The Way It Burns

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If there was ever anything he hated it was this part of himself. He'd been enough of a disappointment to his family before he was a mutant. Being an omega on top of it had been like, the final blow. In the end he hadn't been shocked at all that his family had abandoned him.

At least, with time, he had managed to learn how to deal with his... unique status. How suppressants hadn't worked on him. How he couldn't control any of this shit. The only advantage was that, as a speedster, his body worked different from that of most other people. It wasn't like he smelled so much like an omega. Not like he acted like one. So it was fine, right?

He was fine. This was fine.

Except... It wasn't. It wasn't even remotely fine. The worst part of not being able to predict your cycles is when you find someone. Someone great. Someone from another world who isn't an alpha or an omega or anything. So of course Tommy had, as soon as he'd realized what was gong on, locked himself in his room. Easier to pretend that no one was there to deal with him, to need to deal with him. Shutting himself away to deal with it was easier, especially when he'd stocked his room with food and water and snacks and other... necessities. Toys to make it easier, to help it pass.

The only issue with this heat? Well, it often drove a lot of logic out of his mind. Like the part that would remind him that he had long since given James a key to his room. Just in case he got stupid and refused medical treatment after a mission. His room where Tommy was on his bed, naked and writhing as he stroked himself, not yet ready to deal with the slickness between his legs.

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James had been feeling restless all day. He'd texted Tommy a couple of times, but hadn't gotten a response. Tommy was probably busy, but James just ... wanted to hear from him. He'd rather BE with Tommy, but he'd gone over to see this world's Tony for a while, because he'd worked up a way for James to talk to his family back home, even if he couldn't work up a way for him to go home and visit yet. (Since James wanted to be able to go there to see them, or help if they needed it ... but he didn't really want to LEAVE this world. Or leave Tommy, mostly.)

It was good, talking to his sister and brothers and Francis. But by the time he got back, James was itching to see Tommy. Who STILL hadn't answered him. James assumed he must not be there ... but he still went to Tommy's room, just wanting to feel close to him.

And then he could just TELL Tommy was in there. He could smell him, even if that made no sense. (He smelled REALLY good), and James thought he heard Tommy make a noise. Like he was in pain or ... not pain.

James didn't stop to think before he used the key Tommy had given him to unlock the door and let himself in. And then he froze, door dropping shut behind him. Tommy was naked in bed, and he was writhing and hard and ... "Tommy," James bit out, voice too-low and strangled. God, his boyfriend was so beautiful.

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The room smells so much like Tommy that he doesn't even notice the new scent moving into the room. Instead he shivers and bites his lip at the sound of James' voice. Part of him wants to beg for the man to come to him, find him, pleasure him. The rest of him moves to quickly drag the sheets back over himself. This was... literally the most horrible way this could come out.

"Get out," he pleads, his voice broken. "You shouldn't see me like this."

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The room smelled amazing. James was so hard his jeans were painful and he made a sound of utter dismay when Tommy told him to leave. He'd already been reaching for him, fingers freezing on Tommy's stomach. "Why?" he asked. "God, Tommy, you look SO GOOD. You're beautiful, and you're so hard. I ... I really want to touch you."

He'd go. If Tommy really wanted him to he would. But he really didn't WANT Tommy to want to. James wanted to crawl into bed with him and kiss him and touch him and taste him and he wanted to fuck him which James kind of usually took cues from Tommy about, but he really definitely wanted right now.

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There's no denying that Tommy's skin is hot, burning under that touch, and he actually moans at the sensation. The touch is amazing. It's insane, and it's amazing, it's perfect. He wants it, more than anything. There is so much going on, and it's overwhelming. Tommy whines in that moment, his skin pressing up against James' fingers.

"I want touched. Please, James. You... if you don't go now, I don't know that I'll let you go."

Please, it's almost impossible to say even that much.

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Tommy felt like he was on fire. That moan just thrummed through James and he ached to kiss him, feel him moan against his mouth. Or the whine, which made James itch to do whatever Tommy wanted him to do. Everything and anything he wanted.

"Tommy. I don't want to go. I want to stay with you. Let me stay and I'll touch you. I'll do anything you want. You're amazing. You smell so good. I'll go if you want but if you don't want me to, god, I'll stay forever," James promised.

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Smell? He smells good? That's... That's a very alpha thing to say. He didn't think James was anything like that. Tommy bites his lip and tries not to whine. Instead he throws the sheet back. And spreads his legs.

"You should, uh... condom. Fuck, James. I wanna feel you everywhere. Feel you in me. I'm so hot, James. You should be my alpha. For tonight be my alpha."

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Alpha? James had no idea what that meant in this context. But he knew what be mine meant, and he definitely knew what the rest meant. James let out a relieved breath that turned into a groan, instantly just crawling into bed and on top of Tommy, mouth on his and hand wrapping around his dick.

Tommy was his. James got a thrill out of that on any day, but right now it just hit him like a wrecking ball. He tore away from Tommy's mouth and slid down to kiss and lick at the mark over his heart. James' mark on Tommy's skin, all flushed with heat and arousal.

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James' mark. Better than a mating mark. It's insane and intense. Tommy cries out, bucking into James' hand. One of these times they were going to have sex in a properly controlled and sane manner. As it was, Tommy was busy moaning as he thrust up into that hands.

"James," he whines, because that isn't enough. Won't be enough. Can't be enough. "You have to fill me. Please, this isn't enough."

It will never be enough. You can't satisfy a pleading Omega like that. And it's a weakness too. It's stupid, to need another person so much and to be out of control of yourself. But he does and he is and wow just fuck him, please. Fuck him already.

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Sometime they would. If James had his way they might just not STOP having sex at this rate. He wanted to touch every tiny bit of Tommy. Tommy smelled incredible, but James sort of wanted Tommy to smell like him, too, which was stupid and made no sense, but James didn't have enough blood flow to his brain to worry about SENSE anyway.

"Whatever you want," James promised. And he automatically shifted, fingers sliding to press against Tommy to give him something like what he wanted before his brain caught up that he'd need to grab the lube first for that.

Except ... kind of not. Since Tommy was already slick and he felt so amazingly hot around James' finger. He must have just ... gotten himself ready. Before James got here. Since he was slick and his body just gave to James' fingers, even when he added a second. He sort of wanted to growl about that, caught between thinking about how incredibly hot that must have looked, and how Tommy shouldn't have had to when James could have taken care of him.

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It would be funny, if Tommy only knew. Funny to realize James was possibly jealous of Tommy's own bodily functions. That he didn't know enough to not know this was perfectly natural. Then again, they'd been avoiding actual sex quite a bit. Mostly because Tommy fucking knew birth control would so instantly fail on him when he needed it because his luck was just like that. Too young for kids, right? Barely even not a kid himself. But this moment, this sensation?

IT's enough to make him want to beg for them. His legs spread wider, his hips rock right against those fingers. Perhaps it looks obscene. It damn well feels it for him.

"Want you not to tease me. Got all my heat for that."

Now he just wants fucked quiet.

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There was a lot James had no idea about. His sex ed had been sketchy anyway, and largely involved "read this and look up any questions" which James had mostly not done. But there were fundamental basics of this world that just plain didn't exist on his, and he hadn't known to look for it. There were some things that cropped up that didn't make sense to him, but when you were from a world where you only saw the same half dozen people every day, this world was loud and busy and constant and it was easy to miss things. Like what the hell Alpha or Omega meant. But soulmates had a tendency to adjust to accommodate for one another. James' world might not have Alphas, but that didn't mean fate thought Tommy shouldn't have one.

James did growl, not even noticing he did it, when Tommy's legs splayed like that. "I won't. I'm not." He worked his fingers into Tommy. "Don't want to hurt you." Except god, Tommy was just taking his fingers like he needed them, so slick and so warm. James thought he might go out of his mind if he thought about how incredibly hot that was.

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"Get in me," Tommy whines, his hand flashing out at lightning speed to grab James' wrist to hold it there. Don't tease in him. Don't do this to him. "I swear to god if you aren't fucking me in the next two minutes, I'm going to call Eli."

Because damn, that Alpha would fuck him because that was what friends did. When you were just too ruined to think, your friend would ruin you in the right ways.

"I promise I'll be good for you. Please, James, please let me be good for you."

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James stopped when Tommy grabbed his hand. He was going to say, again, that he didn't want to hurt Tommy, or do anything wrong. But Tommy threatened to call someone else. He growled again, surging back up to kiss Tommy fiercely.

He sat up then, starting to hastily strip off his own clothes, reluctant to pull away from Tommy enough to do it easily. "You're good. The best. You're everything, Tommy," he promised, throwing his shirt aside.

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Damn, they're good words. Good words that drive a moan from his lips. Loud and dirty. He wants used. Wants it so bad. And he looks so good too, naked and wager. Tommy wants this.

He just wishes his lover had a knot for him.

"In me, please," he whimpers, shaking. "I know I'm meant to have you in me. Filling me up. Making me feel. I'll be a good little Omega for you."

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"God," James said it out loud, fervent and breathless. He was glad that he had some enhancements after all, because someone who looked like Tommy, saying stuff like that to someone who was just human? It would probably kill them. Tommy - his soulmate - saying that to James still might kill him.

He tore away, finally. Getting up long enough to get rid of the rest of his clothes, and then just going right back to Tommy, settling on top of him, between pale spread legs. James was usually a little tentative with new things, while he figured himself and everything else out. But instinct just had him moving, curling over Tommy and dragging one leg further up his side, bringing them in line and then rocking slowly into Tommy, like he just knew how to do this somehow.

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He'd apologize for silly little words that James doesn't know,but he loves this. He loves the aggression and desire. In this moment he wants nothing more than being dominated, and somehow James is managing it without even knowing why Tommy wants it.

And damn it's nice to feel the man sinking into him is divine. To the point where Tommy about wants to sob. His fingers grab at James', pulling at them to put them firmly on the mark, the point where it anchors him like nothing else.

"Hard. Go hard."

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James didn't think Tommy had a thing to apologize for. He might not understand the words, but it didn't matter. He knew Tommy wanted him, and was saying it and he needed James. He understood that on instinct he didn't know he had, and it was just ... perfect. Tommy was perfect to him.

He groaned when Tommy dragged his hand, but let him, tips of his fingers digging in a little. "Tommy," he gasped out. James didn't understand how the entire world wasn't desperately in love with Tommy Shepherd. But they didn't get to see this, not now. It was for him, with him. James felt lucky and awed and really, really fucking turned on. "You feel so good. Perfect. You're so ... god, can't believe you're mine," James said.

But he moved too, automatically giving Tommy what he was asking for, thrusting deeper and harder, his own body shuddering at how it felt to be that deep in Tommy and have him wrapped slick and hot and tight around him.

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And here was Tommy just whining and begging, hips rocking to enjoy the drive. His free hands find James' shoulder and claws at them. Can he just scratch this man a bit raw. It's possessive and he wants it. Wants to mark him more. Wants to claim him. Be claimed.

"Roll me over," he pants, his voice wrecked already. "Please, Alpha please, just turn me over and claim me. I need it."

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"Oh." James was genuinely torn. Because the thought of Tommy like that, on his knees, James over him and in him, it was ... yeah. It was good. But he loved Tommy's face. Loved the brightness of his eyes and the flush of need, the stark flash of his hair and the pink of his lips.

But it was what Tommy wanted, so it was what James would do. Tommy could ask him for anything right now, and James thought he'd just do it. He groaned and kissed Tommy, deep and hungry, getting his fill while he could, before he did what Tommy asked.

James pulled back, growling softly when he had to pull out of Tommy too. But he pushed at Tommy, rolling him over onto his knees and kissing his back, his shoulder. "I did. I am. You're mine. I'm yours," James promised raggedly. He pulled Tommy up onto his knees, manhandling him more than James normally would - normally, Tommy was likely still stronger than him anyway. But everything in him just wanted to do exactly what Tommy needed from him. He curled over Tommy, sinking back into him and moving again, fucking him the way Tommy needed, mouth moving over his neck and shoulders, leaving hot kisses and little nips.

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Every kiss, every nip earns louder and dirtier moans from Tommy. Like every little touch, every little act of possession is driving him further past the point of self control. There is almost no doubt that everyone in the base has heard them by now, and Tommy doesn't stop. Hell, he's slicker by the second, stupid traitor body. Tommy presses his face into the pillows below him to try and muffle the noises and a free hand fumbles for himself, fisting his cock so he can start stroking it hard, fast, desperate for his release.

Desperate to feel his own body squeeze and tremble around James. Desperate to feel him. Not that he can get any real relief like this. Not in the slightest. It's like building up and up and up and not getting to the peak. Like it's desperately out of reach.

There are frustrated tears in his eyes as his free hand starts flopping around on the bed, searching for something discarded amid the sheets. He needs his damn knotting dildo. Sucks that he can't get there with James alone, but his needs are too desperate to not fulfill them now.

"My toy," he whines at James, managing to get the words out. His brain is just about shorted, but he knows what he needs. What his partner can't give him. "I need it in me. I need to feel full."

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Except James growled again, decidedly Alpha-like, and his arm curled around Tommy, knocking Tommy's hand aside and wrapping around his cock instead, stroking him off as he thrust into him.

He didn't really register exactly what Tommy wanted, except that it was something James wasn't giving him, and James just thrust harder into him to try to fix that. And James didn't really think about it, or know what the hell it would be or mean. But Tommy would know, and could feel that growing ridge of a knot thickening inside him, catching on his rim as James moved inside him.

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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. It wasn’t possible. And yet he can feel it. Feel the way James is swelling in him. Impossible but perfect.

“Yeah. Knot me. Fucking hell James. Fill me up and don’t let go.”

Tommy was going to be so embarrassed later.

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It wasn't possible, and it wasn't going to make any sense to James when he realized. But for now, all he really registered was that Tommy seemed to feel even tighter around him, and he was begging for ... something. James didn't know what except fill me up was clear enough, and James wanted to give him that. He needed to.

"I won't. You're mine, always," James promised. He hadn't been an Alpha. Didn't even know what one was, or why the smell of Tommy was making his head spin. He also didn't know how to go against his own instincts, since he wasn't meant to have them. He wanted to cover Tommy in his own scent and wrap him up in his arms and keep everyone else away, almost as much as he wanted to fuck him and bury himself as deep inside his soulmate as he could. Deep enough that Tommy would whine and come and have everything he needed.

But he also wanted to curl close over Tommy and kiss his neck, growl against his skin and thrust as deep into him as he could while he opened his mouth and bit down on Tommy's neck. He didn't really meant to, but it wasn't just a love bite or a sexual bite - it broke through the skin, a mating bite he also knew nothing about but wouldn't have regretted even if he had, unless Tommy didn't want it.

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There are the teeth. They didn't talk about that, but really, isn't it a foregone conclusion? Soulmates? Not all soulmate pairs were Alpha and Omega, after all. So you could have a different mate than you had soulmate. And Tommy was loving it, his whole body screaming out as the teeth broke the skin. A knot and teeth in his neck.

Tommy screamed and came, his whole body tightening around James. Perfect. Sublime even. Satisfaction at its deepest and truest.

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James didn't have any resistance to Tommy screaming out, and milking his dick as he came. He smelled even better now, because he sort of smelled like he was James'. Or more his. And he felt ... god he felt so good.

James followed him over the edge, thrusting as deep into him as he could and plastering his body along Tommy's back, teeth still in his neck and knot fully inflating to lock them together.

Only James still didn't realize that, mostly incoherent with pleasure and closeness, hand falling away from Tommy's dick to press back against the soulmark on his chest. "Love you so much," he mumbled. Since along with not learning the basics of omegas and alphas, he'd also never been told it was bad to drop that for the first time mid-sex. He just felt all ... full of it, so he said it.

He licked at the healing bite on Tommy's neck, rumbling a pleased growl at the sight of it ... and then realizing he'd bitten Tommy. "Umm." It was really difficult to get upset about something when you were flooded with as much pleasure and still inside someone, so he just sort of felt a mild alarm. "Shit. I bit you. I don't know why I did that," James muttered, kissing the mark contritely.