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Nobody believed that Frank was an alpha, at first his best friends didn’t believe him. Like most people they saw a scrawny 5”5 pothead and assumed he was either a beta or an omega with anger issues.
When he joined my chem none of the guys believed he was an alpha, Ray said he smelled too much like weed and he couldn’t tell, Otter had flat out told him he was just a weirdly stinky beta, even the Ways thought he was the least alpha looking person they’d ever seen.
He convinced them in late 2002 when, as they were driving down a highway, he’d turned to Ray and said “you might wanna take a strong suppressant dude, I think you’re about to go into heat.”
Everyone laughed it off and told Frank he was just going crazy from his terrible weed, but when Ray woke up the next morning whimpering and drenched in sweat, his hands trembling too much for him to give himself a shot of suppressant, they started to believe him.
Gerard had forced Otter out of the van, then Frank too, just in case, while Mikey fumbled with the syringe and the vial of emergency heat suppressant. Otter glared daggers into the back of Franks head while the two of them sat on the side of the road, Rays scent slowly dissipating from around them.
An hour later they were back in the van, Gerard driving with Otter sulking in the front passenger seat. Mikey was sat in the back with Rays head on his lap, his hand stroking through Rays sweat soaked hair, the dose of suppressant had stopped the release of pheromones but barely helped with the hunger within him.
Frank had to fight the urge to turn around and climb over the seat, pull Ray from Mikeys lap, and wrap him up in his arms, basking in his overwhelmingly sweet scent. The suppressant didn’t stop the need for closeness that radiated from him, Franks instincts screamed for him to protect Ray from anything and everything.
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“You’re… actually an alpha,” They were in a dingy motel room and Gerard was staring at him, observing him like he was some newly discovered species and they were the scientist who found him.
Frank rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, the hairs there wet from sweat, he’d been sat where Ray had slept the previous night in the van, where he’d gone into heat in his sleep and proven to everyone that Frank was alpha enough to smell a heat far earlier than even Otter, who was always aware of when Ray was about to go into heat.
“Like you’re… an actual alpha, scent gland and knotting and bonding and shit right?”
“Yes Gerard I’m an ‘actual’ alpha”
Gerard was staring at his neck, right at where someone would one day sink their teeth into his flesh. They reached out, hesitant to touch Frank for the first time since they’d met, and ran their fingers over the skin, feeling the bump that lay beneath.
“Jealous?” Frank smirked.
Gerards hand jerked away like he’d been burned, “No just, just curious.” they shuffled closer to Frank, their knees touching, “Have you ever like, y’know… knotted anyone?”
“Ew dude why do you care?” Frank leaned closer, “you interested?”
Gerard pushed his face away, “No oh my god Frank,” they slapped at Franks shoulders, falling back onto the bed, “as much as I love you I am not trying to fuck you”
Gerard was weird and nosy, but Frank didn’t mind, he had basically no boundaries himself and seeing Otter try and process the fact that he wasn’t the only alpha in the band. Gerard asked how they smelled, if they smelled nice (no, take a shower), if Mikey smelled nice (actually wait don’t answer that one Frank).
When they asked if Ray smelled nice, Otter almost choked, coughing through an attempt to explain that all omegas smelled nice and Ray was no different and that didn’t mean that he liked Ray or anything he just…
Frank ignored him and lit up a cigarette, he didn’t have time for Otters not-a-crush on Ray, not tonight. He passed the cigarette to Gerard and stretched out, letting the smell of smoke and Gerards lack of personal hygiene fill his lungs, pushing out the leftover scent of Ray and along with it, any new thoughts that had been bubbling up inside him over the last day.
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The next day Ray was better, visibly disheveled, but better. Mikey apparently knew how to handle his heats, which made something in Frank twitch in anger, but he trusted Mikey, and he knew that Mikey was only helping, no alpha or omega hormones pulling him toward Ray.
Frank flopped himself across Mikeys chest as they drove the final two hours to their next venue, mostly because he was an asshole who cuddled up to all his friends like they’d been dating for a decade, but partly because Mikey still smelled like Ray, he liked that smell.