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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"No, man. It's about... smelling right there that way."

Damn, that's a thing. He's shaking and almost hard again. It's already ramping up again and he needs that.

Knots are amazing. In ways he can't even begin to put into words.

"Omegas are weak willing, whining, pleading little messes once their heats come upon them. They're weaker in general. They're only good for housework and raising pups."

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"Here?" James asked, doing it again. He was being a shit this time, on purpose, because ... Tommy liked it, he could tell. He could see it and hear it in his voice. And also smell it maybe? Somehow? God this was weird. But sort of a little bit great, too. He kissed the bite mark he'd left again. "So the biting is ... like another soulmate mark? Does that mean you bite me?" James thought he'd like that.

He frowned though, lifting his head. "Yeah, but you're none of that," he pointed out. "You're stronger than I am. You're a better hero than I am. You're not ... I don't know. Whining? You're explaining all the stuff I don't know. I ... Tommy, I don't even know these words, or why they're supposed to mean the crap you say they are. I just know you. And you're my soulmate, and my boyfriend, and my friend, and just ... you're great. So if that's what people think Omegas are, and you're an Omega, pretty sure they must be really wrong. Plus isn't that the kind of stuff they used to say about girls - women - before? And that was crap too, Torunn would knock anyone who tried to say it into another atmosphere probably." James tightened his arm around Tommy. "It's all new to me. The ... pups. Seriously? You say pups? That's cute. But uh. That. And the knot and the omega and the ... all of it. It's SO WEIRD. But this? With you? Is great."

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Bite James? Mark him? Wow way for Tommy to go from hardening to rock hard in an instant, and his voice breaks into a low keening noise. What a suggestion. Offering to let an Omega bite like that? Why is the man so good when he doesn't know what he's talking about? At all?

"Why would they say that about girls? Kate's an Alpha."

You're not making sense, James.

[capson]

James didn't know what caused that keen, but he recognized it as a good thing, along with that heady, heightened scent of arousal that Tommy gave off. He kissed at Tommy's neck again, Hips rocking to grind inside him again.

He huffed a little. "I don't know. People just said stuff like that about girls, in old movies or books we read, at home. It doesn't mean it was ever true. Just like it doesn't make it true about you."

Though he was kind of confused about how Kate could be an alpha. If Alphas had knots where would hers BE? And he was absolutely never asking that. He'd just look it up. Sometime.

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Those are questions Tommy can't answer because his hips are starting to move. The words have gotten him all bothered again, ramping up his need despite how recently he's gotten off. This is both better than and worse than a normal heat.

[capson]

James' knot ... thing hadn't even gone done yet. He didn't know if that was normal. None of this was normal for him since he'd never done this before to start with, and he'd definitely never heard of any of this alpha-omega stuff.

But normal ... wasn't that important when Tommy did that with his hips. James groan-growled against Tommy's neck and rocked back into him too, hand sliding down to wrap around his cock, see if he was already hard again. He'd found out just how fast that could happen the last time weird sex stuff happened to them. He ... really didn't mind that. At all.

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Well, Tommy's not the normal omega either.

"Ca-can you fuck me like this?"

He needs it and the desperation is about breaking him. Why are words even a thing? Why can't he just be a primal beast caught up in the pleasure? Except... Some part of him makes him shake his head.

"No. We gotta... wait. Get a condom."

[capson]

James groaned. "Yeah," he said. Even if he couldn't, he'd find a way because Tommy asked and he wanted to give Tommy anything he asked for.

Except ... "How do I ... it's still not small enough?" He thought he'd hurt Tommy if he tried to pull out. It'd started to maybe deflate a little but then Tommy was moving like that and making noise and ... yeah. James was hard still, so he guessed the knot part was too?

God, so weird. But Tommy felt so good too.

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"D-don't fuck me," Tommy grits out and he HATES it. He shivers as he claws at the bed. This is the worst.

Preventative measures was important. And he's sweating so hard, so desperate, and he can't do it.

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James made a little pained noise since ... god, that was what he really wanted to do. And he could tell it was what Tommy actually wanted him to do, which made him want to do it even more. But he nodded against the back of Tommy's neck. "Okay. Okay. Just umm ... I'm sorry. Just hold still okay? Sorry." James kissed against his neck and made himself do the same, breathing in shallowly and trying to think of ... something other than how Tommy felt around him and how much James wanted him. Or how he smelled.

He groaned, since that wasn't working too well.

It took way too long before James managed to actually pull out, mumbling apologies. Even if his knot had gone down enough to manage it, he was still mostly hard and it was the opposite of what he wanted to do, but he did do it. He just wasn't sure what to do once he had, so he just slid his hand a little helplessly along Tommy's side, repeating it again. "Sorry."

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Don't be stupid. Tommy fumbles for a nearby drawer, hauls it open and pulls out a whole strip of condoms. Likely they'll need them all and more. He tosses the strip at James. All the sorts that have some additional ribbing for an Omega's pleasure, and grins at him with bared teeth.

"This time I wanna see you as you fuck me, Alpha. Please? I'll be good."

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James had gotten a very cursory overview of how condoms work via a vid at home. But it definitely had not included having a big ... thing on it. "Umm."

He started to ask how, but then Tommy was grinning up at him, and begging, and James groaned. "God you're so ... how are you so good?" he asked, wondering and kissing him fiercely. "I will. You're the best. Put it on me, and I'll give you what you want, promise." Since Tommy would do it right.

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Well, if they were in a different situation then Tommy would roll the damn thing on with his mouth. As it is he's a burst of speed. Fast and careful to get a condom open and on before he moves to nuzzle James' neck.

"Please. Fill me up good. I'm yours."

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James shivered at the ghost of a feeling of Tommy's hand on him, head tilting for his nuzzling. He reached to touch that new mark on Tommy's neck, remembering. "You can, if you want," he said. Since it was only fair. Plus James kind of thought he'd like it.

But he did what he was asked, slipping back between Tommy's legs and back inside him. It felt different with the condom, but still amazing, and like he belonged there, or like Tommy just welcomed him there. James groaned. "Tommy. God, never gonna get enough of this with you."

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Tommy keens in pleasure at the touch. Dammit, he hates how easily aroused by such a simple touch he is. And he wants it, so bad. So much so bad. But he doesn't even see a point to commenting. About anything. What he wants is happening and it makes him shiver and plead and move to kiss his Alpha lightly.

"I'll always be yours. For you, Alpha. However you want me. Whenever."

Tommy's never this submissive.

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James kissed back, growling low and happy. He might not know how rare that kind of submissiveness was, but he did know it was precious and thrilling to have Tommy offer himself up like that, to promise he was James'. He was, everything in James kept telling him so. But it was still a thrill to hear Tommy say it like he believed it. "You. Tommy, just want you. Always. My soulmate, my Tommy," James said, kissing him again, hungry and deep, hips already picking up a rhythm to thrust into him. "I want you ... full," he said, not even sure why he said it, but absolutely meaning it.

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What a wonderful thing to hear. Tommy whines and rocks his hips against James, happy to enjoy the way he'd being pressed into. Full, he can't imagine wanting to be anything more than that. Wanting to give himself to his Alpha so bad.

"Harder. Please. Give me everything. I wanna be yours, only yours forever."

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"Anything, god, Tommy, anything. Always." James couldn't imagine telling Tommy no. It was like it was impossible to do. Not that he even wanted to try. "You are, you are, swear. I'm yours, you're mine. Gonna make you so full, full as you want."

He wished there wasn't a condom, but didn't know why that mattered when it still felt so good. It was just some part of his brain didn't want it. Wanted to fill Tommy up with all of him, make sure he'd just always smell like James and feel him.

He pressed his fingers into his mark on Tommy's chest again, just another reminder, kissing him as he did just what Tommy asked, fucked him harder, drilling into him hard and deep.

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It's hours and days before the whole mad rush of it really passes. Between rounds, when Tommy's more sensible, he does little teaching lectures. Eats his supplies and downs all the water he can and relieves himself while he talks about Omega biology while blushing, and stereotypical Alpha roles bitterly, and how he is almsot driven mad by the biological need to mate. How his cycles are unpredictable and he'd about jump any Alpha who was near him in those times.

It's a lot of talking, and a hell of a lot of sex. And on the dawn of the third day he wakes up, cuddled right up against James, and breathes a sigh of relief because damn if the heat isn't killing him anymore. He just feels like... him.

And now there's a bit of thinking to do. Is James still going to want him when he isn't overwhelmed by the scent of Tommy's heat? Or is he going to be freaked when he's from a world where this isn't a thing?

[capson]

James had no idea what he was doing, but he just went along with it. He started to sort of understand his own instincts a little, as Tommy explained in brief lulls of sanity, but he worried because Tommy kind of seemed to hate the idea of them.

He got over worrying during the middle of things though, because Tommy didn't hate it then.

It was kind of bizarre, not knowing his own anatomy, or why he wanted the things he wanted. But it was also kind of ... nice? Knowing he was kind of suited to Tommy even more than they knew, even if it didn't make sense?

Still, by the end of it James was worn out, and when Tommy finally really slept for more than a fitful hour or two, James passed out two, holding tight to Tommy and sleeping like the dead. James had enhanced stamina - but not like Tommy, and probably not even the full dose of what James would end up with eventually, yet.

So it took him a few minutes to stir when Tommy woke. James had never exactly been an easy-to-wake guy anyway, and he made a grumbling noise at first, holding tighter to Tommy like he was an oversized Teddy bear and ducking his head into Tommy's hair, refusing to let go. Or to wake up.

But he did finally blink open his eyes sleepily, taking in that Tommy was there, and still. "Hey," he said, rough throated from how much he'd been talking or growling the last few days. "You okay?" he asked, automatically. James had latched on pretty hard to the Alpha tendency to want to caretake, it seemed, since he'd been getting water or cleaning Tommy up whenever his legs weren't too shaky.

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Dude, he doesn't need coddled, he's not some fragile weepy Omega who just can't handle their own life. Right? Right. Tommy sighs and just wraps his arms more tightly around James.

"I'll be fine. Just sore. And fucking embarrassed."

[capson]

James didn't have any built-in assumptions about omegas other than what Tommy was feeding him. He just knew that his inner Alpha wanted to take care of Tommy, and thought Tommy was amazing, so that's what he was doing.

He made a pleased sound as Tommy hugged him. "Maybe a bath? For the sore? If that would help? But don't be. Embarrassed, I mean. You're ... that was ... you're just kind of perfect, and it was amazing. I wish you weren't sore though."

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"Dude, after how many times you fucked me, are you surprised I'm sore?" Tommy asks, rolling his eyes. And he looks up at James, trying not to... look vulnerable. There was still just enough Omega instincts in him right now that he had to wonder if the wishing meant his Alpha regretted it. Stupid fucking instincts.

"I feel weird, being that damn desperate."

[capson]

James blushed, even if he felt sort of proud too, and it showed. His hand came up to smooth through Tommy's hair.

"Okay," James said. "I mean ... you can feel however you feel but ... it's just me? I'm your soulmate, I love you, and I thought you were beautiful and amazing. Plus don't I get like that too? You called it something different. Uh ... rut? I think? But it's kind of the same, right?" James hesitated, because he really didn't want to, but after a second he still offered. "Do you want me to stay away? Next time?"

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"Yeah, you'll have a rut. It... isn't nearly as bad for an Alpha as it is for an Omega. Basically you just need to get your rocks off a bit. It's not days."

Wait, what? Stay away next time? Tommy glares up at him.

"Don't you even fucking dare. That was the easiest heat I've ever had you asshole. Toys don't compare to getting railed by a strong Alpha. And, fuck, the bite... it'd be hard to get another Alpha for it now."