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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Black_Panther_(2018), Marvel_Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      Everett_Ross/T'Challa, nakia/Okoye_(mentioned)
  Character:
      T'Challa_(Marvel), Everett_Ross, Nakia, Okoye, Klaue, Shuri, killmonger,
      Ramonda, M'Baku
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Past_Abuse, Omegaverse, Omega
      Everett, Alpha_T'Challa, Mpreg, Birth, Male_Lactation, Knotting, Past
      Rape, brief_description_of_rape, Past_Character_Death, Distrust,
      Blowjobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Dildos, Nursing, Breastfeeding,
      Mating, Forced_child_loss, underage_past_pregnancy, Underage_sex
      mentioned
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      Published: 2018-03-29 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4435
****** The Alpha for Me ******
by Sweetheart627
Summary
     Omega Everett Ross has a deep distrust and hate for Alphas. They have
     taken everything from him. So why does he react so differently to a
     certain Wakandan alpha king?
      
     First couple chapters take place during the canon black panther
     movie, but most are set after
     READ TAGS! UNDERAGE SEX MENTIONED. NOT A HAPPY STORY.
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Notes
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***** Meeting a king *****
Get back here you brat! 
Leave him alone! He's just a boy! 
He's an omega! I can do what I want with him. 
No stop! No let go of me! Everett run! No no!!! 
Mama!!! 
Everett Ross sat up in bed with a gasp, soaked in a cold sweat, "Another
nightmare." He rubbed his face, seeing it was already getting late. He grabbed
a small case from his bag and pulled out a filled syringe. He tapped his arm
and injected the scent blocker into his a vein, wincing at the familiar burn.
Everett had been hiding the fact that he was an omega for almost 20 years, but
it was still an annoyance. This world was run by alphas. Omegas were seen as
weak and docile, meant only for sex and house keeping. That was something he
couldn't change, but since Everett had no intention of serving an alpha, he
used blockers. Everett had a deep mistrust for alphas. He had many reasons why
he hated them. Alphas, to him, meant nothing but abuse, dominance, and cruelty.
They had taken everything from him.
Everett stood, looking out his hotel window at Busan, knowing he had to get
dressed for his meeting with Klaue. He got a shower, allowing himself to linger
and think for a few extra minutes. He'd been having more nightmares than usual
for the last month, and most about his mother. He decided he didn't want to
think about it more and got dressed, heading to the hidden casino.
He had been sitting at the craps table for about an hour when he smelled it.
Something wild and strong, like wood and grass and spices. He looked up and saw
the Wakandan king T'Challa coming down the steps with a woman on his arm.
Everett took a deep breath to calm himself as his body reacted to the scent.
Alpha.  Thankfully his blockers kept him from having any physical signs that he
had noticed. He was very used to being around alphas, even dominant ones like
T'Challa. So why did he have a faint urge to present and get the king's
attention?
T'Challa came and stood by him, "Good evening Agent Ross."
"Sweet mercy that voice is like warm melted chocolate." Everett mentally
slapped himself, "What the hell is wrong with you? Since when do you have any
interest in an alpha? Get a grip on yourself."  He looked up and smiled
politely, "Your Highness. What brings you to South Korea?"
"I suspect the same thing that brings your here. Ulysses Klaue. You're here to
make a deal with him." T'Challa watched him closely, curious as to why he had
no scent.
"What I am, or am not, doing here on behalf of the US government is, frankly,
none of your concern." Everett kept eye contact, not backing down.
"When I leave, Klaue is coming with me. You have been warned." T'Challa gave a
small nod and walked off.
Everett gave a slow exhale, willing his body to relax. He had been working with
alphas since he was 21. Why on earth was he being so affected now? Especially
since he just taken his blocker. Shortly after, he saw Klaue come in with his
men and rubbed his ear, their signal. He watched the arms dealer and his posse
come down the stairs and noticed T'Challa watching him too.
"Quite a group you've got there." Everett shook Klaue's hand. "You've got a mix
tape coming out?"
Klaue laughed, "Actually yeah! I'll get you the link." He put a hand on
Everett's shoulder, massaging it
"Please don't make me listen your music. You've got the item? And that's enough
of that." He rolled his shoulder back.
Klaue smirked and unzipped his pants, digging in until he pulled out a wrapped
parcel. Everett rolled his eyes at the typical alpha move. He looked up and
crooked his fingers. One of his team headed down with a briefcase, handing it
to him, "Your payment."
Just as Klaue reached for it, all hell broke loose. One of the dealer's men
suddenly crashed into a table beside them from the balcony. Klaue whipped out a
gun and opened fire, trying to hit Everett through the case. Everett fired
back, suddenly being pulled behind a flipped table. He came face to face with
T'Challa, who looked at him worried for a moment before jumping into action.
Everett fired at Klaue's men, throwing the briefcase to hit one of them. He saw
Klaue running for the door, T'Challa in hot pursuit. He don't see what
happened, but the king suddenly went flying back and fell into a table. Everett
ran to him, seeing he was still alive.
T'Challa got up and ran towards the door, "Hurry Agent Ross!!"
By the time Everett got out, he saw a car speeding off, the Black Panther on
the hood. He got in his own car and sped after them. As he drove, he saw the
two women who had arrived with T'Challa. "Get in. Hurry." He followed the other
car into they reach a street market, seeing T'Challa holding Klaue, ready to
kill. The women ran out, speaking in their native tongue and stopping him.
The Black Panther knocked him unconscious and threw him in the back of
Everett's car. "Thank you, Agent Ross." He was holding what looked like a
prosthetic hand, but it was split down the middle with a strange looking gun in
it.
"Of course, your Highness. I'll take you back to our headquarters where we can
keep him locked up until tomorrow." He drove them back, getting Klaue into a
cell. When he came back, he notice the Wakandans were gone.
"They went to their hotel. They said they would be back tomorrow sir."
Everett nodded to his staff member. "Thank you Emma. Can you call the director
and let him know what's going on please." He rubbed his eyes and got some
coffee, sitting to examine the weapon they had taken from Klaue.
The next afternoon, they got Klaue into an interrogation room. T'Challa and
Ross watched the man from the double mirror, "So I was thinking I could o in
and talk to him, then you could. You know, "good cop bad cop."
T'Challa watched him for a minute before speaking to the woman in their
language. After a moment he grinned, "You may talk to him, then we will take
him back with us."
"I'm sorry, but he's in my custody. He's not leaving." He put a hand on
T'Challa's shoulder, feeling a tingling as he did. The woman with him glared
and spoke to T'Challa, pointing at Ross, then the desk behind him.
"I'm sorry, does she speak English?" Ross watched the alpha woman closely.
"When she wants to." She smirked at him.
T'Challa smiled and patted Everett's shoulder, "Be nice Okoye. We will try to
work with you. Thank you for your help."
Everett forced himself not to purr when the alpha praised him. He just gave a
small smile, "See? That's called diplomacy." He went in and sat across from
Klaue, just watching him.
"You should really ditch the Africans and listen to me. I'm much more your
speed." Klaue smiled at him.
"Wow, you can almost smell the crazy on this one."Everett set down his cup,
"Where did you the that weapon in there? And what's it made of?"
Klaue grinned, "Only the most valuable metal known to man. Vibranium."
Everett popped an eyebrow, "Vibranium? And who did you get vibranium from?"
Klaue cackled, "Why don't you ask him yourself. He's standing right there."
"Who T'Challa? You're telling me you got that from Wakanda? That's what you
used all their vibranium for?" He found that hard to believe.
Klaue tried to lunge at Everett and the agent visibly flinched back,
immediately hating his body for reacting that way. "All of it? That's not all
of it. That is a tiny piece of it. They have a whole mountain of the stuff.
They see it into their clothes, use it for their tech, and their weapons. Ask
your friend what his suit is made of. "
Everett thought for a moment before standing and walking out, seeing T'Challa
talking quietly to Okoye. He went over, "So your father told the UN that he
stole all your vibranium. But now he says you have a whole mountain of it?"
"And you trust the word of an arms dealer strapped to a chair?" T'Challa tilted
his head.
"I don't trust anyone in this job." Everett sighed.
The front door opened and T'Challa's other friend came in, speaking to him in
their language. Suddenly there was an explosion in the interrogation room as
the back wall was blown out. Three people came running in. Two grabbed Klaue,
who was laughing maniacally, and carried him out. The other, in a tribal mask,
opened fire on them.
Without thinking, Everett jumped in front of the other woman, getting her to
the ground. He cried out as he felt an explosion of pain across his back. He
groaned and panted as it spread like fire through his body. Somewhere in the
distance, he heard a truck speed off. He felt a hand on his shoulder and
something pressed into the wound. The last thing he hear before blacking out
was T'Challa's voice. For some reason, it calmed him.
***** Outed *****
Chapter Summary
     Everett it's healed and revealed. But he won let that change him.
T'Challa stood by the bed they were transporting Everett on, watching the man
breathing slowly. The bullet had hit his spine and, if it wasn't healed, he
would be completely paralyzed, or, even worse, die. He couldn't let that happen
when he knew they could save him. T'Challa brushed a piece of hair off of
Everett's forehead, confused when he felt something in his chest flutter. This
man had no scent, no way to distinguish his biological status. So why was he so
protective of him? To the Wakandan King, Everett Ross was an enigma, a puzzle
he would solve.
Nakia and Okoye came over, "How is he?" Nakia watched the American, worried.
"His vitals are all stable. The kimoyo bead is keeping him alive for now."
T'Challa looked up at his friend.
Okoye sighed, "This is not good. He is a foreigner. He will report back to his
government and expose us."
"My love, he saved my life. You would leave him to die?" Nakia looked at her
alpha, shocked.
"To protect Wakanda? Yes. But he does have my unending gratitude." She gave a
soft smile to the omega. "The life of one American is worth the safety of our
entire nation."
T'Challa went and sat nearby, thinking, "But it was my decision. He is a good
man. He knew my identity as the Black Panther and he kept it secret. I trust
him." Nakia nodded, but Okoye didn't seem quite as convinced. She knew her
place, however, and didn't question her king.
When they arrived at the lab, Shuri smiled, seeing T'Challa watching Everett
closely, "What is so special about this broken white boy, brother?"
T'Challa looked up, not realizing he'd been hovering, "Hmm? Nothing. I just
want to make sure he'll be ok."
She smirked, not believing him, "He will. This is nothing hard." She looked at
the screen showing Everett's stats, "There is some medication in his system. It
looks like a scent blocker. I can flush it out." She started to get the
equipment, but T'Challa shook his head.
"That is not our decision to make." He knew blockers were illegal in Wakanda,
but Everett was not Wakandan. He would talk to the American about it when he
woke. "Take care of him. I'll be back." He left, his mind working to try to
figure Everett out.
Everett woke the next day, sitting up slowly. He reached over his shoulder,
feeling nothing but smooth skin. There was no pain, no scarring, no bandage.
Nothing. He stood and looked around, immediately on guard. He walked out of the
small opening he was in and saw a young woman sitting at a table, "Excuse me?"
She jumped and looked back, "Don't scare me like that colonizer!"
"Colonizer? My name is Everett Ross." He stepped closer.
"I know." She smiled, "Former Air Force pilot, now CIA. Welcome to Wakanda. I'm
Shuri."
Everett watched we curiously, "How long ago was Busan?"
"It was yesterday. Don't worry." She went back to her work.
Everett shook his head, "I don't think so. I was shot. Bullet wounds don't heal
overnight."
She chuckled, "Here they do. Don't touch anything though, my brother will
return soon."
Everett walked to a large glass wall, looking down. About a mile below them was
a huge streak of blue in the rocks of the mountain, "Is that vibranium?"
She nodded and came over, "Yes. We mine it and use it. It's used in almost
everything done here at my lab."
Everett looked around, seeing all kinds of advance tech and gadgets. He walked
around, just admiring everything. He smelled T'Challa before he heard him and
mentally sighed as his body reacted by standing up straighter, starting to
preen. He saw T'Challa come down the ramp and walk over.
"You're awake. Good. It is good to see you up and about so soon, Agent Ross.
Welcome to Wakanda." He smiled, coming close.
Everett nodded politely, "Thank you for bringing me here. I believe I owe you
my life."
T'Challa smiled, "No no. It was repayment for saving Nakia. How do you feel?"
His eyes shifted to slight concern, his scent becoming worried and protective.
Everett had to hide his hands behind his back and dig his nails into his palm
to keep from going to T'Challa and comforting him. Instead he just smiled, "I'm
feeling very well. Your sister seems to have worked a miracle."
T'Challa smiled, seeing Shuri walking out, "She's good at that." Shuri winked
at him, giving him a thumbs up.
Everett, looked around, "Your highness, did you happen to get my bag from my
hotel room? It has some medication in it that I need."
T'Challa turned to him, his eyes boring into the blond, "You mean your scent
blockers?"
Everett looked up quickly. There were supposed to be undetectable, "What? I
don't use scent blockers. Why would I need to?"
T'Challa stepped closer, "You tell me. You have no scent, and want your
injections. So either your an alpha who wants to not be recognized, or an omega
who doesn't want to be claimed."
Everett felt his omega side fighting to submit to this powerful alpha, but he
forced it back, "I don't believe that's any of your business."
"Oh yes it is. You are in my kingdom. Everything is my business." Even as he
stepped closer, he was not forceful or threatening.
The American took heavy breaths, his heart racing. He hadn't had anyone
question his status like this before. He had his his omega side so well, as now
this Wakandan king was about to unmask him. Before he could decide how to
respond, T'Challa reached and grasped the back of his neck, feeling his scent
gland. Everett's body betrayed him and he whimpered, melting into his no not
histhe alpha's touch.
T'Challa let go and have a soft smile, "Omega. Why did you hide it?"
Everett was shaking and stepped back, knocking over a stand, "Because I hate
being an omega! This world is run by alphas. I would never have been taken
seriously or given anything if I let on what I was. Please, I need my
injections. I haven't been off of them for more than a day in over 20 years."
T'Challa instantly regretted what he'd done. He could tell Everett was
uncomfortable and anxious, "I am sorry. I will see what I can do. Maybe Shuri
can get you something, though here they are not allowed. But whatever your home
is like, here in Wakanda, omegas are treated as equals. There is no
discrimination." He smiled kindly and bowed, walking out. He didn't want to
force his company on Everett.
Everett sank into a chair nearby, holding his head. This was his worst
nightmare. He was in a strange country and ha been outed as an omega. A, as he
assumed he would be seen as, weak, frail, lesser than omega.
Shuri came in shortly and saw him, "My brother told me you would like some
scent blockers. I cannot give you a lot, but I can give you one. The only time
there are allowed is for spy missions." Everett followed the fellow omega to a
side room. She unlocked a drawer and handed him a pill. He swallowed it quickly
and nodded, thanking her.
Shuri smiled, "Come. I'll take you to the palace and show you to your room,
colonizer."
Everett went with her, admiring the city and landscapes as she flew her small
plane. As he took him through the halls, he kept reminding himself that he was
not some weak omega who would simply roll over and let his life be controlled
by an alpha. He didn't need an alpha, especially not T'Challa. He'd been hurt
too many times to let another alpha into his life. And yet, there was a small
part of him that disagreed.
***** A change has begun *****
Chapter Summary
     Everett feels himself changing. But what will he do about those pesky
     emotions?
Everett was left in his room for the rest of the day, a meal brought to him by
Nakia, "I came to see how you were feeling, and to thank you for saving my
life." She set down the tray, smiling kindly.
"I'm doing well, thank you. I'm glad you're ok too. Tell me, if you know, is
the king busy? I was hoping to have a word with him, but I haven't seen him
since this morning." He sat at the table by her.
"He has been busy since his return. The council wished to hear the report of
what happened. And I know he was going to see Zuri, one of the royal shaman. He
should be back soon." She patted his shoulder and walked out.
It was the next morning when Everett was called to courtyard. T'Challa and
Okoye stood there with nakia. T'Challa looked up and waved him over, his
expression worried, "We are going to the lab and I may need your advice."
Everett nodded, fighting the impulse to hold T'Challa's hand and comfort him.
He could tell the king was upset about something. They flew to the lab and
Okoye filled Everett in on what was happening, "A man showed up this morning at
our borders with the body of Ulysses Klaue. He is a Wakandan, but speaks with
an American accent. He says his name is Erik Stevens."
Everett walked in with them and saw Shuri with a picture of the man on his
screen, "I know him. Well, of him. He was born in Oakland California, went to
MIT as a grad school, and joined the Navy Seals until they became too tame for
him. He joined a Ghost Ops team that specialize in undercover assassinations.
This man has racked up kills like a video game in Iraq and Afghanistan. They
started calling him Killmonger."
He saw T'Challa's face cloud as he listened, "And where is this man now?" He
turned to Okoye.
"W'Kabi is bringing him to the palace, my king." She pulled up a map hologram
with her beads, "They are already in the city."
T'Challa nodded, "Then we need to get back. Thank you Agent Ross, you've helped
us a lot." He gave a polite smile, assuming Everett wouldn't be ok with
touching after their last encounter.
Everett followed, a bit confused. T'Challa was an alpha who knew that Everett
was an omega. Why did he thank him? From that point, why did he ask him to come
at all? But he didn't ask as they got back to the palace. Nakia took him down a
different hall, "This is a private matter, not for you and me. I will show you
around."
Everett watched T'Challa walk down the hall and felt a sinking feeling in his
gut. He wanted to go with him, but knew it was not his place. He and Nakia
walked around the palace for a couple hours before a servant came and spoke to
her. She seemed worried and pulled Everett along, "Come with me." She to him to
an office and left, locking the door.
"What the...let me out! Nakia open the door! Hello?" There was no answer.
Everett sighed and looked around, seeing books lining the shelves. He saw a
photo of T'Challa and his father on one. Everett picked it up and looked at the
two of them. He looks very handsome and noble. He stared for a moment before
setting it down with a sigh, shoving the emotions back. He took a book and sat
in one of the chairs, reading.
It wasn't long before Nakia ran back in, her scent frantic and upset. Everett
stood, catching the blanket she threw at him, "What's going on? What's wrong?"
"The king is dead. Follow me if you don't want to join him."
Everett felt his heart drop and had to force himself to follow her. Dead.
T'Challa was dead. Why did that make him want to scream?
They slipped through the city and into the jungle where they met Shuri and the
queen mother. She looked at Everett with distrust, "Who is this?"
Nakia held up a hand, "He is a friend of T'Challa's. He saved my life. We can
trust him. T'Challa trusted him."
Everett stayed silent, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt something drip
on his hands and felt his cheeks, finding tears there. Tears? Why am I crying?
So T'Challa is dead. Why should I cry? He wasn't my alpha. He was nothing but
an acquaintance. But even as he thought this, his heart was trying to tell him
all they could have been. No! He is an alpha and I refuse to submit to an
alpha! He may have been kind and charming, but that w wouldn't last. I'm
perfectly fine on my own. Somehow he couldn't quite convince himself that was
as true as it use to be. When Nakia came back, they headed towards the
mountains on the horizon, moving quickly and quietly. Everett couldn't bring
himself to speak, his heart and mind at war.
As they got up into the snowy peaks, Everett saw a huge monkey head carved into
the Rock ahead of them. There was barking and several large men draped in fur
surrounded them. He heard Shuri whisper, "Jabari."
The group were taken up to a mountain village and into a throne room on a
balcony. At the end sat the leader of the Jabari, M'Baku. Queen Ramonda stepped
forward, "Great gorilla, my son is dead. Murdered in ritual combat."
He looked disinterested, "Were the odds fair?"
She swallowed, "Yes they were. But he was....."
"If it was fair, he was not murdered. He was defeated." He watched her closely.
Shuri glared at the man, "How dare you mock the death of your king!"
"He was not my king, girl." M'Baku sneered.
Everett wanted to help these people who helped him, "Perhaps I can be of some
assiss...."
He was interrupted by M'Baku barking at him repeatedly, "You do not speak here,
outsider, or I will feed you to my children."
Everett swallowed hard, quite sure this powerful alpha would hold true to his
threat. He was proven wrong when M'Baku chuckled, "I'm just kidding. We're
vegetarians."
Nakia knelt, "M'Baku, this is why we're are here." She held out a small, heart
shaped, purple fruit. "An outsider sits on our throne who would destroy us all.
Please, help us." The Queen and Shuri knelt too, Everett following.
M'Baku watched them before standing, "Follow me." He walked past them and led
them to a small cave behind his palace. As they got closer, Everett smelled
something very familiar that he didn't dare to acknowledge. But as they got
inside, he gasped when he saw who lay in a bed of snow. T'Challa!
"My son!! He's alive!? But how?!" Ramonda knelt, softly petting T'Challa's
hair. He had several large gashes on his chest and stomach.
"Some of my men found him washed up on the river bank. He was barely clinging
to life. They brought him here where we've kept him alive." M'Baku stood near
Everett, looking at him curiously. Everett didn't realize he had tears in his
eyes again until they were running down his cheeks.
"Nakia, the herb!" Romanda took it and crushed it, pouring it slowly Ito
T'Challa's mouth. They rushed to cover him with snow, swaying and chanting as
they did. Everett felt his hands shaking, hoping it would work.
Suddenly T'Challa gasped and sat up, shaking. The room was filled with the
smell of alpha. Everett became acutely aware that he hadn't taken a scent
blocker in a couple days. He backed up to the wall, panting at the overpowering
scent of T'Challa filled his nose. Why was it so strong?
He looked up and whimpered when he saw T'Challa standing right in front of him.
Every muscle was flexed and tight and his eyes were fixed on Everett. The omega
felt his knees buckle as his mind was all but drugged by they scent of such a
powerful alpha so close to him.
T'Challa caught him, pressing him against the wall and buring his face into
Everett's neck, "Omega." He growled, mouthing at Everett's neck.
Everett sobbed and whimpered, "Alpha. Alpha alpha." He held T'Challa's head
there, feeling dizzy. His body couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
Thankfully T'Challa did. After a moment he stepped back, panting, "I....I'm so
sorry Agent Ross. I forgot myself. It...it won't happen again." He looked
worried, afraid he had gone too far.
Everett's body screamed at him as he forced his basic instincts back, "N...no
it's my fault. You couldn't help your situation." He felt his head spinning as
T'Challa hugged his mother. What the hell was that?! I need to get a pill. This
is not good.
He looked up when T'Challa clapped arms with M'Baku, "Thank you. You saved my
life. I will repay you, but now I need to save my people." T'Challa, followed
by the others, headed out to get back down the mountain. Everett held his neck,
feeling the ghost of T'Challa's mouth there. He had to stop this before he went
too far and did something he would regret
End Notes
     As a usual Johnlock writer, I had to constantly fix Everett from
     writing John instead. :)
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