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A sudden sensation of heat flooded my mind.
It wasn’t mine. It was Mike’s, my omega. I tensed immediately and felt my pupils dilate. But it wasn’t possible. Mike’s heat was still a week away.
After the whole Vecna thing, I presented as an alpha at 16. It was a shitty week. I could only think about three things: bite, protect, and fuck. And I could only think about one person: Mike.
He had presented at 15 as an omega. When they found out, the whole party except Max was stunned. Mike Wheeler, an omega. He wasn’t submissive or obedient or particularly gentle. On the contrary: he was blunt, protective, dominant. Max celebrated silently because she’d bet Dustin that Mike would be an omega. Now he owed her 100 dollars.
When I went back to school and announced myself as an alpha, this time everyone, including Max, had their mouths hanging open. I, Will Byers, shy, gentle, scared, was supposed to present as an omega. Not as an alpha.
The first few weeks I couldn’t stay away from Mike. I’d rub against him without realizing it, mark him with my scent, get possessive with everyone but especially with him. I’d been in love with Mike for years, since that day on the swings. Since then we were inseparable.
It was just Mike and Will.
Will and Mike.
Then the whole Vecna thing happened. I got kidnapped. Possessed. I fought the Mind Flayer, moved to Lenora, came back to Hawkins, and then got powers to keep my best friend from dying at the hands of a Demogorgon.
After we defeated Vecna, the party got really close. We’d have sleepovers at the Mike's house, movie nights, D&D campaigns where Mike and Max always ended up yelling at each other.
Everyone in the group had already presented. Max was an alpha and so was Lucas. Strangely, their relationship kept going without problems, though no one wanted to imagine what they’d be like during heats.
Dustin presented as a beta and Jane as an omega. They became a couple before Jane presented, and since she did, Dustin helps her with everything. Though he always regrets not being able to smell her.
It took Mike and me time to confess and become a couple. And it all happened by accident. One day, during a sleepover at his house, my rut hit without warning. I didn’t even feel it coming. I only remember the panic in Mike's eyes when the scent hit him and I immobilized him on his own bed, with my teeth inches from his neck.
I didn’t bite him. I don’t know how, but I didn’t. I locked myself in the bathroom and didn’t come out until my mom came to get me.
When my rut ended, I was terrified, shaking, guilt eating me alive. Mike came to visit me at home and there, in my messy room, with a broken voice, I confessed everything. That I’d been in love with him since the swings. That that was why I’d gotten so possessive when I presented as alpha. That I was sorry, that if he wanted me gone from Hawkins I understood.
But, instead of yelling and getting mad at me, he knelt down to my level and kissed me.
After 6 months of dating, during his heat I finally bit his neck, claiming him as mine, and he did the same to me.
My thoughts were interrupted when the bell rang, marking the end of classes. I got up and ran toward the university doors, ignoring the insults thrown at me for bumping into people without meaning to.
As I walked, a sharp pain shot through my lower back. I groaned quietly so I wouldn’t draw attention. My alpha was frantic inside. I just wanted to know if my omega was okay, just wanted to please him and protect him.
I finally reached the apartment building and ran to our floor, taking the stairs as fast as I could without falling. I got to the door and pulled out the keys with hands trembling from anticipation.
As soon as I opened it, his scent flooded my nostrils. Low moans and gasps drowned out the sounds from outside and, almost without thinking, I headed to our shared bedroom and burst in.
There, on the bed, was Mike, naked, with one hand on his erection and the other with his fingers inside himself.
In there the scent was even more overwhelming. Mike looked up at me just before a new wave of his slick flooded the room.
“Will,” he pleaded.
I growled in response. I kicked off my shoes and lunged at him.
Mike moaned louder when I grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the mattress, forcing him not to touch himself.
“Oh, baby…” I murmured.
I leaned down and kissed him hungrily, devouring his mouth without giving him a break. I trailed wet kisses down his jaw, down his neck, stopping right over his omega gland where his scent was strongest.
I inhaled deep against his skin and felt him shiver beneath me, arching his back to seek more contact. His body gave off heat and that damn scent that drove me crazy, that screamed mine.
“You felt me coming, didn’t you?” I whispered against his neck, nipping without marking. “Your heat called me from the university. I couldn’t think about anything else.”
I pressed my hips against his so he’d notice what he did to me. He gasped, trying to free his wrists, but I tightened my grip.
“No,” I growled. “Not today. Today you don’t touch yourself. Today I’m the one who gives you everything you need.”
I slid a hand down his side, tracing every inch of trembling skin while his scent clouded everything else.
I slid my free hand down his abdomen, feeling every tremor under my fingers while he kept writhing against the mattress.
“Will, please,” he gasped, his voice broken from the heat. “I need you.”
I smiled against his neck before capturing his mouth again. I kissed him until he was breathless, until he could only moan my name.
I let go of one of his wrists just to move my hand down and wrap it around his erection. He was hard, hot, slick from the lubricant his body was already producing on its own. At the first touch he clenched his teeth and bucked his hips toward my hand, seeking more friction.
“Shh, I know,” I murmured, moving my palm slowly, torturing him. “You waited for me. You were a good omega.”
His scent intensified, sweet and thick, filling my lungs and making me rougher. My alpha inside wanted to fill him until he couldn’t think of anything but me.
I moved my hand back up to his neck, circling it without squeezing, just so he’d feel that I had him. That he was mine.
“Say it,” I demanded, brushing my lips against his gland. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Yours,” he answered instantly, without hesitation. “I’m yours, Will. Always.”
That was all I needed to hear. I growled and take off my shirt with desperate hands, without taking my eyes off him for a second. He was wrecked for me: flushed skin, heaving chest, legs spread in a silent invitation.
I settled between his thighs and looked him in the eyes.
I leaned down until finally my mouth touched the folds of his pussy. Mike moaned, pushing toward the touch. I moved my hand to his hip to hold him so he couldn’t move and the other positioned on one of his thighs.
I stuck out my tongue, giving small licks to his cunt. The taste of his own slick was in every corner of my mouth, a combination of peach and something else. It was beautiful, every part of him was.
Mike was a sticky mess just for me, writhing in bed, trying to get more pleasure. The room now was just a combination of his scents.
Finally I pushed my tongue inside, feeling his wet, hot walls squeeze it like it was their savior. My lips suck hard at his wet folds while he laps up the fluid Mike produces.
Air leaves my nose, all of my attention focused on Mike's cunt, on his feast. The thrusts of my tongue increase in rhythm, becoming more overwhelming. Mike moans incoherently, lost in pleasure.
“Ah… fuck, Will !” Mike screams, tension building inside him.
But he pulls back before his omega can come.
“W-what… wait Will no,” Mike whimpers at the loss.
“Not yet, baby,” he moves closer and leaves a sweet kiss on his nose. “Be patient.”
His pants are tight, uncomfortable from the erection he had, so he kicks off his pants. Mike gasped at seeing his underwear with a wet stain.
I gathered some of the slick that was on the sheets and slid two fingers inside his throbbing cunt.
“Ah…!” Tears pooled in Mike's eyes, then rolled down his cheeks.
“Will …!” Mike gasped. “I’m ready, please, fuck me already.”
He growled, yanking his fingers out in one pull and making Mike whine at the loss.
He settled between Mike’s thighs and pulled down his underwear, revealing his red, hard cock. Grabbing it, he lined it up with Mike's cunt and with just one deep thrust he slid inside.
He set a slow, deep rhythm. Mike’s sensitive clit clenched, seeking more. He caged Mike with both arms around his head, with an expression of absolute pleasure while he fucked him into the bed. He growls above, and the wet sounds of precum and fluids fill the room.
Mike moans as he feels his orgasm approaching.
“W-Will.... fuck, I’m close,” Mike warns, orgasm right at the edge.
He speeds up, chasing his own pleasure and Mike’s, rutting like he was the one in heat instead of Mike. Their moans mix with the sounds of skin slapping.
Mike finally lets go, a hot spurt of cum splashing across both their stomachs, and a wave of slick soaking his cock.
He doesn’t slow down, chasing his own orgasm. More tears escape Mike's eyes and he leans down to lick them. They’re salty, a bit bitter, but it’s still beautiful.
Finally he comes, emptying his semen inside Mike and forming his knot in the process. He gives a few more shallow thrusts, trying to get deeper as if he wanted to get his omega pregnant.
He collapses without ceremony on top of Mike, who hugs him around the waist. Their hearts beating out of sync while their scents intertwine and mix even more.
Mike breathes shakily while he settles better on top of him. The two of them will need a hot shower when his knot loosens and he can pull out of Mike, even if he doesn’t want to.
Mike's breathing calms little by little, showing he fell asleep. He grabs the dirty sheets and covers them both.
He knows that later he’ll have to satisfy Mike again, but for now he just wants to sleep peacefully with his beloved.