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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XIII_Series
  Relationship:
      Hope_Estheim/Snow_Villiers, Hope_Estheim/Noel_Kreiss
  Character:
      Hope_Estheim, Snow_Villiers, Noel_Kreiss
  Additional Tags:
      Omega_Verse, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-19 Completed: 2016-06-23 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 9712
****** Hope as pure as snow ******
by Spunny
Summary
     This is a story I wrote for a friend's birthday. It involves Hope as
     an Omega and Snow as an Alpha.
     I wrote it for a friend's birthday.
     Explicit for the third chapter.
Notes
     I don't really do Omegaverse, and I think it shows exactly how unused
     to it I am.
     Don't forget to send me whatever ideas you have, either here or on
     spunny.tumblr.com
***** The Mistake. *****
Hope Estheim was a guy with snow white hair, and eyes the color of the sea, the
kind he always saw in picture books, the kind that had him staring at it until
the sun fell down the horizon, leaving his mind racing of images of what the
sea could look like and should look like. But in this area of town, there was
no sea, no lake, no large body of water. There was only land and grass for
miles outside the city, past all of the metal, plastic, and cement. So he'd
always read the books with the best pictures of lakes, seas, rivers, rain over
and over again, just to see the water in there.
Hope Estheim went to a High School called the New Bodhum High School, New
Bodhum being the city where everyone went to after the original Bodhum suffered
a devastating natural disaster. While he was never exactly good in the arts,
something he felt some disappointment in after seeing the paintings done by his
mother, he did have a knack of math and science. He'd spend hours every day
studying Chemistry, Physics, and Oceanic Biology. His room had once been filled
with books about science and their new discoveries, magazines on wonders of the
world and space, and would think about what all of this meant in the big
picture of things, how it all related to other things, and how they all worked
now that this new information was presented. And later on, when technology
advanced further, he had all of these facts, observations, and thoughts wrapped
up in a single 1/10 inch thick clear tablet he carried with him everywhere, and
reviewed them religiously in hopes of someday transferring to Academia Academy,
the most prestigious university.
But Math and Science weren't the only things that held Hope's attention. He was
turning 15, reaching the age where new emotions swelled up within him, and
people (especially guys) suddenly looked a lot better than he remembered. All
of their muscles seemed more defined, their smiles seemed a lot brighter, and
watching them run out of the corner of his eye, denying doing such a thing even
to himself, became a lot more common.
Puberty hit him, and it hit him hard.
There was one person who specifically caught his eye.
Coach Villiers, or Snow. The gym teacher for the New Bodhum High School, with
his cocky smirk, his encouraging and carefree attitude, and his muscles that
came from a mixture of working out and practical use, he unknowingly became the
target of affections of the young Hope Estheim. And not just Hope, but quite a
large portion of the school. And why shouldn't he? Snow was big and strong,
encouraging, always willing to lend a hand, always willing to shut down any
attempts at bullying that he found. He seemed almost like a Hero.
He seemed practically unattainable to most people.
And Hope Estheim considered himself most people.
So he'd spend his time staring at the gym teacher during class, in the hall,
and any other chance he got. Occasionally Snow Villiers would catch his eye and
walk straight towards him and talk to him. Hope didn't know what about, he
spent all of his time hoping that he wasn't as visibly nervous as he felt,
concentrating on making sure that that beating within his chest was only
audible to him. . If he ever failed, Snow didn't let him know. And maybe that's
what Hope loved about him; that big grin on his face, a sort of promise that
everything was okay, that 'everything is okay' was held within those pearly
whites, along the curves of those lips, written in his eyes.
Hope found it attractive, and he might've told Snow if he wasn't too busy
convincing his legs that they were flesh and bone and not jelly like they felt
like.
Being an Omega only made things harder for Hope. Snow was an Alpha, or at least
that's what the students said about him. He certainly looked like the typical
Alpha, with his large frame, his muscles, and that cocky grin he had. If Hope
had been an Alpha, that would've been better. At least he would've known that
this wouldn't work out (though Snow seemed like the open-minded sort, and
society was being progressive on such topics. ) But their classes went together
most naturally, and that always left some small trace of hope in his chest that
someday Snow might become more interested in him.
And that's not even including his heats!
But Hope would usually try to keep that out of his mind every single day,
waking up each day and taking his medicine to surpress his heats, and trying to
act as normal as possible. Last thing he needed was to be jumped in the middle
of school by an Alpha with poor self-control.
Snow had yet to mate with anyone, which came as a shock to Hope. There was no
way he was having trouble finding someone to mate with. Why didn't he?
All of this was a daily thing Hope dealt with.
And all it took was a mistake to change everything.
It all happened one day, which seemed from the very beginning like any other
day. The sun rose, Hope woke up, took a shower, eat his breakfast of outmeal,
orange juice, and eggs, brushed his teeth, and left for school. When he
arrived, nothing seemed to be ordinary. People seemed to stare at him a bit
more, but he was sure he was imagining it.
First period passed. Second. By third he realized that perhaps he wasn't
denying it. He was in Chemistry when he noticed, looking up from his flask of
boiling liquids to see that Simon J. Prinshaw's eyes were locked onto him. He
looked away after a brief second of eye contact, but it still left Hope with an
uncomfortable feeling. The second time he felt a pair of eyes on him, he tried
lookingout of the corner of his, sure he was seeing the figure of Edgar A.
Steln watching him.
He didn't bring it up, being too shy to do so, and just hoped that whatever it
was would resolve itself. Still, it left a horrible nagging in his mind. There
was something he was supposed to do, and he was trying to grasp what that was.
Like a dream, however, his mind could only touch the edge of it with the tips
of his fingers, no matter how hard he tried.
Gym only made things worse.
Hope had been running around the track, not as fast as he'd like to be, when he
felt someone bump into him. Although this was a normal thing (friendly as Snow
was,the exercises he put his students through had been compared to one of the
missing circles of Hell itself), the sudden feeling of a hand grabbing his ass
WASN'T. He gasped, reaching back to brush away the offending touch, but by that
time the person who had bumped into him was gone, and Hope could only watch his
back as he passed him up.
Now he remembered. He was in Heat. He had forgotten to take his pills.
Hope, being an Omega, went through 'Heats'. These heats attracted the Alphas to
him, generally through the release of pheremones that oozed through the poors
of his skin, making him smell...well, tempting to put it lightly. Back in the
days when Humanity was barely getting on its feet, it was used to help keep the
population up. It was basically a signal that said 'Time to Breed.'
Now that it was overall useless, Hope really wished it would disappear. So he
took pills. Everytime that he went into Heats, he took a Heat Supressant,
medicine meant to override his hormones and shut them down for a period of
time. Generally, Hope was good at keeping track of his heats. He found that
there was almost a pattern to them. Of course, he wasn't always right. Things
such as strenous exercise speed up the process, and Snow's exercises were
nothing if not strenuous.
Hope had thought to take the pills this morning, despite that it was nearly two
weeks away from where he wrote down when he expected his heat to strike. But by
the time he woke up the memory had long ago fled from his mind, and he carried
on as if nothing was different.
'Next time I've gotta leave myself a note.' He thought to himself, taking great
care to avoid the other students as much as possible.
Fifth period, English. Too much staring at him. Too many eyes on him. Too much
temptation to look up and see if the stares he felt were real or made up. But
he resist, no need to draw more attention onto himself than there already would
be.
Sixth Period. Geography. Although this class was Hope's least favorite, with
the exception of a few discussions on fault lines and tectonic plates (though
this was more related to the few stories of Paranormal Stories Monthly that he
took a guilty pleasure in reading), he found himself putting all of his effort
on concentrating on his teachers words, closing his mind off to every other
stumuli in the classroom. Even still, he could feel the eyes on him, and all he
could think to himself was 'Don't look. Don't look.'
Seventh period, thankfully, was a free period, a period Hope always spent in
the Library. There was almost no one there, and Hope situated himself all the
way in the very corner, tucked away from sight of everyone else. He could hear
the gossip, hear the sound of people chatting amongst themselves very quietly
in the otherwise silent library.
He couldn't help but think that perhaps they were talking about him. He needed
to get home. He needed to take his pills fast.
The bell rang.
Hope was out the door, rushing to his locker. His heart was pounding, his mind
was filled with the rushing sensation that panic always gave. He was looking,
but he wasn't seeing. People were a blur, objects were a blur, color had no
meaning. His was acting on auto-pilot, his feet remembering how many steps to
his locker and his legs obeying their instructions.
That's why he completely ignored the "Hey, Hope!" and ran full force into the
chest of Noel, who practically fell on his ass. "Hey!"
"Oh, sorry, Noel!"
Hope reached down, taking Noel's hand in his, and gently pulled him up on his
feet. It all went well until Noel was actually on his feet, stumbling forward,
trapping Hope's body between his own and the wall. Hope could smell the cologne
he was wearing, the faint scent of sweat on him, and could see his eyes perhaps
all-too clearly for the first time since he had known him.
He hoped that that beating was someone violating school rules and playing music
in the halls.
"Where are you going, Hope?" Noel asked, his voice soft, almost seductive in
its manner. It felt too close to a porno, too close to the idea that they were
about to screw like...like...
...like an Alpha and an Omega.
Hope found it required a lot more energy than before to place his hands on
Noel's chest, pushing him away, noting how firm his chest was and how warm he
was even through his clothes. He pulled his hands away quickly.
"I-I-I gotta go home." He stammered out, voice shaking, hands trembling as he
went to his locker, quickly dialing in the combination and grabbing the books
out of it. He could hear Noel trying to talk to him as he shoved them into his
messenger back, though most of it was blurred against the wall of unfocused
thoughts.
Hope should've asked him what he was saying, but there was no time for that
now. He closed his locker, and made his way to leave, tripping over his
goodbyes to his friend.
It was the sound of something hitting the metal lockers that made Hope freeze,
shortly followed by an angry voice.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
The voice came out in such a harsh, low growl that Hope was sure that someone
else must've said it. Someone with Noel's voice, with his body, face, and
clothes. Surely, he thought, Noel wouldn't have an outburst like that. Noel's
stance was more aggressive; a subtle shfit, but noticeable enough for Hope.
Thankfully for Hope, that surprise was mutual. Noel seemed to calm down, and he
blinked at his friend in confusion, looking unsure.
"H-Hope, I..."
"N-No, it's okay." Hope stammared out, more desperate to get out of there than
before. He was sure he knew the reason why, and right now getting home seemed
to be the only safe option. If he was correct, and, unfortunately, he usually
was, then he couldn't hang around people like Noel.
He said a quick bye before he ran out, ignoring the calls out to him. He had to
get home. Only one thing would offer him comfort in this situation, and without
it he doubted he could ever come to school.
Heads turned as he ran down the street. He felt like a beacon in the night,
drawing in all of the Alphas within the surrounding hundred yards. He didn't
want a bad situation to come out of this, and he was all too relieved when he
saw the door to his house.
The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off the rest of the world and,
thankfully, all of the Alphas with it. His foot pounded on the stairs as he
raced to his room, dumping his bag on his bed. He made his way to the
bookstand, where he kept his medicine.
And it was only then that he realized the predicament he was in.
"Oh, no..." Hope's eyes stared at the small, plastic orange container, the
dwindling afternoon sun revealing its contents of pure air.
Hope Esthiem began to panic.
***** The change *****
Chapter Summary
     Changes.
Hope Esthiem was reluctant to go to school at all the next day. He spent the
whole past night worrying, despite his parents constant assurances that
everything would be alright. After all, it WAS a school, it's not like they
have students screwing around in the middle of the halls (At least, they hoped
not, goodness sake!). And it was true. Theere were rules against such things,
and teachers did their best to seperate any incidents where it may have
happened. That didn't mean they were perfect though.
Not when Hope had heard more than one occassion when students in the library
felt too frisky when they were crowded by shelves and books. Not when Hope was
in the boy's restroom, hearing two boys attempting (and failing) to screw
quietly. Not when students had taken to hiding in the Janitor's closet, not
when sometimes they'd skip class to make out on the fields gym didn't use
during first or second period, not when Hope accidentally stumbled onto a pair
hidden underneath the stairwell, who looked confused as to whether shoo him
away or invite him in.
No, things weren't perfect, not in the slightest.
But Hope had to go to school regardless. His parents assured him everything
would be okay (after all, everyone went through it.), but Hope's intuition told
him otherwise by filling his stomach with cold, heavy slime. Come the next day,
Hope packed his bag, took several deep breaths, and began to prepare for the
worst.
When he arrived at school, he did his best to stay out of people's way,
constantly trying to stay unnoticed. The only good thing about having such a
crowded environment was that,, at any given time, several Omegas were always in
heat. Every day he passed by them, the guys and girls, meek and timid, loud and
outspoken, playful and naturally flirty, surrounded by guys and girls trying to
flirt with them at the time they were meant to attract the most. The others
were people you wouldn't expect, players in sports like football and
basketball, street brawlers and drug dealers, uncomfortably laughing off the
fact that the other guys that they had been friends with were suddenly touching
their bodies more often than usual, pressed in close from all sides.
It was only thanks to that, and thanks to the fact that Hope wasn't exactly
swarming with friends to begin with, that he managed to make it to his first
class relatively unnoticed. Not that he seriously expected him to be pounced on
and taken advantage of...at least, that's what he mentally told himself when
everything seemed over. Still, things were going better than he had expected.
Even first period passed by with relative easy (It was impossible not to catch
some one staring at him or somehow 'accidentally' groping his butt in such a
small room, but it was still better than expected.)
Now to get through the rest of the d-
"Hey, Hope! Are you doing alright?"
Hope nearly flinched at the booming sound of an all too familiar voice, heard
even over the sound of the crowded hallway. He didn't need to turn to sense the
presence coming in close behind him. He swallowed hard, wondering if he should
just keep moving forward and pretend like he didn't hear him. No, it was too
late. He was already right behind him, expecting an answer of some kind. Of all
of the people in this school, why did it have to be him?
He turned around, looking up into the grinning face of Snow Villiers.
What happened next was subtle. No one but the two of them noticed it in the
crowd of people hurrying to their classes, checking their cell phones, talking
to their friends, and discussing the latest politics. But all of that noise
seemed to be sileneced, a bubble forming around the two that seemed to cut away
everything outside of its small area.
Hope watched Snow's eyes widen. He watched the pupil dilate, just ever so
slightly. The look of shock spread across his face. The genetic programming in
him (Proving that he was in fact an Alpha) immediately filled him with lust,
eyes filling with want. This all happened in the span of a second, but Hope
felt like it had been a slow process that took years to happen and he had stood
there watching every second of it.
Maybe that's because of the pounding in his heart that seemed to speed up. He
noticed with painful detail the way Snow's lips parted, taking in a surprised
breath. The way how the blue in his eyes seemed to bright and penetrating when
Hope's eyes met his.It felt like the world stopped. It felt like a light lit up
within his chest. It felt like Hope was suffocating, dying without any air, his
chest beating rapidly rapidly rapidly trying to desperately distribute what
little air he had through his veins, throughout his blood, chest was burning,
face was burning, he couldn't think couldn't breathe could only want and need
Snow and his lips and to feel them against his own.
Then the second was over. The world remembered that other people lived on its
surface. Time resumed, and the crowd of students and teachers walking in every
which way through the hallway continued, a blend of talking, yelling,
footsteps, lockers being opened and doors being slammed shut.
"I-uh.." Snow started, seeming...embarrassed. "Oh, I see. Guess that explains
it, huh?" He asked this in an awkward manner, but a smile, not the usual wide
grin he had, but rather one that was embarrassed yet still care-free, spread on
his face. He reached forward, gently ruffling Hope's hair, the feeling of his
hand too comforting, settling the fear in Hope's stomach ever so slightly.
"Tell you what, you can sit it out in gym for now. I can't risk having one of
my favorite students getting jumped on by a bunch of teens with poor self-
control."
"Yeah...yeah sure, thanks." Hope said in a dazed manner, not really
concentrating on his words.
Because Hope understood why Snow hadn't mated with anyone. He saw the way those
eyes becamed focused on him. The lust that filled them, immediately restrained
before the second even ended. There had been a lot of rumors as to why Snow had
yet to mate, ant the majority of them weren't pleasant, along with bordering
ridiculous, so muh so as to cause Hope to disregard the idea of even
remembering the specifics.
The reason he hadn't mated with anyone yet was because he was waiting. He
didn't want to jump into a relationship with someone just because of their
Heat. He didn't want to force himself on anybody. He didn't want to risk
something that was bound to fail, or just take advantage of willing Omegas in
heat. In those eyes, Hope saw all of the lust that had been left unfed and
unspent. Snow was waiting for someone perfect. For someone he could put all of
his love into.
It was romantic.
And heartbreaking.
Because Hope wouldn't be that guy, he knew this somewhere in the back of his
mind. He was still a student after all, and while the two did talk a bit, it
wasn't like Snow could date him or anything. He wasn't sure what he expected,
or why this hurt so much. Just the thought of being unable to date Snow...
Well, that didn't matter anymore. It was a painful realization padded uselessly
by the hollow comfort that Hope already knew that nothing would happen. It's
not like he wanted Snow to be one of those kinds of teachers caught in scandals
for sleeping with their students. It's not like he wanted him to fuck whichever
student he pleased when they were in heat. It's not like he wanted him to break
all of the rules for him. Yet still some hope clung to him.
And just now seemed to wither.
The bell rang. The hall began to empty. Snow gave him a small pat on his head
and one of those happy grins, as if nothing was wrong, before he turned and
left to his own class, leaving Hope behind to gather his thoughts at the idea
that his fantasy, no matter how ridiculous, wouldn't come true.
**
At the end of the day, everything just seemed a little bit worse. Rather than
getting better about his feelings about Snow, Hope just seemed to gradually
dwell on it more and more. The day had passed by in a blur. Notes had been
written, lessons had been recorded, classes had been sat through, but none of
it really stood out. It was like watching them all through a window, seperating
Hope from the real world. He was trapped on the other side, him and his
heartbreak.
So distracted he had been, he had actually forgotten that he was in heat. Not
that that mattered for the most part. This time of the year especially, a large
amount of Omegas were in heat at the same time, so it was really a matter of
staying out of everyone's way, something he was glad to do. He didn't want to
talk to anyone right now. He didn't want to interact with anyone right now.
Right now he just wanted to be by himself.
So far in the back of his mind this whole 'Heat' incident was, he didn't hurry
to bother packing everything away in his locker. He was doing everything in a
slow, thoughtless manner, not even noticing how the hallway was emptying out.
He didn't notice someone else approaching from behind him as the last couple of
students left the building. It wasn't until a shadow was cast over him that he
noticed that someone was standing behind him.
Too close to him.
"Hey, Hope."
Hope swallowed hard, recognizing the voice of Edgar A. Steln. He didn't bother
to turn around, sure that he'd regret it, sure that it would bring his face too
close to his classmates...not that his current position did him much good
either.
"H-Hey." He got out, visibly nervous, visibly anxious. How could he have
forgotten about the damn Heat?! How stupid of him. Now what was he going to do?
He could only hope that perhaps Edgar would leave him alone soon.
"I've noticed you're smelling awfully good lately." Edgar continued in a cocky,
confident manner. To be expected from one of the guys who seemed to thrive on
the attention of everyone around him. He leaned closer. Hope could feel his
breath against the back of his ear. He was too close for comfort and Hope
wanted to tell him that. "So what do you think about going back with me to my
place, huh? We could just hang out and watch TV together."
Hope could feel his body against his back. His chest, his stomach, pressing
against his back, something pressing against his...oh crap. Hope swallowed
hard. This was quickly turning from a bad situation to a worse one.
"N-No thanks, I'd...rather go home." He said, trying to keep his voice steady,
sure that he was failing, but dammit he had to try.
"Aw, come on, don't be like that." Edgar's voice was nearly a whisper now. He
leaned closer, his breath against Hope's cheek now, his entire body pressing
against Hope, pinning him to the metal wall of lockers. "Come on. I'll make it
very gentle for you." It was a whisper, barely audible even from where he was.
Hope felt something warm on his tongue, felt teeth against the shell of his
ear. It made him tremble, made him shiver...
Made him slam his elbow into the face of the guy.
"Ow! SHIT!" He screamed as he backed up, clutching his nose, letting out a
groan and repeating to himself (Or perhaps Hope) that it better not be broken.
(It wasn't as Hope would find out several days later, the guy was just a
whimp.)
Hope took the time to try to move away from him, but he was too slow. Ignoring
the pain from his nose, Edgar was on him once more, this time pinning Hope with
his back against the lockers, forcing Hope to look up into his angry face, into
those glaring brown eyes. To say that he was pissed was an understatement.
"You little bastard!" He said in a manner almost animalistic, more of a growl
than anything. "How dare you! I'm going to make you pay for that, asshole!" His
hand was around Hope's neck, Hope could barely breathe (though that was more
from the fear than anything. This isn't a murder mystery novel, for Orphan's
sake.) Edgar raised a hand, fingers clenched into a fist. Hope closed his eyes,
preparing for the blow.
"Get off him!"
There was a sound of feet pounding against the ground, and Hope opened his eyes
just in time to see Noel's fist connect with Edgar's face. The hand was off of
his neck, Edgar stumbled away from them. He attempted to recover, attempted to
come back at Noel, but Noel was already in mid-swing, the second blow knocking
the guy against the lockers.
Edgar stumbled some more, and Noel was already prepared to dish out another
punch to the guy. But Edgar stumbled away,several small, short steps in an
attempt to get some distance from Noel, groaning and yelling 'Y-You assholes!
I'll get you back for this!" as he made his way outside to recover.
Noel didn't let his eyes leave Edgar for a second until he was completely gone.
Once he was no longer in sight, and once the anger in him dwindled down, he
immediately turned his attention to Hope, rushing to him.
"Hope! Are you alright?" He asked, one of his hands, grabbing Hope's, though
Hope didn't bother to protest against it. "Did you hurt you?" His voice was
full of concern, something that Hope felt an appreciation for given his current
circumstances. He wanted to say yes, his throat hurt, and he was nearly raped
in the middle of a school hallway, but decided against it. All it would do was
just make Noel angrier.
"No." He said, shaking his head. "Not really."
"Good." A sigh, relief, came from Noel. A breath of air that released all of
the tension from his body. "I couldn't imagine what would've happened if I
didn't come sooner. What happened there?"
Hope shook his head. It didn't matter to him, not anymore now that it was over.
"Nothing." He said, more to reinstate the fact that it was over to himself
rather than actually answer Noel. "Um...Thanks. Really, Noel." He said, smiling
at him.
"No problem, Hope." Noel said, still gripping his hand, though he shifted his
hold on it, changing it so their fingers were intwined now. "I...yeah. I was
really worried." They weren't really saying anything, and they both knew it.
They were passing time, filling the silence, concentrating more on the touch of
each other's hand.
Hope should've pulled away, but he didn't. Instead he looked at their hands,
noticing how warm Noel's was in his own, as well as how much larger it was. His
skin felt like fire, and Hope found that he found the sensation pleasant. It
felt nice...nice and warm and Hope didn't want to let go, not quite yet.
"Hope, I..." Noel started, though he didn't finish. Hope looked up at him,
staring into his eyes, and Noel's words died on his lips, voice faltering and
dying in his throat.
"Noel..." Hope almost whispered out, his voice about to fail him. He couldn't
understand what this was, this...feeling. Something just felt charged up in
him, a shot of energy inserted right into his heart. His eyes kept flicking
between Noel's eyes and his lips, unsure, hesitantly asking if this was going
to happen, would he allow this to happen? His breathing was shaky, his pants
just felt so goddamn tight.
Hope whispered out Noel's name once more, and Noel leaned down, pressing his
lips against Hope's. Hope's skin felt like it was on fire, Noel's arms wrapping
around his body, making the skin underneath the cloth burn. It felt terrible.
Hungry and needy. It felt like something needed to be fed or needed to get out
or...SOMETHING had to be done just to PLEASE it.
Noel's lips were against his neck. Wet kisses, hungry kisses being placed along
his skin. Hope shuddered, feeling pleasure, but he felt like something was
missing...something...
"No."
His hands were pushing against Noel's chest. His breathing was hard. Was he
breathing during that? He couldn't tell. He shook the fog out of his mind,
looking up into Noel's confused face.
"...Hope?" His voice was gentle, soft, and was just as fragile as Noel seemed
at this moment.
"I'm...sorry. I can't do this. Not with you." Hope got out, hesitantly,
shakily. All the words had to be shoved out awkwardly, but he had to say it. He
couldn't betray Noel by letting this go on, he couldn't betray himself by
letting this go on. Noel wanted to be in a relationship with him, and
Hope...Hope couldn't return the look Noel gave him earlier. Not a real one.
Letting this proceed would just end up hurting the two of them more later.
"But...why?" Noel's voice wavered. Hope had to advert his eyes. Noel's eyes
were shining and he couldn't look at him, not in the face, not right now, this
was hard enough already. "Is it...?" Hope could hear the way he trailed off,
trying to think of anything wrong with himself that could be the reason why
Hope didn't want to do this with him.
"N-No...it's not you." The words came out too quickly. He couldn't force them
out fast enough. It was some comfort maybe, maybe not, he didn't know what to
do dammit, why couldn't this be easier, why did he let it go on even that much?
"It's...I'm sorry."
He had to pull himself away. He had to get out of this situation. He had to run
away.
"Is it Snow?"
Hope's body tensed at that name. Snow. Ringing around his head, that dumb grin
of his picture perfect, crystal clear in his memory. He could hear Noel let out
a sigh. He answered what he knew Noel had just figured out.
"Yeah."
"...I see."
"I'm sorry."
"...It's okay." Hope could tell that it wasn't, but Noel wasn't going to tell
him that. He continued to avert looking at him directly in the face, staring at
the ground, staring away. Noel didn't say anything. Hope wasn't sure what to do
until he heard the footsteps receding. Noel had walked away from him without
another word, and it made Hope wish that he could chase after him and
apologize.
He didn't though. He just stood there. He hadn't realized he was crying until
several minutes of his isolation had passed. He moved to wipe them off,
sniffling a bit. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He didn't realize
anyone was even still inside for the most part.
"Hope?" The voice made him turn around, shocked at the sound of Snow. "Are you
alright?" He asked, looking concerned as he approached the young man. "Have you
been crying?" He asked it with such tenderness, such concern...it made Hope's
heart melt.
It made his restraint snap.
Snow barely had time to react, and he used that time to say a shocked "What-?!"
before Hope was on him. Before Hope pressed his mouth against his, gripping his
clothes tightly. Before Hope did what he always wanted to do.
Hope couldn't see Snow's face. He couldn't tell what he was thinking. All he
knew was that he had this instinct to do this, this impulse that wouldn't fade
unless he did it right now. He kept his eyes closed, keeping his lips pressed
against Snow's, feeling a rush, a thrill, adrenaline pumping into his veins,
body screaming for more and more.
But the part of him that was rational took control suddenly.
Hope pulled away, eyes wide with shock, lifting a hand to cover his mouth,
confused and ashamed. Snow's face was in a similar state of shock to. What
should he do? There was nothing he could do. Nothing that he could say right
now.
That didn't stop him from mumbling "I'm sorry!" while he quickly took off,
running towards the door. He heard Snow call after him, but he didn't hesitate
for a second. He shoved the doors open, shoved whoever was in his way out of
it, and ran all the way home, leaving behind Snow Villiers, who spent the whole
time watching him go.
***** The climax *****
Chapter Notes
     Once again; I may have messed up this Omegaverse thing, I dunno much
     about it, so please keep that in mind.
Snow Villiers was 16 when he first mated.
It had happened suddenly, quickly. He could barely remember what had happened,
life was like that when you were stuck with a foster family that, try as they
might and as sweet as they are, sometimes just don't have much time for yet
ANOTHER foster child squeezed into their home. Sure, the government checks
helped, but, sweet family that they were, they worked so they could provide
more for the kids that lived with them. Just cause they weren't their kids
didn't mean they weren't 'their' kids.
But that kept them busy, and the topic of mating, Alphas, Omegas, all of that
just seemed to slip through the cracks with them.
That's when Snow found himself on top of Godot, it certainly came as quite a
shock.
So where their parents when they came home and found a perfectly good blanket
ruined with the holes Godot left behind with his teeth. Well, they were shocked
at the two boys having sex too, but the blanket was Egyptian Cotton! Oh dear,
they should've known better than to leave the GOOD fabrics out during this time
of year. Perhaps they still had the cashmere one...
But it was at that time that they realized that they had forgotten to explain
one itty-bitty detail about their body.
So that night they explained to them what it meant to be "Alpha," "Omega," and
what all of these weird feelings were. Godot, as it was, was an Omega.
(Something which earned no small amount of smug smirks from Snow for the rest
of their lives.) What it meant that 2-3 times a year (though 3 was very very
rare), the Omegas would go into heat. This meant that they'd want to mate with
someone and gave off all of the signs and scents that would attract an Alpha.
There was nothing to be ashamed about, of course, it was a natural part of
life. But this did mean something extra for Snow.
Snow had to have a lot of self-restraint, because Alphas were drawn to Omegas
through pure instinct. He had to resist the urge to give into the temptation,
because he could hurt someone very bad.
And that's what Snow did.
It wasn't easy going through high school, going through the city when the
Omegas went into heat. All of them looked so good, all of them practically
seemed to scream that they needed an Alpha for them. But Snow resisted. No, he
knew it was only the basic, pure instinct that led him to believe this. He
didn't want to mate with any of them, he wanted to wait.
He wanted to wait until he found the 'one,' as they called it.
At first, he tried to date Gadot, but the two were just too damn competitive
and got into too much trouble. Gadot was fun, but he wasn't the kind of person
Snow was looking for. Loud, aggressive, boastful, that wasn't what Snow wanted,
not truly.
So the next while he decided to date a girl named Serah. With soft features and
a beautiful smile, she was everything Snow wanted. She was playful without
being too competitive, was relaxed just being by Snow and holding his hand,
constantly seemed to practically shine when he was around...it was as if she
needed him as much as she wanted him. She had even convinced him to become a
teacher, because he was the kind of guy that loved kids and loved helping kids.
Unfortunately, her older sister always had an issue with Snow. She always was
curt with him, or warned her sister about dating him. Snow didn't take it too
seriously though cause, hey, she was just protecting her little sister.
Then came the time Serah went into heat. Imagine Snow's surprise when it turned
out it was her older sister that mated with her. That's when Snow realized that
things wouldn't work out between him and Serah. Serah already had someone to
protect her, and someone she loved and seemed to need. No, Snow wasn't the one
for Serah.
Then came Hope.
Hope was young. Innocent. Eyes full of hope and wonder with a spark of genius
behind it all. The way how he seemed to shine everytime Snow approached
reminded him of Serah. Snow was always there too encourage him when he needed
it, when he was too tired from exercise, or when he just looked generally down.
Occassionally he would talk to him, just to learn bits and pieces about him,
like how he was planning to go to Academia, how he was so interested in math
and science.
Snow didn't want to admit that, deep down, he talked to him because Hope looked
up at him the same way that Serah used to. With love and hope. With a want to
hold close and a need to feel himself wrapped in Snow's arms. Hope always
smiled too wide when Snow was around. He was always too nervous, fiddling
around with that tablet like he was actually typing something in when he
stumbled over a word, or was pretending to look up information when he was just
really trying to figure out what to say next. Snow could practically hear his
heart beat.
But Snow didn't make a move. He was too young, he was still in High school. No,
it couldn't work out.
So imagine his surprise whenever Hope jumped on him, pressing their lips
together in a hard and needy kiss.
Imagine his surprise when Hope looked at him with embarrassed, wide eyes before
turning and quickly running out of the school building.
Imagine his surprise when Hope didn't show up the next day.
It was worrying to say the least. Checking up with the rest of his teachers, he
quickly learned that Hope hadn't attended class at all that day. The teachers
didn't seem to know why, but Snow did. It was because Hope was in heat. If he
was correct, this would be the day where their sexual appetite would increase
until it became their priority. If Hope had been taking surpressants, they
wouldn't do him any good at this stage.
This was the peak of his heat. This would drain him of all of his energy. This
was going to drive him crazy.
So Snow did something that he shouldn't have.
When all of his classes were done, he went for a walk. A walk that was too long
to be called short, but too short to be called long. He walked and walked and
walked until he came open the door to a house that he had found underneath
Hope's student profile.
Even from here, he could smell it. The pheremones that Omegas gave out when
they were in their heat. It was powerful, and he was shocked that there weren't
any Alphas hanging around here...He took a quick look around, making sure no
one, especially anyone that could be an Alpha, was around, and gently rapped on
the door three times.
There was a pause. Snow wasn't sure if Hope had heard him. A quick look in the
driveway of the house showed that there were no cars in there at the moment.
Was he not home? He knocked again.
Then it came. The scent of pheremones. The door wasn't even open and the the
scent was practically overpowering. He could feel himself being drawn to him,
feeling it awaken some wild part within him that was normally left untouched.
Then the door opened.
It took all of his willpower to restrain himself when he saw Hope's face.
Hope's adorable face that he wanted to kiss, that he wanted to see twisted in
pure ectasy. Those lips that he wanted to scream his name over and over, while
Snow rammed into-
"Snow?"
Snow cleared his throat. "May I come in?" He asked through his dry mouth.
"Uh..y-you shouldn't really be here." Hope said, sounding strained.
He sounded just as restrained as Snow did. Just like he wanted to pounce on
Snow as much as Snow wanted to pounce on him. Just like he wanted to kiss snow
as much as Snow wanted to kiss that mouth of his until they were nearly
bruised.
"Hope, I was worried." Snow began. He had a whole speech lined out, about how
it's alright that he kissed him, about he found him cute too...about how it
wouldn't work out due to their positions. But all of those words, the speech he
planned and recited in his mind over and over throughout the day and during
this trip, gone. All he saw in front of him was an attractive young man
suffering from the peak of his heat, in desperate need and finding those needs
unfulfilled.
And Snow always wanted to help those in need...
"Hope, I-"
"Fuck me."
Snow paused, surprised at such blunt words coming from Hope. That wasn't
something Hope would say, not normally. But this wasn't normal for Hope. All of
these pheremones, they must've been from years of taking suppressants. Every
primal instinct was clawing at Snow rom the inside, and by Orphan he wanted to
touch every inch of Hope's skin, but he knew he couldn't. No, not with Hope,
it'd just be taking advantage of him in his current state. It'd just be...
"P-Please..."
Snow felt a hand grab his own. He looked down, seeing Hope's, his hand gripping
Snow's with such urgency, such need...like Snow was the only person in the
world who could cure him of this. His hand felt so soft..he wanted to hold it,
to kiss it, to trail every inch of this young man's body with kisses...but
there was something underneath it as well. The look Hope gave him. The look
that said that Snow might as well have been the last human being in the world.
To Hope, Snow WAS the only one he could do this.
Snow's heart melted, and his restraint, fragile as it was already, was falling
apart quickly.
Snow wanted to say no. He knew that some part of him had to. Think of the
rumors, the consequences, the way this would affect him and Hope. There were
many bad things that could, that would, happen after this. Despite everything,
they were still a student and his teacher! But when Hope looked at him with
those green eyes, there was no longer an option for him to decline. All of the
'What May Be's and 'What Will Be's melted away. All that stood in front of him
was a young man who needed him.
And, damn it, that's what Snow was looking for his whole life.
"Alright..."Snow said after another second of hesitation. "Alright,
I'll....I'll do it."
Hope smiled, and to Snow it seemed as if his whole face lit up. Like his smile
was a ray of light. It was the sight that Snow wanted to see, the sight that
probably would've melted his heart had he not already fallen for the kid.
"L-Let's get inside...before I..." Snow said. His voice was strained, he
realized. He was doing everything he could not to ravish the young man right
here, out in the open. It was hard, and he felt like a spring all wound up, his
will just a hair's breadtha way from snapping.
"O-Oh, right." Hope said, walking further into the house, gently pulling a
tense Snow into the house.
Hope had barely closed the door behind him before Snow was on him.
He let out a small yelp, but that was quickly silenced with a kiss, soft and
sweet, Snow's body pulling Hope's close against his. Snow's tongue prodded at
Hope's lips, trying to have some restraint as to not just force himself all at
once on the young man. Hope opened his mouth, and Snow could feel his body
tense in his arms as his tongue penetrated Hope's mouth.
It was getting hard to breathe. Hope's body was in Snow's arm, pressing against
it, Hope's arms wrapped around Snow's neck. He rubbed between Hope's legs with
his knee, feeling his erection, feeling him tense up and let out a needy moan.
Fuck.
Hope suddenly broke away from the kiss, much to the frustration of Snow. "U-
Upstairs." He panted out, breathless. Snow was barely paying attention, opting
to instead place kisses along the young man's exposed neck, feeling those
fingers grip his shirt tightly. "Up-Upstairs, w-we have to go upstairs," he
barely heard again.
He wanted to ignore it. Forget about upstairs. Forget about society and whoever
finds them. Forget about it all, he just wanted to feel Hope's body underneath
his.
But the rational side of him took over,even if he didn't want to stop. He
didn't stop though. He kept kissing Hope's neck, while gripping him tightly,
and suddenly lifting him up. When he felt Hope's legs wrap around his waist, he
began the slow, steady walk upstairs, pressing his lips against every inch of
skin available to him.
It was a good thing the door was already open, because Snow didn't think he had
the patience to actually try to open it short of kicking it down if it wasn't.
He didn't even have enough patience to gently put Hope on the bed. He tossed
him on it, giving the young man just enough time to collect his senses before
he was on him again.
His fingers were grabbing at the edges of his shirt. He pulled at it. "Take it
off."
Hope did as he was told, grabbing his shirt and roughly pulling it off. Snow
could hear the fabric stretch several times, and some part of him found some
joy in that. The little guy was so eager for it, so different from shy young
man he usually saw.
Snow did the same, pulling off his shirt, tossing it to the ground, and quickly
resumed touching the young man. His hands explored his body, his stomach, his
sides, Snow's mouth kissing down his neck, and kissing over his chest. He could
hear Hope gasp, panting, all of his skin so heated, so warm, and Snow just
wanted to kiss and fuck him until he was content.
He made his way downwards, kissing until he came to the waistline of the young
man's pants. He looked up, watching Hope's eyes watching him, wide,
anticipating, anxious and eager. Snow grinned. He could see Hope swallow. Hard.
He was so fucking cute. He was so filled with lust.
Snow decided to tease him a bit.
He kissed the skin, now so sensitive from the touch of Snow, right at the edge
of the waistband of the pants. He could feel the muscle twitch underneath the
soft skin. He could hear the fabric of the sheets as Hope pulled them into a
white-knuckled grip. He kissed right above, the pubic hair tickling his nose
slightly.
Hope's legs shifted, knees bending, pulled up, wound up. Any second Snow
expected them to wrap around him. Poor guy.
He grinned as he leaned down, pressing another soft, hearing a soft "Snow" in a
voice that made Hope sound ready to just burst, and gently began to unbutton
the pants in front of him. He could feel the fabric in great detail, felt the
warmth of the metallic button against the tips of his fingers, hear the zipper
undo each and every tooth. He grabbed the edges of Hope's pants, not his
underwear, just his pants, and began to pull them down, revealing a pair of
black boxers and a pair of long, smooth legs.
"Heh, I thought you'd have a bit more muscle on you. Maybe I need to give you
more exercise." He teased, surpressing a chuckle as he heard a low "Dear
Orphan, no." from him. He tugged the pants off of Hope's feet, tossing them
into a pile at the foot of the bed. When he turned around, the sight of Hope
just spread out like that, arms to his side, sheets gripped in his hands, and
his legs spread to allow Snow room...Well, Snow would be lying it he didn't say
that it wasn't something he'd been craving for a while.
He slowly slid back into place, lowering himself down until he came between
Hope's legs, his face directly above his crotch. He heard the soft "Snow..."
coming from Hope's lips, feeling the legs shift around on the bed, the toes
curling..'Sorry,Hope,' Snow thought to himself as he licked his lips, 'I've
always been a bit of a tease.'
He leaned down and licked the cloth, thin as it was, that seperated his tongue
from Hope's hard length. There came a small gasp, a groan. He could feel his
length twitch against the fabric of the boxers. He grinned. Hope was just too
cute.
"This your first time?" He asked.
"Y-Yeah..." Hope got out in a voice that was just above a whisper, breathy and
strained.
"Heh, gotta say, that makes me feel special." Snow's fingers were slipping
underneath the waistband of Hope's boxers. He could feel Hope tense up,
practically hearing the 'Oh Orphan...' that the young man swallowed down. He
began to pull them down.
Hope's length popped out, tall and erect. "Heh, looks like your enjoying
yourself." Snow said, looking up at Hope's face just in time to see him cover
it with his hands, embarrassed. "And shy too." Snow took the length in his
hand, gently gripping it as he leaned down, licking his lips.
He took Hope's erection into his mouth.
"F-Fuck!"
Snow would've smiled if he could've. That was the first time he had ever heard
an outburst like that from Hope. All of his muscles tensed up. His back arched
upwards. One of his legs placed itself on Snow's back, as if urging him for to
continue. He was too happy to oblige, taking more in his mouth, getting a small
pleasured hiss in response. Hope called out his name, and it had such a lustful
and needy tone that drove Snow wild.
He took more in his mouth, slowly taking it all in. He closed his eyes,
listening to the soft moans and groans that came from Hope's mouth. He could
hear him shifting in the bed, throwing his head back, his other leg wrapping
around Snow, the muscles tensing, unsure if he should leave him be or press
down to make him continue. Snow began to slowly move his head up and down,
running the flat of his tongue along the base of Hope's length.
"O-Orphan, Sn-Snow!" Hope moaned out, taking in a sharp gasp of breath as he
shivered in pleasure. Were it not for the fact that he needed some help too,
Snow would've loved to spend more time making Hope moan and whimper with just
his mouth.
When he withdrew the length from the mouth, giving the head a small kiss, he
could hear Hope whimper. The plead and the 'more' died in his throat. He wanted
to say it, but he wasn't going to. Shame, really. Snow would've loved to hear
it.
He began working on his own pants, unbuttoning them and quickly tugging his
jeans and boxers off, tossing them to join the pile of clothes at the foot of
the bed. His own erection was free now, and he watched Hope's eyes widen, his
cheeks turn an astonishing shade of red. "First time seeing another?" he asked,
which Hope hesitantly nodded.
Cute.
"Don't worry, you should get more used to the sight of one in the future."
Hope's wide eyes quickly shifted to Snow's smirking face at that. Snow just
chuckled, grabbing his legs and gently lifting them up, placing them on his
shoulders.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
Hope didn't respond, not for a couple of seconds. Then, slowly, hesitantly, he
nodded.
"Alright. Here we go."
Snow began to push into the young man, feeling Hope's muscles tense up at the
new feeling of being penetrated. He waited a few seconds, waiting until Hope
relaxed himself, then continued pushing it, getting a small gasp out of Hope, a
mix of pain and pleasure. The first time always hurt a little bit. Hope was,
thankfully, already lubed enough to actually take Snow in without much
difficulty. Still, Snow watched Hope's face as he pushed into him, watching it
for any signs of pain, any signs of something wrong, as he pushed all the way
into the young man.
Hope was holding his breath. He was tense. He had his eyes closed. Finally,
after a few seconds, he opened his eyes, swallowing hard and giving Snow a
slight nod.
Snow slowly slid out and thrust back in.
Hope let out a small gasp, mouth slightly open, head pressed back into the
pillows. Then Snow thrust in again. And again.
Snow watched Hope's face, watching his reactions each time he penetrated the
student. He watched the way it was twisted with pleasure, the way he took in
deeps breaths between his moan. He watched as Hope bit his lower lip, possibly
in an attempt to stifle any further sounds, but a few more thrusts into him
destroyed that attempt, causing him to let out a small, shuddering gasps.
Snow licked his lips because Orphan he was going to cum just from his adorable
expressions. He heard his name repeated over and over in Hope's voice, each one
sounding strained, gradually getting into higher pitches. Hope grabbed the
sheets, his length was twitching, and his moans were getting louder.
He was reaching the climax. He opened his eyes, looking at Snow, as if asking
him if it was alright to do so. Snow just smiled, licking his lips as he
himself was on the edge.
He began to speed it up, deciding to make the kid's first time memorable. He
was pushing into him faster now, harder, drawing out louder moans, his name
becoming a chant, a plead in Hope's voice. He was sure that Hope's fingers were
going to rip his sheets...
Then it happened.
Snow came first with a loud groan.
Hope followed soon after.
With that, panting heavily, Snow pulled out of Hope and laid down next to him.
Spent, drained, he wrapped an arm around his younger companion, pulling him
close. He could feel the warmth from Hope's skin against his own. He knew there
would be consequences...but that was for tomorrow. That was for later.
For now, he wanted to lay with this boy who had been in his mind. He wanted to
sleep and wake up with him in his arms. So tired was he, that as he closed his
eyes shortly after leaning down to kiss the young man on his head, telling him
'I love you' without words, he had only just realized that it was raining. The
constant tap-tap-tap on the window quickly pulled him to sleep.
Hope stayed up for a few more moments. He waited until after Snow had fallen
asleep, waited until his breathing had slowed down. And Hope just laid there,
awake, breathing in his scent, the scent of his sweat, their sex, and the scent
of falling rain.
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