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  Relationship:
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      Childhood), E._Aster_Bunnymund, Toothiana_(Guardians_of_Childhood),
      Sanderson_Mansnoozie
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      Suicide, Child_Abuse, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Past_Abuse, Past_Child
      Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Mild_Blood, Domestic_Violence, anal_penetration,
      Anal_Fingering, Anal, Smut, Alpha_Kozmotis_Pitchiner, Underage_Drinking,
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      Published: 2017-06-24 Updated: 2018-01-30 Chapters: 7/? Words: 39679
****** It Just Never Lets Up ******
by Beebum01
Summary
     Two of Mr. Pitchiner's best friends pass away and now he's inherited
     a lot more than he bargained for. The Company and money was great,
     but now he's the guardian of his best friends' only son 'Jack' and
     what's more than unsettling is he presents as an Omega and being an
     Alpha himself, he doesn't want to break his promise to protect the
     boy.
***** Hollow *****
Chapter Notes
     Just thought I'd give this story a shot when it popped into my head
     while working on something else. I'll hopefully be updating this
     soon, cause I want to get to good stuff with a territorial Pitch and
     a Jealous Aster. ;)
It was under sad circumstances that Jack ended up in his care and he knew that
the boy was adamant about not talking about it. The parents of the boy had
passed, two of Mr. Pitchiner’s closest friends had only gone out for their
anniversary with a tragic movie like ending – with no other living relatives
and their son only about 13 at the time. Needless to say, when he received a
call from a lawyer making him the inheritor of a slightly larger fortune than
his own and appointing him the guardian of Mr. and Mrs. Frost’s only son,
‘Jack’, it was a feeling of loss and confusion on so many levels that he was
almost in a daze going through it.
In less than a night he had a child to care for and was missing two of the best
people he had known and that had accepted him regardless of his past. The cold
man didn’t have a lot going for him other than being a partner to Mr. Frost in
a major leading company for technology ‘Overland Inc.’, so it was a new and
unexpected situation that inheriting a small family was something he never
thought he would experience. Being that Jack’s father and Pitch had grown up
together made everything else that much worse under the pretenses; let’s just
say it was hard to separate his personal life and his work when he couldn’t
make any distinguishing barriers between what was work and what was home.
Mr. Pitchiner or ‘Pitch’ -was what most people close to him called him for
short (a nickname from his childhood courtesy of Mr. Frost), wasn’t the most
inviting and most people had wondered how both Alphas became so close being
polar opposites. Mr. Frost was a kind yet stern man and was beloved by everyone
that met him, while most people were afraid to just make eye contact with
Pitch. Pitch was the deal driver in the company and some would say most of the
brains behind it, but he didn’t mind not being the face when it began – just
knowing that he wasn’t the most approachable.
Four years later, he looked at himself in his bathroom mirror after washing his
face. He hadn’t aged very much, features still just as sharp and not softening
for the life of him. His dark curly hair that he tried to keep slicked back for
appearances was hanging messily in front of his amber tinted eyes. Most said he
was handsome, just very off putting with a heightened air about him that
demanded superiority. A typical ‘Alpha’.
He didn’t mind the title very much, but it became an issue when the boy
presented at fifteen as an Omega. He was at a loss when the white-haired teen
had fallen to the floor with the most amazing scent that could send anyone,
even an Alpha, into hyperdrive. It took everything in him not to over step his
boundaries and break any trust with the boy. Not that society would hold it
against him. There were rumors about the rarer sex, that they were actually
sirens, descended upon humanity to test the endurance of man in abstaining and
not succumbing to worldly pleasures.
He wasn’t a man to believe in weird ideologies, but after that first heat, one
might think him a prophet of some sort.
He remembered it as clear as day, two years prior, the boy was in the kitchen
making them breakfast. He was in his room adjusting his tie, when he heard a
crash and suddenly the aroma of wintergreen mint and warm vanilla had filled
the area. It was as if something in his brain had turned on and he needed to
find where it was coming from. He had never come into contact with an Omega
prior, at least not that he was aware of, and the fact that the boy was one was
all the more puzzling, being that both of his parents were Alpha and Beta.
As he followed the scent, he remembered it being the strongest in the kitchen
and as he saw the boy struggling to get up off the floor, sweating and
whimpering -as if he was calling a mate – it made Pitch sick.
Not sick in the sense that he was repulsed by the boy himself, but sick in the
fact that he couldn’t control himself, not even to look away. He remembered
himself trembling as he was fighting his primitive instincts to fuck him and
knowing that this child was in his care by the parents – his late best friends.
Had they known the boy was a ‘breeder’, were they aware of the struggles that
he would face? And if so, why did they think Pitch was good enough for the job?
“P-Pitch…?” He heard it call his name. He could feel the blood pulsating
through his forehead as his name fell sweetly from the boy’s lips. “I’m… s-
scared…” The boy’s pleas had almost fallen on deaf ears as time seemed to be
Pitch’s keeper. It wasn’t until the timer on his watch had gone off, that he
realized they were going to be late.
“It’s going… to be… fine…” Pitch commanded to himself through gritted teeth as
he managed to turn his head away from Jack, tears now at the corners of both of
their eyes. He could hear him sniffling from behind him as he called his
secretary Katherine, who happened to be a Beta. He told her about the boy’s
condition and that she needed to take him to the doctor immediately. He’d given
her specific instructions to leave Pitch a detailed synopsis of what went on,
the diagnosis as well as the list of things that boy would need. It wasn't
something Pitch needed to explain when he also asked her to hold off his
meeting and appointments for the rest of the day as he would be taking a
personal one. He needed to find a hotel for the week.
                                      ***
Jack also remembered that day very vividly. It was the day that everything in
his life became clear that he was never meant for happiness. It wasn’t an
extraordinary day for anything, but he could recall cramping and periods of
feeling warm only a week before it happened. He had just chocked it off to
possibly getting sick or catching whatever was going around at school; after
all it was spring time, so colds and allergies weren’t out of the question.
He had gotten up as normal, grabbed a quick shower and was in the kitchen
making toast and eggs for his guardian and himself. It was the routine and he
knew that the man would be busy all day and so rarely had time to eat. He was
thankful for Pitch, despite never really being close to the man, he knew that
his father had trusted him with his life. Whenever someone had spoken
negatively of Pitch, despite his demeanor, Mr. Frost always corrected them with
his perception of the man he openly trusted and called his best friend.
The living circumstances weren’t all that bad either. Pitch was now singularly
the CEO of Overland Inc. and so was always busy, leaving Jack to himself most
of the time. It made things easier as Jack preferred his solitude to the
company of most. He did have his friend Aster as well as Toothiana (whose
parents she always educated were dentists after providing her name), that he
spent most of his time with, if not alone.
Pitch graciously hadn’t forced Jack to leave his friends and instead had
purchased a decent sized mansion on a mountain side that happened to be
somewhat close to his school. It was relatively bigger than what Jack had been
used to, as Mr. Frost liked to appear normal regardless of the amount of money
he had at his fingertips. With the three stories of glass and grey stone, it
was very modern, but blended well with its surroundings of large pine trees and
the green shrubbery on the land. Pitch wasn’t much of a gardener and so
preferred a low maintenance back yard.
They did however have a balcony that over looked a lake a few miles away, that
Jack would sit on and draw when he wanted space from everything. He imagined
Pitch picked it, because the house was so remote and Pitch also liked to be
alone.
That day though. The day it had him doubling over on the kitchen floor, with
cramps so bad that it had him on all fours begging for relief. The heat that
filled his veins and swelled at the core of his stomach, then staring up at the
man and wanting something from him.
They weren’t close -the deepest conversation he could remember them having was
when he was thirteen. They were driving in Pitch’s car and the man had
clarified that despite them never formally being introduced, he loved his
father like a brother and he was going to take care of Jack.
But it was weird. He suddenly could feel Mr. Pitchener in the room, he could
smell him. A rich oak and cologne musk that made him feel comforted. He needed
something from the man, but his ears and neck flushed red, when he realized
where he felt he needed something the most. His body couldn’t possibly have an
erection for a man he likened to family and why were his pants suddenly wet?
They weren’t blood related by any means, but he never once looked at the man
that way. Or did he?
He recalled Pitch’s scent always being transparent to him even when he was on
the opposite side of the house, and knowing the older man was present. That was
normal, right? Or being able to smell Katherine on his tie, when he knew that
the secretary was always adjusting it before his meetings. That was also a
normal thing, wasn’t it?
His vision was hazy as Mr. Pitchiner focused on him, and he called out.
“P-Pitch?” The boy’s voice cracked as he looked at the dark-haired man staring
intently on him, obviously startled and struggling with something. There was
sweat on the man’s brow and he looked as though someone had punched him in the
gut. “I’m… s-scared…” Jack managed to sputter as he tried to stay sitting up,
instead of being forced by his own state on his chest and forearms.
He could hear the man saying that everything was going to be fine under his
breath, and then watched him turn away to get on his phone. In a weird way, the
boy felt abandoned staring up at the man’s broad back in a well pressed black
suit. It was a cold and isolating feeling that turned his stomach as he could
feel tears running down his cheeks. He just wanted to be touched. He just
needed to be held and told everything was going to be alright. That’s when he
realized he missed his mom. She would’ve known what to do.
He had suppressed so much of his sadness and in that moment, he no longer had
any restraint or control. He started sobbing while thinking of his mother and
wanting her warmth. It felt like only moments later when he smelt Katherine. A
warm and kind scent, like cinnamon and berries (it always reminded him of tea),
was helping him off the floor while covering her face with a scarf.
“It’s going to be okay honey,” she said sweetly, her words slightly muffled by
the cloth. He latched onto her, wrapping his arms around her neck, trying to
bury his face into the comforting smell being emitted from her scent gland. She
let him, realizing he no longer had any parents and couldn’t imagine Pitch’s
presence was all that heartwarming.
She sat down with him on the floor as he was becoming a dead weight in not
being able to control his legs. She remembered him whimpering in her arms as
she grabbed the medicine from her bag that she luckily still had on her person.
She watched him eye what was she was doing, face still close to her neck as she
pulled the cap off to a reveal a syringe and a needle. He hid his face in her
neck without so much as a sniffle.
“Jack honey? Do you trust me?” She asked as she could feel him trembling on her
side. He nodded into her neck with a small croon, and it felt like coddling a
small child not a boy of fifteen.
Then again, she herself had never dealt with an Omega. She remembered having a
distant relative that was rumored to be one, but it wasn’t something commonly
talked about. Luckily, in her earlier years of college, she had taken some
medical classes and had an idea of how to administer medicine with a needle.
He winced and she could feel the tears on her neck, realizing that due to the
thickness of the medicine, it probably hurt as it was taking a few minutes to
be injected into his thigh. He was quietly sobbing on her as she quickly
removed the needle and held him for a moment. He was clearly exhausted from
just the oncoming symptoms of his first heat taking their toll and was still
amazed that Pitch had managed to get out of the house before succumbing to the
scent.
                                      ***
She realized immediately approaching the front door to the house and letting
herself in with the key that was given to her by Mr. Pitchener, that something
was off. Finding the boy in that groveling state, body desperately presenting
itself to be claimed and immediately her heart softened as the boy was a mess
of his own tears.
Even during their trip to the doctors, she could see depression tint the boy’s
pale eyes as he took in the news. She knew it was hard being told in so many
words that his body was going to be his worst enemy every three or so months
and that it was preparing him for something he couldn’t even muster at such an
early age in his youth.
Also being responsible for almost tempting the man that was his care taker, was
also embarrassing. The doctor was a sweeter middle-aged lady with blonde hair
and rosy cheeks, but even the sweetness in her tone couldn’t soften the harsh
reality that he was a ‘breeder’, and that everyone was going to know, as it was
a legal requirement his school be notified regarding his fragile condition, for
his absences were now going to be much more frequent.
                                      ***
She took him home, and things were content. He had all the medicines and
instructions on how to take them that he would need along with her and the
doctor office’s phone number in case of emergencies. He was now on birth
control, something the doctor advised to make sure his heat cycles were
regular, and something he was obviously off put by, but couldn’t say ‘no’ to.
“Do you think… he’s mad at me?” Jack asked quietly as Katherine was tucking him
into bed and making sure everything was set up before she left. Her red hair
fell over her shoulder, as she sat on the end of the bed, Jack looking towards
the window. Her green eyes were kind as she knitted her eyebrows and crooned to
him attentively.
“No sweetie, I can’t imagine why he would be. None of this is your fault.”
Katherine put her hand on his knee over the blanket. “It’s just a little hard,
especially when people like you are so unique and your hormones demand
attention in a different way.” He let a few tears slide down his cheek before
he wiped them away.
“Th-thank you Katie.” Jack said ever so gently as he lay on his side. She had
been his go-to for the last couple years, also being present when Jack’s father
was still alive and so she knew his family a little more intimately then just
being a secretary. Especially always overseeing the families’ personal affairs
and appointments. It comforted Jack with her around, knowing that he didn’t
lose everything and even looking back at what had happened, he loved Katherine
dearly.
***** Sweet Things *****
Chapter Summary
     Pitch's feelings are growing for the boy after so many years of care-
     willing to give the boy everything he could desire, but at what
     price? School has started and Aster's come home from summer vacation
     in Australia; and things are getting hot and heavy.
Chapter Notes
     Another chapter - Thanks so much for reading!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jack was now seventeen and right on track for graduation. His senior year of
high school had begun and his school being notified wasn’t all that bad. As a
matter of fact, they actually put in some effort to accommodate his
‘condition’, as they weren’t used to Omegas attending their school and were
pleased to have one (even if it was to diversify their demographics). The
overall acceptance may also have been helped by the fact that Jack’s father had
been a huge sponsor towards ‘North Star’ -the very reputable private academy
his son was already attending beforehand; and for appearance sake, Mr.
Pitchener hadn’t stopped any of their connections with the headmaster.
The routine hadn’t changed much either; despite the traumatic event. Jack still
got up and made breakfast for himself and his guardian every day since. Pitch
figured with everything that had happened, recalling the boy’s first heat, that
Jack was well aware he had to take precautions in safeguarding himself during
those times.
 
“How’re your grades?” Pitch asked over breakfast. They usually sat at the
smaller dining table most days as it was a lot more personal. They had a formal
dining room, well furnished with a gaudy twelve seat hand-carved wooden dining
table, but it was rarely ever used as both of them didn’t have nearly enough
friends. Truthfully, Pitch only ever used it for dinners with the company
clients he was forced to impress and to work out deals.
“They’re good, but the year just started…” Jack stated unconcerned as he poked
around his plate, chasing a blueberry that had fallen to the side of his
pancake. He was a relatively good kid, with excellent grades, the only issue
was that he had a mouth on him when he felt strongly about things and it
sometimes got him into trouble.
“That’s good. Have you thought of what colleges you would like to attend?”
Pitch was just trying to be the best caretaker in the best way he knew how. He
didn’t want to seem too overbearing, but having been rearing the kid for the
last four years, he honestly just wanted the best for him.
“Am I allowed… to attend?” Jack looked at the stern man, jaw clenched and
knitting his eyebrows in question. Pitch nodded and looked at the pale beauty
knowing why he was asking. Despite the rarity of the situation, the few times
an Omega was brought up, they were only acknowledged as excellent domestic baby
and home makers. It wasn’t uncommon for them to settle down early with a
partner without pursuing a formal career, but he knew Jack didn’t want that,
and hell he had the money to send Jack anywhere he wanted to go.
“Well if you keep your GPA in top shape, I see no reason why not.” Pitch
declared as he finished his coffee. Jack’s face lit up and looked as if he
wanted to cry. It pained the man to see any discomfort stir within the pup, but
knew that the boy had found some relief with the answer that was given to him.
Pitch didn’t know if he was becoming more susceptible to the boy’s mood because
his Alpha was aware of the Omega, or if it was some sort of paternal instinct,
but he knew he couldn’t ignore it.
“T-thank you.” Jack said earnestly as he grabbed both of their plates and took
them to the sink. Pitch looked at his watch and quickly got up.
“Would you like me to drop you off at school?” The suave man asked, putting on
a black P-coat and grabbing his keys. The boy nodded, grabbing his bag and
followed him out.
 
                                      ***
                                        
Pitch reclined in his black leather executive chair as far back as he could,
with his feet propped on his desk. He had been neck deep in work, face buried
in documents for the last couple hours, and he needed to take a moment for
himself. He observed the small black cuff-links the boy had helped him put on
earlier -a hint of wintergreen mint and vanilla still faintly lingering – and
felt a warmth in his chest. The man couldn’t recall when he had become so fond
of the Omega.
It had just dawned on him how much Jack had matured. He wasn’t sure if the
hormones inherent to the boy’s gender had any effect, but he was coming into
his own as a very smart and beautiful individual. Pale, soft skin (slightly
freckled) … translucent eyes hooded by lengthy dark lashes… height; not too
tall, but also not too short… long legs… personality; gentle and considerate –
sometimes stubborn. The admiration for Jack conceptually wasn’t brand new, but
he was suddenly becoming more aware of how much he truly enjoyed the youth’s
company.
He guessed that he began to acknowledge the small infatuation when ‘somehow’ it
had leaked due to one of Pitch’s employees – whose child also attended ‘North
Star’ – that Pitch’s ward from his late partner presented as an ‘Omega’. He
knew it wasn’t a secret that could be kept forever, but he wanted to prolong
the boy’s privacy for as long as possible, before society started expecting
things from him.
Unfortunately, as it stood then, being the common rumor almost made common
knowledge - Pitch was going to keep the Omega for himself having raised him.
At first, the thought alone felt like he was robbing the boy of something.
Perhaps any freedoms or aspirations the boy might have for the future? But what
bothered him the most was that nobody else seemed to have any qualms with it.
He knew the vast majority of people hadn’t dealt with Omegas themselves, and so
just assumed whatever stereotypes that were spoon fed to them by the media as
reality; but it was becoming a probable thought as time went by and he watched
Jack grow, that he was able to do whatever he wanted with him.
 
He sighed in a day dream. Thinking of the boy walking around the house barefoot
with his bond mark ever so present on his nape; ‘expecting’. Coming home from a
long hectic day at the office and feeling the pleasantry in seeing another fat
baby crying on the boy’s hip as he prepared dinner – his black hair and Jack’s
pale eyes on the babe.
The pup was already taking care of Pitch when it came to meals and cleaning
anyway, so was it so inconceivable to add a few more personal ambitions to the
picture?
The idea of dating had never been an interest of Pitch’s, although he never had
an issue in that department and did have a few reoccurring dates from time to
time; but nothing of fruition. Being as busy as he was with the company, the
upkeep on someone else who required attention was more demanding than he cared
for and so it never worked out - except for the boy. It was if mother nature
herself had blessed him under dark circumstances with a partner potentially
tailored for him. Jack just didn’t make any situation harder than it needed to
be and it soothed Pitch’s Alpha to be near such a warm-hearted caretaker.
Was it now so far-fetched to just add a bond and take care of his ward for the
rest of his life? The fantasy was fulfilling in an intrinsic sort of way for
the Alpha. He wasn’t sure if he had the right to look at Jack with those
intentions, but his thoughts were his own and so he let them run wild for a
bit.
 
                                      ***
 
Being at school was a relief for Jack. He didn’t like attention much, but most
who knew ‘who and what’ he was, tried to be understanding. It wasn’t that he
hated being home either, but school was just a place he got the interaction he
needed to sate him. Even if there were a few vulgar comments thrown at him by
the few unwarranted Alphas in the halls from time-to-time. It was something he
had conditioned himself early on not to pay them any mind, so that he could see
the people that truly mattered to him.
He was actually excited as he neared his locker, remembering that Aster was due
back from his family trip to Australia that week and couldn’t wait to see his
friend. It was just the summer that he was gone for, but it felt like forever.
They had been close since elementary and his friend had been there for him
through it all. Aster didn’t even mind that he was an Omega. Not that most did,
but he didn’t even make a big deal about it and they continued hanging out the
same way they always had -Toothiana always showing up whenever she wasn’t
excelling at sports or doing extracurricular activities.
 
“Hey Snowflake!” Jack could already feel the other boy nearing with a hint of
Pine and a distinct cinnamon musk. He turned around to see the ashy brown-
haired boy grimace at him as he approached, a glimmer of pride to his step.
“Aster!” Jack beamed as he hugged his friend and then stepped back to get a
good look at him as he somehow managed to fill out quite a bit over the summer.
He had grown to a whopping 6'2 and was a lot more muscular than Jack could
recall. “How was seeing the fam?” Jack asked his light eyes locked with green,
still trying to contain his happiness. Aster smiled, his thicker lips pulling
back to reveal a row of perfectly white teeth.
“They’re good! Just hung out with some of my uncles and did a lot of surfing!”
The now larger scruffy boy of seventeen was dawning very tanned skin as he
leaned on the lockers in a black t-shirt, a beige cardigan (accentuating the
lean muscles in his arms and back) and a pair of taught tan jeans. “Also, I’m
not broken like everyone thought I was.” Jack’s brows raised at his statement.
Then he remembered that Aster hadn’t presented, not even as a Beta and being so
late in his teens, it was very odd.
“Oh yeah?” Jack inquired as he pulled himself away from his friend’s gaze
momentarily, opened his locker and put some books away.
“Yeah… actually turns out I’m an A-Alpha….” Aster said shyly as he scratched
his head, knowing that Jack would have wanted to know any news about his
friends regardless. Then the Omega in Jack recalled the distinct musk that he
could smell on Alphas and it was clear to him when his friend approached what
he was.
“That’s good. I bet your father’s proud knowing that you’ll be taking after
him?” Jack smiled encouragingly as he knew that it was a somewhat touchy
comment coming from an Omega, but that his friend wasn’t going to read into it
at all.
“Y-yeah, I hope this won’t change things?” Aster stated rhetorically and
obviously concerned as his now towering height of 6’2 loomed over Jack’s measly
5’8. In most cases, one might feel overwhelmed by the obviously larger Alpha,
but Jack knew he was worried that he might be afraid of him. Even still, Aster
had presented as the gender at the pinnacle of society and was acting like it
was the same as Jack. It almost made the Omega cry at the consideration his
friend was giving him in that situation, realizing the impact it could
potentially have on him.
“Of course not!” Jack snapped, trying to make it obvious that he was annoyed
his best friend would think so shallow of him. “You stuck it out with me when I
presented, so why would you think I wouldn’t be inclined to do the same?” Aster
seemed somewhat startled, but his face lit up shortly after. He hugged his
friend again, almost crushing Jack with the new strength in his arms that
puberty had so generously bestowed upon him. “A-Aster…?” Jack coughed.
“I’m so glad I can always count on you!” Aster exclaimed releasing Jack for air
and taking in how much he missed the white-haired boy as well. “I’ve honestly
missed you so much…” Aster sighed just as the bell rang.
“I missed you too!” Jack smiled, his lovely lips parting as he bit his bottom
one out of a nervous habit. “Do you want to put your stuff in my locker for
now?” Aster had completely forgotten to look his for his locker and so accepted
graciously and headed to class.
 
                                      ***
 
Being back was nice. Not that vacationing ‘down under’ wasn’t always the best
thing since Aster discovered Nutella and strawberries, but he did miss his
friends; Jack especially. They had gone through elementary all the way up to
the now; their final year in high school and so he couldn’t imagine graduating
and taking the next steps in his life any other way.
He remembered when Jack’s parents had died and it had shaken his own world. His
father had a partner company to Mr. Frost’s and he was scared he was going to
lose his best friend. Both thirteen, and he remembered not being able to do
very much, except sit with Jack while he cried on his shoulder, asking Aster
why his mom and dad would leave him so alone.
 
Even at the time, he knew Jack was some sort of ‘delicate’. Not that they
hadn’t wrestled things out when their sizes were more equal over kid stuff, but
even too much sun hurt Jack. He remembered the pale-eyed boy explaining his odd
complexion as a form of Albinism and so he couldn’t go outside very much. At
first it was rough, because Aster loved being free outside and playing in the
mud as a child, but he learned not to flaunt it, as Jack was always forced to
stay inside due to his condition.
It just didn’t seem all that fair to Aster either when Jack presented as an
‘Omega’. He wasn’t too surprised given Jack’s history, but it was surprising
none the less as Omegas were just rare to begin with. He knew that it would put
Jack in a state of helplessness if he let it, and so when his best friend
confessed what he was, he tried to make it seem as normal as possible and
didn’t bring it up if it wasn’t necessary.
The only times, he was forced to acknowledge Jack’s condition, was when his
‘heats’ happened. It was always few days before, that Jack would look like he
was coming down with a fever, but would begin smelling strongly like
wintergreen mint and warm vanilla. Then his friend would be absent for about a
week (a long lonely week for Aster) and always came back looking spent. He knew
that it wasn’t doing leisurely activities, but never pressed for info on what
he did over his breaks.
 
Now things were more content in the fluidity of their interactions. Up until
this point, Aster just summed it up to a flurry-fuck of shit things happening
to his friend as sequentially as the sun rising and setting. He just wanted to
make him happy and after presenting as an ‘Alpha’ himself, he didn’t know what
to expect, but he knew he felt more drawn to his friend than before.
He was even more aware of his attraction as the day went on. They had a few
classes together and he remembered specifically in their English class watching
Jack bite his lip in a daze while writing. He was so lost in analyzing his
friend’s mouth – noticing how perfect his cupid’s bow was, shadowed by a
precise soft, yet sharp nose and then stopping at his eyes; he was so entranced
he literally forgot where he was.
Jack’s eyes were focused and he felt his heart flutter when the Omega’s dark
eyelashes did. That was when the teacher openly called him out on it -Asking if
he would rather watch Jack then do his work and if so, he was excused from
class. Everyone laughed and Aster couldn’t believe how embarrassed he was when
Jack flushed at being informed of his obvious crush.
Small things like that kept reoccurring for the next few weeks. Even at his
acceptance speech of being voted the president of their class. He remembered
standing on stage and looking out into the dark auditorium; but he somehow
could still feel Jack. He quickly located him before his speech in one of the
front rows to the left drawing, waiting for the assembly to begin. He
remembered the pale eyes finally looking up at him and then the principal
coughing behind him, urging him to start. He smiled and began.
 
Although he was a student body officer for his school, his father still
expected him to also do a sport and so he picked soccer. Most said he looked
like he would be better suited for football, but he was lean and fast enough
for soccer, so that was what he decided on.
It was fun for him, especially when Jack would come to his games and would
sometimes sit in the front row of the bleachers. It was something that his
Alpha was becoming accustomed to as it pleased him to have Jack always near.
It was actually somewhat odd to him, how much he was aware of the Omega at any
point they were in the same vicinity, and it was also something that felt
fulfilling but made him uneasy, as he wasn’t sure if it was a reciprocated
attraction.
 
                                      ***
 
“Hey thanks for coming to see my game the other night!” Aster smiled as they
sat in his room working on a project for English. Jack was seated, legs folded
at the end of Aster’s king-sized bed, with the Alpha propped on his forearms
beside him, both on their laptops.
“No problem!” Jack said, slightly absorbed in what he was doing. “You’re
actually really good, I’m not surprised though.” He chuckled as Aster was
clearly making a face of playful discontent. “Well aren’t all Alphas excellent
at everything? I mean my dad was and Mr. Pitchener is doing great at single-
handedly running the company.” He looked down at the man coaxing a response,
watching as Aster’s eyes flickered with playfulness.
“Hey!” Aster interjected, “I didn’t tell you so you could make fun of me.” He
nudged Jack and looked up at him pouting. “I know being an Alpha is supposed to
have some weirdly high expectations, but I’m still the same guy you grew up
with.” Jack nodded as he finished whatever he was doing and closed his laptop.
He set it to the side and lay back on the bed next to Aster’s legs, exhausted.
Aster quickly closed his laptop and sat up looking down at the fair beauty – no
his friend – laying aloof on the bed.
“I know, but it’s weird, isn’t it?” Jack exhaled, side-eyeing the larger male.
Aster knitted his brows slightly at a loss and waiting for an explanation.
“Genders and what-not?” Jack rubbed his eyes as he could feel a slight sting of
tears beginning to form in the corners and didn’t really want to make things
weird.
“I guess, but I believe everything happens for a reason.” The Alpha suddenly
felt a shift in the atmosphere. His brain was suddenly hyper aware of the
wintergreen mint and warm vanilla again. His pupils dilated as he looked down
to see Jack’s face flushed in a weird disconnected state of mind.
 
Likewise, Jack looked up at his longtime friend and was already aware of Aster.
He couldn’t help himself, but he was attracted to the maturing Alpha and had
always felt a weird tug at his heart when thinking of him. Aster was
undoubtedly a handsome young man and Jack knew it. He’d watch all the girls and
even some guys fawn over how personable and attractive he was. He also came
from a well-to-do background and so just seemed to have it all – even as a late
bloomer.
 
Now he was looking up at him. His friend’s gaze locked on him and it sent
chills up Jack’s spine as a tingling sensation. All of the heats he’d spent
alone, masturbating and fingering himself to try and curb the ache in his
stomach and to soothe the longing his body begged for, were suddenly at the
edge of his mind and Aster’s scent was on his lips. A rich pine and cinnamon
musk enveloped his senses and he wanted to wrap his self in the comfort it was
offering.
“J-Jack?” His name being called, suddenly brought him back to the what was
happening. He looked at his friend with glazed eyes and he knew his expression
looked needy. “I-I don’t want to fuck anything up… b-but can I kiss you?” The
question threw him off guard and after nodding ever so slightly, he felt
Aster’s mouth press gently against his.
He could sense that Aster was nervous as he felt the Alpha’s tongue slowly
parting his lips and nervously working in some tongue action. Aster was leaning
over him on the bed propped on one arm, making it hard for Jack to tell whether
his body temperature was rising due to its own accord or because his friend was
so close in proximity.
It wasn’t long before something had come over both of them. Aster got on all
fours over Jack and without any sense of morale, was fully making out with him
and caressing the boy’s thighs beneath him. He had enveloped the smaller body
with his own as he fondled the lovely Omega hips and legs as gently as his own
consciousness would allow.
There was the conflict in not succumbing to his Alpha’s nature, but also having
never experienced it in full, he wasn’t sure of anything of himself. Likewise,
Pitch always left the home during his heats and so he’d never been close to an
Alpha with the intent in mind he now knew as lust.
“Jack are you… okay?” Aster breathed out as he pulled away, panting but still
inhaling the sweet scent now in full glory that was being emitted from the
Omega. Jack’s face was flushed, looking over Aster’s smitten expression through
his lashes in the most agonizingly lust driven state and Aster knew what their
biology wanted from them.
He kissed Jack attentively once more, pulled the smaller boy’s navy sweater off
of him and looked at the unmarred skin. There was only the pink buds on his
chest and a freckle here and there to add to its intangible perfection. Jack
ran his fingers through the back of Aster’s hair as the man carnally began
kissing his chest and lay claim to his untouched body.
“Hhh… A-Aster…” Jack writhed under the heat and his friend’s scent that was now
fully enveloping his senses. The moment his name dripped from the boy’s lips –
it was like honey to Aster’s being and his Alpha tasted freedom. Aster felt a
switch turn on inside of his mind and suddenly all he felt were his loins along
with his brain, chanting ‘take what’s yours’ like a mantra.
He sucked and bit the boy’s chest as much as his instincts would allow; to mark
and dominate no longer his ‘friend’, but his feral instinct knew it as ‘mate’.
Jack was submissive, whimpering and moaning all the while his body was
monopolized. He had never been handled sexually nor that roughly before. He
hadn’t even had his first kiss, let alone this much exploration of his body.
So, it became even more confusing, as his body seemed to welcome it and even
slickened itself in preparation for the Alpha.
Then Aster flipped the boy on all fours – not realizing it was not only
archaic, but an instinctual position of an Omega presenting – and propping
himself behind on his knees. The Alpha leaned down and rutted against him, also
biting and kissing the muted soft back possessively. Their pants being the only
thing to separate Aster’s obvious erection and Jack’s inviting hole.
“I-I’m scared…” Jack mewled, it broke the frenzy for a moment with his face
pressed in to the bed and tears welling in his eyes. It took a moment for Aster
to come to his senses, he fought his own urges with a low growl bubbling in his
chest in desperation to control himself. It was rough in his stubborn state of
mind to acknowledge what was at hand, but seeing Jack tremble beneath him at
the mercy of his carnal urges, his mind cleared up quickly.
Sure, it appeased his inner growing Alpha to dominate and lead a sub, but this
was Jack; Not an object or an animal to be claimed or won.
Chapter End Notes
     I may revise chapters as I go along to make sure everything flows. :)
***** Warm *****
Chapter Summary
     Aster and Jack come to a realization in terms of their relationship
     and take a few steps forward in it; but there are some things about
     Aster that aren't copacetic. Also, Pitch has reflected on not seeing
     Jack as much and was unsettled by the fact that he started smelling
     like another Alpha. There are some things that Pitch isn't willing to
     let slide.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate all the supportive
     comments and hope to keep updating this fic. <3<3<3
     Please enjoy! <3
“I’m so sorry… I-I don’t kn- Jack?” Aster leaned forward and gently turned the
smaller boy onto his back by his shoulder, trying to be as sensitive to the
situation as he possibly could. Jack looked away from the man as he wiped his
eyes and huffed. There was an elongated silence, but was broken with a weary
voice.
“I-It’s okay… I’ve just n-never done this kind of thing… with anyone…” Jack put
his hand on the Alpha’s chest reassuringly as his friend looked ashamed. The
small bit of physical contact after ignited a sense of self-loathing in Aster,
as the larger male put his hand over Jack’s on his chest very self-aware.
“No – I shouldn’t have assumed and kept going. I mean –“ Aster looked over the
boy’s now bruising and marked body and couldn’t believe what his Alpha was
capable of. He was reflecting in response to Jack not blaming him for it, and
wondered how blindly forgiving his friend was; and also, how much advantage he
had taken of the situation.
Jack bit his lip nervously and knitted his eyebrows as he locked eyes; pale
gazing into green. Acknowledging that his best mate through all these years, so
capable and so great, was making the biggest effort to apologize and actually
meant it. Jack didn’t know if Alphas typically did that with Omegas, but he was
glad there was some sort of civility left in the world from one human to the
next.
“It’s okay, really…” Jack sat up, his lithe body now trembling from its partial
nakedness instead of fear. He looked at Aster assuring and crooned to his
friend, his Omega trying to convey to the Alpha that he wasn’t hurting or
afraid anymore. It took a few moments, but Aster accepted his friend’s answer
(even though he still felt like shit about it). The Alpha leaned his forehead
on Jack’s chest, taking in the soothing Wintergreen minty scent and heaved a
sigh of relief.
“I just don’t want to ever hurt you… “ The larger boy said sweetly into his
chest and emitted a protective aroma that washed over Jack with a sense of
belonging. It was hard to place, but Jack could somehow feel what Aster was
feeling. He wasn’t completely sure of the strange ability that grew within him
once he presented, but there were times when a mood that wasn’t his own,
suddenly was apparent to him, and he knew it had to be the other person in the
room.
“I know.” Jack confirmed. He took Aster’s face with both of his hands, and made
the big lug look at him. The Alpha looked like a kicked pup (very handsome with
his chiseled features, but still a kicked pup) as he almost attempted to evade
the grant of reprieve from his best friend. “You’re hard-headed, but I don’t
think – I mean I know you would never hurt me on purpose.” Jack smiled
playfully at him with glint of challenge in his eyes – a challenge to question
Jack’s view on Aster’s intention. Aster gave him a toothy smile as he nuzzled
Jack’s chest and neck, not realizing he was scenting him.
“You’re honestly the best, and… I-I have a confession…” Aster sat back and
folded his legs, while Jack looked at him curiously. The Alpha fidgeted as he
cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, trying to gather
himself.
“Well?” Jack called him out, not able to take any more of the suspense. Aster,
for the most part, appeared confident and well thought out, but Jack liked
knowing that he got to see the nervous side of the all-star. It made things
more real for him and it reminded them of when they were kids.
“I-I like you, and-“ Aster started, but it wasn’t like Jack didn’t already know
that. The pale Omega rolled his eyes as he chuckled and urged his friend to
continue. “And I was wondering… if you... liked me?”
That was what he was waiting for and the Omega knew it was coming; it was
almost immediately that Jack’s face flushed as he could feel the butterflies in
his stomach go berserk.
He could tell his friend couldn’t wait for his answer as he eyed the large
ashy-haired boy still fidgeting, almost speechless with nerves. Jack swallowed
and leaned back against the large intricate headboard as he grabbed a pillow
and put it over his chest. Stalling maybe? He couldn’t tell if it was because
he was also shy or if he just didn’t know what to say.
“Of course, I do…” Jack coughed out, obviously trying to be inconspicuous with
his answer. It almost took a moment to register with Aster, but once it finally
set in that his best friend shared the same feelings, he almost couldn’t
contain himself. He blushed profusely and put his fist up to his mouth trying
to hide his smitten smile.
Jack slowly slid the pillow up to his face as he realized what he had just
said, and how his friend was taking it. He never thought that someone would be
so happy just to hear a few words, but it was written all over Aster’s face how
over the moon he was with the answer. “What? Jack asked, still being playful.
“I know it might be t-too soon… but, I really want to… kiss you again…” Aster
looked inquisitively, eyeing the boy for consent. Then jack nodded without eye
contact as he played with the pillow.
“Go ahead.” The Omega beckoned as he smiled coyly. Jack’s dark lashes
fluttering as he looked towards the Alpha.
Aster couldn’t contain himself looking at the half-naked beauty in his bed. He
lunged forward, switched places with Jack, so that his back was rested against
the headboard and positioned themselves so that the smaller boy was straddling
his waist. Jack looked startled, but seemed amiable through it all as he was
again handled physically without any objections. It wasn’t something Aster
particularly enjoyed as a person (Jack’s behavior in terms of the obedient side
of his gender), but his Alpha was pleased with the submission.
The bigger boy pulled Jack in for another kiss by his neck. One that was gentle
but drawn out as Aster took his time in comforting the boy. He knew he didn’t
want a repeat of what had happened less than an hour prior, so decided to ease
the situation slowly. The payout for his efforts was nice as Jack lay relaxed
on his chest with their lips still locked and he could get a whiff of the sweet
Omegan scent. He wrapped his arms around Jack, trying to pull him in as close
as he could get and it seemed to soothe his friend.
“I think maybe we should take it slow.” Aster breathed against Jack’s lips. The
omega chuckled still within the close proximity.
“Unless I say otherwise.” Jack smirked before he kissed him back passionately,
as they were now on the same page and both of them had each other to look
forward to everyday.
 
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They did take it slow, but didn’t hold back on their newly acknowledged
connection, as they spent large copious amounts of time together over the
following weeks. When school requirements weren’t a thing, they would either
hang out at Aster’s house (his parents were never home anyway), or they would
go out and find something to do together; but ultimately, they just enjoyed one
another’s presence and wanted the freedom to be together when they could.
It had become somewhat of a routine for their days to consist largely of each
other when given the chance, and both Jack and Aster liked that it felt so
natural. It was like their friendship had always been, but also so much better
as they were sharing a bond that seemed exclusively for their pair only.
They knew it wasn’t something they could keep hidden for long, but the moment
their good but ‘big mouthed’ friend, had spilled the beans about their
relationship, it had become some pretty hot gossip. Tooth always had good
intentions, but she was rarely ever in control of her emotions when it came to
exciting events or things she deemed ‘too cute to ignore’. Unfortunately, Jack
and Aster fell under both of those categories.
At first it was nerve racking, because Jack was used to not existing to others
in public situations, but it was a nice change for them to be congratulated by
their peers for being one of the hottest couples at school. It had somehow
became the butt of their inside jokes as they both laughed at knowing the gross
sides of each other, but – well, they didn’t really care to correct their
audience.
 
There was just one instance that Jack could recall seeing a side to Aster that
he didn’t know if it was good or bad after they began their relationship. It
was just like any other day at school; Jack was sitting outside by a tree
during his lunch drawing. Slightly remote in terms of the crowds at school, but
a spot he frequented when he wanted to be secluded. He didn’t really have a lot
of alone time now that Aster had made it clear that he was courting him, and so
he understood when the Alpha said he was going to be a little late due to
finishing up a lab in Biology and needed it for a grade.
The weather was good. There was an overcast, but it was still somewhat warm and
it didn’t call for anything more than one of Aster’s large blue hoodies to keep
him warm (it was one the Alpha had insisted Jack take, and didn’t really see
any point in objecting to it). But also, the Omega just really liked having his
friend’s scent around him as the cinnamon and pine musk had now become an aroma
that soothed his nerves and he welcomed it.
 
He was in a bit of a daydream as he focused on a depiction of the night sky he
was drawing, when he heard someone approaching. The scent wasn’t one he
recognized to well, a lemony and a lavender-like musk, and it almost startled
him, as he couldn’t look up fast enough – just seeing a pair black and white
Vans first, then he knew who it was.
“Aye Frost, what ya drawin?” It was Sanderson or ‘Sandy’, a good friend of
Tooth’s and someone Jack happened to actually really like. Not in a dating way,
but Sandy was just a good guy that just happened to be pretty friendly and
everyone knew that.
“Uh – the night…” Jack nervously chuckled as the other boy sat beside him.
Sandy was a blonde well-rounded nerd. He was an academic (as most were that
attended ‘North Star’, also an Alpha), but Jack guessed that his father also
wanted him to play a sport as the blond was on Aster’s soccer team and wasn’t
the best, but still pretty good. He was definitely attractive in a different
way from Aster, not quite as large, but still very athletic and liked to dress
more like an Indie scholar; flannel shirts, cardigans and pricey kicks.
“Can I see?” Sandy smiled. He had a child-like innocence about him that Jack
appreciated – especially with his toothy grin that always seemed to grow when
he was trying to lighten the atmosphere. Jack nodded affirmatively and handed
his sketchbook to the boy.
“I really like this…” The blonde said observantly, rubbing his chin and
appeared to really be analyzing the sketch. “Are you gonna put a face on the
moon?” The boy smiled big again – Jack knowing that he was teasing him, he
reached for his sketchbook, the other boy trying to dodge it and in a clumsy
fit of laughter landed on Sandy’s chest.
“Sure, why not?” The Omega laughed as he pulled himself off and sat back
against the tree, closing the sketch pad. All the while, not realizing Aster
approaching.
 
The other Alpha couldn’t get there quicker. Jack only had enough time to turn
his head before Aster was already looming over both him and Sandy on the
ground. Jack could sense something was off as he looked up. His best friend
seemed to be calculating something, arms folded and without a readable
expression.
“Hey dude!” Sandy greeted him, obviously trying to break the weird tension as
he stood up and reached his hand out to fist pound his teammate. Aster quickly
cooled his attitude momentarily and obliged in their kinship as soccer buds to
not break appearances.
“Sup! What’re you guys up to?” Aster asked relaxing a bit, but still seemed to
be searching for a fault with what he just witnessed. Jack remained on the
floor as he looked up at both of them trying to read the situation.
“Oh, Jack was just showing me some of his artwork, and I have to say – it’s
pretty awesome.” Sandy said lightly as he was always one to be cool headed,
even though Jack’s Omega was slowly feeling a weird possessive pheromone being
emitted from both Alphas and it was making him tense.
“Well, he’s always been good at art.” Aster grinned raising an eyebrow. Jack
could feel Aster’s pheromone the strongest, as he knew Sandy wasn’t one to act
out aggressively and could tell that the blonde boy knew that that was his
queue.
“Yeah, you’ll have to show me more sometime!” Sandy smiled down at Jack and
then looked at Aster. “I’ll see you on the field?” Aster nodded and they bro
hugged it out, before Sandy waived at both of them and left.
 
Jack didn’t know what to think seeing Aster get possessive. It was like
something weird had come over a typically playful and sweet man; and he didn’t
care for it.
“What was that?” Jack inquired sternly as Aster sat beside him. The Alpha
looked miffed, but also guilty of what happened not looking at Jack. The Omega
could sense that his friend’s demeanor was shaken and wanted to know why he was
acting out.
“I don’t know…”Aster scoffed as he started picking at the grass by his feet. It
was hurting Jack to see his friend so upset and he felt like it was at him, so
he needed to fix it. Jack put his hand on the Alpha’s thigh and tried to make
eye contact. At first the chiseled lug avoided it with all his might, but as
Jack left a small peck on his cheek, Aster couldn’t help but look at him a
little surprised.
It comforted the Alpha to have the Omega come to him in that way, and as much
as Jack disliked stereotypes, his submissive nature wasn’t something he felt
ashamed of; with Aster, at least.
“Well, I can’t make it better unless you tell me what’s wrong?” Jack leaned his
head on the large shoulder beside him and sighed. “Was it me?” The Alpha didn’t
say anything. Jack knew that the larger male was pouting, but he also wanted to
be sensitive to his feelings. “Was it Sandy?”
“It’s like – I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but-“ Aster just started
with a low growl and Jack knew that it was hard for him to open up, but he
honestly wanted to hear it.
“But?” Jack knitted his brows as his pale eyes resonated with the Alpha in an
attempt to soothe the angered male.
“But, it’s hard for me sometimes, to see you with other… men…” Aster sighed and
looked away ashamed as Jack pulled back. “It’s like – I want you to be your own
person and to be yourself, but I don’t want others to see it and I definitely
won’t be able to control myself if someone takes advantage of you.” Jack could
hear the struggle in Aster’s voice. Between the caring boy he grew up with
trying to reason with his Alpha’s instincts, he could sense it was becoming a
constant struggle.
“I know…” Jack said patiently. He brought his knees up to his chest and laid
his head on them gazing over at Aster. “And I appreciate it, but there’s a time
and place for everything, and Sandy? Well he’s just a friendly guy…” Aster
nodded and leaned on Jack. The bell rang and they knew they had to get back
quick. “Are you going to be okay?” Jack reached for Aster’s hand and he let the
smaller boy grab it. The difference in just the size of their hands made Jack
feel secure, as Aster’s almost completely covered his when they interlaced
their fingers.
“Yeah, I think so. Thanks for being the best.” Aster finally cracked a defeated
smile as he realized that most of the situation was built up in his head and
that he truly believed in Jack. Likewise, Jack knew that his Alpha just cared a
little too much, and was having a hard time controlling it.
 
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Meanwhile, it had just dawned on Pitch, one fine afternoon in the office, that
he hadn’t been seeing Jack as much of late. He had thought it was mostly due to
extracurricular activities, but when he started smelling like another Alpha, it
peaked the CEO’s interest in a disconcerted fashion.
Katherine had just brought him his coffee, when he started recalling how many
breakfasts he’d missed with the boy due them both being so busy and he knew he
wanted to see Jack. Business was good, he’d just sealed another contract with a
multimillion-dollar partner company and was feeling good. Maybe, he’d pick up
the boy a gift? A new laptop? The boy’s phone was always thrashed due to him
being inherently clumsy. Clothes?... A car? No, he didn’t need to drive, that
was dangerous. He’d have to pick something up the boy would love and not just
toss to the side without a second thought like a knick-knack.
He called Katherine back in. The red-headed middle-aged woman walked back in
with a small notebook and a smile.
“Yes Mr. Pitchener?” She was always the sweetest and somehow in tune with
whatever was happening; always a step ahead of even the boss. Pitch felt proud
at having hired her himself all those years ago, and knew he did a good job
when she would pick up the slack where he needed it.
“Umm… I was wondering if you knew what teenage boys like?” Mr. Pitchener
reclined once more in his chair as he threaded his fingers beneath his chin and
eyed the woman.
“Well my nephew likes gaming consoles, but I think you had someone else in
mind?” The woman was so smart. Pitch chuckled and nodded. Katherine had watched
Jack grow as well, and so whom better than her to ask about the boy’s
interests. “Well, from what I know, I think perhaps a personalized sketch book
or something small like a bracelet?”
“Please sort out something and have both of those delivered to my home
addressed to Jack. Nothing tacky though, I want them neatly packaged and set
about where he can easily find them.” Pitch smiled contently to himself as he
patted himself figuratively on the back for his efforts.
“Very good sir. Will that be all?” Pitch waived her away in a whimsical manner.
“No, thank you Katherine. Except, also pick yourself up something nice courtesy
of the company.” The woman nodded with a gentle smile and left, closing the
door behind her.
It only took a moment for Pitch to be left alone with his thoughts for it draw
him back to the scent that had been all over Jack. Another Alpha had not only
gotten close to his ward, but had scented him. An act of intimacy, that would
only require the fondest of touches. He knew it wasn’t fully his business, but
he also didn’t know why it was suddenly making his blood boil. He would find
out what was going on and he would keep Jack tucked away from the jowls of any
outsiders (specifically other Alphas) by any means necessary, if he had to.
***** Night*Mare *****
Chapter Summary
     Things get a little hot and heavy for Aster and Jack. But why the
     sudden cold shoulder? Aster can't understand why the sudden change in
     his friend towards him.
Chapter Notes
     It took a minute, but I've gotten around to updating. :) Thank you
     for reading!
     Just a note: Things do get pretty heated in this one and is mainly
     from Aster's POV in this one. <3
Everything had seemingly been going fine between Aster and Jack after the
little jealous mishap over the Sandy situation. At least the Alpha thought that
he had it right in thinking that Jack wasn’t holding anything against him.
There hadn’t been any situations like that after – or that he could recall?
They had even started going out on dates, real ones, where Aster would pick
Jack up, things like reservations were made for dinner and they would spend the
evening genuinely having a good time. There was even one time, where they had
gone to a carnival instead of something fancy, and Jack let Aster hold his hand
the whole time.
Aster figured it seemed like such a small ordeal to others, but Jack wasn’t the
most affectionate in public settings and so it felt really nice to be able to
scent one another in that manner. Aster knew that Jack would get shy, but
onlookers seemed genuinely accepting towards the fact that they were an Alpha/
Omega couple, and Aster was proud at the fact that he was able to be seen with
his best friend that way.
In addition to the confidence towards the building blocks of their
relationship, things were getting better in the ‘love’ department.
Intrinsically when alone, there was obviously a lot of sexual tension as they
would make out for extended periods of times, doing everything but ‘the do’.
One time, Jack had even let Aster eat him out. At first it embarrassed the
Omega, but after a few swigs of the Bacardi that they snuck from Aster’s
parents’ liquor cabinet, all cards were off the table, literally on the
basement floor where they ended up fooling around on all the game tables, and
ended their sessions typically on the pool table.
The Alpha was even getting good at finding Jack’s weak spots. He was always
looking for new places that would send the Omega to new heights of pleasure, so
much so that it would have Jack gasping for air by the time he was finished.
There was one spot in particular that the Alpha loved most and could never get
enough of when Jack would let him. It was well-known to most where the mating
mark to bond two lovers was supposed to go and so the scent gland on the nape
would have been expected; but surprisingly Jack was a little more sensitive
elsewhere.
Kissing and nibbling at the small of the youth’s pale back where his dimples
were, always made him arch and become extremely aroused – slick ridden even –
every time. Jack would always stop him when he felt he was presenting, because
it was a very intimate position for an Omega and he wasn’t ready to be knotted
just yet. Jack explained to Aster why he wasn’t ready, and that he read from
other Omega forums that if the body isn’t relaxed enough it can hurt pretty
bad, but is a form of a very amorous submission if done right.
Aster never pressed further despite wanting nothing more than to be one with
Jack, but wanted it to be something Jack instigated from his side first.
 
The last interaction Aster could remember before things went somewhere into
left field, was actually a pretty great one. Jack had come over and they spent
a lot of their night doing relatively nothing; it was a Friday, but they were
just happy the week was over. Jack was excited to show him that he learned how
to make Lasagna from a YouTube video, and so he made them both dinner, and they
watched a movie. The movie was something about a bad ass horse that was trying
to be free – Spirit or something or other.
Jack was nestled under his arm as they sat on one of the love-seats in the home
theater in Aster’s parents’ basement. The place looked like a smaller version
of the cinemas, with a couple rows of red fluffy reclining seats, and the love-
seats on an elevated step in the back. He could feel that the Omega was
content, after being fed and was now forcing him to watch a kid movie, as they
relaxed together. The Alpha didn’t have to admit that he couldn’t be happier.
“Jack?” Aster’s voice resonated warmly through his chest, as the sprite like
beauty looked up at him. The room was dimly lit while the movie played and it
just illuminated Jack’s unique features in a spectral sort of way. Aster could
only admit to himself at that point, the boy – his best friend – had always had
a pull on his heart and he was elated that he was willing to be with him.
“Yeah?” Jack’s lovely lips pulled back to a pearly white toothy grin as his
eyes rested on Aster’s smitten expression inquisitively.
“You probably don’t know… h-how happy you make me.” The Alpha smiled adoringly
as he locked eyes with the muted blue. Jack knitted his eyebrows with a nervous
smile and pulled up slightly to nuzzle and scent his neck as he was clearly
reciprocating the affection in his own way. The wintergreen and warm vanilla
was mixing with Aster’s cinnamon and pine ever so harmoniously, and Aster could
feel the heat pull in his lower abdomen. Something, he now knew was instinctive
when his selected mate was exchanging passion.
The Alpha could sense Jack’s arousal as well, just before the ethereal boy
climbed on top of him to straddle his waist. He liked seeing Jack somewhat
aggressive for his natural care-giving behavior and relished at locking lips on
his Omega’s terms.
Jack wrapped his arms around Aster’s neck as his Alpha peppered kisses down the
Omega’s clavicle and then slowly pulled the grey sweater he was wearing up and
off of him. Jack curled into Aster’s kisses on his chest as he entangled his
fingers in the ashy brown locks and started panting. Aster’s green eyes, hooded
by dark lashes fluttered as they looked up at Jack. He could see a small bit of
gloss from the saliva that had laced the Omega’s pink bottom lip and pressed
his gently against them. He watched Jack close his eyes devotedly and he knew
he was in love.
From what the young Alpha could recall, there wasn’t anything he could remember
doing that would have pushed his lover away. He may have come on to strong with
confessing his happiness, but he felt like he had said and done a lot more than
that before and it was never an issue. He just couldn’t put his finger on it as
he had dropped his friend back off at home, and then was left with his love
stricken brain.
                                     * * * 
He hadn’t seen Jack in almost two weeks and it was putting the Alpha on edge.
Even the texts that he was getting from his long-time very opinionated friend
were very vague and unengaged. He didn’t know what to think. There was a void
growing inside of himself and he needed to figure out what was happening. He
had reflected on everything up until that point, and Jack definitely would have
said something if he was uncomfortable or – wanted to take a break?
He moped around school, being as charismatic as his aching heart would allow.
It wouldn’t have been too obvious to bystanders, but his closer friends could
feel and see that something was off. Not only that, but they were also starting
to become concerned with Jack’s whereabouts by the second week. They knew he
was an Omega, but he’d never missed more than a week for his heats, and that
was when they were bad. But now, whenever they got a text back from him – it
was always something along the lines of "feeling a little under the weather"
and “I’m fine, thanks for asking”. Most by the end of it, were just chocking it
up to being the flu, but Aster and even Tooth knew better.
                                     * * *
“Have you tried calling him?” Tooth put her hand on Aster’s as they sat at one
of the tables in the school library just after second period. She pushed back a
strand of her mid-length chocolate brown hair and smiled earnestly as she tried
to console the other Alpha. They were studying when she realized that her
friend was doing a lot of staring at his phone without any notifications and
knowingly assumed why.
“Yeah… a few times actually…” Aster looked up hurt as he realized that one of
his longtime friends could see through any of his facades of masculine
detachment without a fight. She was a different kind of Alpha, the head of the
home kind of Alpha, the bring home the bacon and cook it kind of Alpha – Tooth
truly had it all; and he knew that she typically had good things to say.
“Maybe if you went by and checked on him?” Her blue eyes (with small purple
flecks) looked up at him concerned as she tried to console him. He nodded with
his lips pressed as he opened another one of his books for his Lit class. He
was glad he had Tooth. She had also been alongside him and Jack since
elementary, but hadn’t been directly involved in a lot of the shenanigans due
to her overly tight schedule and her need for productivity; she always pushing
for excellence.
“I think I might after school either today or tomorrow…” Aster complied as he
wanted to see Jack, but also didn’t want to be too nosy. She smiled attentively
and then they got back to studying, trying not to focus too hard on their
mutual concern for the situation.
 
He didn’t get the chance to check on him that day, as he remembered a last-
minute essay that he needed to finish by the end of the night and figured he
could go the next day as it was Friday and he had the weekend to work on things
that he needed to.
He had sent a text message saying that he was ‘sorry if he made things weird’
and to please just let him know that he was okay and then moments later, got
somewhat of an answer stating – ‘I’m fine, thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow’. 
Why did it hurt? It’s not like Jack had done anything directly, but why the
sudden cold-shoulder? And why wasn’t he willing to come forward and at least
provide a reason?
                                     * * *
Aster arrived at school, to find Jack at his locker in the morning putting his
books away. He strode across the hall and hugged the boy, pulling back
nervously to find Jack non-responsive to the physical contact. The Alpha took
in a good view of the boy’s appearance and nothing seemed to be off other than
his attitude towards seeing him. -Although he did note to himself that it was
weird for Jack to be wearing a turtleneck sweater after complaining that they
felt too constricting in the past, but it was Fall and there was an undeniable
chill in the air, so didn’t care to address it.
“Where have you been? I’ve literally been worried sick about you?” Aster
commanded an answer, as he was having a hard time controlling his Alpha’s tone,
watching Jack tense up and begin to look fearful – the smaller male averting
his gaze. He’d never thought to use a primitive tactic such as the vocal
command over the opposite gender, but he was quite upset with the situation and
it was instinctive to his Alpha’s nature to assume control.
Jack held one of his sketchbooks close to his chest as he struggled to make eye
contact with Aster after such an imperious display. It looked as if Jack was
going to cry, seeing the threat of tears at the corner of the boy’s eyes and
his bottom lip trembling ever so subtly. Aster quickly reflected on his
actions, not budging though, despite the obvious discomfort in his counterpart.
He just thought that he had the right to know why he was being treated so
coldly?
“I was… s-sick…” Jack stammered as he looked cautiously over the Alpha’s
expression and adhered to the innate submission to his dom. The answer just
didn’t seem all that plausible with Jack’s obviously newly found reserved
behavior around him.
“Yeah?” Aster interrogated raising an eyebrow as it just wasn’t settling right.
He could already smell something was off about his lover, but wanted to hear it
from him. It was slowly registering that there was another scent on the Omega.
A very heavy oak like musk with the aromatic hint of cologne and was realizing
that it had to be another Alpha – but who? No one at school had that much of a
presence in terms of their status other than himself. Even Tooth’s was a
lighter more sensual musk.
Jack nodded looking down the hall, obviously hinting that he wanted to go. It
made the blood in Aster’s veins run cold and he almost couldn’t control himself
from pinning Jack to the lockers and locking lips with him right there. He just
wanted to rekindle the warmth that he felt robbed of and bring it back. All he
was feeling from the Omega was an emptiness and a need for distance. “C-can we
scent at least?” Aster asked looking somewhat broken, “I’m sorry for m-my tone…
I’ve just missed you so.” The big lug leaned down towards Jack’s neck for
consolation and oddly enough was welcomed.
Aster was happy at that point being near the comforting scent, the boy’s gentle
hands stroking his head, and also that Jack’s locker was in a less frequented
part of the school. Not that anyone was going to say anything to the all-star/
president of their class when he was clearly with his Omega; unless, maybe it
was a teacher.
“H-how about during lunch?” Jack inquired sensitively, and the bigger boy
complied with a defeated nod.
                                     * * *
They met at lunch, just like Jack had said. Aster didn’t know what to make of
that morning, but it wasn’t going away. They were by the lonely tree that Jack
loved and the Alpha was seeking comfort from his long-time friend’s lap. Even
though Aster could sense something different about Jack, with the other Alpha’s
scent still very potent where it clung (the stink brazen to his senses), he
just wanted to be near him.

“Is everything okay?” Aster’s voice was deep and Jack could feel the subtle
vibrato as it resonated through the Alpha’s chest. It wasn’t quite an Alpha’s
command, but it was very stubbornly inquisitive and Jack could tell that he was
concerned.
Aster looked up at his lovely subdued friend and crooned; the ashy-haired boy’s
head in the lissome boy’s folded legs. He was trying to reach out to the
emptiness he had felt earlier and was feeling it progressively grow worse;
almost to the point of an ache. Maybe he could fix it? He watched the boy that
was now looking down at him, tense, and appeared somewhat exhausted. “Was it… a
bad heat?” Aster tried to be empathetic as he asked gently, knowing it wasn’t
ever something the Omega liked to discuss.
Jack’s heats were – what Aster reasoned with himself (strictly because he’d
never had one), private. But Jack shrugged his shoulders with a small
confirming hum and congealed to the Alpha’s question.
“Y-yeah… It was pretty rough this time…” Jack gave a small crooked smile as he
pressed his lips together in thought and leaned his head against the tree,
looking up into its branches. “… you know Aster?...” The Alpha was still taking
in how perfect the Omega was from every angle, even looking up at his neck and
lithe jaw line; and – his mother’s necklace? “… that I care about you… like a
lot, right?” There was a small pause as Aster decided to ask about the necklace
later, then sat up and looked into his lover’s distant, yet pining expression.
He couldn’t help himself as he pressed his lips against the very soft and
supple ones before him, watching his Omega become pliant – relaxing into the
passionate gesture. He pulled back momentarily.
“Jack, I love you. I always have.” Aster let the words fall from his lips
without any regrets. He saw his counterpart flush red and start huffing with
silent tears streaking his cheeks. Aster meant it, after reflecting on all that
had happened, he wouldn’t be anything without Jack and he hoped his friend felt
the same.
                                     * * *
Aster was relatively content for the rest of the day, despite Jack’s low key
reserved behavior. He knew Jack said he would be busy that weekend catching up
on all the school work he’d missed (as it stood after most of his heats), but
it wasn’t the first time that Aster had snuck up the tree to bug Jack on his
second-floor bedroom.
Typically, he’d been welcomed in the past, because it offered a brief
distraction for his friend from responsibility as they’d go take walks through
the untamed forest beside the house, or just sit on one of the smaller remote
balconies connected to Jack’s room, chatting for most of the night. He knew
things were kind of weird between them at the moment, but they were always able
to talk it out and so he thought it might be better if they could discuss it
alone.
 
The sneaky teen did what he normally would. He parked his car on the road
outside of the entrance to their circle drive way. He never walked down it all
the way after doing it the first time and Pitch’s security cams catching him,
only to find the stoic black-haired man leaning against the front door in a
black silken robe over his pj’s, old man slippers, arms folded, waiting to
greet him. He didn’t get into too much trouble, but Pitch requested that he
bother Jack at a more timely hour and not at 3 am; the sad fifteen year old was
forced to leave feeling disappointed.
He’d figured out how to get around that little obstacle over time, and had even
perfected getting around the one security guy that was hired to scope around
the place every so often to make sure things were in order. It wasn’t hard as
the older officer barely left his car and would park in the driveway for a few
minutes and then take off somewhere into the night after not finding anything.
 
He’d gotten to the tree easily. An ancient twisted thing that guarded Jack’s
room from the sun in the day, but also provided an excellent tool to get around
his keeper at night. The nerves were slowly setting in as he started hoisting
himself up like he did all those times before and felt like he was going to
vomit at the thought of not knowing what he was going to say. He thanked his
father in that moment, realizing that his involuntary athleticism was helping
him scale the tree a lot quicker than he remembered being able to do, and was
hoping that Jack was awake. Then, just as he got to the level of Jack’s room he
almost lost his footing trying to grasp the scene at hand.
His stomach dropped and he could feel his heart beat quickening. To the left,
visible from the tree, a few rooms over was the formal dining room. Glass walls
weren’t private and with the lights on at night, they were obviously very
transparent. The first floor wasn’t see-through, but he assumed the home
designers thought that the second and third floors were going to be harder to
peer into; and so as the night would envelope the house, all lights became
visible through the once tinted glass on the upper floors for anyone who wanted
to see.
It was Jack – but not just Jack. Mr. Pitchener was there with him. He was- was
pinning Jack against the vast wooden table. At first Aster tried to reason what
was seeing out, but it was hard to find any plausible excuses for what was on
full display ready to rip his heart out. No shirt, pants down around the boy’s
nimble bare legs. The obviously much larger man to the boy, had him bent over
the dining table and was… fucking him. It looked rough as he could see the boy
struggling to hold on to the man’s hand that had pinned his right one to the
table and could see the contest in the boy’s posture responding to the violent
thrusting trying to cope.
The other Alpha didn’t want to see, but also couldn’t pull away. His carnal
instincts breaching his conscious level programmed to protect what was his –
his mate. Aster saw red. He almost couldn’t process what he was feeling while
watching his lover get taken before him. Clearly, the older man was taking
advantage of having an Omega in the household, but he’d never done it before –
or at least, there had never been anything said or signs of it prior. He
wondered if he had been ignorant all along or if something had happened
recently to cause it.
Aster watched the whole thing. He watched as the man took the ethereal beauty
and flipped him onto his back, pulling the boy’s legs up over his shoulders so
that he could get better access. He watched Jack tremble as he reached for his
aggressor’s neck to try and gain some relief from the position and then they –
kissed. The maturing Alpha felt like dying. In the midst of his brain jumbling
everything up, he finally remembered to exhale as he could feel the tears
pooling at the corners of his own eyes and he didn’t know what to do. If he
wasn’t sick before, he was going to hurl now, but he held out.
The end happened where Jack was clearly exhausted. Aster watched angrily as the
man pulled him off of the dining table and onto the floor. The larger, cold
man, pinned Jack down by his neck and forced him to present for him. Aster’s
stomach was rolling as he felt his own instincts respond. Sex was in the air
and it was being emitted from his own pheromones of wanting it, despite what he
knew what it had to be – ‘rape’. He felt gross.
The man leaned down and he could tell he was whispering something into Jack’s
ear as the boy finally settled and actually positioned his ass higher so that
the older Alpha could get a better angle at entering him. Finally, after god
only knew how long, the man had clearly knotted him, again watching his friend
tremble, prostrate beneath the man that had heaved forward on all fours over
the Omega’s back, clearly spent as well while he finished unloading himself
into the kept prince.
 
The last thing he saw in the thick of him trying to get down from the tree, was
Mr. Pitchiner holding the spectral boy bridal style and carrying him back to
his room as the light flicked on. He had gained enough control of himself to
leave. Aster tried to be as inconspicuous tearing through the brush as he did
when he first got there, but it was rough. He felt empty. He couldn’t breathe
and was sweating from his begrudging hard-on and just needed to get away.
He’d finally made it to his car – a black 69 charger – and sat there for a
moment. He had to calm himself down before driving as everything within him
down to his bone marrow was ready to slaughter to claim what was his. No not
his… he knew his heart – no… he belonged to Jack.
-Why was life so relentless to his best friend?
***** Forbidden Fruit *****
Chapter Summary
     All Pitch's POV.
     What happened the night things changed.
     Pitch recollects past events and things get heavy with Jack.
Chapter Notes
     I revised this chapter just a bit because I needed a better flow. <3
     Please enjoy. :)
“Stop! P-please!” He heard his mother cry out as she tried to console his irate
and incoherent inebriated father. He recalled the dishes on the table shaking
when the spat began.
He remembered the sheer terror on his mother’s lovely face as his father struck
her repeatedly where she sat just before she fell out of her chair then to the
floor. She looked up at the man with Pitch’s same amber tinted eyes in
desperation, tears streaking her rouged cheeks and a bruise threatening her
jaw.
He was about eleven then, and had grown to hate his father due to the trepidity
he inflicted on both his mother and him almost daily… well when he wasn’t so
drunk that he’d pass out after work in his study.
The ‘Pitcheners’ were a well-known family in the community, not that he’d grown
up as wealthy as he would amass only a little under a decade later, but they
were reputable in the fact that they were a ‘perfect upper middle-class family’
living in suburbia. An Alpha father (an attorney) and son with a Beta stay-at-
home wife – who’d also come from a so-called ‘normal’ family.
Who would have thought things would get so out of hand?
“Stupid bitch!” BAM – BAM “What the fuck is your problem-can’t you do anything
right you stupid cunt?!” She’d forgot to put his beer in the fridge after
coming home from the grocery store earlier that day, so they were a little
warm. He remembered as a child seeing the 6-pack of beverages on the counter
before going outside to play, but didn’t think anything of it at that moment.
Things quickly escalated when she offered him a glass of ice at dinner to make
up for it.
“P-please h-hone-“ SLAM! His mother curled into herself on the floor next to
the leg of the kitchen table as the tyrant approached, teeth bared and fists
clenched. There was no humanity in his dilated pupils as he loomed over her
tiny body.
The young Kozmotis Pitchiner attempted to step in between his father and mother
– no gallant act rewarded by a man three times his size that seemed to resent
everything he’d built his life around and made a daily goal to remind them of
his discontent.
Even as a young child, he learned the burn of hatred’s venom early on. The
details of most of the day beforehand were fuzzy to him, always regretting
recollecting the memory, but how could he forget the searing pain to the left
of his head from being kicked in the temple; the doctors said just a few
centimeters over and it would have killed him.
Then in a daze he ran to his parent’s room and found the pistol that the
bastard kept at the back of the walk-in closet for ‘safety reasons’.
It was only moments when his bloodied mother had been backed against a wall
clambering for air – his father pinning her by her throat, toes barely touching
the tiles – that his stomach clenched at the same time he pulled the trigger.
He watched his father’s eyes blown wide as the aggressor started spitting up
blood – everything going in slow motion – ears ringing – and then the assailant
collapsed to the floor; his mother screaming in the back ground as his hands
shook and he dropped the gun that seemed too big for his hands.
 
The rest was a blur. The police. The move from the U.K. to the U.S. - and his
mother… she never forgave him.
 
From that point on, anything that went wrong was somehow correlated with Pitch.
The boy remembered up until the day she took her own life – he was nineteen,
that no matter how many accomplishments he made, it was never enough. Not even
when he made friends with Alexander Frost at the Technical Institute; a place
he’d worked so hard to get accepted into.
His new friend and himself had made a breakthrough with a few of their
experiments and their innovative business ideas to start a company.
At eighteen he’d accrued over a few million dollars, putting him and Frost in
all the business magazines as new up and coming geniuses of their generation.
Which was just the beginning of the world renowned ‘Overland Inc.’. – a name
chosen because of the ring to it as it signified all their triumphs in the face
of life obstacles; courtesy of his belated Alex.
 
Pitch swirled his brandy thinking of his mother and the last words she said to
him.
 
“You think your better than your father, but he was twice the man you’ll ever
be and I hope you regret the day you took his life.” Part of the daily berating
he received before he left for a meeting.

He arrived home later that day to find her blead out in the bath tub from
slitting both wrists. Makeup done. The last thing Mr. Pitchiner Sr. had
purchased her – a lovely white summer dress and a carousel music box that used
to be in his room. It played a very somber melody that use to put him to sleep
as a child while he watched the little horses spin. Something nostalgic he
found quite unsettling as an adult.
 
She was better off dead. Probably happier that way. At least he hoped that she
was with the bastard somewhere.
 
He leaned back in his office chair while he relaxed in his home study. Work and
business never slept and it was always a good distraction when his past would
randomly start bubbling up; bringing him back to the present. It was about two
in the morning and he enjoyed drinking alone when he had the opportunity as it
was always somewhat mind numbing.
He reclined with his fingers clasped around his glass of brandy propped on his
chest, his eyes resting closed, when a hint of the wintergreen mint and a very
warm vanilla pricked his senses.
Jack was home.
It was a soothing aroma, but he could tell that something was different about
the scent – an outlandish hint of pine. The boy had come home from that
notorious young Alpha’s house that kept weaseling his way into the boy’s life.
Pitch was off put, but didn’t bother moving, as he knew that he was more than
capable of doing something that he had reasoned with himself wasn’t currently
an option.
The boy is off limits. He’s not yours and is free to pursue himself in whatever
manner he seeks.
The stubborn man had almost buried his dark thoughts with his dulled senses
already permeated in liquor, when suddenly the tantalizing scent was right
under his nose. He’d been dealing with an ongoing rut recently, due to the boy
always coming home aroused - his omega pheromones going about every which way
in the house; but he had to admit it was very different up close.
He opened his eyes to find the sprite like beauty in the doorway to his office
looking at him with a glazed expression. Pale eyes mooning at him lustfully
with a slight fever to his cheeks. It was quite the display. The only thing
that broke the fantastical scene was Jack had a hoodie saturated in the other
Alpha’s scent on. It flared a sense of claim within Pitch as he could feel the
blood in his veins pulsate with a primal sentiment to claim his mate.
 
It felt like forever being lost in one another's pheromones, neither one daring
to make the first move. It wasn't until Pitch finally relinquished his thoughts
from his hard-on that he came to the realization-
The boy was in heat? But it wasn’t due for another week or two... Perhaps all
that time he was spending with a potential mate – unbonded – induced it
prematurely?
 
“Y-you need… to leave boy…” Pitch struggled through gritted teeth, only being
reminded of the first time he’d seen Jack that way. The youth on the floor,
overcome by his carnal needs and begging for help. After the first incident in
the kitchen, he made it a point to avoid the young Omega when he knew it was
coming; knowing that as time went on, his ‘heats’ would only get stronger the
longer the boy remained unbound.
Despite all his efforts in maintaining his resistance, Jack wasn’t listening –
probably couldn't care less at such a lewd display in the obviously incoherent
state that he'd been reduced to by his own body’s natural course to look for
what it needed; an Alpha.
Jack whimpered as his knees buckled and he held to the door frame, looking
longingly over at Pitch. Then it also came to the Alpha's knowledge that Jack
had never been at the peak of a heat with him in the house and was wondering if
this could have been avoidable - or, if it was… fate?
“P-Pitch?” A meek voice cracked the atmosphere. The unearthly boy slowly made
his way to the desk and stopped to lean on it for support, directly opposite
from the older man.
With the ethereal entity so close, it completely threw off Pitch’s sense of
stability. The sweet pheromones being emitted from the little seducer was
slowly crumbling all the self-control he built within himself towards this type
of situation. “Please?…” Jack swayed a bit looking up the man through his dark
eyelashes as he rested on his forearms, beginning to position himself
submissively - reminding the Alpha that the desk was the only thing between
them.
Pitch downed the rest of the alcoholic contents and put his empty glass on the
desk. He backed away in his chair slowly, still eyeing the Omega carefully. His
body was fighting his brain.
This is Jack. You’re his guardian. He’s your ward. Protect him.
Then a thought crossed Pitch’s mind. One thought that had periodically visited
him in the throes of his self-reflecting bouts.
Protect him. Protect him from the harsh realities that the outside world would
condemn an Omega to.
The Alpha’s strength was quickly fading as the boy slowly made his way around
the desk, moving like silk. The dominant’s nature to hone in on its prey coming
easily to the older man.
“Jack, y-you have to go…” Pitch broke the stride as he was now looking up at
his ward's face. Perfection. Jack was so mesmerizing with his translucent
complexion, white hair, and muted eyes. Different from his own darker features
and olive skin tone; shared with him by his beautifully half Lebanese mother.
He would protect him. The boy was the closest thing he had to family since Mr.
Frost had passed away and the CEO would make sure that nothing would take it
from him.
 
The Omega listlessly uncrossed the Alpha’s leg with his knee just before he
knelt before him, and enclosed the distance between them. Pitch knew his
usually stern face didn’t show it, but he was surprised by Jack’s sudden
forwardness. Clearly the boy was overcome by the sudden flurry of heat that had
enraptured all of his sensibility. Pitch couldn’t – didn’t stop him when he
pulled his navy sweat pants down enough so that the Alpha’s throbbing member
had sprung free and was exposed. Jack’s eyes looked entranced.
“P-Please?” Jack’s voice was nothing short of a seductive whisper as he looked
up him submissive and desperate. Pitch nodded willingly and relaxed as the boy
started sucking him off. The warmth of his soft mouth engulfed the man, as the
boy moved rhythmically with Pitch’s subtle thrusts.
So this was an Omega’s heat. Jack smelt so fucking good. So, enticing. Like a
pastry fresh out of the oven and he wanted to taste it… to devour him.
 
Pitch was relieved to see that the boy wasn't quite accustomed to it, watching
him cough a little when he took it too deep - testing his own limits. Not that
the Alpha minded the warmth that the Omega's throat was so generous with, but
it was refreshing to see such innocence in the thralls of passion.
He didn’t know how long it took to finally cum, but when he released into the
Omega’s mouth, the boy managed to drink most of it, with just a drop of seed
sliding down his supple chin. Pitch wiped it away with his thumb as he lead the
boy to straddle his lap. Jack leaned into Pitch’s neck exposing his own gland
as they scented one another.
He could almost get lost in its euphoria, except – the outsider’s scent on his
mate infuriated the older Alpha. Jack whimpered as the larger male took hold of
him roughly, just before he ripped the hoodie down the back with all his might,
exposing that the boy wasn’t wearing anything beneath, and then tossed it out
of sight.
Pitch didn’t hold back as he ardently lifted the boy up by his slender thighs
and lay him on his desk; knocking everything he was working on out of the way.
Pens and documents crashing to the floor as he passionately locked lips and
started fondling the boy’s chest. He’d now realized that he’d wanted the boy
for so long and didn’t know if life was making a mockery of him or if he’d
suffered enough to equate a gift from her.
The lithe beauty became pliant while he wrapped his legs around the Alpha’s
muscular waist and felt the weight press down on him; Pitch bathed the Omega in
his redolence of oak cologne musk; establishing that his scent claim would be
undeniably present to any others that dared get close to the boy. The older man
rutted against the small frame and was awakening an innate pleasure within the
youth that lacked any apprehension of shame.
As the Omega moaned into his mouth, it sent his Alpha into a feral state before
he tore the sprite’s pants off, leaving the Omega bare - all for him to see.
Pitch pulled back a bit to process what was actually happening. He looked below
and realized the entire inside of the boy’s thighs were wet with slick and it
had dampened his own clothes from when he was sitting on him. The pheromones
rising and it continued soothing his Alpha.
It didn’t take long before the man’s fingers were thrusting into Jack’s needy
entrance with the smaller body beneath him writhing in pleasure. Soft and sweet
moans echoed in his head as the heat was overwhelming and he felt more drunk
than two glasses of brandy should have ever been able to make him. The boy had
wrapped his arms around his neck for comfort and was peppering kisses on his
slightly exposed clavicle from his V-necked T, as the man’s fingers moved
fervently locating his prostate.
“Ah… hh… I-I need you…” The natural tempter’s voice cracked in ecstasy, soft
lips lightly grazed Pitch's ear. Every sound and word that left the Omega’s
mouth only fueled the ever-burning desire within, and he wanted it all. He'd
come to the conclusion that basking in his young prince's presence forever
might not be so bad. 
Just then he flipped the yielding body over. The boy was bent submissively over
his desk for him to take – and ‘take’ is what he did.
He’s yours now. He’s-...
The Alpha slid in almost effortlessly. If not for already knowing of the boy’s
virginity, the tightness of the unpenetrated entrance would have revealed all
amidst the boy crying out. He figured Jack would’ve made the other young Alpha
wait, as the boy was pretty level headed outside of these conditions.
The heat had already devoured both of them, and there was no denying it at that
point. His thrusts were fierce as he drove his member into Jack, availed of
lust. His Alpha only being satiated upon the slick powered moans that were
forced out of the Omega beneath him with each thrust of his dick against Jack's
prostate.
He’d gone so long without feeling the heat of another so intimately. He’d have
one night stands here and there after dates, but nothing worth lamenting over
and he definitely had never spent a heat with an Omega.
It was truly intoxicating how just the scent of arousal on the boy could drive
an Alpha mad.
The Alpha took his time indulging in the heat that surrounded his throbbing
cock and the slick that made the movement so much more invigorating. Jack had
gripped the desk through the peak of their mating, his knuckles turning white -
undulating beneath the larger male. It was just then that the Alpha’s brain
turned on and instinctively leaned down to bond them – but before he could, his
teeth grazing the pale nape– a subtle whine in the distance of his mind broke
his focus.
“P-please don’t… claim m-me…” The boy mewled as the aggressor slowed his pace
down to halt, still within the boy, but enough to hear him. “… p-please...
don't...” The boy was begging him despite his exhaustion, as it was coming out
more in tiny huffs.
“I will not.” Pitch affirmed as he picked up the pace with both hands on the
boy’s now bruising hips from being handled with any strength at all. “Not until
you are ready. But, I am going to knot you.” He could see Jack squeeze his
beautiful eyes closed with a quick nod and a tear sliding down his burning
cheek. He leaned down attentively crooning to the vulnerable creature and
licked it off - just before he gently pressed his lips to the boy’s swollen
pair, while still thrusting.
 
As he neared his end, he’d never knotted an Omega before, let alone a virgin
one; but he heard that they were the reason people cheated and countries went
to war; which was an idea he now completely endorsed.
He held fastidiously to the boy’s hips and grinded into him as his knot started
swelling and he felt Jack's channel tightening around him. There was a cold
sweat creeping on both of them as two opposing reasons were borne from it. The
boy trembled while he silently sobbed into his hands as he took the full swell
for the first time - his greedy Omega finding a small relief through the pain
being stretched to the brink; the older man knew it hurt. Pitch was already a
larger Alpha with a knot that did not leave anything for want and Jack didn’t
dare move while it was inflated in all its glory.
Pitch’s whole body constricted as the most toe-curling, body-vibrating orgasm
spasmed throughout his entire form while he emptied his warm seed into the boy.
A thousand thoughts rushing through his mind. But the one he kept coming back
to being the most prominent.
He’s yours. Always has been. Impregnate him. Family.
It took quite a few minutes in that position, with him curled over the Omega's
back, for his knot to go down to a reasonable size. He subtly gyrated his hips
as the swell decreased and then he wanted to take care of the boy. He’d already
cum twice and although the boy’s member had been dripping with precum the whole
time, he wanted to make sure he got off as well.
He carefully lifted the boy off the desk, he didn’t want to hurt him with his
knot still large enough to keep them locked. The sprite’s sweat literally smelt
like fucking sunshine. He sat them both back in his office chair with the boy
on his lap – back to chest. Jack’s legs were spread wide as he took the youth’s
hard member and started pumping it, noting how soft his skin was.
What better way to pass the time his knot was taking to deflate then to Jerk
the boy off, besides he'd once read that anal stimulation while jacking off was
great, he’d yet to try it himself, but could only imagine what it was like to
an Omega in heat.
In the build of the orgasm, Jack’s back arched and he was panting heavily. The
man could smell the arousal strengthening as he breathed the boy's scent in
deeply, taking part in a little mindless self indulgence. He played with Jack’s
left nipple for a bit, gingerly twisting and pulling, with the boy’s hands on
his own for support through the foreplay. Then just as the boy released, he
took hold of one of the boy's hand and locked fingers while he kissed him from
the side. It was thrilling observing the rise and fall of the youth's climax as
he was usually more composed.
Jack was spent, but they were both aware that the heat was only curbed
momentarily.
 
Once his knot fully deflated, he pulled Jack off himself and carried the beauty
back to his own room that was connected by double doors. They were fashioned
after giant black lead slates that slid to the side if he wanted quicker access
to his work in the morning from his room; but were also designed to be
accessible in terms of business and did not break professionalism when closed
off.
They spent a night, for what seemed to Pitch like a dream having sex and it
only served to coerce out of the cold business man a sensitivity to the boy
that he was growing fonder of by the hour.
                                     * * *
In the morning, he awoke to Jack curled into himself with his back facing Pitch
so that the man couldn’t see his expression. The man could see him trembling
with the heat not yet consuming him, as the youth was still drowsy and not
quite awake; but it had thrown Pitch somewhat off, realizing that the boy was…
crying?
 
Does he not remember? Heats really were that bad…
 
He leaned over and proactively grabbed the glass of water off the nightstand
that he’d gotten for Jack at some point in the night and touched his shoulder.
“Jack?” Pitch crooned attentively, adhering to the situation being somewhat
sensitive. The boy sniffled and looked back at him a little startled, as he
realized the man was holding water.
Fuck, the little Omega was even perfect in the goddamn morning. How he'd come
to inherit a little thing so pure was definitely above him. He was a genius in
his own right, but Pitch knew not to question a gift when sent... or at least,
not until it forced him to...
The Alpha figured from all the moaning and screaming, the boy’s throat must
have been sore at that point. Jack looked at the glass and then back at him.
“Drink it.” The man’s voice came out a lot more stern than he had intended,
realizing after seeing the surprise in Jack's face, that it probably sounded
more like a command than a consolation.
Feebly the Omega sat up a bit, grabbed the glass, his fingers lightly touching
the Alpha’s before he sipped it. The boy looked exhausted as he gazed over at
the windowed walls and surveyed the morning light across the trees. They both
knew it had to be pretty early, and Pitch couldn't help but notice the youth's
eyes were red, but figured it was due to crying.
“W-we had sex… didn’t we...?” The boy repined as he knitted his brows, taking
in the scene of them both being naked in the Alpha’s bed, and looked up at him
feebly from the side – it was if the boy almost hoped Pitch would have some
other story to tell him. The Alpha felt a sting in his heart looking at the
somewhat broken boy. It had dawned on him, that it couldn’t be great having
lost his virginity in the throes of a heat, and not being able to remember it.
Not to mention, the Omega’s body was pretty battered after all that handling.
“I told you to leave.” Pitch started reflectively, “I knew it was a heat and I-
“
“It’s not your fault…” The boy's voice cracked as he cut him off. He pulled his
bruised legs up to his chest, half wrapped in the sheets and curled into them,
not wanting to hear anymore. Pitch sighed and also looked out the window,
knowing that it was only going to be a short while before Jack’s heat would be
raging again, and he knew deep down he didn't have any self control left to not
take the boy. “I’ve read that people do crazy things… when they’re in heat… and
most Alpha’s are p-programmed to respond…”
His words hurt. They were calling Pitch out for being something he’d been
fighting – an animal. Something that succumbed to instinct mindlessly and
although it dented his pride he knew that the boy just didn’t understand how in
control he truly was. That his words were just giving him an out to be the
coward that he accepted under the right circumstances to be true. That if he
really wanted to, like the first time Jack went into heat, he could’ve stopped
himself.
The boy’s heats were for self-sustaining purposes and Pitch was aware that
because his own reactions were merely in response, that the boy just couldn’t
comprehend that their experiences in the situation were vastly different. He
knew being the Omega’s body was going through it first-hand and that the
symptoms affects were all consuming to the body going through its cycle. Hence,
it being a situation where Jack could barely remember the night before.
                                     * * *
Then it began again. Jack started cramping and Pitch watched as it slowly and
yet also quickly consumed the boy’s mind and the Omega became hyper aware of
the Alpha sitting by him. The boy crawled out of the sheets and was on all
fours towards the man, completely nude. The sweet smell of slick permeating the
air.
Pitch tilted his head calmly to the side inhaling the aroma that first shook
his core and knew that mother nature was gifting him. The cold man melted the
moment the boy leaned in and gently pressed his lips against his, taking in how
much he needed him.
There would be almost a week straight of him indulging himself in the boy and
he didn’t regret it. Not a moment passed after that where he didn’t feel as
though Jack wasn’t rightfully his.
His Omega. His mate. – And he would wait patiently to claim him and erase all
those that stood between him and his long-awaited happiness.
***** Soft *****
Chapter Summary
     Pitch begins asserting himself as the Alpha to Jack's Omega and is
     getting more comfortable with courting and taking advantage of his
     rights as an Alpha - physically. Unfortunately, with the lack of
     experience in life and the world, Jack isn't sure of his own rights
     with the older man and whether or not his voice will be heard.
Chapter Notes
     Also - just a heads up, Pitch doesn't get better and will continue to
     get worse - for those looking for a 'good Pitch' story. He isn't in
     mine and comments are appreciated, but please be nice.
Jack lay in bed, curled up on his king-sized memory foam four-post wonderland,
beneath a large duvet with a bundle of plush throws and down pillows
surrounding him; safe in his well-constructed Omega nest. They were a soft
calming blue and white, some of the throws having snowflakes and stars on them
to match the color scheme in the youth’s room.
It was evening time the Friday of his second week back to school and he was
glad that it was the weekend, having dealt with a string of stressful events
after returning.
Everything had been so draining, especially after the weird episode between him
and Aster. It resulted in a long two weeks of Aster awkwardly distancing
himself and Jack feeling even more painfully secluded; not even having his best
friend at school to confide in. Luckily Tooth hadn’t really changed. She was
more concerned with his well-being than usual, but she was still interactive;
which at least made the last two weeks bearable.
He rolled over onto his side and hugged one of the pillows as he looked at his
mother’s necklace. It was a small golden crescent moon – no bigger than a dime;
‘Nightlight’ was engraved on the side. Jack remembered his mother saying it was
a keepsake from his father as a reminder of Jack being their little light in
the dark. It was a piece he was now never without, always wanting to keep his
mother close to his heart and was elated that Pitch had kept it safe for him so
that he could have it when he was more responsible.
He sighed, with a slight shiver. The autumn weather was settling in with a
small bite to the air, even inside the house. He knew that the cleaning people
never touched the thermostat and with Pitch always being at work and Jack
always forgetting to adjust it – there just a perpetual chill throughout the
large mountain estate.
It was obvious where the best place in the house was. His nest was pretty
noteworthy, being warm and awesome with all the variations of blankets and
pillows that kept him cozy. In fact, it was so good that he didn’t want to
move; and being there were no obligations outside of snoozing, Jack didn’t push
himself to do any more than that.
Besides, with there still so much he didn’t want to deal with going on – like
‘what was going on between Pitch, Aster and himself’? – there was literally no
incentive to get out and do more than the bare minimum.
 
On the subject of Mr. Kozmotis Pitchiner – Jack didn’t deny that he felt
responsible for coaxing his caregiver Alpha into having sex with him. In the
beginning haze of his heat the afternoon he came home from Aster’s, he could
sense he made a huge mistake in sending out the wrong message to his guardian;
but the pain and need of his heat had forced his body into submission.
It definitely wasn’t an encounter that anyone would blame Pitch for, being that
Omegas were considered the most alluring sex and had the biological cycles to
prove it. The government almost completely turned a blind eye in the event of
an Alpha accompanying an Omega through their estrus no matter the situation
(unless of course it was incestual; being one of the only ways any government
action would be taken, but having to be proven first).
As far as Jack and Pitch’s relationship went – Pitch just being a family
friend, Jack was more than fair game for the elite and eligible Alpha to
pursue.
It had caused another complete shift in his world knowing he caused Mr.
Pitchiner to have affection for him that way. It had become quite apparent in
the last few weeks with all the extra stuff he’d been doing, that his feelings
were more than just a fatherly regard.
Of course, in the state of being completely unaware of the older Alpha’s
prepossessed desire, it seemed to only serve in proving Jack’s self-accusation
– particularly when Pitch had initiated the coupling outside of Jack’s heat the
first time in the kitchen the weekend after it all happened.
He was making dinner for them both, something like grilled cheese and soup,
expecting his guardian home from the office late as usual. When the man had
suddenly approached him passionately from behind, only giving a few moments for
Jack to turn around as he was pinned against the counter and Pitch’s hands
began roaming his body. The Alpha had taken full liberty in expressing just how
much he wanted the boy by whispering huskily into his ear ‘how beautiful he was
and how he’d been thinking about him all day at the office’ with the man’s
erection tenting his tailored slacks as it pressed into Jack’s pelvis.
Jack shifted in bed remembering how little time there was to even digest the
come-on before it was already happening, and his guardian had the Omega’s
underwear and inner-thighs drenched in slick and seed. Then, it felt like only
seconds following, before Pitch was rutting inside of him over the large dining
table.
He didn’t know how to feel about it or if he even wanted it, but his body
clearly didn’t care what his mind or heart felt, it was just greedy for the
Alpha that had half imprinted on him during his heat.
 
Even as he lay in bed, he could still feel Pitch’s lips on his neck as they
trailed lower to his more sensitive and regarded places. It had been so
overwhelming that there wasn’t even a moment left for him to think about how
Aster would feel about it. About how much it was like cheating, even though the
youth wasn’t sure if he had the right to say ‘no’ to his Guardian or not, being
in his care and the one who started it.
Aster and Jack never made anything official, but it was apparent they were an
item of some sort with all the dating and fooling around they’d done. Throwing
Pitch into the mix had messed everything up - it made Jack reluctant to tell
Aster, being afraid of his hot-headed friend’s reaction.
The young Alpha had gotten upset just watching another Alpha (Sandy) have a
friendly conversation with him – Jack having sex with another Alpha was going
to kill him.
Being a master at avoiding things he didn’t like, Jack put that little thought
to the back of his mind knowing that he would have to deal with it later. The
guilt he was harboring for it was already breaking his heart and to keep an
ounce of his sanity, he would clear his mind and try to talk with his friend
later.

~
Pitch had just returned from the office. He hung his coat up and could sense a
small amount of distress. It didn’t take a genius to know where it was coming
from and his nose lead him right to the little Omega nest.
He was glad that their home was in a more remote location on the mountain,
sensing that the sweet concentration of Omegan pheromones would be far too
tempting to any passerby. It was the same reason that the only people he hired
to work near his estate were Betas with clean records.
He approached the room just down the hall off the kitchen and to his content,
found a bundle of blankets and pillows on Jack’s bed. He leaned on the door
frame and watched them shift a bit before a mess of white bed head emerged from
beneath them after scenting the Alpha in the room.
Jack’s own scent was intoxicating – it was like the crispness of a morning
chill twisted with his natural wintergreen mint – undertones of warm vanilla
and ripe fertility.
The Alpha couldn’t help but smirk at the clearly very coddled youth, as there
was no urgency for anything other than lazing about all day.
“You seem busy.” Pitch teased with a chuckle. The boy rubbed his face gazing
over with puffy tired eyes. He was so lost in the spectacular display that
Pitch had almost forgotten the brown bag that he was carrying.
 “Always.” Jack scoffed with a slight smile and pulled the blankets up over his
shoulders. “How was work?”
“Same as usual,” Pitch approached the bed in a naturally suave pursuit “–
except today, I did end up striking a deal with another large retail site and
fired a few imbeciles in the process.” The last part of that was said through
slightly gritted teeth. Recalling a small team of morons that had almost leaked
security information embedded in another program, just before the security team
got word and were able to retain and save the files from being released.
A fiasco that had given Pitch just enough of a headache in the morning that
signing a contract with one of the largest retail websites in the world in the
afternoon almost wasn’t enough to put him in a good mood.
What did in fact lift the CEO’s spirits, was remembering that he had a little
Omega at home that had probably slept all day and would be emitting sweet
candle like scents throughout the house.
The boy had been newly mated and the on-call doctor, who happened to be a
lovely female Beta with a Ph.D. in Omegan health and medicine, completely
supported the idea of Jack conceiving. She delightedly informed that with
everything that happened and the lighter suppressants Jack had been switched to
(something Pitch had requested without the boy’s knowledge in hopes of weening
him off birth control for reproductive purposes), it would effectively induce
the young breeder to discharge aroused pheromones around the Alpha who knotted
him first in need for Pitch to sow his seed. The doctor even explained that the
attraction should happen without the bonding bite; something Pitch was going to
wait for despite the lack in his own self-control, and may eventually fill the
boy in on the whole birth control thing.
“Oh, on my way home I noticed a small stationary store that I think just opened
and stopped in. They had all kinds of fantastic little paper trinkets, but I
was most intrigued by this-“
The tall, dark, and handsome Alpha extended his arm out to the disheveled
youth, holding a medium sized brown bag.
Jack looked at him with a small glint of concern in his eye and then eyed the
bag hesitantly before he accepted it.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Jack’s cheeks flushed when he pulled out what was
clearly another very expensive sketchbook.
A leather-bound gem with a golden embroidered moon and stars on the front. In
the lower right corner, it had ‘J.F.’ for ‘Jack Frost’ monogrammed also in
golden threading. At the bottom of the bag was a tin stamped with moons and
stars all over the front that contained four different sized black fountain
pens. “You already gave me a gift a few weeks ago.” Jack declared as he held
his mother’s necklace in his hand and recalled the beautiful snow-white
Sketchbook that had come in its own satin sleeve.
“I know darling, but you can never have too many. You go through at least one a
month.” Pitch stated unabashedly.
Money definitely wasn’t the problem, but Jack was more concerned with the fact
that Pitch had gone out of his way to pick something out himself, instead of
the other item that was clearly selected by Katherine. There was something
different about the formality in how Pitch treated the Omega prior to Jack’s
last heat and how the older Alpha was currently acting towards him after their
accidental coupling.
It was very similar in the way Aster had been doing nice things for him without
any prompt to try and gain some affection, and so it went without saying that
there was some sort of courting going on.
“Th-thank you.” Jack sputtered as he looked over the gift in his lap and then
up at Pitch. Although he did really love the new sketchbook, it felt... heavy.
“There’s no need to thank me.” The older man sat on the edge of the bed,
intentionally putting a very small distance between them. It made Jack restless
as a tension filled the air, picking up on there being more to the man’s visit.
“Wai-“
 
It was happening again, where there was so few minutes to process what was
going on. It felt like only seconds going by that Jack had caught a feral glint
of lust in the Alpha’s eye before lips aggressively pressed against his,
tasting mint from the gum he must have been chewing earlier.
Then he was eagerly pushed back on the bed, the sketchbook falling to the
floor, the man had taken his shoes off and was looming hungrily over him.
The young Omega couldn’t help his body responding, especially as the man’s hand
trailed between both of their bodies and started fondling the treasured spots
between Jack’s thighs over his navy-blue sweats; purposely provoking a
reaction.
 
It served its purpose. Pitch growled deep in his throat pleased as he could
smell the fresh slick begin to spill and Jack could feel it dampening his
underwear uncomfortably.
Jack mewled beneath him as his body was being overwhelmed with a flurry of
different sensations and uncertainty began to cloud his mind. The older man was
a little more than double Jack’s size and held a completely different conduct
as an Alpha than Aster.
For a reason unknown to the pup, the chemistry between himself and Pitch
brought out the most sensitive parts of the youth’s personality, exposing all
the vulnerabilities that an Omega could show to an Alpha.
 
Six genders (Fα/Mα, Fβ/Mβ, FΩ/MΩ) existed; but in the variating pool of biology
Betas were almost moot as far as differences went between F vs M in society
(other than boy Betas couldn’t get pregnant). If there was scale measuring the
gender’s characteristics, β ‘s would be almost smack dab in the middle.
Very few proved to be exceptional in a world with α‘s and vice versa – many
proved to be far more productive than Ω‘s who lacked the stamina to provide the
consistency to be seen as a normal member of a working class society.
Then, where only Alphas and Omegas were concerned – they had their own
exclusive hierarchies unique to their genders.
For instance, if there were two Alphas in a single workspace – both would
naturally fight for the head position, one would always come out on top as pack
Alpha; forcing the other to either submit or look for their own roost
elsewhere.
Although, some were born as pack leaders with just their presence demanding the
role as a leader; few to none who submitted contested their abilities and any
challenge of that maleα/femaleα could be critical for the naysayer.
 
The ‘king of the rock’ instinct also played a big part in claiming mates – some
would say most forced their counterparts into submission because of how
significant their differences in physical strength and overall presence was.
Omegas were less rigid in their ladders of placement where multiple were in the
same vicinity. They typically worked well together – a single Omega as the neck
of the household making all of the decisions inside of it and the more docile
of the bunch following suit to their wishes.
Of course, if an Omega felt threatened in any way (family, nest, home… etc.
being attacked), they had the fire to protect at least that.
 
Pitch was clearly a pack Alpha, some sort of ‘King amongst men’.
It wasn’t clear if he was born that way or if he fought for it, but he had
become a force to reckon with alongside his best friend.
Jack wasn’t sure if Aster tried to challenge Pitch, how successful he would be
and feared the outcome if it were to come to pass. The young Alpha was strong
and smart, but he was no ‘Kozmotis Pitchiner’ or ‘Alexander Frost’.
“You are so lovely,” the Alpha said very breathy into the boy’s ear, no louder
than a whisper, “I am truly in awe whenever I have you.”
Every word spoken Pitch knew to be true. In his thirty-eight years of life, no
Alpha, Beta, nor Omega had ever captivated his senses the way that Jack did.
Pitch knew if the boy were more aware, there were other methods of persuasion
only available to few that could tear down an Alpha that sat at the top.
Jack was his Pandora’s box. 
He licked a strip up the youth’s neck and watched him tremble - a response to
the stimulation he presumed.
There was a hint of reluctance lining the boy’s pheromone, but being in the
Omega nest, it helped soften the edge on that tantalizing scent and stimulate
the Alpha’s carnal instinct to continue dominating.
“I need you-“ the man took the boy’s hand down between their bodies and forced
him to feel his own throbbing erection through his pressed slacks. “This is
what you do to me.”
Jack blushed innocently only having had sex once outside of his heat – with a
small gasp and tried to pull his hand away, but the man held it there to make
his point, “I want you.”
Pitch reflected justly on how Jack was still so pure and naïve. Although the
boy was no longer a virgin, the Alpha could still faintly smell the freshness
of a flowering Omega. The budding scent that would of course sadly fade to pure
arousal now that he’d had his cherry popped with his first knot. The thought
filled Pitch’s chest with a pleasurable warmth as he was glad that it was
something he alone had taken.
The built man sat back on his heels between the youth’s sweetly spread thighs
in the deep blue sweats and watched his small chest rise and fall under another
one of the oversized band T's the pup was so fond of; the keenness for the
unknown in his beautifully half lidded pale-moon eyes.
The boy pulled on one of the pillows by the bottom of its case to try and hide
behind.
It piqued Pitch’s awareness in response to the youth’s reserved behavior in
being with him and just couldn’t get enough of his little Omega sweet.
                                      ***
He remembered it only a few days after the boy’s heat had ended. Jack was
recovering from a good long week of his first taste of being with an Alpha. It
was slightly depressing when Jack started bleeding after, signaling that he was
still without child. It was a biological response that happens after an Omega’s
heat if they weren’t fertilized properly; they experienced the shedding of the
uterus lining (like female betas), and so Jack was in a delicate condition.
Regretfully Pitch had to go back to the office – resuming the usual schedule of
meetings and maintaining his empire. Something he wished he could have put off
a little longer to spend more time with his sweet.
He was back in his office, sitting at his large corporate desk in his very
expensive leather chair, with the best view that overlooked the city; and
although his presence had been high in demand, he really wanted nothing more
than to be back waiting on Jack. With the knowledge of the boy having given
something so precious to an Omega as their first time, he knew that there would
be some sensitivity to the Alpha who did it not being there, even if the boy
wasn’t completely aware of it
Pitch had successfully distracted himself by immediately burying himself in all
the emails and messages that he’d missed during his week off, when there was a
little knock at the door and he realized one of the last people he wanted to
see was standing in the doorway to his office – Katherine impatiently beside
the man.
“Ahem…” Katherine had finally gotten his attention, her green eyes staring
intently at him when Pitch signaled for both of them to come closer. Katherine
looked to be in a hurry, but was as ceremonial as possible – even with how
uncomfortable she looked standing beside – “Sir, Henry has dropped by to talk
to you. He stated that it was private.”
Pitch sat back in his chair, lacing his fingers beneath his chin, placing his
elbows on the arm rests. He looked up with a snarky glint and saw a man that
most of the population who weren’t Alphas wanted to avoid at all costs.
“Pitch, is this the greeting an old friend gets?” Henry helped himself to one
of the procured leather chairs directly in front of the CEO – Katherine excused
herself as she got back to her daily tasks, shutting the door behind her.
In any other normal circumstance, it might rouse some sort of inquiry on
Pitch’s part from Katherine’s behavior, but Henry was a different story. He
owned one of the largest marketing firms in the country and although a natural
scumbag, he was not to be taken lightly.
It wasn’t that he was an eyesore for his age. As a matter of fact, just looking
at him and one might think of him as a very handsome silver fox being in his
early fifties with the deveiner of a well-aged Alpha; but in fact, he liked to
prey on the weak making him terrible. As an Alpha, his instincts were to
dominate everything, even if it was against its will and he functioned along
those lines quite literally; which was how he ended up climbing to the top and
became the huge success far before Pitch and Alexander had even met.
“Well, without an invitation or prior notice, it’s hard to foretell an
unexpected guest.” Pitch smirked as he tilted his head to the side. The older
Alpha smirked back and also placed both of his arms on the rests in a spread-
out position in the chair – his large and pricey rings on full display.
Both of the men had a sense of class, but took their own twists on it. Pitch
typically flaunted it in sleek, designer, and well-manicured black suits (the
most lowkey expensive a multi-billionaire could get without looking cheap);
whereas Henry didn’t mind the gaudy arrivals, his shoes alone demanding respect
before his lighter taste (sometimes pin-striped) in suits being acknowledged;
as he made his appearances across the world doing whatever he wanted.
“I hear the Frost boy… is an Omega?” The unwarranted Alpha apprehensively
placed a lot of emphasis on the last part.
Pitch had anticipated the word getting back to the pig of a man, and knew if
there was anyone who would’ve had more experience taking advantage of the sweet
creatures, it would’ve been Henry. “I hear you keep him selfishly locked away
in a small community on the mountainside?”
Pitch didn’t move at the statement, only narrowed his gaze on the man before
him.
“And what’s it to you what I do with my Omega?” The younger Alpha crossed one
leg over the other, putting on a very deliberated response. Pitch was no
stranger to twisted deals and expensive trades, but there had been a line drawn
around his ward. The boy was off-limits.
“Well, it’s very greedy of you to keep such a trophy all to yourself. Rumor has
it, you’re actually going to bond him?” The older man stroked his peppered
well-groomed beard smugly as he interrogated the young CEO. ”You know he would
be so much more profitable if you sold his hand? Or simply allowed... temporary
access... ”
It was clearly a honey pot that the licentious older man wanted to stick his
hands in, but Pitch would have none of that.
Jack had already gone through so much hardship losing his parents and then
presenting as an object to the world. That was enough to be morbid, but also
potentially being forced to marry or have physical relations with a stranger
over money and status – especially when there wasn’t any demand for it from
Pitch’s end.
“He’s not for sale.” Pitch had to speak to the other man in the only language
he understood – business.  “Besides, to answer your question – I’ve just newly
mated him during his heat, meaning I’ve imprinted on him, with every intention
to finish the job.”
The older CEO rose to what he perceived as a bull-headed statement.
“You’re a fool Kozmotis, Omegas are just knot-whores and you have a gem that’s
only been with you. He’s what – a sixteen or seventeen-year-old breeder that’s
only been fucked by one Alpha and isn’t bonded? Do you understand how rare that
is?” Henry almost salivated at his last statement, wiping the corners of his
mouth and trying to really settle with the great Mr. Pitchiner what a prize
Jack was. “If you had any sense about you, you would hold a private auction for
the highest bidder and through it, build stronger connections and possibly win
other very expensive contracts.”
Pitch’s expression and demeanor never faltered as he stood his ground with the
situation and long-time business partner, already having decided that selling
Jack was out of the question; and besides, he felt he’d let the man carry on
long enough.
Although Henry was mostly full of shit, Pitch had purposefully dismissed what
inheriting Jack truly meant from a business standpoint for as long as he could.
Acknowledging that there would be people willing to purchase a marriage with
him and possibly make other high value exchanges; it meant that he would
potentially lose another piece of himself. “Don’t be a simpleton Pitch - you
know there’s a reason that you don’t see very many Omegas roaming about –
either they’ve resigned themselves to prostitution, they’ve already been
claimed, or they’re being hidden away like you’re doing with the Frosts’ boy.
But don’t you see? The ball is in your court – he’s definitely a trump card if
ever you needed to play one.”
Henry really seemed to be trying to drill his point in. “Besides, I have my own
connections. Now, they’re no‘innocent – Frost – Omega’, but I can get you some
of the best Omega pussy from around the world, if that's what you need. I know
my own tastes as an Alpha tend to be more indulgent with the little sluts, but
I wouldn't mind sharing.”
 
There was an aura of disdain in the air for the topic of conversation, and the
younger Alpha didn’t mind the old tycoon so much, as long as he never opened
his mouth. But he had always understood what it meant when partners and other
companies had been requesting audiences with his little ward.
Pitch had been denying them all along, also not relaying the information to his
sweetto stave for as normal life as long as his pockets fabrication would
allow; but he now accepted that they were wanting a courtship – and it would
mean if Pitch conceded that he would be willing to open up for a partnership to
Overland Inc. again.
“It’s enough.” The Alpha gestured with his hand. “His value far exceeds a
mediocre contract or connection to me. He was the son of my late partner and
friend. Someone I consider very much family.” The smooth Alpha uncrossed his
legs and leaned forward on his desk. “I fully intend to make him mine – my
knot-whore – Omega cunt and all.” The last part the young Alpha stated with a
devious grin. “So, there will be no more talk of his hand being bartered off to
someone else.”
Pitch leaned back further this time, putting his shoes on the desk as a
deliberate statement of ‘no fucks’ being given and his boredom with the topic
at hand. “Maybe if you came around more often, I might have him brought around
so you can better understand why he’s not on the carte du jour.”
Henry was pensive on that statement, but liked the sound of that. He wasn’t
quite on board with not possibly having ‘a go’ in obtaining the Omega pup that
seemed to be on anyone who was anyone's radar, but there were so few who had
even seen him. The community that he was a part of was very tight-knit and so
just laying eyes on the boy was a great starter. Henry was a smart man himself
and considered himself to be no more than a humble opportunist who never took
'no' for an answer.
“Very well then,” the older Alpha stroked his peppered beard once more very
calculated, “we will have to set up a time, so I can meet the nymph that
bewitched your icy heart.” Henry stood up and adjusted himself before leaning
over the desk to shake Pitch’s hand. Pitch obliged with a firm shake and a nod,
then the man excused himself.
A few minutes alone with his thoughts again and Pitch’s mind was immediately
drawn back to his little dove that was currently confined to their nest because
of the rough week of coupling. His natural tendencies of protection and
possessiveness as an Alpha had kicked in and he couldn’t wait to see his Omega.
                                      ***
Fast-forwarding to the current situation, recollecting that little discussion
he’d had only a week prior in the office with Henry, Pitch knew better than
what the media painted the little breeders as, having raised one through
puberty. He knew there was more to them wanting to have sex versus their
bodies’ needing them to have it.
To also make better sense of it all, Pitch had Jack’s doctor explain the
Omega’s predisposition for intimacy fully and the reason for the ‘Omega Safety
Act’.
The heats ultimately rendered the little breeders helpless and their pheromones
put them in various compromising positions as their bodies went through the
natural process of attracting and searching for a mate. Thus, making it better
that they stay under the most capable Alpha’s (or if there isn’t one in the
home – Beta’s) care, for their heats were sometimes unpredictable (normally
occurring once every 2-3 months); and unlike female Betas – whom during their
menstrual cycles could still perform their daily tasks with little to no issue
– Omegas’ estrus left them immobile for the duration of it.
The law wasn’t full proof. Some even saw it as sexist – but it ensured that
they would be safe as they were viewed almost as helpless as children by the
government.
Nevertheless, ‘apparently’ it was also known to most that a virginal one that
lasted unto seventeen was virtually unheard of, as most lost it the moment they
presented – by choice or not, the statistics didn’t say.
Henry was a typical middle-aged, wealthy, self-entitled, baseless Alpha and so
Pitch knew that he’d probably got it in with his fair share of little Omegas;
and was self-satisfied to find the error in his words having his little Jack as
proof of purity always waiting for him at home.
 
Pitch grabbed both of the boy’s lithe wrists and pinned them above his head as
he stuck his face in the Omega’s silky white hair. He began scenting him
heavily. He then pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushed his lips down the
bridge of Jack’s nose till he came to a soft pink pair, stopping there for a
moment to taste the boy; almost turning into jelly himself at the warmth and
honey-like docility the boy was so generous with.
Omega’s just didn’t seem human and so Pitch grasped why he’d rarely met or seen
any as frequently as he thought he should have; There were likely more than
what was reported, but being under the most capable Alpha’s care (per the Omega
Safety Act) in their home – they were probably rarely ever allowed to leave.
The great Alpha knew it wasn’t fair, but what was the better evil? Keeping the
fascinating creatures locked away and safe or letting them go out and without
fail raped and abused by the monsters in society (like that bastard Henry).
The latter of the two definitely wasn’t even close to being an option for
Pitch.
Admittedly, he didn’t mind that the media had depicted his Jack as a sweet and
pampered prince-ling when he presented, but the downside was that it had also
caused an influx of eligible bachelors to request for his hand; even just at
the ripe age of fifteen. It had actually become the sole reason Pitch had gone
to great lengths for the following years to keep him out of the public’s eye;
the boy already not being able to get away from the deaths of both of his
parents plastered all over the tabloids, being courted by every Alpha Nick,
Nancy or Joe was going to be a headache.
 *
Jack looked up at the older Alpha and subconsciously admired his caretaker. The
man had a mocha complexion that flattered his piercing amber eyes with dark
eyelashes that outlined them. He didn’t have the most approachable demeanor,
but he was very handsome.
He was one of the most desirable bachelors worth billions on the market and
most said that if he had been the least bit friendly, he would have been more
popular as his appearance was quite chic. Being tall and built, with the same
lean physique of an athlete, he definitely stood out in a crowd. The Alpha also
smelt really good. The young Omega always thought the scent was like cologne,
but realized that it was more of a sandalwood scent and it made him feel safe
(even though 'lately' the man wanted more from him than the youth was ready to
give). His coal black unruly curly hair (which Jack knew he fought with every
morning to keep gelled back), always slightly unkempt with a few ringlets
falling messily in front of his chiseled face made his sharp appearance all
that more enticing.
Pitch smirked, his thick lips pulling back to reveal a row of beautiful white
teeth, and a pair of very sharp canines on the top that Jack had noted when he
was a little younger made the man look all the fiercer.
Jack had no clue that he had been one of the only people to witness a very
intimate side of what the world had described as a very unsympathetic and cold
deal driver. He had been completely unaware of the magnitude of Pitch’s
affection for him; and unfortunately, completely unaware that the mating would
have happened regardless of Jack approaching him or not. Jack’s heat in that
moment had just expedited a preconceived intention and made things easier for
the Alpha.  
“Darling,” Pitch started as let go of the small wrists then put his hand under
the arch of the boy’s back and lifted him, adjusting the smaller body lower on
the bed, “I must explain something to you.”
The boy looked confused at the Alpha having picked that moment to go over
something (from what his tone implied), seemed more business related.
“It’s no surprise that as an Alpha and your caretaker, who’s now mated you
during a heat – our relationship has changed.” The man knitted his brows as he
finished in a deliberated manner, “and so going forward, I'm going to keep you
as my Omega. Not as my ward, but as my mate…”
In that moment, an image of Aster flashed in Jack’s mind being reminded through
Pitch’s words the confession his best friend had made at school and that Aster
had said he was in love with him. Jack knitted his eyebrows looking to the side
woefully while remaining silent.
The scent of the dominant Alpha was heady, and it left little to no room for
Jack’s sweet Omega to think clearly about what was said. He could already feel
the heat of anxiety in his cheeks, knowing that what the Alpha was saying,
required more processing on his part as the man confessed to being more than
ready to accept him without any reservations in changing both their lives
forever.
“I’m tired…” Jack languished as that was all he could force himself to respond
with, not ready to acknowledge or give any answers that impacting. He glanced
from the side over at the man, whose face was nearly inches from his own,
trying to turn away from the Alpha.
 
He felt guilty to begin with, but his indecisive non-response did little for
him in averting the larger male’s train-of-thought and even as the youth lay on
his side curled up beneath the looming man, Pitch leaned down and very
intimately nuzzled the back of the pup's neck. It was close enough to the
mating gland that it had startled Jack with a hitch in his breath and made the
small Omega whimper in disapproval.
“You are perfect.” The Alpha’s low and somber tone resonated, making the hair
on the back of Jack’s neck stand up. “And you will make an excellent mother-”
Pitch slid his hand up the front of the pup’s t-shirt and fondled his chest.
First, brushing over the tiny buds with a palm and after getting a small
reaction, gingerly twisting and tugging on them to get more. Jack moaned
slightly into the pillows beside his head as he tried to muffle his voice. He
wasn’t sure what to do and his body wasn’t cooperating.
In all truth, the boy didn’t feel like having sex. He really just wanted to
laze about and although he didn’t mind his guardian in his nest so much, sex
was something he was still getting used to - especially with Pitch. He didn’t
know how to articulate it in a way where he didn’t feel like the older Alpha
was going to dismiss it as something irrelevant, but he didn’t know of any
other way to convey himself other than ‘maybe his guardian would get the hint’
if he curled up.
It didn’t seem to read that Pitch was even following the reluctance in Jack’s
timidity as the Alpha seemed to only be responding to the arousal the boy’s
body was physiologically programmed to respond to a mate with. The Alpha
continued on as he caressed down the boy’s ribs, over his waist until he made
it to his pants and tugged on the top of Jack’s sweats. He slid his hand just
beneath the band, and moved along its circumference until he reached the
youth’s lower back; all while the pup tried to stay emotionally distant.
Jack whimpered as Pitch’s hand slid lower and he felt a cold finger breach his
entrance. The man started out with just one rough digit being thrust in an out,
but when it brushed against the little bundle of nerves, his little Omega cunt
spasmed and produced another gush of slick. Pitch then took his time stretching
the boy out with the ease of the self-lubrication by adding a second finger,
scissoring his digits and upon breathing in the arousal and hearing it in his
soft moans, added a third.
 
Pitch was well aware of his endowment and didn’t want to hurt his little
ethereal lover. He didn’t take his time the last time in his kitchen, resulting
in the boy being sore for a few days after and he preferred him panting in
ecstasy on his cock as he bred him than crying; but then again Jack was very
beautiful when he was sad and Pitch knew the twisted side of himself.
“N-no more…” Jack whimpered futilely trying to push the invasive hand away from
his body. It was blatant to the Alpha how aroused the pup was, the view of his
sweet little Omega tits perked up just beneath the thin white material of his
band T from the side made blood rush immediately to his dick. The Alpha
couldn’t control himself as he buried his face in the boy’s neck again and
pressed his larger Alpha physique from behind. “I’m tired…” The boy whined
trying to waive the man away.
Pitch inhaled the sweet vanilla pheromones and thought how sinfully easy it was
to do what he wanted with his Omega allowing his Alpha brain to take over.
There was a small struggle, but the way the inexperienced youth fought was
almost ‘coy’ and made it terribly punishing not to push for more.
“I need you…” Pitch made it known once again after concluding that having lost
everything else he would not have a future without the boy in it. He wanted to
protect him, but having learned what a commodity Jack was to other high-ranking
Alpha’s, the only plausible way to protect him from becoming another trophy to
another Alpha, was to keep him for himself.
Jack’s well-being was Pitch’s absolute responsibility. Even society sanctified
the Alpha’s claim on him, deeming it security – the boy would soon learn it was
for his benefit and overall safety.
 
As Jack felt the fingers leave his body, there was a moment of distressing
emptiness, and then the man rolled him onto his back. He watched as the Alpha
stripped him of his sweats then underwear with Jack trying to hide his face
once again behind his folded arms, embarrassed by the exposure.
“It’s truly sinful-” Pitch couldn’t help himself as he leaned down and kissed
up the inner part of the pup’s ivory thigh, “-that something so glorious
exists.” It was a habit of Pitch’s to express how much the Omega meant to him
and there was only so many times Jack could avoid the older man’s intimations;
especially knowing how much Pitch had already done for him as a friend to his
father.
Pitch spread the creamy thighs wide and situated himself between them once
more, only this time they were oh-so delightfully bare. The Alpha took pleasure
in the wonton display of Jack, noting the small and smooth Omega member that
lay half hard against his stomach, a few beads of precum dribbling out and his
glistening slick-weeping entrance just below. The boy’s belly was soft and
flat, nothing in there yet, but it wasn’t hard for Pitch’s Alpha to imagine it
heavy with his very own pup; a family. He then lifted the T-shirt just above
the Omega’s small tits and imagined them swollen just enough to be a small
handful with plump red buds leaking sweet Omega milk down his silky chest.
Jack’s pale skin speckled like cherry blossoms as he shyly tried to pull his
shirt back down to ban access from Pitch seeing them. The Alpha didn’t let him
get too far before he leaned down and started suckling on one of them. The
youth mewled in desire as he writhed beneath the sensation of having his
nipples sucked. The man’s soft and warm mouth left a weird tingly feeling as
popped off of one nipple to go to the other and did it repeatedly playing with
his chest thoroughly. The pup hadn’t even realized he’d started rutting his own
smaller pelvis up against the larger male with his translucent fingers stark to
the inky curls he entangled his fingers in as he ran them through Pitch’s hair.
 
The Alpha was at his limit in foreplay and was fooling himself if he thought
that he could resist sinking into the rut-inducing pleasure that the smaller
youth’s frame offered. Both of Jack’s hands pressed against the larger male’s
broad chest while their tongues entangled.
As they kissed the larger man reached down between them once again, but this
time opened the front of his black slacks and unsheathed his larger erection.
Jack didn’t get any chance to see it in all of its engorged glory for him,
before the man had taken some of the boy’s honey slick, coated his length in
it, then slowly speared the boy’s entrance open.
It was an unhurried process as the boy’s whimpers were a red flag for not being
quite ready to take the full length and girth so quickly. It was the tip first,
slightly fucking the head in to get the tight little Omega cunt to open up for
him. Then he was up to half of his roughly 9’5” inch Alpha cock, leisurely
familiarizing the boy to it once again.
“Nhh…” There were tears pooling at the corner of the sweet ethereal creature’s
eyes as the Alpha forced more of his cock into him, the pull of skin
tantalizing to both of them. Jack turned his head to the side as the Alpha
kissed his cheek and left a few more on his soft jawline, holding tight to the
front of the man’s tailored white button up. It had slightly come undone from
the top two buttons expelling a more potent redolence of the aroused Alpha musk
from the uncovered scent gland.
The pheromones were quickly absorbed by the boy’s Omega, causing more slick to
be produced, before there was an overwhelming feeling of fullness – almost
painful – with the older Alpha currently balls deep.
Jack couldn’t help his body as it writhed in discomfort trying to process the
over-stimulation and not being able to get away from it as Pitch locked him in
with both of his arms cradled around the boy’s head. The older man crooned and
wiped away the tears that were silently streaking the boy’s spectral face all
while the small Omega strained against him and he took what he wanted.
 *
Jack wondered how he could forget the sensation of having Pitch inside of him.
Of course, being it was only the second time their bodies connected outside of
his estrus – despite the pain, it still felt right. He was almost completely
unaware of the fact that Pitch had staked a claim on him, even without the bite
and his body would always be more aware of what it wanted than his mind.
“P-please don’t knot m-me…” The boy whimpered as teary muted blue eyes suddenly
connected in a plea with the Amber. The Alpha hadn’t moved quite yet after
situating himself deeply allowing the boy’s body to stretch properly to his
size.
“Hmm...?” The handsome Alpha followed the sweet youth’s tear streaked face,
still wiping some the tears off the boy’s beautiful face, as Jack tried to
avoid looking him directly in the eye again.
 
There was a lot that Jack knew he didn’t understand about an Alpha wanting him,
but he did know that he didn’t want to get pregnant and although he was on very
expensive birth control, knotting raised the possibility of getting pregnant by
a lot (especially with birth control not being a 100% guarantee and Pitch not
wearing a condom).
- Another thing that Jack wasn’t sure if he had the right to ask the Alpha to
do, or if it would even matter if he did.
“I-I don’t want… a baby…” the pale Omega pouted with tiny huffs as he could
feel the Alpha start to move. The friction of the large member inside of him
hit all the right places and Jack let out a few sweet moans as Pitch slowly
rutted into him and took his time leisurely fucking his ward.
“Ever, my sweet?” The Alpha slightly grunted as he rocked his hips, pumping in
and out of the tight little ring of muscles. The drag of skin on skin toe
curling. The boy’s grip had tensed on his shirt, but his lower half had become
pliant and although it was tight, the slick had made the movement smoother,
making a wet spot on the sheets beneath his bum.   
As the strength of the Alpha’s thrusts burrowed to the deepest places in the
boy, it was sating the most primitive need to his gender and although he didn’t
want a baby, his body was clearly working against him and thirsted for the
man’s knot. In the peak of the large Alpha taking full advantage of the more
docile counterpart, Jack had little sense left and kept getting swept along.
“No…” Jack wept as he could feel it nearing while clinging to his guardian. The
Alpha was clearly too deep in his own pleasure to notice the boy’s tears,
taking to having closed his eyes and burying his face in the boy’s neck once
more by his mating gland - where the boy's pheromones were the strongest.
Pitch’s knot was swelling, and Jack could feel the tug of it every time it
brushed against the bundle of nerves – the pressure growing in his channel
pushing him over the edge.
Before the man could pop his knot inside the boy, the Omega’s sweet spot being
stimulated had sent an overwhelming orgasm up his spine. Which in turn, caused
his sweet little Omega cunt to milk the man’s erection, then forcing the knot
to expand quickly and lock them together as they shared a very concentrated
euphoric entanglement.  
The man in the height of his own orgasm had instinctively bit just below Jack’s
bonding place and for a split-second Jack thought that his life was over. More
tears were expelled at the realization of feeling helpless in the whole ordeal
and possibly having his dreams of pursuing art torn away him. It became clear
that with the way his body betrayed him, he would always be forced to depend on
someone else and was at the mercy of the Alpha holding him. 
Ultimately, the pleasure the youth took in all of it was appalling to himself,
and as he descended from the height he’d been taken to – sweaty, hair sticking
to his forehead, out of breath and oddly content, he couldn’t help but also
feel very upset.
It didn’t help that the full swell of Pitch’s knot hurt to his newly mated
channel and the last time it happened, his body was just beginning to
understand its needs.
“Did you m-mark me?” Jack asked watery as he rubbed the tears away from his
eyes. He was still spread wide beneath the Alpha’s weight. The Alpha was still
coming down from his own high, when he caught sight of the beautiful creature
beneath him, swollen lips from kissing and red eyes from crying making the blue
all the more exquisite. He then took the liberty of carefully rolling them over
so that Jack’s beautiful physique was spread out on top of him. His knot still
locked deep inside of his straddling Omega, pumping, coating and claiming his
inner walls with his seed.
“Not where you think.” Pitch confirmed indifferently as he rested his head
against the headboard with a sigh and looked down at the trembling pup. The
large t-shirt exposed the teeth marks he’d pressed just below his mating gland,
not quite having broken the skin. “Don’t worry darling, you cannot be bonded
outside of your heat.”
The Omega curled up impossibly small on the man’s shallowly heaving chest and
huffed his own sigh of weary relief. He was exhausted and didn’t really want to
think of anything else, especially not losing all his sense of self. Jack had
read on some Omega forums he was subscribed to online, that once an Omega was
bonded they solely lived to please the Alpha responsible for the marking and
the last thing Jack wanted was to become a mindless slave. He was still his own
person for now (even if it was just in his thought process with the world only
seeing him as incapable of doing anything on his own).
Pitch pulled the duvet over them both as Jack rested and waited for the Alpha’s
knot to deflate. He was still nervous about getting pregnant, but he didn’t
know how much longer he could contest the urging from the older Alpha’s end in
not hesitating to knot him.
He just hoped that it wouldn’t come to that and he could explain everything to
his dearest friend before things were resolute.
 
“T-thank you…” Jack said softly with a hitch in his breath, before inhaling the
deep possessive scent of the dominant Alpha. The man began gently stroking the
boy’s back as they both wound down and he followed his own thoughts on
everything that had happened with the boy thus far.
Pitch wanted a more natural progression to be the course his and Jack’s
relationship took, but didn’t know if he would have to ace that plan at some
point (due to an interference on the account of the Bunnymund’s son) and steer
its direction manually. Jack was his ward and he was generally okay to wait in
bonding him, so long as there wasn’t an immediate issue with letting the boy
be.
The last thing the Alpha wanted were his worst fears confirmed after what Henry
had said, with Jack copulated to another or carrying someone else’s pup because
of his predisposition in needing to conceive for his body to feel whole, Pitch
could simply not risk it.
“I have not bonded you yet, but that is what I want.” Pitch articulated, his
voice was smooth and resolute as his confidence didn’t falter. “I want to make
pups with you sooner... rather than later.” He was still rubbing the youth’s
back pacifyingly while explaining his plans for Jack, completely discounting
the fact that the boy had not been included in any of the decision making and
maybe had other ambitions in mind.
He looked down at the messy head of white hair, the smell of sex clinging to
his ward. The man didn’t really know what response to expect. Then the boy
sniffled, still with the knot locking him to the guardian and the warmth of the
Alpha seed being sown as he said it. The man wanted to see his sweet lover’s
face more than anything in that moment and forced him to prop himself up on his
chest and look at the Alpha.
What Pitch saw was compelling in a conflicting sort of way. The boy’s face was
tear stained, flush cheeks and a pair of sad muted eyes - an absolutely
breathtaking expression. “Darling, if you cry like that it will also make me
sad.”
“I-I don’t want… to be pregnant…” The boy professed with a choked back whimper,
his face still in the Alpha’s hand, bleary gaze shifted down, and eyelashes wet
with tears. He knew that was what expected of him regardless of the partner he
ended up with... but it wasn’t fair.
Pitch took his time (almost smugly), admiring the boy’s fantastic features. He
truly never got enough of the sheer perfection in the Gods’ work - long dark
eyelashes shading twin ocean blue eyes (the blue that’s usually around the
reefs) and also marveled at the supple bone structure. An elegantly straight
nose that ended at the most perfect cupid’s bow. His lips were medium in
thickness and opened up to the most beautiful childlike smile that had ever
graced Pitch’s eyes. The pronounced apples of his cheeks when he laughed
lightly dusted with faint freckles.
Yes, the boy was perfect and so would Jack’s pups. Pitch could feel the inner
desire to see his Omega carrying and couldn’t contain that it was actually
inspiring a dream for a large family.
“It is not something for you to decide, I am your Alpha-“ something that felt
odd but so ‘right’ coming out of his own mouth, Pitch thought, and liked that
he was affirming his new role in the boy’s life so gingerly (especially while
tied together by his knot) “-and my say is the final say.”
Jack looked like he had been hit in the stomach. He averted his gaze
sorrowfully and then curled back up on the older Alpha’s chest.
The pup didn’t have anyone else, and with such an iron-handed affirmation, he
wasn’t sure what else he could do. He wanted so much to push the man away and
to hide, but of course ‘couldn’t’, due to the vexing circumstance. Pitch had
never been so brazen and controlling over him, but things had evidently changed
after sharing his heat with the Alpha. It was beginning to sink in what
actually being an Alpha’s Omega meant when their natural recourse in claiming
their mate involved complete domination and making sure that everyone knew
they’d taken a broodmare.
He would have to do whatever the man said, no matter what, and especially
because the government would condone it if he went through with bonding him.
“Please wait…” Jack looked up at him with a pleading gaze once more in an
attempt of desperation, “I want to go to college, like… you promised...” The
Alpha’s sharp eyes narrowed in on the boy; the Omega not backing down. “My
grades are g-good…” The boy nervously fidgeted with the man’s button up, “…
please?”
Pitch’s Alpha responded positively to such a submissive approach and indulged
Jack’s Omega in not being able to fight his Alpha. He knew that their roles
initially being ‘ward and guardian’ only served as the spine to their
relationship in that Jack processed most of what Pitch said in an authoritative
respect, but with the attitude of his age; he knew he would still try to get
what he wanted somehow.
“You’ll graduate from North Star and with the turn of events, I’ll have to
consider whether or not sending you to college would be beneficial.” Jack was
not happy about the uncertainty and didn’t like not knowing if he could.
Pitch’s knot had since gone down, relieving his sore channel and Jack was
getting antsy with how full he felt, his stomach slightly distended again with
the Alpha's seed. He was uncomfortable, being given no options on his future,
and wanted to be left alone.
Jack attempted to pull himself off the man and then pull the Alpha’s now soft
member out of him, but in the midst of his movement, Pitch could scent the
displeasure and derisively held the boy in place – forcing the Omega to stay
with him. Jack pouted and with a gritted jaw, but almost immediately stopped
struggling as he glared while keeping his gaze down.
“I want to go…” The boy said with a watery sigh. He was sulking as he continued
to fiddle with the buttons on the Alpha’s disheveled button up and stubbornly
refused to make eye contact.
Pitch had a good idea as to what was wrong – he knew that there were plans the
boy had for his future and that he wanted to go to an art school after he
graduated; but they were just impractical with his condition as an Omega. Jack
had no idea what the real world was like and how the only reason he hadn’t been
treated like a mere object was due to Pitch’s effort in maintaining some sort
of normalcy for him.
The man tilted Jack’s face up with his hand and then pressed his lips to the
boy’s in an almost forced fashion. If it weren’t for the boy’s naturally
submissive response, Pitch was having a hard time controlling his Alpha and was
contemplating on fucking him again. But before he allowed himself to get
carried away with the blood rushing back down to his dick, in a series of
locking lips and invading the boy’s mouth with his tongue, Jack mewled as the
Alpha pulled out of him.
There was some seed that spilled out, with Pitch still not allowing the boy to
completely get off him. Having cum everywhere wasn’t ideal, but not having his
cock buried deep inside the Omega did seem to relieve some of the tension just
a bit.
“When was the last time you hung out with your friends?” Pitch was trying to
cater to the boy’s small need for the select few people that had been there
since the beginning. Jack didn’t really feel like chatting in the after-math of
what had just happened and the news that was given.
“I don’t know.” That was a lie. Jack knew because at this point he only had one
friend that he was still talking to and the last time he talked with Tooth was
earlier that day at school. She’d invited him to a party that was happening at
one of the soccer player’s house the upcoming Saturday and told him to let her
know if he wanted to go. “Why?”
“Well, I work quite a bit and I think you should hang out with your friends
instead of staying cooped up in here all weekend – of course, be safe, but I
think it would do you some good.” Jack didn’t understand why he’d let him have
some freedoms and other things he wanted more than anything, just didn’t seem
to take any precedence. “Please stop frowning, or else your face will stay like
that forever.” Pitch teased light-hearted.
Jack scrunched his nose in disapproval. He knew Pitch had his reasons, but it
was throwing the youth off, having the man be so unpredictably hot and cold.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to be ugly forever,” Jack retorted with his tongue
in his cheek. Pitch found it amusing knowing that Jack was easily one of the
most beautiful people he’d ever come across and couldn’t be ugly even if he
tried. “I guess I’ll text Tooth and see if she has plans tomorrow.” The older
man nodded agreeably.
“Also, I think you should build your nest in my room for the night seeing as
yours is dirty and I’ll have the cleaning people come and take care of it in
the morning.” Jack blushed as the man’s stern expression showed no signs of
backing down and was embarrassed by also thinking about the cleaners seeing
their mess. Pitch relaxed a little further as he rested his hands on the small
of the pup’s back “Besides, I do enjoy your scent.” – And Pitch absolutely did
not mind if his room smelt like it.
“O-okay…” Jack conceded submissively as the CEO insisted and he was much too
tired at that point to protest his Alpha.
~
 
The youth was having a hard time walking after being knotted and so Pitch took
his time caring for his Omega. He carried the boy to his room and then ran a
bath in the ensuite and made sure he was comfortable back in his bed, before he
was called back to the office around 8 pm by Katherine to finish signing some
documents.
Pitch had a good night when he got back. He didn’t touch his ward sexually, but
it was satisfying to his Alpha coming home to the spectral boy curled up while
holding one of his tailored button ups so close. It was also nice having the
Omega’s tenderness in his space again after having experienced it with his heat
and to his delight, the room was heavily scented with the warmth of vanilla and
the crispness of Wintergreen fertility.
***** Stars *****
Chapter Summary
     Jack was happy to be getting out of the house with some of his
     friends - being Tooth and Sandy. He's having fun at a party, not
     really thinking that Pitch needed to know about that part, when he
     meets another Omega. She's lively and care-free, but it's the Alpha
     that she's brought with her that shakes things up. Hopefully things
     work out.
Chapter Notes
     Again, thanks for the read!
     - Comments are appreciated, but please be nice. ~
The following day, there wasn’t too much going on. Jack had awoken around noon,
still in Pitch’s bed and later found his room being tidied by the cleaners as
promised – light fluffy sheets were reset and the cover to his comforter washed
so that he could remake his nest when he wanted to. It also brought his Omega
relief having little to no extra homework left after his last heat, so he’d
have one less thing to worry about that night.
Tooth responded very promptly to him confirming that he wanted to hang out, and
was going to pick him up later that night around 7 or 8. It pleased Pitch after
Jack told him the plan, being that the Alpha was going to be working late, even
if it was at home. Although, Jack didn’t really think that providing details on
it being a party was important and so left that little bit out.
Mr. Pitchiner was busy working on his laptop in the central living room on the
main floor that sat on the opposite side of the double-sided fireplace vertical
to the kitchen (one out of three in the house). The setup of the room was
elegantly dark. The entire wall for the fireplace was made out of stacked black
stone sleight that rose up to the to the top of the vaulted ceilings. The room
was large and there was a dark leather couch that spanned the length of the
room in an L shape. A few vintage lamps dimly lit, giving off the aesthetic of
a first-class Alpha cave.
The CEO sat where the L bend was, closest to the back of the room with the
current documents, files and computer for the night spread out on the large
cherry wood coffee table for easy access, along with a mug of coffee and a
glass of scotch. It wasn’t frequent that the pup bothered his guardian while he
was working, but Jack had been feeling lonelier than usual as of late, and
regardless of what occurred the night before between them, the Omega knew Pitch
would be preoccupied like he usually was when he worked. So, in needing the
security of being near an Alpha, Jack took his chances and sat in the same room
on the sofa, only a seat apart.
It wasn’t a problem at all for Pitch having the boy close, with warm vanilla
pheromones having such a positive effect in soothing the older man while he
worked. Admittedly, he rather enjoyed the Omega so close in proximity; but he
did have a lot of work to do, so couldn’t really focus on him.
The supple white-haired pup was reclined back, wrapped with one of his star
covered throws and off in his own world. He was alternating between playing on
his phone and doodling in his sketch book (the one he knew Katherine picked out
for him; not really wanting to touch the other sketchbook Pitch had brought. It
just left a knot in his stomach thinking about the implications), while he
killed time before Tooth picked him up. Between both distractions, he’d
periodically glanced up at the polished Alpha, who was hunched over working
diligently. The room was placid as he almost didn’t seem to acknowledge that
Jack was even in there.
Jack at some point really found himself focusing on his guardian and realized
the Alpha was intriguing in an unapproachable sort of way. He had everything
anyone could want in the world and yet… he wanted Jack? The boy just couldn’t
wrap his brain around what could be so valuable in keeping him. Aside from
Pitch’s affiliation with his family, Jack knew his gender was high-maintenance
and couldn’t really fathom someone choosing to keep an Omega unless they
absolutely had to;which ultimately was the case before his heat.
The pup didn’t want to be annoying, but he did want to see if Pitch would get
upset with him – just for the hell of it. He slowly lifted his foot and
extended his shapely leg to put it on the man’s hip, testing whether or not it
would break his focus; and as he did, he kept the blanket held up to his face
as a defense, while waiting for the man’s response.
 
Pitch felt a nudge at his side and finished his email before glancing over at
the little sprite beside him. When he peered over, a pair of the most beautiful
baby blue eyes gazed back at him over the blanket and he could tell that they
were gauging his reaction. Pitch waited a moment and pretended to look at
something on the screen, treating the playful gesture as if he wasn’t going to
entertain it. Just then, he teasingly pulled the boy by his ankle, startling
the young Omega and then kept the pup’s leg on his lap; noting the endearing
galaxy ankle socks the youth had on as he lightly caressed his ankle while
returning back to his work.
Jack sat patiently while watching the man continue to work, letting Jack’s foot
stay on his lap. The man didn’t seem at all troubled by it, and didn’t give the
action more than a couple of seconds of his attention, so the youth concluded
that he probably wasn’t upset.
“What was my father like… when he was my age?” Jack asked softly, breaking the
silence as he pulled the blanket away from his face. The stern Alpha didn’t
seem at all deterred from the current task he was working on by the question.
It was obvious to the youth, that the man probably wanted to be left alone to
finish his work, but he was always working, and the pup had things he’d been
longing to ask and didn’t know when there was a good or bad time – so he just
did it.
The dark Alpha exhaled as he raised an eyebrow and looked back over at the boy.
It was an unavoidable topic he knew was bound to be brought up at some point
given the circumstances. He had already somewhat prepared himself emotionally,
but still, he wasn’t really sure exactly what to say.
“Alex?” Pitch put his fist up to his mouth as he cleared his throat, then sat
back for a moment in thought with a smirk. Reminiscing was hard, but there were
too many good things about ‘Alexander Frost’ – to forget. “Your father was
well-liked for sure… by anyone and everyone that met him.” He looked at the
youth who was now listening intently. The stark blue eyes locked on him with
the most innocent and endearing expression. The Alpha continued on- “He was
smart, funny, caring – my best friend.”
“Am I… l-like him at all?” Jack knitted his brows as he sat up properly, his
gaze still locked on Pitch. The older man could see that Jack was looking to
piece back any memory of the parent that he was just beginning to comprehend
was no longer around and would never have the opportunity to get to know. It
made Pitch complacent thinking of the loss of the future relationship.
Pitch smiled honestly, as he pushed back another inky curl that had freed
itself. The best memories he had were of his time with Alex and Sophie. They
were such a huge part of his life and had become almost like a real family to
him before the tragedy.
“Very much so, in your playfulness and that quick-witted tongue.” The Alpha
assured as he adjusted his dark gray sweats from riding up on his knees. “But
you know who you’re more like?” Jack’s sad smile was captivating as he urged
the man with an inquisitive head-tilt. Pitch leaned one arm on the back of the
sofa, turning his torso towards Jack, “… your mother.”
“Really?” Jack blurted out. Pitch nodded affirmatively as the boy seemed to be
getting closer with excitement in hearing about his parents. “Did my father
love my mom?”
“Undoubtedly, since the moment they met.” Pitch rubbed his chin, feeling a
slight prickle of the day’s growth, recalling the first time Alex had ran back
to their dorm – at the time they were only eighteen and had just been accepted
to the Technical Institute – Jack and Alex shared the same shade of blue in
their eyes and had the same big smiles. “She was a few years older, being a
freshman at the local university and her sorority house was close to our dorm,”
Pitch chuckled at the memory, “he ran into our room, sweaty and out of breath.
I wasn’t sure if he was panicking or what had happened, but he jumped on my
bed, messing up everything I was working on and shouted that he’d just met the
most beautiful woman in the world at the coffee shop and that I had to meet
her.” Jack chuckled at the idea of his dad getting twitter-pated over his mom.
Then suddenly the reality of never getting to see them again moseyed its way
into the atmosphere.
“… I miss them...” The boy said nostalgically with a sigh as he started playing
with some of the threading on the back cushions to the sofa. Pitch could
suddenly smell the distress in the air fluttering off the boy. There was a
minty bite as the Omega was getting sad and Pitch didn’t think the topic of
conversation was the best before hanging out with his friends.
“I know,” Pitch crooned taking the small Omega by the hand and pulling him till
the pup was straddling his waist. There was little affection the Alpha was good
at, but his instinct in soothing the pup came easy allowing his Alpha’s edges
to soften towards his selected mate’s expression of sadness. He desired nothing
more than to be close to the boy, even if it was just physically to start.
Jack noted he’d never been on close enough terms to speak with the Alpha so
open prior and just wanted to finish picking the man’s memories of his parents,
being there wasn’t anyone who knew them better. He just hadn’t realized how
painful it was to even hear about them. He’d almost blocked out the entire
first year of their absence in his life – it was all like a bad dream that he
was never going to wake up from.
The pup followed suit as he didn’t know what to expect, but could feel the kind
and protective scent Pitch was emitting especially for him and curled into the
man’s chest, allowing his guardian to console him; besides there wasn’t anyone
else who shared his pain. It even slipped his mind, when he bared his neck in
submission, allowing full access to his mating gland. It was exposed by another
large band-T slung off his shoulder (different from the night before), Sophie's
necklace and the lovely bite Pitch left just below. The mark was enough to fill
the Alpha with complete pride as he held the boy close to him.
-What did he ever do to deserve an Omega like Jack.
 
Just then his phone started buzzing and Pitch leaned over and grabbed it off
the couch for the boy. “Here – it’s ‘Sparkles’?”
“Oh, that’s Tooth!” Jack sat back and quickly grabbed his phone to answer. It
was a quick conversation of her telling him that they were waiting in the car
(‘they’ being Sandy included, as he decided to tag along) and Jack letting them
know he would be out in a minute before hanging up.
“Are you going to be okay?” Pitch took the pup by his chin and looked over his
spectral face. Jack’s expression was reflective, but seemed to be trying to
suppress the feelings that had just bubbled up. The Omega decided he would just
move on for the night – he’d visit those feelings again some other time when he
couldn’t deny them anymore.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thank you for telling me about my parents.” Jack wrapped
his arms around his guardian’s neck sincerely and then rushed to go put his
shoes on.
It didn’t show on the Alpha’s stoic face, but the innocent embrace, really
moved him and he found himself feeling butterflies. It took almost four whole
years before a real conversation had been had between them and the man couldn’t
contain his enthusiasm; even if his face had a hard time articulating what he
was feeling on the inside.
The order of operations in which his and Jack’s relationship was progressing
was all sorts of unconventional, but the fact that they’d already had
intercourse and were just beginning to conversate was odd to say the least.
-Even so, Jack was meant to be his.
 
“If you need anything, you can contact Katherine. I have quite a few documents
I need to go through tonight and so if you can’t get a hold of her, then you
may call me.” Pitch informed Jack as he sat on the steps that lead down to the
door while he tied his black Nikes.
“Kay!” Jack affirmed as he struggled getting into his hoodie shortly after.
“And be safe.” Jack grunted what sounded like another ‘kay’ as he finally got
his hoodie on and Pitch delved back into his work after Jack closed the door
behind him.
 
                                      ***
 
“Dude you take forever!” Tooth teased as Jack climbed into the back seat of her
beat up red Jeep. He chuckled light-heartedly as he took a piece of mint gum
that Sandy already reached back to offer him.
“Thanks Sandy and I was putting my shoes on,” Jack thwarted as he buckled his
seatbelt and put the gum in his mouth.
“Well we’re glad you could make it out tonight!” Tooth exclaimed as she turned
the engine on and he could see her smile big through the rearview mirror.
“We’re gonna go by Wendy’s for fries before the party, is that cool?”
“For sure,” Jack replied.
The ride was therapeutic. They just bullshitted about nothing and talked about
hot songs and celebrities for most of the drive. It was a relief that nothing
about what was currently going on at home was brought up or asked about. It
only got a little weird when Sandy started talking about how his dad was on his
back about deciding between Duke or Yale. None of Jack’s friends had been
informed that he wasn’t allowed to attend college yet, and so when the
conversation died on that topic, Jack took the opportunity to ask whether
either of them were going to Winter formal (a dance that happened at the end of
Dec, so was a little far out).
There school was a little extra when it came to events and so, as it was one of
the larger dances and with the extensive budget that came with an elite private
school, a large hall would be rented and only the Juniors and Seniors would be
allowed to attend. They all laughed about the whole ‘asking’ and ‘being asked’
to dances awkwardness and then finally they arrived.
 
It was one of Aster and Sandy’s soccer teammates party’s and was being held at
the parents’ large home. It was as massive as Jack’s and Aster’s homes –
Jared’s father was a realtor for the wealthy and had stock in the larger
companies (like Overland Inc. and a few other website companies), so was doing
pretty well for himself.
It was also remote like Jack’s house on the mountainside, but the closer you
got, the louder the music got. It was definitely not like Jack’s house in that
the built-in colored lights that lined the gaudy terrace and roof of the flashy
three-story modernly white estate were like beacons to the youth who wanted to
have a good time – very different from the chic black stones and subtle marble
that Pitch had picked out to blend in with the mountain’s natural materials.
They parked down the lengthy driveway that extended about half a mile out
(luckily, they didn’t have to park that far away as someone closer to the house
was leaving as they were arriving). They got out and adjusted themselves,
making sure they were presentable. Sandy had a bright yellow hoodie on, that
said Nike on the corner, with some tan jeans and a pair of black and white
Adidas sneakers; his golden hair methodically styled like those hipsters with
the fades and the long hair at the top. Tooth had just gotten her rich
chocolate locks cut into a lob, she was wearing a crop sweater, a black pair of
high-waisted jeans and a pair of Versace booties – definitely a sight for sore
eyes. Jack… well, he had a pair of dark jeans and a hoodie on, with his Nike
high-tops. He never was flashy about his appearance, and sought out comfort
more than anything.
“How do I look?” Tooth asked doing a twirl for Jack and Sandy. Both smirked
knowing she was easily one of the prettiest Alphas in the school and could make
a burlap sack attractive.
“Y-you look great..” Jack assured as Sandy nodded in agreement, both with
flushed cheeks.
“As usual,” the golden Alpha chimed in scratching the back of his head.
“Good! You guys don’t look so bad yourself!” She grinned walking between them
and putting her arms on both of their shoulders as they approached.
There were people everywhere. Everyone who was anyone was there – even kids
that didn’t go to their school, along with large groups of college kids mixed
in; the epitome of a ‘rager’.
“Jack, there is one thing-“ Tooth pulled both of them in close so that it was
just between the three of them. Jack looked at her intently as she spoke, Sandy
making himself alert, “- I don’t want to come off insensitive, but it would
probably be good if you stayed near me or Sandy, just because we’re going to be
around strange Alphas and as an Omega, they may not understand personal
boundaries unless they think you have escorts.” Jack knew she wasn’t trying to
be sexist, but not everyone was as nice as the people from their little
community.
“It’s okay, I understand.” Jack said with bright eyes and a reassuring smile.
“-well, you already smell like another Alpha anyway, so they’ll probably steer
clear anyway.” Sandy said trying to be supportive as Jack suddenly became self-
conscious, not realizing that Pitch must have scented him when he was
comforting him on the couch.
“Oh, do I?” Jack said grabbing his hoodie and trying to smell himself. Tooth
just laughed and shook her head as they walked up and people from their school
began greeting them.
It was pretty fun to say the least. Most of the people were very nice as Sandy
and Tooth were well-liked and most had never seen Jack outside of school. There
were a few other Omegas there, which greeted Jack warmly as well, but like
Tooth and Sandy, their Alphas were keeping them close.
The trio went to the back where one of the bars was on the terrace near the
swimming pool and hot tub, that already had some drunkards playing in them.
They started out with shots and three large glasses of Sangria. Tooth and Sandy
were used to parties in between their unparalleled scholastic reputations, but
Jack wasn’t and was definitely feeling it more than both of them. His face was
already getting warm and knew that he probably shouldn’t drink more, but when
one of the soccer players started passing out shots of Tequila, his reasoning
was hazy and took it along with everyone cheering their latest victory.
At some point in the night, they were playing beer pong at one of the eight
tables in the twelve-car-garage, when Jack realized that he had to use the
restroom. He forgot to tell Sandy, and at some point, Tooth had met up with the
Mathletes group and was chatting with them about them taking nationals that
year; he didn’t really think there would be a problem if he left for a few
minutes.
The house was still packed around midnight, all three floors with the wasted
youth losing themselves to liquor and blaring club music being played through
massive speakers on the main floor by a hired DJ. Which Jack shortly found out
was the time after his phone started buzzing with a message from both Tooth and
Sandy asking where he went. His messaging skills were slow, but he still
managed to let them know he was just headed to the bathroom and would be back
in a minute.
On his way to the second floor, after finding out the hard way that all four
and half bathrooms on the first floor were occupied – he finally found one that
had a short line of three people before him, so stayed put. He leaned back
against the wall as there was couple behind him making out and he prayed for
the strength to not pee his pants waiting for the others in front to move
quickly. It wasn’t until the girl before him turned around and started smelling
him, that he was somewhat made alert and got distracted for a moment.
“Y-you’re an Omega, aren’t you?” Jack looked at her surprised, they were about
the same height, but she was one of the most beautiful people he’d ever lay
eyes on. She had long curly jet-black hair about down to her waist, emerald
eyes and the face of an angel; she had a skin tight black mini dress that fell
just off her shoulders which made her all the more alluring, and a pair of chic
sporty sneakers to complete the look.
“Y-yes… am I -I mean, I am…” Jack stumbled over his words as he was just
wrapping his brain around being behind her for the last 5-10 minutes and not
realizing it.
“Me too!” She exclaimed as her face lit up and she seemed to be getting closer.
“I could tell, you’re ‘Jack Frost’?” Jack was getting self-conscious again as
he tried to figure out how easy it was to tell – completely forgetting in the
moment that he happened to be one of the few people with snow-white hair and
crystal blue eyes naturally. “My name is Victoria.” The other lovely Omega held
her hand out for a handshake, her assortment of bangles jingling and cherry red
nails eye-catching as she did so. Jack smiled as she was the least bit
threatening and he’d never really interacted with another Omega before; at
least, without another Alpha present. There just weren’t very many in the
community he was brought up in and they always had escorts.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Jack said as he obliged the handshake and then raised
an eyebrow, “b-but how did you know I was an Omega?” She shrugged with a
chuckle.
“Omegas have the sweetest scents, even when masked with an Alpha’s pheromone,”
she said pretty aloof as she turned around to see there was one other person
before her in line. “Can’t you smell me?” Jack knitted his eyebrows as he
nervously leaned forward and when she noticed, she playfully pulled him closer
to her neck by his hoodie. Jack looked startled and nodded.
“You smell like, lavender… and…” Jack stopped for a minute to decipher what the
other scent was as there was also an Alpha’s pine musk on her, probably her
escort’s or boyfriend’s, “… hot cocoa.” Her thick lips curled into the most
playful of smiles as she nodded.
“See, and yours is a bit crisper, like mint and vanilla.” Jack couldn’t feel
his lips as he smiled back, he was very drunk. “Here come in with me!” They
were finally next in line and sensing Jack’s disorientated state, she pulled
him in with her.
“W-what!” Jack couldn’t fight her before he was already in the bathroom with
the new estranged Omega.
“It’s okay we’re both Omegas anyway!” She said locking the door and then
heading over to the toilet to do her business. Jack wasn’t sure what he was
supposed to do and had never had such comradery with anyone before. He blushed
and covered his eyes as she pulled down her underwear.
“A-are you sure?” Jack stuttered. He heard her laugh and just couldn’t wrap his
brain around her confidence. She was very different then the people he’d known,
everything she seemed to do radiated sex appeal and couldn’t help being dragged
along.
“You’re so cute!” She said as she finished up and flushed the toilet, “your
turn!” She washed her hands and Jack shyly made his way to do his business.
“Have you never been around other Omegas?” She questioned a little boisterously
as she fixed her makeup and he also finished up. Jack was just thankful she had
something to do while he did his own personal business.
“Not really…” Jack stammered as he flushed the toilet and then maneuvered
around her to get to the sink to wash up. She smiled as she sat on the granite
sink top and looked at him. He looked over at her nervously. “I just live alone
with my guardian, who’s an Alpha…”
“Ooh the elite ‘Mr. Pitchiner’, that explains the full-bodied Alpha musk on
you,” she chuckled. Jack noted that she had a very enticing laugh. “He’s a
really powerful pack Alpha. Do you guys really have that kind of relationship?”
Jack was drunk, but that was a sobering statement hitting too close to home and
he felt like he was going to vomit from the sudden tension and liquor in his
belly.
She could tell ‘immediately’ the question was a little too personal, her eyes
went wide, and she put her hand on his back. “It’s okay, you don’t have to
answer. I won’t tell anyone, it’s just another Omega intuition thing, not all
Omegas can smell it, but there’s certain underlying scents when an Omega’s been
recently mated by an Alpha. My mom’s the only Omega from his side, but there’s
four of us children – three being Omegas and one Alpha – well, she’s kind of a
bitch.”
It took a few seconds, but jack wiped his face as he looked at her sparkling
green eyes and her calming lavender scent. She looked genuinely concerned as
she searched his face for a response.
“It’s okay… most don’t know…” Jack confided as his drunk self was telling him
to trust her, “please-don’t tell anyone…” She nodded seriously, looking at the
plea in his eyes.
“I pinky-swear!” She held up her pinky and a determination to her expression as
her perfectly groomed dark eyebrows knitted, and she made a stance. Jack looked
at her pinky and then at her – he was so drunk, and she was so sweet. Just then
there was knock on the door and a deep Alpha’s voice calling for Victoria. She
yelled back telling the Alpha that she’d be out in a minute. Then before
another second could pass by, she locked pinkies with Jack and then spit into
the sink beside her.
Jack couldn’t lie, it was kind of gross, but very sweet. He laughed a little,
which seemed to lighten the air. “Now you spit!”
“-what?” Jack looked perturbed.
“Go on!” She gestured with her free hand to the sink that she’d just done it
in. Jack shrugged his shoulders in defeat as he also spit in the sink.
“Perfect! Now if I ever tell another soul without your permission, you get to
break my pinky!” She smiled really big and Jack laughed at the childish
contract, but appreciated it. “Now come on, your phone’s been buzzing for the
last five minutes so I’m pretty sure our Alpha’s are looking for us.” Jack
nodded and let himself be lead by her again.
 
Immediately after getting out of the bathroom, Victoria’s Alpha grabbed her by
the hand and twirled her.
“What do we have here?” She giggled as the new Alpha was clearly very into her
and then also grabbed Jack by the hand and twirled him. “A very drunk flower
and a lightly intoxicated snowflake?”
He was a large, ashy brown-haired Alpha; about 6’3 and built like a rugby
player, but dressed like a young casual professional in a flannel button up
tucked into a pair of beige jeans and a sleek pair of Gucci loafers.
“Hadrian, you’re drunk don’t handle him so roughly, that’s you-know-who’s
Omega?” She pointed out as the large male wrapped his arm around both of them,
and pulled them against both of his sides by their waists. Jack had never been
so openly manhandled by an estranged Alpha and being inebriated on top of it,
he couldn’t help how warm it was making him feel.
“Whose?” The Alpha’s voice reverberated in his chest and Jack could feel it
being so close.
“That’s Jack Frost!” She exclaimed as he looked down at the white-haired
beauty. Jack was still in the process of finding his bearings, but being with
another Omega made him drop his guard and become pliant towards the new Alpha’s
forwardness.
“Oh shit!” Hadrian also exclaimed. The unsuspecting Omega was quite the
celebrity, and it was all too enticing for just a regular Alpha not to be a
little interested. The new Alpha was still one of the rich and entitled, but it
couldn’t really touch the fame that Jack had amassed after the Frost’s
accomplishments and tragedy.
“Yea! So, don’t be mean to him!” She demanded as she punched the broad Alpha in
the chest, not really doing anything to him.
“I know who this is-” The Alpha commented smoothly; really getting a good look
at the unsuspecting pale commodity on his arm. Jack suddenly regaled the
familiar pine scent as his zoning brain was still listening to their
conversation, but had become fixated with a bracelet on his new friendly
Omega’s arm. He stopped paying attention for a minute letting the Alpha do all
the work in keeping Jack standing and when he finally came to, he heard
Victoria yell something about ‘Aster’s best friend’, and that someone knew
Aster and Jack were on the outs at the moment.
“Y-you’re…” Jack put his hand on Hadrian’s chest as he looked up at him. Jack’s
crystal blue eyes locked on the oddly familiar Alpha’s face as he started
breaking down his bone structure and the similarities it had to someone he
knew.
“What?” Both Victoria and Hadrian questioned him.
“Y-you’re Aster’s cousin, aren’t you?” Jack’s discoordinated expression was
intoxicating. It almost mimicked an Omega’s disarray during their heat, which
aroused excitement in the young drunk Alpha as he inhaled all of the new
breeder’s pheromones deeply.
“Yes, and how stupid my cousin is, for leaving you alone and letting you go
about without a proper escort.” Hadrian pulled the Omega in so that he could
properly scent him, Jack baring his neck submissively for the Alpha, not really
understanding why he felt the need to do so.
In a quick but liquor influenced thought (having only met Jack in the last
hour, but understanding his lack of experience with others), Victoria grabbed
Hadrian by his chiseled jaw and despite the low rumble in his chest as a
demonstration of dominance and possession, she managed to pull him anyway.
“Hey, you big idiot!” He looked at her, his focus broken from Jack for the time
being while he scanned her almost equally beautiful face, only bested by the
striking discoloration, or lack thereof, that Jack had. “Will you get me
another beer, babe?” She caringly pushed a few strands of his short brown hair
away from the Alpha’s dilated green eyes as he conceded.
Then as Hadrian turned around, one of his buddies noticed that he had two
Omegas, one in each arm and quickly approached.
“Hey dude!” He was another attractive stocky Alpha, with a douchier faded hair-
cut, but was in some expensive branded hoodie, a pair of Rag&Bone sweats, and
another street branded boots. “You’re such an O’s A dude, I’m kind of jealous!”
Hadrian chuckled as Victoria glared at the Alpha approaching.
“Go away Thomas!” Victoria put her hand up. She seemed to have the entire group
down pat.
“Come on, Victoria? It was just a kiss! You know I’m sorry about that time in
Vienna!” The Alpha joked with her as he raised both hands in defeat.
“I don’t care, you’re an asshole and you know it.” He got down on one knee in
front of her and her Alpha jokingly, in hopes to appease her haughty temper;
she’d been likened time and again to the fictional Omega icon ‘Tinkerbell’ and
really measured up to the title. “Just be lucky I’m a classier Omega.” She
declared as she leaned down and squished the other Alpha’s face with her hand
in a cheeky gesture, “Or else I might have to ruin that pretty Alpha face of
yours for kissing Hadrian”. The Alphas laughed along with some of the other
party goers that had been a part of a bet that both Thomas and Hadrian had
lost.
“I understand, Goddess of the world, but your big shot boyfriend also lost the
bet.”
“Because you’re an idiot, you stupid ass-hole!”
“You’re right! But why can’t we let bygones be bygones?” Thomas was making a
show out of his groveling on purpose, grabbing the bottom of her and Hadrian’s
shirts. She sighed with as smirk and put her hand on the pleading Alpha’s
forehead.
“Your pleas have not fallen on deaf ears!” She declared playing along, “you
have been forgiven!” Everyone laughed, some cheering in the background and Jack
couldn’t help but openly admire her confidence as well as poise in a crowd.
He’d never been around other Omegas and most of what he read or seen, put them
in a quiet and domesticated bubble; Jack had been under the impression that he
was the only one that didn’t fit the mold when it came to ‘how an Omega should
act’.
“It’s okay Jack, you can hang out with me for the night!” Victoria reached
around Hadrian’s front to grab her fellow Omega’s hand. Jack agreed with a
smile, completely forgetting that Tooth and Sandy were probably still trying to
get a hold of him.
 
A few hours later and a lot of people had left.  There was still a decent
amount of people going hard at two in the morning, some still arriving, but at
least a fourth had gone home or to other parties.
Jack found himself sitting in a large room where Victoria had lead them, then
decided to partake in the crowd passing around some weed; but Jack didn’t
really know how to ‘hit it’ right, so didn’t smoke anything. Everyone was still
very drunk while they lazily resorted to playing spin the bottle, and so far,
everyone had kissed someone except for Jack. He had just recently gotten
coerced into playing with them and was a little nervous.
“It’ll be okay.” Victoria said as she took his hand reassuringly again. The
frequently open and innocent touches were new to Jack, not really getting
affection without the other person wanting something from him, but it was nice.
There was at least sixteen people in the large secluded T.V. room on one of the
lower floors. Alphas and tons of Beta kids of the wealthy lounging on bean-bags
and floor pillows, all of which seemed to know one another somehow – some being
couples, others were just school friends or knew someone there.
It was her turn and the anticipation was killing everyone. The beautiful
stranger glanced over at Jack playfully batting her eyelashes and then she spun
it. The emptied-out wine bottle spun for only seconds, but for what seemed like
an eternity, then started slowing down and passed both Thomas and Hadrian a few
times, then finally coming to a long-anticipated stop on ‘Jack’.
He blushed immediately as he looked over at her and she smiled whimsically at
him, the intoxication fully displayed through the tiring gaze to her eyes, but
no one paying any mind as they were all on the same level or higher.
“Omega on Omega action is hot!” Someone yelled, but Jack couldn’t pin-point
from who, he was lost in watching her perfectly pink lips and the rosied olive
complexion of her cheeks as she chuckled; She looked magical with the white
fairy lights lining the large windowed walls behind her. Likewise, she couldn’t
deny that Jack was the prettiest Omega she’d ever met. His silky white hair,
snow-white skin, eyes like glass being illuminated by the same lights and his
plush lips, she couldn’t refute she was beginning to form a little crush on
him.
“Come on Jack, it’s not like we’re middle schoolers.” Her voice was smooth like
butter in the irony of her statement in the type of game they chose to play. He
relaxed as she leaned in and her tongue invaded his mouth. He closed his eyes
while losing himself in the warmth, her mouth’s softness and the sweet taste
from the orange juice she’d been drinking with her vodka. He never really
thought about potential feelings of attraction for another Omega, as most
considered it a queer taboo, but Victoria was just so nice.
The group in the room was going wild as they really got into it, Thomas
‘whooing’ loudly as Hadrian sat beside him soaking in the scene. She had her
hands around his waist as he played with a few of her low hanging necklaces
nervously. Once they finished and both pulled back to sweetly look at one
another with warm cheeks and shy glances, she leaned in and whispered into his
ear.
“You’re seriously, one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met.” He smiled
and exhaustedly leaned into her neck thinking of Aster, scenting her sweetly
with vanilla, as it turned into a hug and then there was the slightest hint of
arousal. “Hey babe, are you okay?” She said holding Jack close and caressing
the hair on the back of his head. “Play the game without us!” She directed as
she pulled Jack’s body up and off the floor with her, some of the other kids
asking them where they were going, Jack found his footing and she marched him
out of the room ignoring most of their questions.
 
They were headed down another more vacant hall in the large estate, when she
turned towards him, and then sternly pushed her fellow Omega against the wall.
She scanned his dazed expression, flushed cheeks with a pining gleam to his
eyes, then kissed his neck where his mating gland was, causing him to whimper.
“We need to find who you came with, it’s dangerous for you to be here right now
the way you are.” She had picked up on some of the excited pheromones he’d
started emitting subconsciously, but after the not-so-innocent kiss they
shared, she noticed some of the other Alphas’ senses being peaked and could
smell the arousal that Jack couldn’t distinguish alone in his current
inebriated state; it would have been an eating frenzy if Jack were left there.
“Okay,” Jack conceded softly as she took him by the waist and lead him to one
of the rooms made vacant, after she kicked a few people out of it. She lay him
on one of the grand four-post beds, and went into the connected ensuite to get
a glass of water.
 
He lay there on the plush floral bedding staring up the ceiling. Jack couldn’t
remember the last time he’d been quite this drunk, only recalling the night
he’d spent with Aster at his parents before everything changed. He’d fallen
into a sort of trance watching the room spin and being numb, when suddenly the
realization of his phone buzzing made itself known.
He sluggishly grabbed it and was surprised to see that his notifications said
that there eleven missed calls, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself
to feel any sense of urgency. He pressed answer without looking at the caller
I.D. and held it to his ear.
“Jack-hun?! Where are you?! We’ve been trying to find you for the past two
hours, but we kept getting sidetracked-” It was Tooth’s sweet voice, but he
could still tell she was worried.
“Are y-you… still here?” Jack asked softly. She said ‘yes’ and then asked where
he was, but before he could answer, he heard the door click open. Immediately,
the pungent scent of pine and leather saturated in arousal filled Jack’s nose
as Hadrian entered the room then shut the door behind him. Tooth kept asking if
he was there as Jack watched the Alpha approach through half-lidded eyes.
 
In that same moment, Victoria walked back in with a glass of water and was
startled to see the lust blown pupils on her drunken partner’s carved face. He
appeared almost menacing in just his sheer size as he stalked over to the
vulnerable Omega presented on a platter for him.
“Hadrian?” Victoria had never seen him look so feral, outside of them sharing
her heat. He didn’t once glance at her, only cleared the distance between
himself and Jack, like a hunter closing in on its prey. Once there, he took the
phone from the lissome creature’s hand on the bed and spoke into it.
“Don’t worry, Jack will be taken care of.” He then hung up and tossed the phone
to the side before climbing onto the bed. Jack whimpered as the Alpha crawled
on all fours over him, then aggressively put his face into his neck to start
scenting him; a brazen act of declaring territory. Something most Alphas
preferred to do before they had their way with a mate – it could be endearing
with the right person, or just devastating with an unwanted lover.
“Hadrian, leave him alone!” Victoria knew that her Alpha was an asshole, but
she never would have thought him cheating on her believable – at least not
right in front of her. She quickly put the glass of water down on a side table,
then ran up to him and tried to pull him away by his arm and shoulder, but when
he didn’t budge, she climbed on the bed and tried to put herself between
Hadrian and the other poor Omega the best she could.
There was a low rumble in the Alpha’s chest as he glared coldly at the small
distraction trying to put a knife in the thing his Alpha desired most. Having
found out that one of the most sought-after Omegas in the world was in his
grasp, it lit something in his Alpha’s core as something his carnal self simply
could not pass up.
Every Alpha intended to keep their Omega safely enclosed from the world after
being bonded, but before this little breeder was officially locked away from
the world for good – only to be on display by his Alpha’s conquests with a
swollen belly baring the fate’s contract on his neck – Hadrian wanted to sample
it.
Victoria tried to hold her ground as she covered Jack’s trembling curled up
form with her own, comical to the Alpha in size against such a large aggressor.
“Move. Victoria.” Hadrian used his Alpha’s voice, his sharp canines bared
(meant for marking their Omegas or for intimidation purposes), as just the tone
turned her’s and Jack’s blood cold. Both Omegas’ scents were beginning to sour
with fear, a pheromone that only the sickest and twisted of Alphas could take
pleasure in.
There was nothing more the female Omega could do as instinct would have it, she
complied with her head down, tears in her glistening green eyes. She moved to
the edge of the bed watching her Alpha go after another like the pig-headed
heartless sack of trash she’d been denying for so long.
She started crying as she watched Jack whimper under the beast she was slowly
having to disconnect herself from. He was nothing but a heartless monster.
 
Hadrian saturated Jack in his leather and pine musk as he started pulling the
supple Omega’s hoodie off. Underneath was just another plain oversized band-T,
that slightly hung off one of the lithe pale youth’s shoulders, displaying a
bit of Pitch’s handiwork with the bite below his mating gland still red and a
golden necklace. He began kissing around the mark with an animalistic growl in
the depths of his chest, while gliding his lips over his clavicle, up his neck
and then lightly nipped at the soft spot underneath the youth’s jaw.
“P-please don’t…” Jack tried to feebly push the Alpha’s face away from him.
“Why a-are you doing this?” Jack asked weakly as he covered Hadrian’s mouth
while his aggressor continued to try and kiss his jaw. The large Alpha wasn’t
deterred and started planting kisses against the beautiful creature’s soft
palms instead.
“How could I not?” The determination in the Alpha’s gaze was daunting and Jack
was sure he wasn’t used to actually losing on his own merits. “It’s a breath of
fresh air to see the glory of the Gods work in you,” the large Alpha crawled
over and sat against the headboard. “When I was traveling abroad in Europe for
a year after I graduated, there were many works by famous Alpha artists… great
Alphas that were used by the churches, and oddly enough – the subjects were
more often than not depicting the beauty and fragility in Omegas. Creatures
victimized by their own sexuality.” In the process, he positioned Jack, so that
the inebriated Omega was kneeling submissively on the floral duvet between his
legs.
“Please s-stop-what about Victoria?” The pale Omega plead as the Alpha took him
by both hands, put both of Jack’s arms around his neck, then put his face in
the supple youth’s chest and inhaled the rich Omegan pheromones deeply.
“Victoria?” The Alpha glanced over at the other Omega who was glaring at him
behind Jack, with a beautifully tear streaked face. “She’s a sweet little
whore, but I’ve never…” the Alpha paused for just a moment to take Jack’s
reluctant face by his hand and then pressed a kiss to the boy’s soft mouth
fervently, “-met an Omega as vanilla as you.” He tried to get Jack to look at
him, but Jack shook his hand off and tried to look over at Victoria instead.
“I’m so s-sorry…” Jack managed to get out with a choked back sob, in attempt to
let Victoria know he didn’t want to hurt her. He was startled to feel the
Alpha’s hands suddenly slide down his body and go for the button on the front
of his jeans. The Omega tried to stop Hadrian in a panic, but before he could
the Alpha tutted while he shook his index finger in front of the Omega’s face.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. This is what you’re made for, and I’ve been waiting all night
to get you alone…” The words were slimy as they fell from the Alpha’s lips.
Jack winced as the man made direct eye contact while unzipping his jeans and
couldn’t help resenting the sex he’d been born with. Jack couldn’t understand
why his only appraisal was based on his gender and hated the feeling of being
objectified because of it.
“P-please d-don’t…” Jack buried his face in the Alpha’s shoulder with tears
spilling over.
The present Alpha resembled Aster so much physically, but the pine of his
current aggressor was different combined with the very distinguishing burnt
leather Alpha musk that he’d covered Jack in, making him nauseous. It made him
sicker, feeling the intrusive hand reach down the front of his jeans, slip
inside his underwear, glide beneath his silky small Omega member and penetrate
his recently used entrance dryly with a single digit; Pitch’s work still
lingering in its sore and puffiness.
“Nhh… no-“ Jack strained against him, hissing in pain as he tried to pull away.
He was stopped abruptly when Hadrian pinched the back of his nape and despite
his resistance, Jack wilted against the man, curling into the Alpha, shocked by
the lack of control over his own body; it was common knowledge to most Alphas
that pressure anywhere near an Omega’s mating gland made them extremely
compliant. The boy trembled as the finger worked him open hostilely. There
wasn’t any time saved, before there was a little slick produced so Hadrian
shoved three fingers in and had Jack sobbing in pain at the burn of being
stretched too far before he was ready (male Omegas’ inner walls were thick like
that of females’ – being they were also made to give birth in addition to
having their own internal lubricating and cleaning system, but they did need to
get adjusted to stretching before being entered, or else also run the risk of
bleeding).
The only thing that broke the Alpha’s focus was the door slamming after
Victoria left. Jack felt only guilt in feeling abandoned as he couldn’t say
that he wasn’t reacting to his fellow Omega’s Alpha’s physical advances; even
as much as he didn’t want them. Somehow, he felt responsible for the Alpha’s
actions towards him and didn’t know what he did to cause it.
“Finally,” Hadrian scoffed at the other Omega’s dramatic exit, while he reveled
in Jack’s reactions, “She was pissing me off.” The Omega was still desperately
trying to hold back his voice and tears as the Alpha’s sole attention was now
focused on him and his intently working fingers. “Now, baby boy,” Hadrian
explained in the most patronizing and demeaning tone, as Jack prayed for help,
“I want you to ride me just like your Alpha taught you, and then I’m going to
knot your sweet Omega pussy, okay?”
Jack was mortified and shivered at the deplorable request, but as much as the
Omega didn’t want the advances towards him, it was hard to believe that anyone
was going to help.
The Omega shook his head and attempted to pull away, but being exhausted from
the night, it was hard not to resign himself to his fate as the Alpha pulled
him back in. The brute then lifted Jack’s shirt and started suckling on his
nipple while groping his ass with his free hand, still working Jack entrance
with his other digits. Jack couldn’t help but let him as he wiped his tears
away and whined at the abuse, wishing it was all just a bad dream.
 
“Hadrian, get away from him!” The other Alpha’s voice was familiar and before
he knew it Aster was approaching the bed in a pair of grey sweats and a hoodie
(clearly not there for the party, but still quite attractive), Tooth, Sandy and
Victoria trailing behind. Jack whimpered at the embarrassment of his best
friends and lover (of whom, he also couldn’t believe was coming to his
defense), seeing him in such a pitiful state as he shied away from their prying
and concerned gazes.
“Stop.” The sleazy Alpha demanded in his Alpha’s tone. Hadrian hadn’t quite
removed his fingers and held his free hand up before the other Alpha could get
to him. “If you force me to, I’ll hurt him.” Victoria had taken Jack’s phone
(thank the gods he never saw a reason to put any special locks on it), making
it possible for her to contact Aster, Tooth and Sandy. “Do you really expect me
to let such a fine piece of ass go?” Sandy and Tooth couldn’t believe what was
happening, but stood on stand-by as they realized that there was a family feud
going on.
“Fuck you Hadrian, your girlfriend’s right here and you’re moving in on your
blood’s potential mate?!” Aster called him out on his twisted decision making;
all Alphas noting the unsurmountable potency of Omegan distress in the air.
“How fucked can you get?” Aster looked at his cousin’s wayward grin, who
clearly still had his fingers buried deep in Jack, relentlessly tormenting him,
trying to make the Omega whine on purpose. Jack trembled in humiliation as he
tried to curl into his aggressor’s chest to hide away from all the worried
stares; not to mention he was cold.
“Your potential mate?” Hadrian chuckled and shook his head sardonically, “Why
should you be the only one that gets to sample the great ‘Kozmotis Pitchiner’s’
future bond-to-be?”
“Please… stop…” Jack tried again softly whispering into the determined Alpha’s
ear. His broken tone only causing Hadrian’s Alpha to grow wilder with
possession as the Wintergreen stimulated his carnal instinct.
Then before the greedy Alpha could think about his next step, Aster’s fist
landed fiercely in his face; he was sure that he either broke or fractured
Hadrian’s nose. The comment the arrogant Alpha made was like pouring salt into
one of Aster’s open wounds after having seen Pitch fucking Jack senseless on
the dining table only a few weeks prior.
The Alpha lay stunned for a moment seeing stars, with his free hand covering
his now bloody nose and forced into submission with the other Alpha’s
overbearing pheromone of hostility pushing him into a corner. In that short
amount of time, Aster made the best of his cousin’s misfortune to yank Jack’s
pants down far enough so that he could gently extract his cousin’s fingers from
his raw entrance.
“P-please… d-don’t look…” Jack whined as he grasped the larger arm for support,
while the gentle handling on Aster’s part continued. There was slick and a
little bit of blood as Jack whimpered and then clung to the tender Alpha who
was saving him. The disoriented Omega was in disbelief that Aster was there to
help him after the few weeks of being ignored, but couldn’t have been more
grateful to see him in that moment.
“Come here snowflake.” Aster crooned to his best friend who was in a docile
childlike state from the liquor, before he saw Jack’s hoodie on the bed and
then tentatively put it back on him. There were so many thoughts going through
the young Alpha’s mind as he also swiftly did Jack’s pants up and delicately
lifted him bridle style. But before leaving the room, Aster looked over his
shoulder and gave his demented cousin a proper farewell, “If you ever touch him
again… I’ll kill you.”
Out of the corner of their party’s eyes, they could see Hadrian giving them the
middle finger as he had taken a wad of tissues off the night stand and was
trying to stop his bloody nose; even Victoria leaving alongside Aster, Sandy
and Tooth.
 
Once out of that messy situation, most bystanders at the party just assumed
that Jack had gotten too drunk, so his escorts were taking him home. They all
said some quick goodbyes on their way out, with Jack resting in the warmth and
safety of his childhood friend’s arms, breathing in the comforting cinnamon
scent Jack knew was on purpose; Tooth had also been helpful in having grabbed
and helped put his shoes back on also on their way out, Jack didn’t really
remember when they’d gotten taken off.
Back at their cars, Aster had been called first by Victoria as she was familiar
with the Bunnymund’s family and knew he’d be sober as he’d not gone to the
party. He was finishing up on an admissions essay for a few select universities
and a few other large assignments for school. It was imperative as the class
president he couldn’t afford to fall short anywhere (especially if he wanted to
take his father’s company to whole new level when he inherited).
“Thank you so much again for coming Aster, you’ve always been a better Alpha
than Hadrian.” Victoria smiled as she wiped the tears away from her cheeks with
the sleeve of her coat. Jack was sitting on the hood of Aster’s Charger, tucked
beneath the big lug’s arm as they talked in a circle; Sandy and Tooth joining
in after putting some of their stuff away in the car. “And I’m sorry Jack, I
know we just met so it might not mean anything, but I really do think you’re
great and wish that Hadrian wasn’t such a prick.”
“You deserve better than that Victoria,” Aster said earnestly. He rubbed Jack’s
back soothingly, while the distressed Omega still tried to process what
happened, there was a dull ache between his legs and a discomforting feeling of
drying slick. “Hadrian’s always been a prick.” Victoria nodded as she pulled
out her phone and looked at a few missed calls and texts from the devil
himself; which she ignored.
“Yeah, it’s just – I know I’m an idiot and so damn blind when it comes to his
stupid lies.” She shivered as the Fall chill began to sober most of them up.
Jack looked at her sweet tear-stained face and knew that he couldn’t be mad,
recollecting her trying to physically get between Hadrian and him. “He always
claims he’s going to be better…-“
“Thank you… for helping me…” Jack said as she looked at him with a teary smile.
He knew that they were having a good time before Hadrian decided to show up and
didn’t blame her for his actions and had he not shown up, she would have helped
him get back to Tooth and Sandy.
“Oh-Here!” Victoria remembered that she still had his phone and handed it to
him. Jack took it and then thoughtfully held it back out.
“D-do you want to exchange phone numbers?” She looked at him in disbelief after
everything that had just happened and nodded.
“That would be great,” she grabbed his phone with a smile and then looked up at
Aster biting her lip, her expression looking for his approval.
“Don’t look at me, I’m not his keeper! Plus, you guys seemed to have gotten
close enough,” Aster said with a shrug and a caring smile. The young Alpha
definitely didn’t want to give himself any unnecessary powers over a
relationship that wasn’t his business.
“I know, but he is your best friend and I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes,”
she said while putting her phone number in. “You can text me any time,
especially if you want to hang out. I know there’s probably few Omegas you get
to interact with up here so just holler if you ever need someone to vent to.”
“For sure,” Jack smiled with a glint of hope in his eyes, as he took his phone
back and stuck it in the front pocket of his hoodie.
“I know this is weird, but can I hug you?” The beautiful dark-haired Omega
stammered. Jack hadn’t ever been asked before and nodded with flushed cheeks as
he held his arms out. She quickly wrapped her arms around him in an innocent
bonding gesture, releasing a very soothing lavender scent. Jack liked the
warmth she brought without it meaning anything and definitely wanted to see her
again. “Well,” She stepped back and looked at both Jack and Aster, “I gotta go,
but I’ll see you guys around?”
“Of course,” Aster said pulling her in for a quick hug. They’d known each other
distantly for quite some time through his cousin and he’d always loved Victoria
platonically, even though there was two-year difference with her being
nineteen. She was a senior attending a different private school with his
cousin, when Aster was a sophomore, but Hadrian wanted her and made it his high
school pursuit. After Aster let go, she looked over at Tooth and Sandy, who’d
been having a small conversation to the side and smiled.
“Also, you guys are both awesome!” She chuckled, “I can tell that Jack is in
good hands.” They both smiled.
“It was nice to meet you.” They both let her know as she walked back towards
the house where the party was still going.
 
After she was gone, Tooth walked up to Jack and started inspecting him, like a
mother or a big sister might. Jack didn’t really think about it, having known
Tooth’s personality for so long.
“Are you okay?” She looked at him concerned, and with a lot of control,
monitored her own Alpha’s tone with him, “did he hurt you?” Jack pressed his
lips together into a line as he looked up at her penitently through his dark
lashes. The pain from the invasive fingers sobering as it was still too fresh
in the rawness of his opening.
“I’m fine now…” Jack said with a hitch in his voice, “I’m f-feeling better, but
I’m sorry for missing your… calls…” The Omegas eyebrows knitted as his lovely
blue eyes began to glisten. She could feel the sincerity in his tone and didn’t
want to make him cry more than he already did that night.
“Oh Jack,” her tone soothing, releasing a comforting scent, “it’s not your
fault. Sandy and I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” She also
hugged him and when she pulled back, Jack could see a soft expression on the
golden-haired Alpha standing a few feet behind her. “We knew you were drunk and
around strange people, so… we just didn’t want anything… bad to happen.”
Jack nodded reticently, and couldn’t help but feel guilty for being the reason
the night was coming to such a shitty end and especially making them worry. He
knew that his friends really cared about him, but if felt like everything
around him was doomed for misery. If he had just stayed by Tooth or Sandy, the
whole situation could have been avoided. He’d never dealt with an Alpha like
Hadrian. He’d read articles, and there were occasional taunts at school, but he
hated admitting that he may need Alpha escorts with Jerks like Aster’s cousin
in the world.
“We’re just glad that we found you, before – well, before anything more
happened.” Sandy said from behind Tooth, with Aster and Tooth agreeing.
“Are you tired?” Tooth crooned, wanting to take care of her stressed familial
Omega, while pushing one of her chocolate locks behind her ear. “If you’re
hungry, we were gonna stop by somewhere on the way back.
“I really appreciate that… but I was kind of wondering…” Jack looked up Aster,
his chiseled friend meeting his gaze, “if it was okay if I went with you?”
Aster was a little thrown off, but he did actually want to talk to Jack; the
thoughts surrounding their relationship had also been weighing on his mind over
the last few weeks and he had a few things he’d been wanting to get off of his
chest.
Tooth raised her eyebrows inquisitively. She had had a small inclination of the
tension between Jack and Aster in the weeks prior being a part of their trio,
with Aster always confiding in her in that half-assed emotionally gestured way
he always did.
“Yeah, I can take him home.” Aster confirmed to their small group and then
looked at Tooth, “-are you guys okay to drive?” 
“Yeah, Sandy only had a beer or two a few hours ago and has been drinking water
since, we’ll be fine.” Tooth looked back at Sandy who gave them two thumbs up.
“Well then, I guess we’ll see you guys at school on Monday, and let me know
when you’re safe at home, okay?” She said giving Jack’s hand a quick squeeze
before beginning to walk back. Jack nodded with a smile as they waved goodbye
and went back to her jeep. He really did appreciate them, and although it was
nerve-racking, he was glad to finally be able to be alone with Aster again to
sort somethings out. 
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