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The Games were barbaric. Archaic.
They were every two years, and they lasted three days, set in an underground facility that was designed to be inescapable. A maze of steel walls and rooms with beds, tests and traps of endurance and skill scattered through the wide halls.
Any unmated alpha or omega of age (“of age” being thirteen) could be thrown in by their families.
Alphas (and betas, to a lesser degree, although they sometimes fell prey to alphas themselves) were supposed to claim omegas, Mark them, to choose their mate. Get through the obstacles, symbolically “prove their worth” and “rightfully” claim their omega.
Officially, the rules say it had to be consensual. That both partners had to consent to what was essentially a life-time bond.
But there were no cameras in the facility. No enforcers. No protection.
Sometimes, hiding worked. But alphas could still find them, could still smell them.
Omegas came out of the Games with bruises and hollow eyes, but all anyone cared about was the Mark.
One bite, and an alpha could force an omega to stay, like stealing the pelt from a selkie.
It’s the omegas who taught themselves how to fight that came on unclaimed (but not unscathed).
Not all alphas were like that, of course.
Some of them would never claim an omega without consent. Some of them even defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. Some of them were decent human beings.
But it was all too rare.
Not uncommon, but uncommon enough. Uncommon enough to be unacceptable.
Magnus Bane had managed to go unclaimed every year.
He’d been one of the unlucky ones- he got thrown in early, after his mother died and his stepfather vanished. After a few years bouncing around the foster system, never staying in one place too long, they started entering him in the Games.
An omega who needed a family- and who better than an alpha?
He’d been very young. Too young.
(Thirteen. He’d been days over thirteen years old, just old enough to legally be allowed in.)
He’d been lucky to get out untouched.
But as the years went by, he grew taller and stronger. Prettier, more fertile.
And soon, he was old enough. Desirable enough.
But he’d learned. To hide, to be clever. To find which traps to stay near, how to sabotage them to make them nigh impossible to pass.
He learned to fight. Fight dirty. Kick them in the balls, punch them in the nose, pull their hair, do anything to get away. Sucker punch them, lock doors, push them into booby traps- anything.
And he always got away.
Alec Lightwood had only been in the Games a few times before.
He’d always hidden in a room in the corner, refusing to leave, refusing to choose anyone. The Games were barbaric, horrible. Alec hated them.
He always ran until he found the furthest room he could find in the furthest, most remote corner, and sat there, alone. Sometimes, he’d run into someone he knew and he might stick with them for a while, but for the most part, he just tried to forget where he was. What was happening.
One particular time- actually, the first time, the most terrifying- it had been on the third day, and an omega with bright red hair had run into the room, running from someone else. The girl had slammed the door closed, slumping against it… only to turn and see him. Smell him.
The look of absolute terror in her eyes still haunted him.
He’d immediately backed away, back flat against the wall, trying to silently reassure her that he wasn’t going to touch her, come anywhere near her.
She hadn’t moved an inch, eyes wide and entire body tense against the door, not daring to leave.
They sat there until the end of the Games, on opposite sides of the room, not saying a word.
And when the night had ended, along with the Games, they both left in silence.
Later, he learned her name was Clary when she became his brother’s mate.
And Alec knew that Jace, even if he was kind of an asshole, would never force himself on anyone.
In fact, getting to know her (she never mentioned what had happened at the Games, and he never breathed a word either) it seemed more likely that the fiery redhead had claimed him.
But they loved each other. They were happy together.
Alec was happy for them.
But now, here he was in the Games again.
His parents were both councilors, and they hadn’t given him a choice. They’d insisted he had to claim a nice girl, get her pregnant, and continue the family line. It was what their family had done for countless generations, after all.
Alec hated it. Hated how they talked like people were just things to own.
The hallway lights shifted with the days, and they’d only just begun to light up. It was the morning of the second day.
Alec was running down one of the wide steel hallways, but they all looked the same. He had no idea where he was. He heard a crash and slid to a stop, looking up just in time to see someone fly from around the corner, hitting the ground hard.
He sprinted forward, turning around the corner only to see three or four alphas all converging on one room, snarling and clawing, trying to get in.
Alec rushed forward without thinking, practically tackling one of them. He punched the guy in the gut, following it up with a hit to the head, knocking him out.
The next guy pounced on him- Alec recognized this one. Sebastian Morgenstern, a sexist creep he’d gone to school with.
“You want the pretty little bitch for yourself, Lightwood?” he drawled, and Alec snarled, punching him right in the face as hard as he could.
He went down hard, blood spraying from his nose. Not fatal, but he was definitely unconscious.
The last one was taken care of before Alec could even turn, taken down with a good punch- as evidenced by a loud crack followed by a thud.
Alec turned to look into the room.
He was met with a sweeping kick to his legs, taking him by surprise and sending him sprawling to the floor. A foot prodded at his neck, keeping him down. He looked up, eyes wide and spreading his palms in surrender.
“Alexander!” the omega standing above him said, surprised. His foot jerked off Alec immediately, allowing him to breathe a little easier.
“Magnus,” Alec breathed out, relieved. He hadn’t seen Magnus since the before the Games, as everyone was released separately. He’d been wondering if he was okay.
Magnus dropped his hands, uncurling his fists and grinning. “Thanks for the help,” he said, holding out a hand to help him up. “And sorry for knocking you over.”
Fuck. Even in the standard issued gray sweatpants and tank top, with limp hair and tired eyes, he looked beautiful.
Alec smiled back, unable to resist. He took his hand, letting his best friend pull him to his feet. “No problem,” he laughed.
(He tried not to think about the warmth of Magnus’s hands, how there were deceptively soft and strong.)
Magnus and Alec had been friends for a long time.
They’d met when they were kids- Magnus had been twelve, Alec eleven. They’d bonded over sharing their favorite books and playing elaborate imaginary games. They were inseparable from day one.
The rest, as they say, was history.
And as they’d grown up together… Alec couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
His beautiful smile and his kind eyes, his spicy scent and his soft laugh… And that was just physical. He was also just… special. He was kind and strong and passionate, he was loyal and brave and funny and clever and- Alec could go on forever. And he trusted Magnus, trusted him in a way he trusted very few people.
Even before Magnus had presented as an omega, Alec had dreamed of being his mate, no matter what it meant for himself.
But it wasn’t meant to be, was it?
Magnus didn’t want that- to be owned. And Alec didn’t want to own him. That wasn’t how love worked.
And Alec being an alpha, Magnus being an omega, that’s all people would ever see. Alec would hold a power over him that he didn’t want to have.
And besides. Magnus was- well. He was Magnus.
Beautiful and wild and strong, sweet and clever and far out of Alec’s league.
More importantly, Magnus didn’t want him like that. And Alec valued his friendship far more than some impossible dream of a romance with him.
The rooms were all identical.
They all had a large, surprisingly comfortable bed in the corner, a coffee table with a bowl of fruit and some cloths, and some granola bars and water bottles thrown into the drawer. There was another table off to the side, with a few chairs pulled up to it.
It was like an impersonal hotel room. Quite the setup.
Magnus and Alec had slipped into one the rooms, closing the door firmly behind them.
They’d gotten pretty far away from the passed-out thugs who’d tried to jump him, and no one had seen them on their way here, so they were probably safe.
“Help me barricade it, will you?” Magnus said, sweeping all of the items off of the table and beginning to push it towards the door. “I would use the bed, but it’s fixed to the floor.”
Alec grabbed the chairs, dragging them towards the door. “You want to try and wait it out here, then?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Magnus said, helping Alec finish the barricade. “Sebastian was the only one specifically gunning for me, and he’s out cold. There’s a particularly good trap down the hallway, and the other way is a dead end, so hopefully, they won’t find us when they come looking.”
“Are you okay?”
Magnus smiled weakly, a bit of hair falling in his eyes. It was mostly unstyled and flat, as he didn’t exactly have access to hair products during the Games. “I’m fine,” he said, walking over to the bed and plopping down on the edge.
Alec sat down on the other end of the bed, tilting his head. “You sure?” he asked softly.
Magnus bit his lip, looking down at his hands, twitching in his lap. “For now,” he admitted. “But…”
He took a deep breath and looked back up at Alec, his eyes wide and worried- and fuck, Alec realized, scared. “My heat is due,” Magnus confessed quietly. “Soon.”
Alec inhaled sharply. “How soon?”
“Tonight,” Magnus whispered, hunching his shoulders slightly. “Tomorrow morning at the very latest.”
“Fuck,” Alec said, letting out a shaky breath and raggedly running his fingers through his hair.
Heats could last up to a day, and even if they only came once a year or so, they could have devastating consequences.
An omega in heat would give off such a strong, attractive scent that it could easily lead half the alphas (and betas) in the facility straight to Magnus. And even the decent ones might not be able to resist the intoxicating scent of an omega in heat. It could drive them into a frenzy.
Even if Magnus wasn’t in such a vulnerable, weakened state, even with Alec’s help and the strategic choice of their room, they couldn’t fight off that many at once.
“Okay,” Alec began, trying to shake off the tremble in his voice, stumbling over the words. “So, I’ll stand guard at the door? You can barricade the door again, make sure I can’t get in… just in case I… I lost control. I mean, I wouldn’t, but I- I don’t want to take any chances. You probably- you probably won’t be able to-”
“Alec,” Magnus interrupted quietly.
“-to defend yourself like… like that,” Alec continued, refusing to look at him, “But I swear, no one will- I won’t let anyone-”
“Alec,” Magnus said forcefully.
Alec turned, falling silent and giving him a helpless look.
“You can’t take on the whole facility,” Magnus said gently, like he wasn’t talking about the very real possibility that he’d be- he’d be- fuck. Alec wanted to puke. “You know that.”
“I can try,” he whispered.
Magnus shifts closer, shaking hands covering Alec’s comfortingly. “Alec,” he said again, still quiet. “I… I want it to be you.”
“W-what?” Alec asked, shocked.
Magnus’s eyes closed for a moment. “It’s going to be someone,” he said, keeping his voice steady as he tried not to show how afraid he was. “I’m- I’m going into heat. During the Games. It’ll be somebody, Alexander. And… I want it to be you.”
It’s going to be someone. Alec wanted to laugh, to cry, to scream. An omega in heat would draw every alpha in a half-mile radius. The facility was big, not big enough.
But a claimed omega. A claimed omega would be safe. Even one in heat.
The scent of another alpha, marking him as taken, would deter any others.
Because people were assholes and respected the alpha claiming an omega more than the person themselves. More than Magnus.
But it was true.
If Magnus were already taken by an alpha…
He’d be safe.
“I can’t…” Alec breathed, distressed, “I can’t hurt you like that, I can’t do that to you…”
“You’d be saving me,” Magnus said softly, urgently. “I trust you, Alexander. I know you’d never hurt me, or touch me without my consent. I know you’d never treat me like an object.”
His gaze fell to their clasped hands. Alec squeezed them gently, trying to comfort his friend without words.
“If I’m going to be bonded for life to someone, I want it to be you.”
Alec opened his mouth, but he was speechless. The amount of trust… And this was Magnus, it was everything he’d ever wanted but wrong. So terribly wrong.
Magnus’s voice dropped to a whisper, and he finally looked back up to meet Alec’s eyes. “I want it to be someone I trust. Someone I love.”
Alec’s breath left his lungs. “You- you love me?”
Magnus gave him a pleading look. “Please,” he said. “I know it’s- I know it’s a lot to ask. A lot. But please- please, Alec.”
After a long, silent moment, Magnus looked away, withdrawing his shaking hands. Uncertainty and shame flickered across his face as he began to distance himself, seeing how shocked and still Alec had become. Magnus had no idea what he was thinking.
“You don’t have to,” he said. “You know I’d never make you, I don’t… I know that it’s a life-time commitment, and…” he swallowed, worrying at his lip again, “I don’t know if there’s another way, but… don’t feel... obligated…”
He couldn’t stop his nervous rambling- Alec wasn’t saying anything, he was just staring, and Magnus- panic was building in his chest, a million questions silently flying through his head.
Had he ruined their friendship? What was he going to do? Was Alec going to leave him here? Was Alec going to help him- fuck, what would happen if he did? What would being Alec’s mate be like? What was he going to do if Alec left? What if someone got into the room? How could Magnus fight back? What if he couldn’t? What was Magnus going to do? What could he do? What if-?
Alec gently took Magnus’s hands again, cupping them between his own. Magnus fell silent, breath catching in his throat.
Alec leant forward, meeting his eyes. “Magnus,” he said, the soft whisper ringing in the sudden silence. “May I… may I kiss you?”
Magnus’s lips parted in surprise, but he didn’t even have to think about it. Even if they were in a less than pleasant situation, Magnus had- god, he’d dreamed of this moment. He’d never expected it to happen, never expected Alec to want to kiss him, but…
He gave a tiny nod, unable to help how his breath hitched.
Alec closed the rest of the space between them, pressing their lips together softly.
“I love you, too,” he murmured into his lips, hand coming up to gently cup his face.
Magnus let out a small gasp, hands fluttering, unsure at Alec’s sides. Alec’s arms hesitantly wound around him, pausing frequently as if waiting for permission. Magnus leaned closer, arms sliding around Alec’s waist and deepening the kiss, letting the alpha pull him closer.
When they finally broke apart, breathless and eyes locked, they were still loosely wrapped around each other, their breath mingling. Alec pulled him closer into a tight hug, letting Magnus’s sweet, familiar scent surround him.
Magnus shuddered in his arms, burying his face in Alec’s neck, inhaling the alpha’s warm, soothing scent and nuzzling closer.
He felt safe in his best friend’s arms.
They sat like that for what felt like hours (although it couldn’t have been much longer than minutes) before Magnus pulled away. “Does this mean- you’re going to do it?” he asked. “Claim me?”
“Are you sure?” Alec asked, hand rubbing small circles on his lower back. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“I’m sure,” Magnus said firmly.
“We’d be bonded,” Alec reminded him anxiously. “Bonded for life. You’d be stuck with me.”
Magnus’s lips curled into a small smile. “I’ve basically been in love with you since middle school,” he laughed. “I’m not the one who’s stuck.”
Alec’s eyes went wide again. “In love with me? Like, romantically?"
Magnus leant back slightly. “I’m sorry,” he said uncertaintly, “Is that- it that weird?”
“It’s not weird,” Alec reassured, gently tugging him closer again. “I was just- surprised, is all. I never know you felt the same way I did.”
Magnus looked away, blinking a little rapidly. He swallowed hard.
Alec’s instincts were screaming to pull the omega close and keep him safe. Make him feel better.
“It’s not… creepy?” Magnus asked hesitantly. “Your best friend having a crush on you this whole time?”
Alec knew that Magnus could take care of himself, but Alec wanted to protect him anyway. Comfort him, assure him that he was anything but creepy. He was- he was…
“No,” he said, one hand untangling from their embrace to cup his cheek. “And if it is, then I’m creepy, too.”
Magnus laughed, squeezing his hand a little tighter.
“You know it also means… we’d have to have sex, right?” Alec asked, blushing slightly.
“Yes,” Magnus said, unable to hold back a little giggle, “I was aware that becoming your mate would entail sex. It’s not exactly… a drawback, anyway.” He winked, trying to keep the mood light. “I mean, look at you- you’re gorgeous.”
Alec ducked his head, biting back a smile. “It’s not really a drawback for me, either,” he admitted. “You’re beautiful.”
He didn’t even notice his best friend’s cheeks flushing light pink, just continuing. “I just… I wish this could’ve been under better circumstances. I wish I would’ve confessed my feelings for you sooner, given you the romantic first time you deserve.”
Magnus gave him a small smile, heart beating like a hummingbird in a cage. “That’s very sweet of you, darling,” he said. “I wish things were better, too. But I’m glad… I’m glad you’re here now.”
Alec beamed.
“Are you sure?” Magnus asked after a moment. “It’s like you said. For life.”
“I know,” Alec said softly. “I… I think I’d like that.”
Not waiting for an answer, Alec leaned forward to kiss him again, sweet and chaste, tilting his head down slightly to capture Magnus’s soft lips fully.
Magnus kissed back earnestly, arms still slung around Alec’s waist.
When they separated, lips reddened and cheeks flushed, Magnus said breathlessly, “Like what?”
“Hmm?” Alec mumbled, still staring at Magnus, vaguely dazed, as if drinking at his presence.
“You said… you’d like that. Like what?” Magnus repeated.
“A life with you,” Alec said, thumb stroking Magnus’s cheekbone gently. “I’d like a life with you.”
“With what?” Magnus asked. “Kids? A family? Or just.. us?”
“I don’t know,” Alec admitted, the soothing movement of his thumb continuing. “I think I’d like kids, someday… But it’s up to you.”
“Me?”
Alec gave him a bashful look. His gaze accidentally dropped to the omega’s abdomen for a moment before quickly shooting back up to his face, blush dusting his cheeks. “Well, we could adopt, I guess,” he said, valiantly ignoring his slip, “If you even want kids…”
“I’d like that,” Magnus admitted softly.
He wondered what it would be like. Being Alec’s mate… being pregnant with his child. Somehow, the thought didn’t terrify him. It was actually… the idea of bearing Alexander’s child seemed somewhat… pleasant.
Not now, not anytime soon. But someday... some day in the distant future...
He shivered. “Yeah,” he said. “I’d… I’d really like that. Someday.”
“Someday,” Alec agreed, eyes warm and soft.
This was… surreal.
Alec was curled up with his best friend, with Magnus, and he was kissing him and talking about… living together, starting a family. Hell, they were good as getting married soon. After all, being mates was for life. It was a bond that was extremely hard to sever.
Then, Alec couldn’t imagine ever wanting to cut himself off from Magnus. Unless Magnus wanted to, of course.
But Alec was beginning to get the idea that maybe Magnus didn’t want that either.
This time, Magnus kissed him, one hand trailing up his back to clutch between his shoulder blades, pulling him closer. Alec was a warm, comforting weight pressed up against him, all gentle hands and warm lips.
Magnus found his eyes fluttering shut as Alec’s tongue cautiously slipped between Magnus’s lips, exploring his mouth. Magnus returned the favor with a soft, muffled moan, deepening the kiss.
Alec pulled him into his lap, never parting their lips. Magnus hummed happily, shifting to straddle the alpha’s hips.
Alec’s arms curled all the way around him, holding him tighter. The room was silent except for the slick noise of their lips moving together, the muffled moans between them.
The kiss eventually broke off naturally, leaving them entwined and pressed close, foreheads resting against each other.
One of Alec’s hands slid down his back, gently caressing his palm down the omega’s side. He could feel trembles race through Magnus’s body as his fingers trailed down the omega’s back, tracing the notches of his spine and dipping into the small of his back.
It was heart-wrenchingly intimate, the way his hands reverently caressed Magnus’s body.
“I never thought… I never thought I’d get to touch you like this,” Alec murmured, his voice a low and rough whisper. Magnus shivered happily in his arms, trembling under Alec’s gentle touch.
“You’ve… you’ve thought about this, then?” Magnus asked softly. “Touching me?”
Alec’s hands jerked away. “I- I,” he stuttered. “Not like, in a creepy way,” he blurted out, sounding embarrassed and a little guilty. “I mean- I’d never- I’m not…!”
Magnus gave a soft laugh, untangling an arm from their embrace to clasp his hand in Alec’s. “It’s alright,” he said, bringing their hands close to him again. “I… You’re welcome to touch me, Alexander. Anywhere you want.”
His voice was light and flirtatious, apparently unbothered by the fact Alec had wanted to… touch him like this. For years.
“You don’t mind?” Alec asked, hesitantly allowing his hand to settle on Magnus’s hipbone. His fingers stroked the soft, worn skin in the hollow of his hip. The gesture was small, but highly appreciated.
“No,” Magnus admitted quietly, ducking his head almost shyly. “Not at all. I… Alexander, I don’t mind… being intimate with you. I told you, you’re- you’re my best friend. I trust you.”
He looked up again, a slight pink flush sitting high on his cheekbones. “I… I love you, remember?”
Alec gave him an open, vulnerable look, his hazel eyes wide and awed. “I…” he leant down and pressed a firm, comforting kiss to Magnus’s forehead. “I love you, too,” he whispered. “So much, Magnus.”
Magnus let his eyes fall closed for a moment, before pulling away to look at the alpha properly. “You… Really?”
“Yeah. Really,” Alec confessed breathlessly. “And I do… romantically. I love you romantically.”
Magnus nodded, blinking away happy tears. “I love you, too, Alexander. Romantically. Definitely romantically.”
He felt like his heart was bursting in his chest. Truth be told, he’d loved Alec for a long time. The alpha was unlike any other he’d ever met- he was caring and kind, he was loyal and brave and he stood up for what was right. Not to mention he was fucking gorgeous.
And… they were friends. Close friends. Magnus knew almost everything about Alec that there was to know, and Alec knew more about him than anyone else ever had. Magnus trusted him. Trusted him deeply.
There was no one that Magnus would rather belong to.
Actually, that was the best part- Alec would never treat him like that, like he was cattle. Magnus wouldn’t belong to him at all- not like that, anyway. Not like a thing to be owned.
Magnus’s mind zapped back to the present as Alec let out a soft groan, his restraint apparently snapping as he swooped forward and captured Magnus’s lips with his own. Magnus immediately responded, kissing back eagerly and moaning into the alpha’s mouth.
“I- mm…” Magnus murmured into his lips, pulling away slightly and blinking his dark, warm eyes open. “You’re mine now,” he teased, grinning.
“Yours,” Alec agreed seriously, pressing a quick, soft kiss to Magnus’s kiss-swollen lips.
Magnus laughed, feeling a warmth in his chest that he barely recognized. His hands came up to cup either side of Alec’s face, pulling him into another kiss, fierce and full of emotion.
Alec leaned back slightly, Magnus following until Alec was lying on his back, Magnus lying on top of him and in his arms. They exchanged soft, smiling kisses, pressing countless kisses to each other’s lips.
“I’m… nn… yours, too, y’know…” Magnus managed between kisses, barely pausing to breathe.
“M-mine…” Alec repeated, almost unsure, pulling away to give Magnus a soft, almost dazed look. He was looking up at him like Magnus was an actual angel, resting in his arms.
His adorable, crooked grin appeared, and he leant up, pressing a kiss to Magnus’s cheek.
“Yours,” Magnus agreed, a slow smile curling his lips again. He bowed his head, nuzzling into Alec’s neck.
Magnus let out a long breath, his face buried in his alpha’s neck, Alec’s arms soundly wrapped around him.
They stayed like that for what was probably hours, cuddling on the bed and talking, exchanging sweet kisses.
They talked about what they were going to do, how they could make this work.
They talked about how they were already roommates, and it wouldn't be hard to move into the same bedroom and they could sleep together and cuddle and have sex and it would basically be a sleepover between best friends, except forever (and less platonic).
They talked about how they were going to complete the bond, how they were both nervous, about if they could find another way… (Alec promised to make love to him, make sure there wasn’t even a moment of pain or discomfort.)
They talked about everything, about they love each other, about how they are equals and best friends and so much more.
And it’s kind of amazing- because they’d both sworn never to take a mate during the Games, but here they were, in a barricaded room, ready to claim each other.
But there was the difference.
They were claiming each other.
Magnus had sworn to never be forced, chained and taken against his will- and Alec had sworn never to claim someone like they were an object. The very idea was repulsive.
But they weren’t. Magnus was giving himself willingly, and Alec was doing the same. They trusted each other.
And even if Alec wished dearly that they could’ve done this differently, that he’d courted Magnus right and given him the romantic mating he deserved, given them time to adjust to their new relationship before such a big step… he couldn’t bring himself to regret becoming Magnus’s mate.
And Magnus- Magnus didn’t regret it either. He wanted this, wanted Alec to take him. Kiss him, knot him, Mark him… because it was Alec, it was his Alexander, and if there was anyone in the world that Magnus trusted with this, anyone Magnus would want this with, it would be Alec, without a question.
They eventually fell into a comfortable silence, Magnus slumped against his chest and the alpha’s arms curled around him.
It was warm. They could almost forget where they were. Forget what was happening, and why.
For now, they were just two best friends- more than friends- entwined together, breathing synched and a quiet calm between them.
Awaiting the storm.
Eventually, of course, Magnus’s heat began.
It started slow. Subtle. He began to shiver, suddenly noticing Alec’s scent, feeling just how close he was. He felt a little hot, a little uncomfortable.
He nuzzled into the alpha’s neck, inhaling his calming scent.
But the heat returned with a vengeance, making him groan and crowd closer to the alpha, shivering. His ass felt slick and open, body already eager to be taken.
He’d never indulged during his heats before, instead suffering through the pain alone. The scent of an actual alpha, so close, during his heat was driving his neglected body mad.
“It’s starting, isn’t it?” Alec asked softly.
Magnus nodded against his shoulder, hiding his face. It was humiliating, losing control like this, but… this was Alec. It was okay.
Magnus’s skin felt flushed and feverish, but every touch of Alec’s hands was a small rush of cool relief.
Magnus moaned softly as he felt Alec’s hands slide under his shirt, soothingly petting up his sides.
Alec shifted slightly, groaning under his breath.
Magnus’s scent was warm and sweet and spicy- and combined with the feeling of his warm, solid body pressed against Alec’s, Alec was unbelievably tempted. He wanted the omega.
Every alpha instinct in him was begging to pin Magnus down and take him- make love to him, make him feel good, fill him up.
His thoughts were screaming mate, mate, claim your mate, claim him he’s yours-
And god, he looked beautiful. His warm brown eyes, dazed and happy, his dark hair, soft and fluffy looking, his parted lips pink and kissable.
Alec was hard, his cock twitching against the confines of his sweatpants. But he restrained himself, making no move to pull Magnus closer or push him to the mattress. He was going to go at Magnus’s pace, and no faster.
Arms slung around Alec’s shoulders, Magnus’s pulled himself closer to the alpha, a soft gasp pulled from his lips as his cock pressed against Alec’s crotch. He could feel it, feel how hard his alpha was.
Heat was building in his abdomen, making him shiver in Alec’s grip. He clutched at the alpha, grinding his ass down against him, moaning as he felt Alec’s cock twitch through the thin fabric of the sweats.
“C’mon, gorgeous,” Magnus panted, giving him a breathless grin. “Keep your promise.”
He kissed Alec, deep and messy, tongue licking into his mouth. And when he pulled away- just barely out, “Fuck me.”
His pupils were dilated. His heat was definitely getting worse.
The scent of his slick got stronger, and Magnus moaned, hips rocking into Alec’s again. His hands scrabbled at Alec’s shirt, trying to get it off. Alec helped him out, pulling away long enough to tug it off before the omega was desperately pulling him down again, kissing him.
“Please…” Magnus whimpered. “I need you, Alexander.”
Alec gently removed the omega from his lap, pushing him back so he was sitting on the bed. Magnus didn’t resist, moaning as Alec ripped his shirt off. Fuck, he smelled so good. He practically smelled ripe, aroused and ready to be taken.
The thrumming heat was getting worse, making Magnus groan loudly, hands clumsily going to his own pants to shove them down.
The alpha’s big hands went to his hips, sliding down the sweatpants much gentler than Magnus had been doing. Then he pulled his own off.
Magnus could’ve sworn the heat pulsing through him got more intense just looking at Alec- his firm muscles, warm hazel eyes gleaming with lust and adoration as his gaze raked down the omega’s body, and oh fuck, his cock… Magnus knew that alphas tended to have big dicks, but holy shit.
Magnus fell back against the bed, moaning as he spread his legs as far as he could, looking up at Alec and batting his eyelashes.
The sight of Magnus like this knocked the breath from Alec’s lungs.
Fuck. Fuck. Magnus was beautiful. The bronze color of his sweat-dampened skin, his broad chest rising and falling with his fast breaths, his dusky nipples perked against the cool air, his expression slack with pleasure. His long, pretty legs were parted for Alec, knees bent and quivering thighs spread and dripping slick, exposing his twitching, leaking hole and throbbing cock.
“Fuck me,” Magnus whined, voice breathy and higher than normal. His hand snaked down grip his own cock- and fuck, it was even thicker than Alec had imagined, dripping and perfect in the omega’s hand. His delicate but strong hands wrapped around his own stiff length, pulling a desperate gasp from his lips as he began to stroke and pump himself.
Alec couldn’t resist anymore. Magnus was so beautiful and perfect, and he was so fucking willing. He wanted this as badly as Alec did.
And god, did Alec want it.
Alec pounced on him, savoring the sweet, breathless sound the movement knocked out of Magnus.
He smashed his lips against Magnus’s as he ran his fingers though Magnus’s soft hair, gripping it and tugging it lightly, making Magnus moan against his mouth.
Their bodies were pressed together from chest to toe, Alec’s hard cock rubbing teasingly against the sensitive inner curve of Magnus’s thighs.
The heat twisting through the omega’s body was building, getting hotter, slick leaking between his legs.
“Al-alexander,” he whimpered. “Please. Please…”
“Shh,” Alec said softly. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Alec’s hands released his hair to travel down his body, soothingly rubbing at his sides. Magnus closed his eyes, feeling Alec’s hands curl around his thighs, fingers pressing against the damp skin. They trailed closer to Magnus’s hole, the pads of his fingers pressing against Magnus’s sensitive, puffy rim as if to test the give.
They slid in almost immediately with no resistance, punching a sharp gasp from Magnus as two thick fingers slid into him with no preparation. He was so loose and wet, the fact that Alec was knuckle deep in him didn’t even hurt.
Magnus rolled his head back on the pillows, exposing his long neck and clawing at the sheets as Alec pushed his fingers deeper.
Alec groaned, unconsciously licking his lips as he slid in another finger with little resistance, working them into Magnus’s tight, slick heat.
He bent up to kiss Magnus’s chest. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but Alec was tall and his arms were long, so he made it work- kissing up Magnus’s chest, fingers scissoring inside his ass, stretching him open and licking at his perky nipples, nipping gently at the sensitive nubs and sending electric little shockwaves of pleasure directly to Magnus’s dick.
Magnus trembled eagerly underneath him, a series of soft, needy whimpers and breathy gasps of the alpha’s name spilling from his lips. His hips rocked into Alec’s fingers, hands still clutching at the sheets on either side of him.
After leaving a fair number of hickeys scattered on Magnus’s broad chest, gently tugging on Magnus’s nipples with his teeth, Alec finally withdrew his fingers, gently pulling them from the omega’s body.
His lips withdrew, too, leaving one last kiss to each of Magnus’s sensitive nipples, making him jerk slightly in protest.
Tension coiled tightly in Magnus’s abdomen, buzzing hotly under his skin. “A…aaah… Alexander, please…”
Alec gently placed his large hands on Magnus’s hips, positioning himself carefully over the omega’s body. Magnus whimpered in anticipation, trembling softly under the alpha’s grip.
“Are you sure about this?” Alec asked softly, breathing heavily. His whole body was screaming with the urge to shove his cock into the omega, to claim Magnus as his own. But he had to make sure.
“Ye-ess…!” Magnus pleaded, voice breaking halfway through. “Yes. Take me, Alec, please, I want you…!”
The thick, weeping head of Alec’s cock pressed gently against Magnus’s slick opening.
Magnus threw his head back, biting back another needy moan.
Alec was trembling with the effort to hold back. Just as his hips inched forward, pulling a bone-deep groan from the omega, he jerked them back again as a startled thought occurred to him.
“Al-ec,” Magnus moaned in complaint, but Alec pulled the tip of his dick from Magnus anyway.
“Condoms!” he blurted.
Magnus groaned. “Alec, we… we don’t have any. We don’t need any, come on, just fuck me.”
“What if- what if you get pregnant?” Alec asked, voice getting rougher. He couldn’t help it. Magnus smelled fucking delicious, his lithe, muscular body so close and touchable and damn it, Alec wanted him.
Magnus’s hands flew up to either side of Alec’s face, gently pulling him down into a kiss. Alec didn’t resist, but he didn’t let it get too intense, either.
When they finally separated, Alec’s eyes were helplessly drawn to Magnus’s shining, kiss-bitten lips. Magnus took a deep, calming breath. The effort of keeping a relatively clear head and not focusing on how empty he felt was considerable, but he managed.
“If I get pregnant, I get pregnant. I trust you, Alexander.”
And it was true. Magnus wasn’t ready for that, for kids and a family. He was young. But this was Alec.
He would stand by Magnus no matter what. If they were to have a child, Alec would support him no matter what he decided- even if he chose to get an abortion, or give the child up, Alec would always have his back.
The world was unfair, but if there was anyone Magnus could face it with, it was Alec. No matter what happened.
“There’s nothing we can do about it anyway,” Magnus said, trying to reassure him. “We can’t get any supplies from in here. So… you can either claim me, or not.”
A part of him was actually afraid Alec would push him away. That even after everything, all the build-up, Alec would change his mind and leave him here alone.
Alec hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, he leant down and drew the omega into a kiss, slow and sweet. His arms slid around Magnus’s waist, pulling him up against his chest.
Magnus gasped softly against his lips. His abused nipples rubbed against Alec’s firm chest, his arms loosely wrapped around Alec’s waist as he clung to the alpha to stay upright.
Magnus barely even noticed when Alec positioned his hips again, ready to push into the omega’s tight hole.
But then, Alec was sliding into him, his thick alpha cock stretching Magnus open. Alec groaned loudly, forcing his hips to keep a slow, steady pace as he sank into the omega’s tight, slick heat.
He could actually feel Magnus’s rim stretching around him, sliding past the head of Alec’s cock as he sank further in, and after what felt like hours, clenching around the base of his dick.
Fuck, he was… he was tight. Alec couldn’t even express how good Magnus felt around him. He was hot and perfect, clenching around Alec’s cock tighter than anything he’d ever felt.
And the beautiful, needy little noises Magnus was making, his body trembling and tensing in the Alec’s arms. Alec was finally all the way inside him, balls pressed against Magnus’s bare ass, the mushroom head of his cock pressed tantalizingly close to Magnus’s sweet spot.
He paused to let the omega (and himself) adjust.
Magnus could barely breathe.
Alec felt fucking huge; his delicious cock splitting Magnus open in the best way possible. He was much, much thicker than Magnus had expected, and the omega could feel every bare, throbbing inch.
He’d never done this before. He’d had sex before, but not like this.
He’d fooled around a few times, usually with woman and other omegas. He’d even been fucked by a beta once, but he’d had control the whole time, riding him until they were both spent. And even then, he’d used protection.
But none of them had meant anything. And none of them had been with an alpha.
Not to mention Magnus was in heat. And after years spending his heat miserable and alone…
He was violently pulled from his thoughts by Alec’s hips jerking forward, jostling his cock inside him.
Magnus gave a startled clench around him, moaning loudly. Alec’s cock was big enough that the omega could barely clench around him, the intense feeling of fullness stretching him so good and perfect that it felt futile to even try.
The heat flushing through his body was dimmed, faded to a constant background pulsing. Alec’s gentle hands mapped up Magnus’s back, lowering him back down on the sheets even as his hips continued to rock into Magnus’s.
Once Magnus’s back was flat on the sheets, Alec straightened up, planting his hands deliberately on either side of the omega’s body.
He gave Magnus a wicked, lopsided grin.
And then he roughly pulled his hips back, then thrust into Magnus, deep and fast. He kept up a rhythm, fucking him hard.
Magnus clawed at the sheets, fingers bunching up at the cloth and desperately grasping at them as if they could give him something to hang onto. He arched his hips, trying to get Alec deeper.
He couldn’t do much but writhe and moan helplessly under the ruthless onslaught of thrusts, but when he moved his hips, he managed to change the angle just enough that Alec’s cock was repeatedly ramming into his prostate.
Magnus’s spine bowed as he cried out, moaning his alpha’s name with enthusiasm. “Yes, yes, ah, right there, fuck, Alexander, Alec, pl-please…!”
Alec lowered his body over Magnus’s, pressing their chests together and changing the angle, circling his hips just so to sink a little deeper into the omega with each thrust. Their bodies were pressed so close that Magnus’s cock rubbed against Alec’s abs with every thrust of his hips, the delicious friction adding to the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
Their lips met, Alec’s tongue slipping between Magnus’s lips. They kissed languidly, a juxtaposition to the rough push-and-pull of Alec’s cock inside him.
Magnus’s body was tingling and burning with heat. His orgasm was simmering just below the surface, ready to tip him over the edge. His thighs were quivering and dripping with the slick leaking out of him.
Alec felt unbelievably close, too, Magnus’s tight heat gripping his member and making him groan happily into Magnus’s lips.
Time seemed to blend together for them- they could’ve spent hours like this, grinding against each other, gasping and moaning against each other’s mouths, Magnus’s hands roaming Alec’s body, clawing at his back as the thrusts got rougher, faster.
Magnus wasn’t sure what pushed him over- the delicious thrusts of his alpha’s hips, the low, sexy sounds Alec was making, the way his warm lips felt on Magnus’s, the way their bodies slid together- all he knew was, one moment he was moaning and whimpering under the alpha, and the next his body was jerking and spasming uncontrollably, hot pleasure welling up inside and washing over him, overtaking all his senses.
He came hard with Alexander’s name on his lips, fingernails digging into the alpha’s back.
He could feel his body tightening, slick inner muscles clenching down and spasming desperately around the thick intrusion.
Alec could feel the wetness of Magnus’s cum between them, feel how impossibly tighter he got as he writhed under Alec, wide brown eyes dazed and clouded with pleasure. He stared sightlessly at the ceiling, moaning as Alec didn’t let up, continuing mercilessly pound into the omega.
He couldn’t stop, not when he was so fucking close. Close to release- and close to Magnus, close and intimate with the love of his life.
Magnus didn’t seem to be complaining, whimpering as his aching body gladly responded to Alec fucking him through it.
Alec let out a primal noise, loud and low and breathless, grinding his hips forward.
Magnus gasped out another breath. The sensations hadn’t let up- he’d already orgasmed, but the heat hadn’t receded, his body was still burning with pleasure. He could feel Alec’s cock inside him, feel the base beginning to swell.
His rim was stretched a little wider with each thrust, until Alec’s knot was growing steadily enough to make a slick pop noise with every thrust in and out.
“A..aah…! Ah..al..alexander… alpha, please…” Magnus’s breaths were coming in disjointed, pleasure-filled whines and helpless gasps, stuttering out incoherent pleas for more.
Alec threw one of Magnus’s legs over his shoulder, hoisting him up and changing the angle drastically. Magnus screamed, throwing his head back against the sheets almost violently.
Alec hadn’t thought he could go deeper, but… fuck.
His thrusts were sharp and frantic, cock pulsing and hot with need inside Magnus, knot swelling slowly but surely.
Alec hitched the omega’s other leg up, mercilessly thrusting as hard as he could as tears sparked at Magnus’s eyes. Magnus was gorgeous, chest heaving and legs splayed out in a wide V over Alec’s shoulders. Alec lost himself in the rhythm, fucking his mate roughly and listening to his loud moaning.
Alec’s thrusts rocked Magnus’s whole body, rocked the whole bed.
All Magnus could feel was the angle of Alec’s cock sliding in and out of him, rough and fast. His knot was catching on his rim so that Alec could barely pound in and out of his ass, struggling to push his knot back into Magnus’s hole with each rough thrust.
And then, his knot was too big to pull from Magnus’s tight ass, swelling mercilessly inside him and locking their bodies together.
Magnus trembled through another orgasm, coming on Alexander’s cock with an obscene wail, his flushed, heavy dick dribbling and still untouched between them. His nails left red marks on Alec’s pale, broad back, his tight ass squeezing desperately around Alec’s knot.
That was the last straw for Alec- he practically roared as his cock slammed into Magnus, back arching and throwing his shoulders back as he came.
Magnus made a high, breathless noise, feeling the big knot inside him throb, feeling the thick ropes of cum shoot into him. The knot kept him plugged up, stopping the alpha’s seed from dripping out of him. His body seized under the new stimulation, but thanks to the heat, he could handle it.
Every omega instinct in him was purring with satisfaction, loving the feeling of being completely filled by his alpha, knotted and bred full.
Being with an alpha had never been something Magnus wanted. Whatever his biology said, he’d never had any intentions of being anyone’s slave. Anyone’s toy.
He’d always figured that if society got the better of him eventually- through the Games, or something else- he’d suffer through it. He’d withstand it. It’d be ordeal- finding someone he could stand, someone who would allow him at least some form of freedom. But Magnus would endure.
He would fight, he would suffer. Not enjoy himself.
But this was… it was completely different.
Not only was it extremely pleasurable and completely consensual, but…
Hell, it was surreal.
Alec was his best friend, the guy he’d known since they were little kids, the guy who’d always stood by him, and had always been supportive and… just amazing. They’d always turned to each other when things got hard. They’d had movie marathons and sleepovers, they’d told each other everything.
(Alec remembered when he’d started to go through puberty, and he’d lay awake trying not to think about how warm and desirable Magnus’s scent was, trying not to think of Magnus, beautiful and soft and strong, what his hips would feel like in Alec’s hands, how his cock would feel in Alec’s mouth, what his lips would taste like-?
And he’d feel guilty for ages, because what gave him the right to think about his friend like that? Didn’t Magnus get enough of that already? And he was more than just sex, he was… he was a person, a wonderful person, not a wet dream for Alec to moon over.)
Sure, there’d been times. Times when Magnus had allowed himself to imagine. To fantasize.
He let himself imagine Alec’s hands on his body, Alec’s lips on his skin, let himself imagine that he would get to choose.
But he never thought that Alec would choose him.
Sure, under extenuating circumstances. But he’d confessed that he loved Magnus, too, hadn’t he?
And now, here they were. Pressed close together, wrecked and ruined and intertwined perfectly.
And it was a thousand times better than either of them had ever imagined.
And Alec- Alec, an alpha- holding him, fucking him. Knotting him.
This wasn’t just some alpha, someone trying to control him, tame him. It was Alec’s hands on his body, Alec’s knot stuffing his ass full, Alec's seed filling him so well. It was Alec’s chest he was pressed against, Alec’s teeth brushing his skin, ready to Mark him.
Alec’s hips were still moved in unconscious little circles, ignoring the cum smeared on his lower abs. He leant down to brush his lips against Magnus’s again.
And thanks to his heat, Magnus was still hard, whimpering softly and trembling as Alec’s cock split him open and stuffed him full.
Alec gently slid Magnus’s legs down so they were loosely wrapped around his waist. Magnus winced as his thighs tingled, muscles tired. But he still didn’t relax them, clenching around Alec eagerly. Even if his body was tired, his heat persisted. He needed more.
He would never get enough of this, anyway- Alec’s arms around him. Being held by his alpha.
They weren’t even mated yet, but… Magnus knew he was Alec’s. And Alec was his, too.
Alec rolled his hips, gentle and slow. His cock brushed against Magnus’s prostate with each deep press inside the omega.
His hands slid up to curl in Magnus’s hair, the warm pads of his fingers gently massaging his scalp as Alec kissed him deeply.
Magnus melted against him, head tipping into his hands, his slick thighs squeezing around Alec’s waist.
Alec stilled his hips with a quiet whine, letting himself collapse on top of Magnus as they kissed deeply. He rested for a moment, hands pressed to Magnus’s skull, the omega’s tongue slipping in his mouth.
“We’re still not mated,” Magnus murmured against his lips, trying to catch his breath. “They’ve probably caught my scent by now, haven’t they? What if they’re coming?”
“The only thing coming is you,” Alec promised quietly, running his fingers through his hair. He managed to keep a straight face.
Magnus let out a startled laugh, eyes sparkling. “And you, too, at least?”
“Me, too,” Alec conceded, grinning.
His voice became more serious, looking Magnus in the eye. “But in all seriousness, Magnus… my scent is all over you, the door is barricaded, and anyone who makes it past the traps to try and get you should smell… what we’re doing. And even if someone manages to get in, I swear, I’ll fight them to the death if I have to. You’re safe, okay?”
“Are you sure?”
“I promise,” Alec said softly, pulling him closer and kissing all over his face, making Magnus giggle. He smiled against Magnus’s skin, pressing fluttering kisses along his jawline.
Magnus laughed, a sweet and bright sound. He tipped his head to the side, humming softly as Alec kissed down his slender neck.
It turned into a quiet moan when Alec began nibbling at his adam’s apple, his spent cock stirring between them. His heat was acting up again already, building hotly in the pit of his stomach.
Magnus wasn’t the only one who was still hard. The combination of Alec’s knot and the omega’s pheromones were doing their work- biology making sure they were both ready for another round.
Alec groaned, mouthing wetly at Magnus’s neck. Magnus was panting, body aching under the continued strain of his heat- but it was a good ache, a delicious ache, filling him with a deep craving to be touched, to be fucked.
Their bodies moved in tandem, hips rolling sensuously and hands slowly exploring each other.
Alec’s hands settled on his hips, like they had not too long ago, and began to thrust into him again, knot pulling at his rim. His thrusts weren’t frantic or sharp, just lazy and deep but relentless, sending heat rolling through the omega’s body.
The room was quiet except for Alec’s heavy breathing, the slick noises of their bodies joining together, and the soft cries of pleasure unwillingly pulled from Magnus’s lips.
Magnus’s body was melting against the sheets as Alec made love to him, sighing softly with every touch from the alpha, his whole body relaxed and pliant under Alec. Even his legs were only loosely wrapped around Alec, his slick thighs sliding against Alec’s sides with each deep, sensuous thrust.
Alec worked a hand between them, curling around Magnus’s hard, flushed cock. Magnus choked on a whimper, hips bucking into his hand.
Alec grinned, beginning to stroke him, squeezing his cock gently and then pumping him slowly. Each touch was like a hot brand to Magnus’s sensitive cock, sending heavy waves of tingling throughout his whole body. “A…alec…”
Magnus stared blankly at nothing, lips hung open as he tried to absorb everything at once. The way Alec was sucking at his neck, biting hickeys onto his skin, the way Alec’s cock felt deep inside him, the way one of Alec’s hands slid up his thigh while the other stroked his erection… Magnus’s eyes were glassy and unseeing as he whimpered, dick twitching and dribbling out another fat bead of pre-cum.
It wasn’t long before they were near the edge again, wrapped up in each other and the intimacy they were sharing.
Alec stroked Magnus’s hipbone, slowing his thrusts and the stroking of Magnus’s erection to stare down lovingly at the omega spread out beneath him.
Magnus was panting, lost in sensation. His gorgeous, now sweaty chest was covered with hickeys, nipples still bitten red and swollen. He was still knotted, ass stretched around the base of Alec’s cock- and holy fuck, was that hot.
And his thick, dribbling cock, heavy and flushed in Alec’s hand, his beautiful face, expression full of such bliss and contentment, slack with dazed pleasure that Alec was giving him…
And perhaps the best part? Magnus was far from a silent lover. Alec had never guessed that he would be, but he’d never imagined just how noisy and desperate he’d get.
Every time Alec got deep enough to fully press against Magnus’s prostate, he’d let out a quiet wail, lips wrenched apart and eyes squeezed shut as clenched around Alec the best he could.
When the rhythm got fast and rough, fucking into him hard and without mercy, he’d devolve into a litany of punched-out moans, like a chant, gasping out “Ah- ah- ah… ah, a-ah!” as if he was trying to say Alexander’s name.
And even when Alec wasn’t teasing him, Magnus was letting out a constant stream of breathless whimpers and gasps, moaning Alec’s name shamelessly.
God, he was fucking perfect.
Magnus was dying.
His thighs ached from being held up so long and the inner curves of them were still damp with slick, slippery under Alec’s grip, his ass burning and full, his chest tight- but despite it all, his heat ripped through him, urging him on.
He was near the end of his rope, but he wasn’t burnt out yet.
Alec’s thrusts were getting faster and shallower, not reaching as deep but rubbing tantalizingly against Magnus’s walls. His hand was focusing more on the top of Magnus’s cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive head and rubbing his slit, forcing high whimpers from Magnus’s lips as his hips bucked into the touch.
Alec’s hand slid up his thighs, closer to his pelvis, massaging the muscles gently and unravelling his legs from around the alpha’s waist.
Magnus allowed Alec to move him as he wished, sighing with an almost relief as Alec lowered his legs to lie flat on the bed. They were still widely spread to make room for Alec between his legs, but they were no longer held up.
Alec’s hands stroked up and down for a few moments before gripping his hips again.
After all the times Alec had grabbed him there, his fingers perfectly molded to grip his hips comfortably and firmly (and how tightly he’d held on), Magnus was sure to have bruises in the morning.
He didn’t mind.
Pushing in deeper, Alec rolled his hips hard and small, grinding his cock against Magnus’s abused prostate.
Magnus mewled, feeling the thick stretch ram deeper into him, trying to rock his hips into Alec’s to get more- but Alec’s hands stopped him, keeping his hips pinned to the bed. Magnus squirmed for a moment, but apparently realizing it was futile, sagged back against the sheets, moaning as Alec continued to grind into him.
Alec left a kiss on the corner of Magnus’s mouth, then trailing down behind his ear and below his jaw. One of his hands moved from Magnus’s hips, thrusts faltering only slightly as he blindly groped for Magnus’s hand.
When their fingers bumped against each other, Alec clasped their hands together tightly, threading their fingers together and squeezing his hand. His other hand abandoned Magnus’s hips as well, coming up to rake through his hair, stroking across his scalp.
Every little thrust of his hips hoisted Magnus up a little further on the bed, rocking his whole body upwards now that he was no longer pinned in place.
Magnus moaned, feeling Alec kissing up his neck, dragging his teeth across the omega’s sensitive skin, sucking marks across the side of his throat.
“I love you,” he murmured, nuzzling gently at his neck. Alexander was going to Mark him. Mark Magnus as his.
He continued whispering loving words and soft promises, trailing down to kiss along the collarbone, nuzzling into the hollow of his throat.
Magnus arched his neck, shivering in anticipation.
He wanted this. He wanted this so badly.
Alec kissed the spot right over his collarbone, warm and sweet, then nibbled, gently nipping at the spot as if to prepare him for the sensation. Magnus groaned softly.
Alec mouthed at the skin, squeezing Magnus’s hand a little tighter. His hips stopped moving. He pulled away, lips red and shiny.
Alec couldn’t help but hesitate. This was a big commitment. A huge one.
This was Marking his best friend, claiming him as his mate. They couldn’t go back from this. Ever.
“Alpha,” Magnus whined softly, breaking him from his thoughts. “Alph… Alexander… Mark me. Please.”
“You’re sure?” Alec asked quietly.
Part of Magnus wanted to make a smartass comment, but… Alec was so serious. He just wanted to keep Magnus safe. Magnus couldn’t fault him for that. “Absolutely,” he promised. And he meant it.
Alec nodded, bending down again to kiss his collarbone. Magnus’s skin tingled under his touch, and Alec trailed higher. Then, after a long, tense moment, Alec hesitantly began to bite down. The second his teeth touched the omega’s skin, intent to Mark him, his instincts took over and he sunk his teeth in.
Magnus hissed, gasping loudly at the sharp pain. But after a moment, the pain melted away into an intense wave of pleasure. His eyes rolled back, lips parting soundlessly.
Alec whimpered above him, releasing him from the bite. His hips rolled forward again, chasing his release.
Something nudged at Magnus’s mind, something warm and soft and-
Alec pressed an unbearably tender kiss to Magnus’s Bondmark, the warm breath brushing against his sensitive skin.
Magnus’s eyes snapped open as the Bondmark flared and their bond ignited.
Suddenly he could feel Alec everywhere. He could feel warmth and love pulsing between them, like a bubble of pure safety and love encapsulating them.
And fuck. The- the absolutely staggering amount of love Alec held for him, the devotion and trust and warmth flooding from him through the bond… surely Alec was feeling the same thing, feeling Magnus’s equally intense feelings for him?
It was astounding, the feeling of their bond thrumming between them like an intense feedback loop of emotion and sensations.
Alec jerked his hips harder, driving his body into Magnus’s with a renewed determination.
And through their connection, Magnus could feel it- it was impossible to describe. It was like everything was a thousand times more intimate, every touch amplified with a new layer of tenderness and care.
Their new fledgling bond was intense, more intense than most- after all, they couldn’t control it yet, and they’d already had a strong emotional connection before establishing the bond.
Alec almost collapsed when he felt it.
The bond, snapping into place, the sudden hurricane of love and adoration and trust from the man below him. It was amazing, holding his best friend in his arms and suddenly realizing just how far they’d come.
He thrust into the omega desperately, feeling his slick, ridiculously tight heat give a startled clench around him as he thrusted unexpectedly deeper.
There were tears leaking from his eyes, both from overstimulation and happiness.
Magnus’s soft cries of pleasure became soundless, lips parting silently with desperation.
“Magnus,” Alec breathed out heavily, panting against his ear. “Are you close, baby?”
Magnus squeezed his eyes shut, nodding pliantly against the pillows. “Y-yes,” he whimpered.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” Alec moaned, hands clutching at his sides.
They reached their peak together, Magnus’s dick shooting cum all over their chests as he panted out desperately. Alec was still knotted inside him, Magnus’s ass milking his cock as he was filled up again.
Magnus let out soft whimper, completely spent, as Alec pressed open-mouthed kisses down his neck, kissing softly and nuzzling at his Mark.
The bond hummed happily, pulsing with love and mutual pleasure, drowning them together in an ocean of shared emotions and sensations.
The rolling waves of heat that had ravaged Magnus’s body were replaced by cool relief, their bond soothing him and sating his heat completely.
Alec’s knot pulsed, still pumping his load inside Magnus. Magnus clenched weakly around him, letting out a long, breathy moan as he felt the cock inside him throb wetly.
Alec swooped down and kissed him, breathless and needy. He panted against Magnus’s lips, letting their bond wash over him completely.
That wonderful sense of Magnus’s pure love swallowed him up again, the warm body in his arms trembling- beautiful and vulnerable and protected. Alec loved him, loved him so much. And he felt so good right now, knot buried inside his mate- his mate, yes, Magnus was his mate- and it was his best friend, safe and happy and here.
And he could feel Magnus’s feelings, too- he could feel how he was reveling in the bond just like Alec was, how he felt overwhelmed and exhausted, but also feel how he felt good and loved and safe.
Alec could feel Magnus’s presence inside him, (innuendos aside) their minds mingling.
Magnus’s scent was warm and heady, clinging to his skin like a damp fog. The spicy sweet aroma filled Alec’s nostrils.
Magnus always smelled good, but now that Alec was no longer distracted, it was a hundred times better.
Everything about Magnus was beautiful.
Alec buried his face in Magnus’s neck, nosing against the Bondmark, feeling how it sent shivers running through the omega.
He could feel his knot going down, Magnus shivering around him. They were both completely spent.
Alec gently pulled out of him, keeping his movements slow and careful. Magnus let out a quiet gasp, eyes rolling back slightly as Alexander’s thick cock dragged against his sensitive walls.
Once he was fully out, Magnus let out a breath, shuddering again. He felt loose and empty, and it gave him both a feeling of relief and of an odd longing.
Alec climbed off him for a second, wincing as his muscles flared. He grabbed a water bottle off the floor and a cloth and clambering back onto the bed.
Alec gently wiped the cum from Magnus’s chest, and then his own. Magnus shifted, looking up at him with warm brown eyes, happy and… beautiful.
Alec offered him the water bottle. Magnus sat up, wincing slightly, and took it, uncapping the bottle and taking a sip.
Alec couldn’t help how his eyes raked over Magnus’s naked form, the cum and slick dribbling out of his hole, his very attractive body still looking very ravished.
He was far too spent for his cock to even twitch at the sight, but he could definitely still appreciate how gorgeous his boyfriend was.
Were they boyfriends?
Fiancés? Best friends? Husbands? What label even described this situation?
Magnus closed the water bottle, offering it to him. When Alec shook his head wordlessly, he tossed it aside.
“Come over here for a minute, please?” Alec asked quietly, holding up the cloth.
Magnus smiled, raising an eyebrow. “How about you come to me?”
Alec crawled closer, hand coming up to cup his face and pull him into a short kiss.
His hand creeped down to curl around his thigh, pressing the cloth against him, cleaning the mess they’d made. Magnus smiled lazily against his lips, pulling away to stretch like a cat.
Alec finished, tossing the cloth aside.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
Just thinking about how is reopened the floodgate.
All the things Alec had refused to let himself think about for years, flying through his mind. Magnus’s familiar scent, his warm, golden-brown skin, his kind brown eyes and his pink, smiling lips.
Now it was all out in the open, his love laid bare, and Magnus accepted him with open arms.
Magnus’s arms came up to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer into a hug.
Alec caught a flicker of his thoughts- just imagery and feeling, but Magnus thought he was sweet, was flattered and a little flustered, and he’d thought the same thing, he thought Alec was beautiful-
Alec flushed slightly, ducking his head.
Magnus let his lips curl up, letting himself fall back on the bed so that he was lying on his side.
Alec lay next to him, turning to face him. His best friend. His mate.
Magnus rolled his eyes slightly. “C’mere,” he mumbled, lifting his arms welcomingly.
Alec beamed, crawling closer to curl into Magnus’s arms. He wrapped his own arms around Magnus’s waist, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder.
Magnus sighed happily.
Alec smiled against his neck, nuzzling into his omega’s neck and inhaling deeply.
“I love you,” he whispered, lips squished against his neck.
“I love you, too,” Magnus mumbled. He let his eyes close, relaxing completely against Alec’s body.
His breathing was deep and even. Their bond rippled with calm, content bliss.
Magnus snuggled against his mate. His eyes felt heavy.
This was a normal symptom, he knew- omegas tended to be exhausted after a heat, it having taken a toll on his body.
But Alec would take care of him.
He’d be okay.
He let himself slip into the darkness.
Alec was woken by the loudspeakers.
The Games are now over. Please exit the facility as soon as possible. If you have found your mate, make sure to register before you leave. The Games are now over. Please exit-
“What the fuck?” he muttered, rubbing at his eyes.
He blinked sleepily, looking down at the man wrapped around him like a koala bear. Magnus was still fast asleep, chest rising and falling evenly.
He shifted, yawning slightly.
The events of last night hit him very suddenly.
Magnus. Was here. In his bed. No- in the bed at the Games. They were- they’d-
Holy shit.
They were- Magnus loved him. They were mated. They-
Alec shook his head slightly, as if that would reveal this were all a dream.
But even when he blinked, hard, Magnus was still there, peaceful and unfairly gorgeous.
“Hey… Hey, Magnus. Wake up, sweetheart,” Alec said softly, shaking his shoulder.
The pet name rolled off of his tongue without him even thinking about it. Fuck. He was already in deep.
Magnus groaned slightly, eyes remaining firmly shut.
Right. He’d been in heat. He was probably exhausted.
And that particular heat had been rather strenuous on his body, hadn’t it?
And it was his first with an alpha, wasn’t it? Fuck.
“Magnus, please,” Alec whispered anxiously. Shit. Fuck. What if Magnus regretted this? What if Magnus regretted everything? What if Alec had unwittingly taken advantage of him and Magnus was stuck with him for life and-
“Stop worrying, I love you,” Magnus mumbled against his pillow. “Bonded, remember?”
His voice was muffled and slurred with sleep, but completely sincere.
“I… yeah. I love you, too.”
Magnus sleepily lifted his arms. “You should carry me,” he said grumpily. “I’m sore.”
Alec couldn’t help but giggle a little. “You want me to carry you out of here?”
Magnus let his arms drop, He raised his head slightly to peer from under the covers and opened one eye, eyebrow raised almost cartoonishly. “Why, yes,” he said. “Problem?”
“Not at all,” Alec said, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “But you owe me.”
“Promise you next time we get really drunk on summer vacation, I’ll carry you back to the hotel room.”
“Deal.”
Magnus raised his arms again, not opening his eyes.
Alec scooped him up, one arm weaving under his knees and the other under his arms. Magnus made a muffled noise as he was swooped into the air, safely held in his alpha’s arms.
Magnus slumped against his chest. “Mm..” he said. “Comfy.”
“C’mon,” Alec said fondly. “We’ve got to get home.”
“My place?”
“Your place.”
It didn't take too long to retrieve their plain gray clothes and disassemble the barricade (although Alec had to put Magnus down for a few minutes).
Alec carried him through the hallways, past all the deactivated traps and occasional person who'd been knocked out, Magnus keeping his face buried in Alec's neck.
And Alec carried him all the way home, refusing to let anyone else touch him (much to the amusement of the official registering them).
He lay the omega down on his bed, climbing in next to him and pulling the covers all the way over them.
He'd be there when Magnus woke up.
Magnus shifted under the blankets, fast asleep once more.
Alec brushed some hair out of his mate's eyes, kissing his forehead lightly.
Absently, he wondered what his parents would say to this.