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They had thought there was something wrong with him.
In a world where your scent meant everything T’Challa was born lacking a gender scent. It had caused an uproar in the birthing room and his father had tasked Wakanda’s best doctors at examining his son. They couldn’t find anything wrong hypothesized that maybe his scent glands were somehow damaged during fetal development. They couldn’t even determine if he was going to be an alpha or a beta. The best they could do was tell his Baba that he would present as normal and then his designation would be obvious.
T’Challa grew up knowing he was different. It didn’t bother him much, until his Baba came back from America with his cousin Erik.
Erik.
Just thinking of his name was enough to make T’Challa shiver. He remembered when his Baba had first introduced them after a trip to America.
His Baba had simply said they were kin. That they were Cousins. And for a while T’Challa was happy to have someone to play with that wasn’t a drooling baby like Shuri.
But the excitement didn’t last long.
It was clear to T’Challa that wherever his Baba found Erik it must’ve been filled with evil because Erik was mean. When no one was looking he’d hit T’Challa and sometimes he’d even go as far as to pseudo scent mark him leaving bruises on T’Challa’s waist as he held him down and nuzzled his neck.
It bothered him a lot and when he had finally gathered enough courage to bring his concerns to his Baba to T’Challa’s surprise he was the one that got scolded.
“Don’t be weak T’Challa.” His Baba had said “What kind of king will you be if all you do is submit?”
T’Challa had shrugged angrily and said nothing if he wasn’t defective maybe he’d stand a chance. Looking to his feet he blinked away the tears gathering in his eyes. He didn’t want to appear weak.
“Maybe you should try to be more like your cousin.” Baba continued oblivious to the emotional turmoil in his son as he looked over paper work. “He’s going to be a fine alpha, I can tell.”
“Okay Baba” T’Challa had muttered feeling defeated. Baba had never said he was going to be a fine alpha, in fact his Baba rarely said anything on what he thought T’Challa’s designation would be.
Life wasn’t fair, and he hated stupid Erik for making it worse.
~
From there on Erik’s behavior towards T’Challa had only escalated.
His mother told him as they both grew and presented Erik’s attention would lessen and he’d find someone else to focus on.
She was wrong.
Erik had presented first. As expected and it was like as if popping a knot overnight changed his whole demeanor. One morning while T’Challa, his mother and Shuri were eating breakfast Erik stalked in.
His scent filled the room while his demeanor exuded confidence. No longer the sweet scent innocent scent of a child, now Erik’s scent was the hot heavy scent of a viral alpha.
Both T’Challa and his mother averted their eyes. Erik was now an alpha and was technically now considered in higher status than the beta queen and her unpresented son.
When his eyes finally met Erik’s, it took all of him not to squirm under his gaze. It was fiery and seemed to convey desire? Hate? T’Challa mentally shrugged he didn’t know exactly why Erik was looking at him strangely like that but He knew it meant nothing but trouble.
~
It started with Nakia and the need to be free.
From the moment T’Challa and Nakia met they hit it off. She was a beta and because of that she was fun, accepting and easy going. She possessed that sort of freedom that T’Challa craved. She would listen to his fears as he passed the normal age for presentation and she never made him feel bad for not particularly wanting the throne.
He was smitten, but careful. T’Challa knew how Erik could be. If he found out that T’Challa was alone with her he would flip.
So, before he came back to the palace he always made sure to go running. So that her scent wasn’t lingering on his clothes and so that he had an excuse to be away from the palace. No one seemed to notice or, so he had thought. And he felt happy that he finally had something to himself. Something Erik couldn’t control.
He was wrong.
T’Challa wasn’t sure when Erik figured out he wasn’t just going on runs, but he should have known something was up when he ran into Erik his way back to his room.
“Where were you at princess?” Erik asked as he gripped T’Challa’s arm tightly pulling him into his room.
T’Challa had shrugged wanting to leave Erik’s room immediately.
“I was out running you know on the path that follows the river? And I got distracted. I’ve just been walking around.” He had replied hoping his explanation was enough to satisfy the possessive alpha.
It wasn’t.
And T’Challa watched as Erik’s cocky face contorted with anger. A low growl escaped Erik’s mouth. “I can smell that beta bitch on you” he said staring T’Challa in his eyes.
T’Challa stiffened as Erik leaned down and sniffed his neck. His grip getting tighter as he nuzzled T’Challa’s neck
“Stop” T’Challa said moving his hands as if to push him away. Erik’s growling increased in volume causing T’Challa to stop. It would be foolish of him to try to challenge an alpha especially since he embarrassingly still hadn’t presented.
“You make things so hard for me” Erik muttered while gently nipping T’Challa’s neck.
“I make things hard for you?” T’Challa repeated back confused and slightly angry. “You have this weird obsession with controlling and knowing everything I do” he shot back. “I didn’t ask for that Erik you could easily leave me alone”
Erik chuckled lifting his head, so he could look into T’Challa’s eyes. “You really don’t know do you?” He asked after a moment of silence.
“Know what?”
Erik shook his head. “You are not to meet her again” he commanded ignoring T’Challa’s question.
T’Challa reluctantly agreed. Anything to get Erik so leave him alone.
~
The next couple of days were tense. No matter where T’Challa seemed to be Erik was there.
In the library, in the garden. T’Challa even sat in his sister’s lab hoping that Erik wouldn’t follow but to his displeasure there Erik sat across the room. Watching eyes trailing T’Challa wherever he went. It was unnerving.
He had only seen Nakia once lately in passing, but he was able to message her using his kimoyo bracelet and in secret they made plans to hang out.
T’Challa was vibrating with energy and he barely could contain himself to act normal during dinner.
“What are you up to?” Shuri had teased as she watched him pick aimlessly at his plate.
T’Challa shrugged “I do not think I’m feeling well.” He replied making sure not to look in Erik’s direction. He could feel the alpha staring at him but as long as he ignored him Erik couldn’t pick apart his lie? Right?
“Maybe you should go and take an early rest” his mother suggested and T’Challa mentally cheered. Perfect.
“Perhaps you are right.” He turned to his Father.
“Baba my I be excused?” And when his father waved his hand in agreement it took all his might not to run to his room.
~
Sneaking out of his room wasn’t hard.
In fact, it was almost as if this room was made for it. All the windows were easily accessible and if he positioned himself right he’d could jump off of his balcony and land without any injuries.
Double checking to make sure his door was locked he quietly opened the door to his balcony and began his descent. It didn’t take long and before he knew it he was rushing to the spot he and Nakia agreed to meet up at.
T’Challa was dressed casually. Wearing jeans and a hoodie he felt like he looked the part of any young Wakandan adult heading to a party.
He watched as Nakia showed up. Her short hair twisted as she donned a crop top and some high waisted jeans. She smiled as she moved closer to him.
“Are you ready for your first party Rapunzel??” She teased before grabbing his hand and leading them to the party.
The party was in the house of the son of an engineer and T’Challa was shocked. There were so many people drunk and about. They were stumbling about laughing and joking. They looked free.
Turning to Nakia he followed her lead and filled a cup to the brim with what looked like fruit juice but tasted disgusting.
The disgust must’ve showed on his face because Nakia laughed.
“Just drink until you can’t taste it!” She urged taking a sip from her cup. “Be careful! Find me if you’re ready to go!” She said before going to greet someone she must’ve knew.
T’Challa quickly finished his cup and began to walk around the house. It was a bit jarring to see so many people wildly dancing and laughing. They seemed so carefree and T’Challa found himself swept up in it.
Dancing was interesting. He wasn’t bad per say but he felt as if anyone stared at him closely they’d know.
It didn’t matter however. And soon T’Challa found himself grinding on some random guy. He felt free. A smile took over his face and as he felt the beat within him. He was so caught up in the feeling that he didn’t notice the angry presence storming his way, so he was completely shocked when he felt a strong hand grip his bicep.
“Let go-Erik?” T’Challa blinked. Confused. How had Erik known where he was?
Before he had time to contemplate that questions Erik manhandled him off of the dance floor and outside of the house.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Erik snarled. His scent was angry, and the hand gripping T’Challa’s arm squeezed even tighter.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol he had drank but, T’Challa felt bold. What was Erik going to do? Beat him?
“Get off of me” He yelled before violently pushing Erik way. Shocking both him and Erik. His heart started beating fast. He had never fought back against his cousin. And when his eyes met Erik’s all he could see was anger and the promise of retribution. A wave of fear coursed through T’Challa and he did the only thing he could think of.
Run.
He made it to the palace in record time being careful to slip through the servant’s entrance on his way back.
T’Challa had beat Erik to the palace and he released a sigh of relief as he locked his door. Leaning against it he tried to catch his breath. That felt good. Granted the look on Erik’s face made it known that this wasn’t the end. But who knew rebelling felt this good?
~
The next morning T’Challa went to have breakfast with Shuri and his mom. When he walked into the dining room, to his surprise Erik was there as well.
T’Challa greeted everyone and tried to pretend like nothing happened but he could literally feel Erik’s piercing glare. It was like it was trying to see through him.
“How are you feeling?” His mother asked, gently breaking the silence.
T’Challa shrugged. “I guess I just need to get more sleep Mama. I feel okay” He replied while popping fruit in his mouth.
“Well you don’t look okay” Shuri teased from across the table “I’ve seen chickens with better faces than the one you’ve got.”
T’Challa chuckled and rolled his eyes. Not even bothering to reply to her teasing remark.
Quickly finishing his meal, he waved his goodbyes to everyone at the table, making sure to avoid eye contact with Erik and then left.
He decided to take a walk in his mother’s gardens. They were always beautiful. The manicured bushes and the larger than life trees always seemed to calm him down. T’Challa chose a tree with a lot of shade to sit against and closed his eyes.
“You know princess, I’ve been nice to you thus far.” A deep voice called out from in front of him causing T’Challa to sigh loudly. “But after last night I think it’s time to set up some rules.”
T’Challa opened his eyes and glared up at Erik who was towering over him. He didn’t have to listen to Erik. Deciding leaving was the best course of action T’Challa stood himself up and tried to walk around Erik.
He almost made it before Erik’s arm gripped firmly on his wrist. “Not so fast.” He said before slamming T’Challa against the tree, trapping him with his arms. T’Challa groaned at the impact.
“I’ve been patient for so long.” Erik muttered as he leaned and nuzzled into T’Challa’s neck. “I’ve watched you prance around for long like you didn’t know you belonged to me.” He continued nipping gently at T’Challa’s neck.
T’Challa was confused and turned on. “I belong to no one” He said softly in reply. It quickly became obvious that that was the wrong thing to say because Erik’s soft nips became hard bites.
Erik trailed his bites to the junction where T’Challa’s neck met his shoulder and then bite harder. He held on for a couple of seconds and smirked to himself as he heard T’Challa whimper.
When he finally let go he eyed his work. “There” He said smirking “Now you and everyone else will know your place.”
T’Challa watched with confusion painted on his face as his cousin walked away. What just happened?
~
After the weird confrontation in the garden T’Challa decided to spend the rest of the day in his room. He felt weird. His whole body ached, and he was hot uncomfortably so. He had stripped down to his boxers and opened all of the windows in an attempt to cool himself off, but it didn’t work.
So, there he lay withering on his bed, feeling sicker than he’s ever felt. Maybe this was his punishment for lying to his mother? T’Challa sent a silent prayer to the ancestors to put an end to his misery as he wiped his face.
T’Challa must’ve have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew he was jerked awake by the feel of liquid? Confused he groggily sat up looking at his sheets. The liquid was clear so obviously not pee, and when he reached down to touch it, it was…sticky?
Confused, T’Challa shifted and felt a rush of liquid exit his backside. A wave of panic hit him. He was leaking?
Deciding that he needed help he stood up shakenly. His legs felt weak and he barely made two steps before he fell on the carpet as a wave of desire hit him. T’Challa began to moan. Never in his life had he felt so…turned on?
The door to his room was busted open and T’Challa almost cried in relief as a familiar alpha scent hit his nose. Never had he been happier to see Erik.
"Please" He groaned not even sure what he was begging for.
He vaguely heard Erik chuckle. "Don't worry princess, I'll give you exactly what you need."