, question?” 

“All over. Head ‘n stomach and thighs mostly,” Grace said. He would do anything they asked as long as their hands didn’t stop petting him.

“How long, question?”

“Week.”

“Why not tell Rocky or Adrian or Simon, question?”

“Didn’t wanna,” Grace mumbled, eyes closed and head pressing into those warm hands. They were so soft… and smelled good. Was this a new edition of their xenonite suits?

“He smells like…” Simon trailed off with a tiny growl, and Grace let out a little whine. He didn’t have the mental capacity to feel embarrassed about it.

“Adrian know what wrong.”

“Mhm,” Grace mumbled mindlessly.

“Grace in heat.”

“Yeah.” He pressed his head into those warm hands.

Wait what?

“Wait, heat? I’m not an omega,” Grace mumbled, opening his eyes. Adrian wasn’t anywhere near him, they were on the floor typing on their laptop.

Those hands ran through his hair and subdued him. He couldn’t help melting into the couch. 

“Adrian research human presentations and secondary genders, know much. Grace not behave like beta, Rocky worried. Adrian knew Grace was omega.”

“Not an omega,” Grace weakly complained. His eyes fluttered shut.

“When pups traumatized, presentation will postpone until safe environments are available. Grace finally presenting.”

“I’m not,” Grace whined.

“You are, Angel,” Simon said from above him. His hands were gently scraping Grace’s scalp and soothing his mind, leaned over the back of the couch. 

“How’d you know? Dumb… alpha… person.”

“Because you smell like heat and you’re nesting. Not to mention this,” Simon said, gently pressing his hand against Grace’s nape. It wasn’t quite grabbing, but if he tightened his grip it would be.

Grace shuttered and his back arched without his permission, a high whine leaving him.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re okay, you did great,” Simon soothed, removing his hand and petting him once more. Grace was somewhat aware of the pathetic whines he was letting out.

“Simon stay with Grace for heat, question?” Adrian asked.

“I’ll stay with him, yeah. He needs someone to look over him. Not safe to present alone,” Simon said, and now Grace realized that the iron and ozone he was smelling earlier was Simon.

“Wha’shappenin’?” 

“I’m gonna take care of you, okay? You’re gonna get a nice and comfortable nest and I’ll stay with you the whole time.” Simon shushed Grace’s whining and picked him up gently, quilt in tow.

“Simon take care of Grace good! Adrian will put Simon in Erid atmosphere!”

“Don’t yell, he’s sensitive to everything right now,” Simon chastised, carrying Grace down the hall and to his room.

“I’m an omega?” Grace asked no one in particular, just the universe. This was so humiliating… was this what all omegas go through when they present?

“Yeah, best omega I’ve ever seen,” Simon cooed, gently laying him into his bed. Grace preened under the praise.

Maybe omegas did deserve to be a little dramatic every now and then…

“Are you here with me? I’ve gotta ask you something and I need a response, can you do that for me?”

“Uh huh.” Grace nodded.

“Do you wanna make your nest by yourself or do you want me to do it? I can help you if you’d like to be the only one touching the supplies.”

“Nest?”

“Yes. You need a nest. You’re an omega going through your first heat, you need it. Most omegas are guided through their presentation by their family members, but I’m here to substitute instead.”

“Oh.”

“I need an answer, Angel.”

“Answer what?”

“Would you like to make your nest by yourself, or do you want me to do it? Or you can do it yourself with my guidance.”

“You.”

“Me? I need more specifics, Angel.” Simon ran his wrist over Grace’s neck, making his mind go delightfully fogged up.

“Want… you do it. But don’t stop touching me. Feelssonice,” Grace purred, letting his whole body press into Simon’s. It made his brain hurt less when Simon was touching him.

“Okay,” Simon said. “Do you have anything specific you want in your nest?”

“You.”

“I’m gonna be in your nest. I’m talking clothing, bedding, anything soft or personal. Anything?”

“Want you.”

“Okay. So free game,” Simon sighed.

He tried to get up to do something, Grace didn’t really know, but it made him irrationally angry. “Don’t,” he growled, pulling Simon back by his shirt. He kept his face buried in the alpha’s chest. It felt nice.

“Angel, I have to go get your nesting supplies. I can’t make a nest without stuff to use,” Simon tried to reason.

“No. Not leaving. Not allowed.”

“Fuckin’… sorry, Angel,” Simon murmured, leaning down. He grabbed Grace by the back of the neck and squeezed gently, being careful not to dig his nails into the sensitive skin. Grace went limp and his brain fogged up even more.

Then, Simon leaned down and did… something. Grace wasn’t really all there, but the only thing he registered was Simon’s overwhelming scent shutting his brain down and leaving him in a fuzzy headspace where nothing was real.

When he could feel his limbs again, he was pressed against Simon’s chest once more. They were both in the middle of the bed and the alpha was organizing bedding into walls keeping them cozy inside. He wasn’t sure where the bedding had come from, but that wasn’t really his problem.

He shoved his face tactlessly into Simon’s neck, rubbing against him like a cat. There was a rumbling in his chest that he half-registered as his own purring. Weird. He’d never been able to do that before.

“Hi there. You’re back with me?” Simon asked, his hand that had originally been holding Grace up against him now pressing into the back of his head to keep him against his scent gland. He melted and let Simon keep him there, completely out of it. There wasn’t a single thought in his head.

“Not fully, apparently,” Simon sighed, petting him.

　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.

This omega was going to kill him.

Simon had been dragged through hell and back in that blood ocean, he didn’t know how he survived any of it. Maybe he did die back there.

Regardless, he’s here now. Adrian hauled his ass out of his sub and dumped him in the biodome. He was sectioned off by himself for the first few weeks, sick and radiated and confused. It was those weeks that he got close with Adrian. He owed them his life. 

Then he got better and was shown his house. And he scented the entire perimeter because, well, obviously he would. It’s his house! He’s allowed to mark his claim on his property. 

Then Rocky was introduced to Simon and they… didn’t really get along. Rocky was too hyperactive and had none of the calm nature Adrian did, and he didn’t seem to like Simon. It was a little confusing since he was probably the first “alien” they’d met. Or something. 

“Simon not like Grace.”

“Simon is not Grace, statement.” Adrian collected their mate in their arms.

“Who’s Grace?”

“Adrian not tell Simon, question?” Rocky tapped his mate through their protective barriers.

“Did not come up.”

“Who’s Grace?” Simon repeated.

“Grace is original human. Across biodome.” Adrian managed to sound monotone, somehow. Simon didn’t know singing rocks could do that.

“There’s another human and you didn’t tell me?” Simon hissed. This was bad, it was probably another alpha that he would have to fight for the right to stay here or something. It happened all the time in prison, territorial disputes between cellmates occurred every other day.

“Apology. Grace awkward and nervous. Would confuse Simon.”

“Adrian!” Rocky chastised.

“Is true, statement,” Adrian said, setting their mate on their head. Body. Carapace. Thing.

“I’m sorry, we’re glossing over the fact that there’s another human here. Where are they? Across the biodome?”

“Yes. Simon meet Grace, question?”

“Yes, I’ll meet Grace. Is he going to attack me? Should I prepare for a fight?”

“No! Humans not fight!” Rocky complained.

So, Simon met up with Grace. His house was homey and had a domestic vibe to it, something that set little alarms off in his head. Grace couldn’t be an alpha, his home didn’t smell like one. No alpha would let their house be unscented, Simon himself had practically drowned his in his pheromones.

Grace opened the door and his theory was confirmed. He smelled dull and mild, like the medical ward he’d been held in not that long ago. It was slightly milky, like he hadn’t—

“Oh my god!” Grace shrieked when he saw Simon.

They didn’t get off on the right foot.

Simon kept himself away from Grace, something about his scent threw him off. He was a beta in theory, but something in Simon’s mind screamed at him that it was wrongwrongwrong. Besides, Grace lived there first and if he really wanted, he could probably hurt him.

He was sweet to Simon at first, trying to stop by and spend time together, get to know each other. Simon had responded by shutting the door in his face and hiding in his nest till he went away. He knew it was rude, but it was better to have the—the beta away from him. 

His mind kept telling him to grab Grace and bury him away in his nest, smother him with his scent till he was a gooey, purring, slicking—

Betas don’t purr. They don’t slick. They don’t melt when an alpha scents them. Grace was not an omega, no matter how much Simon’s brain told him otherwise.

It was better to keep his distance. If Grace was separated from him, he wouldn’t be as inclined to act on his baseless thoughts.

Then Adrian mentioned how Rocky was worried for Grace because he was acting off. Too tired, emotional, weak, all of it. 

“Mate want Adrian Simon to stop by Grace house in the morning. Want Grace have company and want Adrian to check what wrong with Grace.”

“He’s sick?”

“Rocky not sure. Adrian will figure out. Grace clean much.”

“That sounds like… never mind.”

“Simon tell.”

“It sounds like a presentation, but… he’s well past the age for presenting,” Simon explained.

“What presentation?”

“It’s when a pup develops their secondary gender. They’ll go into a rut or a heat depending on what they present as. Betas don’t go through one.”

“Grace showing signs of what presenting?”

“An omega presentation, I guess. He’s weak and emotionally unstable and tired, also that cleaning could just be him nesting. His body’s going through a biological change to allow him to get pregnant and have all of the stuff omegas do. If he was presenting, that is. But he’s too old for that.”

“Adrian research.”

So they went to Grace the next morning and Simon was nearly knocked on his ass. The whole area around his house smelled like heat and needy omega. Simon informed Adrian as much.

“Simon help? Adrian not have scent to soothe omega, Simon has.”

“I’ll help. Yeah.”

Then Grace was there, opening the door and looking flushed and tired, practically dead on his feet. When he closed the door, Simon was pushing it back open before Adrian could even tell him.

He trailed after that omega and found him curling up with a cozy quilt that was covered in his scent, nesting without even consciously thinking. He couldn't help but lean over the couch and run his hands through Grace’s hair, scenting him and soothing the agitation that was surely settled deep in his bones.

He bit back a growl when Grace melted under his hands, letting out little noises he wasn’t sure he was consciously making. This angel was an omega, there was no doubt anymore. Simon exchanged a look with Adrian.

Grace denied it. No surprise there, Simon couldn’t imagine thinking he was something his whole life and then being thrown into this. But, as much as he’d like to gently soothe Grace through his acceptance of his new identity, they didn’t have much time.

He pressed his hand to Grace’s nape and bit back another growl when he arched his back and whined, his body automatically craving that attention. It would send chemicals up to his brain that tell him to present and let an alpha pin him down and breed him like he wanted.

He soothed him once more, apologizing when the omega whined out. He was probably dying for a knot to ease him along, but he wasn’t ready for it yet. He didn’t even have the parts yet.

So Simon gently took him to his bed and winced at the total lack of a nest. He knew that betas didn’t need them, but sometimes they liked to just have them for a comforting feeling. It would have made this easier.

Grace wouldn’t let Simon pull away to get nesting materials. He was growling at him every time he slightly pulled away. Simon really didn’t want to be bitten, but he needed to go get those supplies before Grace was really truly deep in his heat.

He scruffed the omega. He wasn’t proud of it, and he did it as gently as he could, but it was the only way to successfully pull himself away from him without risking a meltdown. He gently grabbed Grace by the back of the neck and when he went limp, he leaned down and flooded his senses with his scent. That way, Grace would at least be in bliss while Simon pulled away.

Eden had made sure to make everyone aware of how to subdue an irritated omega, they didn’t like taking chances. Omegas that managed to go into heat were to be moved to a safer place, but that didn’t always translate well when they were fogged by heat. They were to be scruffed, and that would send their whole body into a pliant, gooey state. It was a little traumatic for them, though. Their brains were fogged but they were still very well aware of everything happening to them, just unable to fight back.

At least when he scent bombed Grace, he would be happy and unaware while Simon was gone. He probably didn’t even register that Simon left.

When he came back to himself, he plastered himself against Simon while he was making the nest. He helped Grace bury himself in his scent gland, only feeling a little bad for all of this. His omega was happiest when scent drunk, Simon’s pheromones numbing the searing pain that was probably going through his body.

Simon remembered the agony from when he first presented, chained to his bed where he couldn’t hurt anyone. It hurt so incredibly bad, he probably wouldn’t have even been able to fight anyone if he wanted to.

He was ripped out of his thoughts by a tongue licking at his scent gland. “Fuck,” he breathed through his teeth, his hand tightening in Grace’s hair.

The omega whined against him, little kitten licks turning into teeth nipping his neck. He was so desperate, poor thing.

“‘S okay, it’s okay, Angel. You’re gonna go through a lot of changes in a short time, but I’m not leaving you, okay?”

“Uh huh. Alpha, alpha,” Grace mumbled against his neck, licking over Simon’s adams apple.

Shit, Simon was so fucked.

　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.

Grace was dying. He’s in a fiery pit of hell and this is how he dies. Not in space. Not from starvation. Not from bodily injury. But a heat. 

He was way too old to be presenting! Everything hurt! So bad!

He woke up in a puddle of his own fluid. He was half convinced it was blood based on the pain from between his thighs, but it was clear. Slick. He could produce that now. Gross.

He reached out blindly and found a firm, hard body laying next to him. Too much clothing, too much all of it.

He pawed at his shirt and pants and whined in agony as he fumbled them off, pulling his boxers off as well since it was just toomuchtoomuch! He felt a little pathetic like this, leaking like a faucet and writhing in pain, naked from head to toe.

He pressed his thighs together weakly. This was unfair. He was in too much pain to be as horny as he is.

He gasped and looked down at his groin. 

What the fuck!!??

He had a vagina. No dick. No balls. He was leaking slick from a vagina. His.

Admittedly, his cock hadn’t been very big before this. He’d heard somewhere that small cocks were typically a sign that you would be an omega, but he had brushed that off a long time ago. It was smaller to allow an easier time when it came to presenting. A big cock would hurt a whole lot more when it rearranged itself.

Oh god! He can get pregnant now!

Amidst his horror, there was a newly revealed part of himself that was overjoyed. Yes yes yes! Pups! Wanna have pups! 

He was horrified.

Simon stirred next to him slightly and Grace whined, suddenly overcome with need for his alpha. Alpha needs to make this all better!

Not his alpha.

His alpha.

Not.

His.

Ugh, it was useless fighting himself.

He blindly reached towards Simon and grabbed his shirt, pulling himself closer. He needed his alpha’s scent all over him. He needed his scent all over his alpha.

He threw a leg over Simon, tugging himself closer as he buried his face into his neck, gulping his scent down like it was air. It practically was for him. 

He was climbing on top of Simon’s chest in an instant, a deep, primal need to be pressed against his alpha overtaking his body. He bit and sucked at his scent gland, whining. He couldn’t help the way his hips rolled and he was distantly mortified by his behavior and the fact that he was dripping slick all over the place, namely on Simon’s crotch.

He pressed his hands under Simon’s shirt and against his abdomen, biting firmly on his shoulder to muffle a pathetic whine. He wanted all of those clothes off.

He squeaked when there were firm hands on his hips, guiding his grinding. Simon’s thigh hiked itself up to give Grace something to really grind on and he let out the sluttiest noise he’s ever made. He was so easy for this stupid alpha.

“My poor omega, did you wake up all needy for me?” Simon cooed against Grace’s ear.

He was a little embarrassed by the slick that gushed out of him at the mere sound of his alpha’s voice. “Ye—yeah,” he squeaked, trembling. He was so close already.

“I’ve got you, Angel. I’m just so mean to you, aren’t I?”

“Uh—uh huh,” Grace mindlessly agreed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Simon’s grip was firm and unyielding, not allowing Grace so much as a moment to calm down or process. He couldn’t help whining and burying his face into Simon’s shoulder.

“Ah, bad, don’t hide from me,” his alpha scolded, holding Grace’s hips still and refusing to let him move now.

He whined again and pulled his face away from his shoulder, looking back up at Simon with his hazy eyes.

“That’s my good boy, you just need someone to take care of you and tell you what to do, huh? So perfect for me, my good omega, gonna be so perfect for me through this heat, huh?” Simon praised.

Grace wasn’t sure if he was being condescending or not, but he honestly wasn’t against it if he was. He nodded dumbly and gushed more slick. Simon surely felt it.

“You like it when I praise you? Like it when I tell you how good you are?”

Grace nodded again.

“You’re so perfect, such a good omega. I’m gonna take such good care of you, my pretty omega.” Simon guided his hips into another steady grind, the slick he was leaking making the slide easier.

“Alpha, alpha,” Grace whined, pawing at Simon’s arms. He was losing his mind. He would have never in his life dreamed of addressing someone as alpha.

“Yeah, angel? What do you need from me?”

“Off, off, please please off,” Grace begged.

“You want what off?”

“Shirt, all of it. Too much clothes,” he complained. 

“Anything you want, angel.” Simon rolled Grace over to pin him down against the nest and made a show of pulling his shirt off, totally teasing.

Grace couldn’t help his wandering hands or the slick dripping out of his cunt at the sight. He dragged Simon down into a messy, wet kiss.

When he pulled away, he was gasping and wide eyed. “I just kissed you. You kissed me back.”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you so calm about this? You hate me. I hate you. We hate each other,” Grace panted.

“What? I don’t hate you, Angel,” Simon said, a hurt noise. “You thought I hated you?”

“I—yeah! You growl at me all the time and look like you wanna hurt me!”

“I would never. You’re my perfect angel. I was being a dick. I could sense your presentation and I freaked out, I was a total asshole. Will you forgive me?”

“You—oh god. This is so much,” Grace whined, covering his face.

“I know. I know,” Simon cooed, gently pulling one of Grace’s hands away from his face to nuzzle against his wrist. “I’m sorry. I should have just come over here and talked to you instead of assuming I was wrong.”

“I have a vagina!” Grace said, mostly just to the universe. There were tears in his eyes now, his whole body hurt and he was still painfully horny and he wanted to do so many things he’d never even thought of before. “Why now?!”

“I’m sorry, Angel. It must have been my fault. My scent and pheromones around you probably kicked your omega into overdrive and it reared its head.”

“‘S all your fault,” Grace whined, weakly hitting Simon in the chest.

“I know. I know,” Simon soothed. He collected the weeping omega into his arms and petted him.

“I’m so horny. This is terrible. Do omegas always go through this?” He whined.

“More or less. They usually don’t have all of the searing pain down here, it’s more concentrated to the brain,” Simon explained, his thick fingers gently wandering down to rub between Grace’s folds.

He keened, thighs instinctively closing. “Why does it h—huh—hurt now?”

“Well, your body just went through a big change. It had to prepare you to take a knot like your brain probably wants,” Simon gently explained, slipping a finger inside his pussy and crooking it up to massage against his walls.

Grace would have been embarrassed at his stupidity if not for the pleasure that shot up his spine. “Alpha!”

“You like my fingers?”

“Love—huh! So good,” Grace whined. Unfair, he probably had a lot more experience with vaginas than Grace did. 

“My omega wants me to keep him all full of my fingers?”

“Want—want your knot, breed me,” Grace begged. It shocked him, the filthy words leaving his lips. Any and all thoughts that passed through his brain fell out through his mouth while he tossed his head back against Simon’s shoulder.

“You sure about that? A tiny thing like you might not be able to take my knot the first time.”

“Pleasepleaseplease I’ll be so good, I’ll take it, it’ll fit, pleasssee,” Grace pleaded as another finger nudged him open.

“Sweet thing. I’ll give it to you,” Simon appeased, crooking his fingers up to press against something wet and quivering inside of himself. It had his back arching tense like a live wire and his legs slamming shut, his cunt spasming around those intrusions. His nails dug into Simon’s thighs.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—“ Grace begged, lovely and desperate.

“I’ve got you, relax. Let me play with you, Angel. Can’t fit my knot in if you’re not loose enough, can I?”

“N—no you can’t,” Grace answered, forcing himself to open up enough to allow Simon the space to toy with his cunt.

“That’s right. This sweet pussy’s so tight, just gotta take you apart instead. That sound nice?”

“Yesyesyes,” Grace whined.

Simon pressed his two fingers into Grace and scissored them apart, kissing his neck with all the love and adoration he could give. It was sweet. Grace would have loved to just lay there with his affections if not for the annoying heat settled in his veins.

“You gonna come for me?”

“Pleaseletme,” Grace begged.

“You can come. I’m gonna make you feel so good you don’t stop coming. My pretty angel, my perfect omega,” Simon cooed.

He pressed a third finger inside, and the callouses of his hand brushed against a twitching, gentle area, oozing with sensitivity. Grace tensed up and cried out, clawing Simon once more. His orgasm was sudden and unyielding, his alpha didn’t let up on his fingers even one time. 

“Alphalphalphassoooogood!” Grace sobbed, turning his head to press it into Simon’s neck and smell him.

“Pretty thing. You’re doing so good. Feels good to come on your alpha’s fingers?” Simon asked him, ducking down to kiss Grace’s bare shoulder.

“Ye—yeah.” Grace slumped, his orgasm running dry. He was pliant and lax in Simon’s hands as he gently guided Grace down into the nest. He whined when Simon’s thick fingers pulled out.

“Good. I’m gonna knot you, okay? Are you alright with that?” Simon asked, gently running his thumbs over Grace’s hips.

“Yeah. Knot me,” Grace purred.

Simon growled, and Grace couldn’t help the responding gush of slick. “We’re gonna get you some water after this, okay? Can’t have my omega dehydrated, making all of this lovely slick for me,” He purred, wrestling his pants and underwear off.

Simon’s cock was… huge was an understatement. It was thick, long, and achingly hard. It looked like it would cause intestinal damage to Grace. He spread his legs before he even registered he wanted to.

“Sweet thing, so needy. Already gave you an orgasm, but you just want my knot, don’t you?”

“Pleasegimmeyourknot,” Grace pleaded, turning his head to try and hide his face.

“Ah ah, bad, don’t hide from your alpha,” Simon growled, grabbing Grace by the chin and pulling him into another wet and messy kiss. It had him whining into Simon’s lips and writhing against him.

“Gonna be good for me and let me see?”

“Be—be good,” Grace mindlessly agreed.

“Can you lift your legs and wrap them around my waist, please?” Simon guided, helping his quivering legs.

“Good?” Grace asked.

“So good,” Simon confirmed. “I’m gonna press in, but I’m gonna be slow. You can tap out anytime you want, okay? Tell me and we stop,” he soothed.

“Don’t wanna stop,” Grace whined.

“We don’t have to. It’s an option in case you need it.” Simon began guiding his cock head to Grace’s cunt.

Grace instantly scrambled to grab onto Simon, gasping at the tiny stretch. He was so overwhelmingly sensitive, there was absolutely no reason he should be gasping like this already. Simon barely pressed against him!

His alpha, unfortunately, took that as a bad sign. “Too much? We can wait until—“

“Nnonono alphapleasefuckme!” Grace dragged his nails up Simon’s back, trying to pull him in. His legs tightened around his hips.

“Oh. Yeah, I’ll fuck you, anything you want. Just got a little worried for a moment,” Simon soothed, gently pushing his cock back against Grace’s pussy, bullying his way inside. “I’m so mean, denying my omega the knot he needs. I’ll have to make it up to you, won’t I?” Simon cooed, leaning down all close and personal. It didn’t feel like he was looming over him and fucking him into the mattress, more so just easing his omega through his heat. Simon stayed close, it made Grace embarrassingly wet.

“Pleaseknotme, wantyourpupssobad,” Grace begged.

Simon’s cock twitched and he buried himself a little deeper. “Angel, I can’t be gentle with you when you beg like that.”

Grace moaned like a whore, clinging to Simon. “Dontbegentlepleasse, dontwantgentle,” he pleaded.

“You’re gonna regret that,” Simon panted into Grace’s neck, pressing his hips into the bed. His alpha was slamming their hips together in an instant, and he barely had the time to cry out in pleasure/surprise before he was starting a harsh pace and fucking him into the nest.

Grace had a brief moment of calm after that. His alpha’s cock plunging into the deepest depths of his newly developed cunt, pinned into a nest, covered in his scent and in his room, it all felt so right. This was everything Grace had been longing for on Earth. Linda was a beta, an actual, proper beta, she wasn’t the alpha he needed. She wasn’t this gentle, unyielding man. She wasn’t Simon.

It was a little embarrassing to present so late, but he supposed it was better later than never. He was a little glad he’d held off presenting for so long, if he’d presented on Earth then he’d probably forced himself to settle with some subpar alpha and having kids that he liked but didn’t love and he’d never become a scientist. He was glad it had taken him this long.

And it didn’t hurt that his alpha had such a big cock, either.

“Ohffuuckk, Simon! Alpha, oh god!” Grace babbled, mind oozing out of his ears. Simon was railing him into a sense of oblivion he’d never felt before, and he’d tried his fair amount of drugs. No acid had ever made him feel as good as Simon does. He thinks he’s purring, but he can’t tell when his whole world is being rocked like this.

“Yeah? You like it when I pin you down and make you take it? Want me to be mean to your pretty pussy?”

“Yeah! Please!”

Simon fucked him harder, nipping and suckling on Grace’s newly developed and highly sensitive scent glands. It felt so good, he never wanted this to stop. 

Maybe omegas really didn’t over-exaggerate their heats. Maybe when they said they ascended, they meant it. He was ascending, at least.

Simon bit down on Grace’s shoulder to muffle a deep grunt as his hips jerked deeper, hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.

Maybe they were exaggerating. None of them slept with Simon. They had shitty alphas from Earth. He was the only one with a claim on Simon.

Grace let out a breathless sigh and grabbed Simon by the hair, yanking him into another kiss that was mostly teeth and panting into each other’s open mouths. “Mine,” he whined.

“Yeah, yours, baby.”

Grace was overcome with a sudden need to claim his alpha. He pushed on Simon’s shoulders to make him sit up.

“Did I do something wrong?” Simon asked, his scent tinged with worry as he quickly sat up. He went to pull out, but Grace sat up and pounced on him. 

Simon fell onto his back and Grace landed on him, pussy clenching and quivering at how the movement stirred that fat cock inside of him. He buried his face into Simon’s neck and whined loudly, licking the area. He felt like a whiney dog, desperate for attention.

“Angel?” Simon growled, trying to keep up with what Grace was doing. His hips jerked and his cock was fucked deeper into Grace’s cunt.

Grace bit down.

Simon tensed up underneath Grace and his hips jerked once more, a spurt of pre-come hitting against a sensitive wall.

“Shit. Shit,” Simon rolled them over once more, pressing Grace into the bed and hooking his hands under the omega’s thighs. He pressed his legs up and started fucking him with a raw intensity. He made sure to not jostle the teeth in his neck.

Grace bit down harder and clawed Simon’s chest, muffled, sharp noises leaving his lips.

Each sharp thrust was rewarded with a quiver around his cock and nails digging deeper into his pecs. His knot was rapidly filling, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it inside of Grace. 

He slammed his hips against Grace and pressed his knot in right before it got too big to pull out, then he started grinding and stirring up his insides.

Grace tossed his head back, a little bit of blood smeared across his lips as he moaned. He smelled like he had been knocked up already, bliss and pleasure and claim. He bared his throat and whined.

Simon’s teeth were a soothing balm to his aching neck, and his cum was a soothing balm to his needy womb. Seeded and claimed. It had a nice ring to it.

He wished he had been able to stay awake just a bit longer, but he was exhausted. He fell asleep like that, knot tugging at his cunt, keeping him full of cum, and teeth in his neck. It was beyond pleasant.

　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.

Simon woke up to a warm, wet feeling around his cock and whimpering in his ear. It was a nice way to wake up.

He was greeted with the sight of his omega bouncing in his lap, head tossed back and trembling, too horny to really care that he was jumping someone in their sleep. Not like Simon was really complaining, though. Not when his angel looked so nice and desperate.

The teeth scarring against his neck was a nice addition.

He was happy to lay there and let his omega take what he wanted, but it seemed like Grace was struggling a little. He was new to being an omega, he didn’t know any of the tricks to pleasure himself.

Simon’s hands found Grace’s knees and he gently soothed his omega, rubbing when he startled.

Grace whined, open and desperate. His hips faltered and fell to needy grinding, stirring up his organs. It would be cute if it wasn’t so arousing.

“Don’t stop, I was enjoying the show,” Simon teased.

“Alpha, please, need you, please,” Grace pleaded. It was cute. Thinking he’d take over just because he batted his eyes and looked pretty.

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Keep bouncing. Keep making yourself feel good for me, okay? I’ll make you come so hard your pretty eyes roll, but you gotta keep pleasuring yourself, Angel,” Simon cooed.

Grace immediately started bouncing again. 

Was it a little cruel? Sure. He didn’t know how long Grace had been at it, but lifting yourself over and over and over again to ride someone was probably exhausting, and his angel was already tired from his heat. He wouldn’t be forcing him to ride him for very long, just long enough so he could get himself off. Then, Simon would take over.

He let his hands wander, trailing up his omega’s thighs, thumbing over his hips. Then, he pressed his thumb against Grace’s slick clit and started rubbing.

The reaction was immediate. Grace gasped and faltered, hips pressing down and devolving into pathetic grinds. That wouldn’t do.

“What did I say? Keep pleasuring yourself,” Simon chastised, his thumb pressing firmly to his clit.

“Pleasepleaseplease—“

“Grace. I’ll stop, you can go back to getting yourself off by yourself,” Simon threatened. He wouldn’t, actually, but a little empty threat never hurt.

“You—mean, you’re mean,” Grace whined.

Simon was about to apologize and fuck his omega like he should when Grace started well and truly fucking himself on Simon’s cock. His head fell back and his hands clutched his alpha’s shoulders. He was making the sweetest little noises ever.

Simon’s thumb resumed its rubbing and it didn’t take all that long at all before Grace was squirting all over his alpha. He nearly fell, but Simon caught him.

“I can—I can do that?” He asked, breathless and fucked dumb.

“Yeah, if I make you feel good enough.” Simon rolled them over and pulled out.

“Noo, where are you—“ Grace started to whine, but he was quickly shut up when Simon flipped him over and hiked his hips up.

“I’m gonna mount you until you’re knotted and bred like you ought to be,” Simon explained, guiding his cock back into Grace’s dripping pussy.

His omega moaned loudly into the pillow he was clutching, his pussy giving a valiant flutter around Simon’s cock. He was gonna fuck his angel into next year.

As he pulled his hips back and slammed his cock back in, he couldn’t help the flare of glee in his gut. He liked watching the mixture of cum and slick and all of the stuff inside of his angel froth up at the rate he was fucking him, he liked knowing his omega was bitched and knotted, he liked seeing the claiming bite against his miles of soft skin. He liked knowing this omega was his, well and truly.

He couldn’t wait till he was pupped.