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Victor sighed as he tested his soup, feeling it needed a touch more salt, though he also had a stew prepared, just in case. Others might wonder just why he had so much food prepared when he lived alone ever since his beloved Nora died, but he was about to get a housemate for a few hours, in particular a teenage Omega on the cusp of his first heat; Bruce Wayne. Captain Gordon had phoned him about an hour ago, saying that Jerome Valeska and several others had all escaped from Arkham and were running loose around the city. Gordon felt that this had been deliberately planned for this night, as there was simply too much coincidence that Alpha Jerome Valeska just so happened to escape the night Omega Bruce Wayne experiences his first and most vulnerable heat. It was well known that an Omega’s first heat was to be experienced in solidarity as, if an Omega was to have sex with an Alpha and they Bonded, any attempt to destroy the Bond wound up in the Omega either dying or going insane.
So, Gordon had called on someone Bruce had no connection to whatsoever. Gordon himself barely had any connection to Victor, having met the man once in connection to those horrible ‘Ice Man’ abductions and murders. Victor’s name had come up because he was experimenting with the liquid helium but had managed to prove his innocence when he produced his findings on his experiments with mice, as well as having Nora for an alibi, and so had been exonerated. But, Gordon knew Victor was a Beta and his house was specially sealed so that odors could not penetrate or escape, so Valeska would be unable to follow Bruce’s scent. After agreeing to Gordon’s request, he had gone out and gotten several cases of water, as well as food, focusing heavily on meats with some fruit as it was not uncommon for Omegas to crave citrus and vitamin C when in heat. He was brought out of his musings when he heard a knocking at his front door, so he turned the soup on low and went to answer it.
Bruce had never met a man like Victor Fries before; the snow-white hair in others would suggest either old age or albinism, but the sharp blue eyes negated the latter, and one just had to look at Victor and see that he was in his early thirty’s, and very fit.
“Are you Victor Frees?” A man Victor assumed was Bruce Wayne’s loyal butler and guardian, Alfred Pennyworth, asked as he glanced at a piece of paper one of Gordon’s sergeants had given him in a sealed envelope.
“Everyone makes that mistake; it’s pronounced Fries, like frying an egg. Do you want to come in for a moment?” Victor asked as he grabbed Bruce’s overnight bag, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped aside, letting the Omega into his house. Alfred nodded as he escorted the boy inside, and then looked around.
“Please don’t think me rude, but my boy will be safe here?” Bruce figured the polite thing to do was remove his shoes since he was being forced to stay here for a few hours.
“Safe as safe can be; your boy and I have never even seen each other before, so Valeska will have no reason to even look for him in this neighbourhood. I have more than one noise complaint from my neighbours from the loud music I play at all hours of the night, so no one will be able to hear the kid no matter how loud he gets. I like to experiment when cooking, and after the complaints I got that time I made Indian, I had special windows installed that help keep scents inside, so no problems on that end. And the only ones who know about his placement here with me are you, Gordon, and Bullock, hence why you were given the paper instead of it being texted to you. And once you leave here, I don’t know if he told you, but Gordon instructed me that there will be a strict radio silence in effect until Valeska and his people are arrested when Gordon or Bullock will come here at dawn and let us know.” Alfred nodded, pleased with the safety procedures in place for his boy. He glanced over and saw that poor Bruce looked very uncomfortable with this whole thing, and wished he didn’t have to leave him alone with a stranger in a strange place with no familiar scents on such an important night.
“You can sit down, you know; you won’t damage anything,” Victor called before asking for Bruce’s coat and proceeding to run upstairs to drop his things off. As he came down, he heard Pennyworth trying to soothe the young Omega,
“Well, for a Beta he certainly does seem to have a handle on things; apart from everything he’s said, there seems to be enough food and water here to keep you two comfortable for at least seventy-two hours.”
“Great.” Bruce mumbled, causing Pennyworth to sigh and say,
“I know this is hardly ideal, Master B, but-”
“Ideal is about as far away as Tortuga right now, Alfred. I should be out there, trying to find Valeska before he hurts anyone.”
“Master B, when your heat hits you will be -”
“Extremely vulnerable, yes Alfred that’s been pounded into my head since I presented at eight-years-old when that Dr. Sampson explained to my parents that male Omegas were uncommon, but not terribly rare, and then all those teachers telling me that it’s not unheard of for Alpha’s to have more than one Omega and that some actively sought out male Omegas… for security.” Victor flinched at that; male Omegas, like female Alphas, had a hard time with stereotypes, but the Omegas had it worse; female Alphas may be looked down upon and constantly underestimated, but at least they could find mates. Male Omegas had a very hard time getting females of any designation pregnant, so other Omegas, Betas, and even the female Alphas often went to other Alphas and Betas for those purposes. Male Omegas were seen as best for security of partners, especially pregnant partners for difficult pregnancies as all Omegas could produce pheromones that kept each other happy and content. If the male was lucky (or unlucky in how you looked at it), after the child was born, they would be allowed to stay on and look after the child, faced with the knowledge that the child was not theirs and it was highly unlikely they would ever sire their own.
And security had a double meaning for an Omega male as not only were they protective of any child they found, but they were also ‘safe’ to cheat with. For those asses who want to regain their youth by sleeping with a younger partner, or however they justified it, they would seek out male Omegas for the simple fact they couldn’t get pregnant and there was a slim chance of impregnating female adulterers. Some partners didn’t even see it as cheating, just so long as it was with a male Omega, as pointed out in a story in one of the tabloids Victor saw last time he was at the grocery store. Poor boy had been seduced by his boss, given up his virginity to the bastard, only to find out his boss was fully straight, married, and just wanted to show his friends he ‘still had it’. The poor boy had lost his potential significant other, been thrown out of his family home, lost his job, and was socially branded as a slut, though what had caught his attention, and had actually made the story newsworthy, had been the male Omega in his living room arguing with his guardian. He had given the boy a fair sum and managed to get him a job in one of his companies in Metropolis, complete with a small but comfortable apartment. Bruce had also bought the company that the bastard worked at, fired him, had him blacklisted, and did a complete overhaul of the company and their policies regarding designation interactions. And the ass hadn’t only been blacklisted in Gotham, but a good chunk of Metropolis and Star City through Bruce’s connections to Alpha Lex Luthor and Beta Oliver Queen, who had both been disgusted when they heard what had happened. With the connections those two had themselves, Victor would be very surprised if that bastard was able to get a job anywhere on the Eastern Seaboard.
While that incident did have something of a happy ending, it didn’t change the harsh truth about male Omegas; they had a lot of love to give, but no one wanted it. This often led to a high mortality rate for male Omegas when it came to domestic abuse as some were so desperate for a partner, they would settle for anything, even if it killed them.
“Everything will be alright Master B; this is just for tonight and tomorrow we’ll be back in the Manor for cake.” Victor allowed himself to refocus on the conversation and came into his living room to see a rather surly teenager on his couch.
“Sorry about putting your jacket upstairs, but the door to the hallway closet can stick something fierce, and I wouldn’t want you not to get it back until the spring thaw. Mr. Pennyworth, would you care for water or something before you leave?” Alfred shook his head and started to leave, only to stop when they were shoulder to shoulder, and said very quietly,
“That boy means more to me than all the crown jewels in both the Tower of London and those owned by the Maharajah; if anything happens to him while he’s under your care, Mr. Fries, rest assured, you will regret it,” Victor responded just as quietly as he looked at the boy who was just a little too tired looking for someone turning eighteen instead of eighty,
“Seeing as how the law would be on my side if I did need to kill anyone in defence of an Omega in vulnerable heat, I don’t think you have to worry about that.” Alfred glanced at him before nodding and heading out. Victor and Bruce were left alone, and Victor tried to think of something when he heard Bruce mumble,
“I wish I had been born a Beta.”
“Not an Alpha?”
“A lot of the board of Wayne Enterprises are Alphas and, frankly, they’re a bunch of dicks.” Victor smirked at this and replied,
“That’s often true for Alphas, especially dependent their Type; Gordon tells me that you have a rare Type for an Omega, Protector.” Bruce nodded before responding,
“Hence another reason to prefer being a Beta; no, ‘Oh you must make allowances for him, he’s a Berserker Type and you know how they are’ or, ‘My word, such behaviour from a Princess’.” Victor tried to keep his chuckles in as Bruce pitched his voice differently, no doubt making a mockery of many of the snobs he had overheard at parties. Bruce himself started chuckling as well when he saw Victor’s troubles.
“Sorry for acting like a brat; I guess I’m a little on edge.”
“Don’t worry about it; considering the circumstances, it’s more than understandable for you to be on edge. Now, we have some time before you begin to feel the effects of your heat starting, have you eaten?” Bruce shook his head as he and Alfred had just started making dinner when Gordon had called them.
“OK, I have two, no, three, different soups prepared as well as some stew made up, and I have some sandwich meat but I figured you’d want something warm so what would you like?”
“Why three?”
“I made up some chicken noodle soup the other day, but knew that some Omegas can be very picky around the time of their heats, so I also made up a potato soup and a tomato soup.” Victor smiled as Bruce perked up at the last one before shyly asking,
“Um, I don’t suppose that- I mean I don’t want to impose but-” Victor put a gentle hand on the jittery Omega and said,
“It would hardly be a real tomato soup without a grilled cheese sandwich to go with it, now would it? Now, my movie library is over there; see if there’s something you’d like to watch while I reheat the soup and get the sandwiches made.” Victor instructed before standing and going into his kitchen.
“I can do up the sandwiches, I don’t mind,” Bruce called but was waved off.
“I know how I like my grilled cheese; just pick a movie.” Bruce shrugged and set about looking through the titles as the sounds of a frying pan started filling the air. Immediately out are the one or two romantic comedies; he’s emotional enough as it is right now, he doesn’t need to be crying in front of his host. He sees a few horror movies, but since Jerome was out there at this moment, perhaps it would be best to avoid such a thing for now. This leaves Sci-Fi and Adventure, which seem to be the most prevalent genres until his eyes catch on a title both familiar and yet something he’s never seen; Clash of the Titans.
“I thought this movie was made with Sam Worthington?” Bruce held up the movie so Victor could see what he was talking about.
“You’re culturally deprived if that’s the only version you’ve seen; that remake was garbage where they replaced Ray Harryhausen’s careful, beautiful work of stop-motion animation, with quick, cheap, and frankly bad CGI. This one has Laurence Olivier, Claire Bloom, Ursula Andress, Maggie Smith, and a host of others, along with some wonderful monsters.”
“I think I recognize that name; my parents once showed me a movie with, I think a cyclops and something about fighting skeletons.”
“Ah yes, that would be arguably his Magnum Opus; The 7th Voyage of Sinbad, with monsters like the Cyclops, a dragon, a Rook, and has Sinbad fighting skeletons. That’s a wonderful adventure to show to a child. Clash of the Titans is a very good adventure as well, though some may argue Jason and the Argonauts is better, though they take some liberties with the source material in both cases. If you want to watch it, put it on.” Bruce then went over to the TV where the VHS player was sitting and, after making sure the movie was rewound, inserted it, then grabbed the remote, set it on the couch, and went to help Victor.
“Do you want something to drink? I have some soda but I think you should avoid caffeine so close to your heat; I have grape juice, pineapple juice, peach juice, ap-” Bruce broke him off with a small laugh and said,
“We’re only going to be together a few hours, not a few days! But pineapple juice would be nice.” Victor lightly flicked Bruce in the head as he went to get the juice in question.
“The glasses are in the cupboard above your head, after that, you can grab one of the crockery sets and head into the living room. Don’t try to grab them both as they are heavy, if you want, grab one and come back for the other.” Victor didn’t see the kid nod but figured he wouldn’t take the chance of breaking his host’s crockery; the articles in the papers had portrayed the kid as a spoiled, cocky, arrogant rich boy, but apart from being something of a sassy little shit, he seemed well-mannered. Victor turned back to fill their glasses and found Bruce coming back for the second dish, who said,
“Do you always put heavy cream and basil on your tomato soup? Most can’t be bothered, even if it does enhance the flavour.”
“It was how my late wife Nora liked it, and I could never break the habit since, as you said, it makes it taste much better.”
“Gordon told me about that; I know I’m rather late but, I’m sorry for your loss, people always moon over lost mates between Alphas and Omegas, but it can be just as painful between Betas.” Victor gave a sad smile as he entered the living room and handed the boy his juice before setting his down and getting a pair of TV dinner trays set up. He went back to get napkins and cutlery and replied,
“It happened four years ago so, while I will always miss her, and some days are harder than others, I am much better now. But thank you, regardless.” Victor came back to realize Bruce had already grabbed cutlery, napkins, was setting up Victor’s place seating, and was even putting a coaster under Victor’s drink; these were actions of an Omega who had had far too much stress without any relief for a long time, not a great thing before going into heat. He merely set the extra cutlery aside and kept the extra napkins within reach if necessary. He reached for the remote and turned on the movie. They ate in silence, watching as Perseus and his mother were cast into the sea, Zeus’ vengeance with the destruction of Argos, and had just witnessed Perseus fighting Thetis’ cursed son Calibos, losing his helmet of invisibility in the process when Bruce said,
“This is good.”
“The food or the movie?” Victor asked with a smirk as he finished his own, and debated about making another helping.
“Both, smart ass, but I really like the soup, any chance I could get the recipe?” Bruce had to have some of the best puppy dog eyes Victor had seen in a long while, causing him to laugh and say,
“Enough with the eyes, pup; I’ll give you the recipe before you leave in the morning, but for now, would you like a second helping?”
“Maybe later, thanks.” Both men returned to the movie, watching as Perseus sought the Stygian Witches for information on how to defeat the Kraken when Bruce started to feel a certain pressure in his bladder.
“Sorry, can I use your bathroom?” Victor merely nodded and replied,
“Of course; it’s at the top of the stairs, the door on the left. Do you want me to pause the movie until you get back?” Bruce only nodded before heading upstairs, not understanding where the sudden pressure was coming from. He sighed as he got there, seemingly just in the nick of time. After he was done, he flushed and had just started washing his hands when a painful headache suddenly ripped through his head, so violently he lost his balance for a moment. He worried for a moment that his heat was starting early, but it was only 10:37, and even early symptoms didn’t start until half an hour until midnight. Bruce managed to calm himself and convince himself that it was simply a stress headache; some aspirin and he would be fine. He didn’t have any on him, and he really hoped Victor didn’t mind this intrusion into his privacy after he had been so accommodating, but the headache was just so powerful. He opened the medicine cabinet and almost wept in relief when he saw a bottle of fast-acting ibuprofen and was quick to grab two and dry swallowed them. He closed his eyes and waited until the worst of the headache eased, and then went to put the bottle back where he found it, only for his hand to brush another bottle, one that made his stomach drop and his blood run cold.
Divalproexine; a powerful mood stabilizer for Alphas. The nice, calm feeling Bruce had been experiencing with Victor Fries quickly went screaming out the window, and Bruce knew he had to get a hold of Alfred, or Jim, or Harvey, Hell, he would take his chances with Selina and Tabitha right now. This feeling of desperation grew as the label on the bottle grew fuzzy and out of focus for a minute, making him fear that the headache may have not been a stress headache. He left the bathroom, tried one of the other doors, found a bedroom that didn’t look like it was used often, but not his jacket, so he stumbled into what he guessed was Victor Fries’ bedroom, and found his jacket and overnight bag he had packed slung over a chair in the middle of the room. He managed to make his way to his jacket on wobbly legs, feeling like a newborn deer, managed to get his phone out of the hidden pocket by his heart on the third try, and had just flipped it open when a strong hand grabbed it and pulled it out of his hand before placing atop a tall armoire where Bruce would be unable to get it.
“Now Bruce, you know we’re supposed to be maintaining a strict radio silence.” Bruce whimpered as Victor came into his line of vision, reaching for him, but Bruce scrambled back and tried to keep the chair between them.
“Y-you’re not a Beta, you’re an Alpha!” Bruce whimpered, trying to understand why he felt so weak.
“To be fair, Gordon never asked me what my designation was; he merely assumed that since I had no scent, and I didn’t show any aggression when unknown males came into my territory around my ill wife, that I must be a Beta, never once thinking that I used special scent-blocking soap so I could be around my wife who, thanks to her medication, could not handle strong scents anymore, even mine. As for my temper, I’ve always run on the cooler end of the spectrum. I found it useful to continue the deceit so I just continued using the soap.”
“B-but y-your wife!” Bruce found himself getting much warmer than he ever had been before, and was beginning to debate about the pros and cons of trying to run past Victor and into the night.
“I loved Nora dearly, but she always knew there was a chance she would get her family’s disease, so she refused to let me Mate with her and complete our bond, knowing it would kill me within hours after her death.” Another horrible thought entered Bruce’s mind, prompting him to try and dodge Victor to get to the door, only to be grabbed around the waist and hauled close to Victor’s chest.
“Your, your T-type! I should have realized with how thoughtful you were for my heat! Y-you’re a P-pr-” Bruce whimpered as Victor ran a broad hand up and down his back.
“The word you’re trying to say, little one, is, Provider.” Bruce whimpered at the ‘little one’ comment and the confirmation of something almost as dangerous as Jerome. Providers were the Type most Omegas dreamed of one-day meeting and having, being much more commonly seen in Omegas than Alphas though, like Omega Protectors, they did crop up occasionally. Providers were only ever happy if their partner was happy, so they would do things to make them happy. They were the ones who you would text you had a bad day at work, and you’d come home to your favourite pyjamas laid out, your favourite movie all raring to go, a bowl of popcorn in the microwave, and someone ready to hear about how lousy your day was as they rub your shoulders and ask if you want to take a bath after the movie or just a nice hot shower and cuddle afterwards.
Yes, the Provider was seen as the most desirable Type of Alpha, and the one most romanticized in television and novels, despite it being the rarest of Type for Alphas. But the Provider, like everything else in life, had a dark side too, one that could be dangerous. For one, Alpha Providers could be highly protective and possessive of their partners to the point of, for example, beating the shit out of a guy who was merely talking to said partner. For another, few Providers could understand that, yes, you make them happy, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t have friends who also make them happy. As for their protectiveness, if their loved one was ever hurt or ill, there would be nothing stopping them from making said loved one happy and whole again; nothing. And that was if they had a significant other if they didn’t and they found a potential to latch onto… let’s just say Hollywood didn’t cover that aspect.
Victor started to pick Bruce up and move him towards the bed, causing Bruce to try and struggle, knocking his overnight bag off the chair, and something slid out of it. Before Bruce could ponder too much about what had slid out, he found himself wrestled onto the bed, where Victor then proceeded to move his leg between Bruce’s right near his dick. Victor started moving his leg up and down, providing Bruce with unwanted stimulation, causing him to whimper. It got even worse when Victor started thumbing Bruce’s nipples through his shirt.
He hated the clothes he had chosen to wear for tonight as he again cursed his designation; he had been feeling for the last three days like he was going to burst out of his skin. On the first day, Alfred had changed his silk bed sheets for satin and given him a satin shirt along with loose-fitting, trousers made from something called micro-modal; whatever it was, it was soft and cool. Bruce had initially rejected them, going for his usual cotton slacks and shirts, but they had felt like coarse steel wool on his skin. Alfred had again given him the soft, cool material to put on, without the ‘I-told-you-so’ look he loved dishing out, and instead had a sympathetic air about him, which may have made it worse. Bruce hadn’t wanted Selina to see him in such pretentious and ridiculous clothing, but she hadn’t made fun of him, saying that a lot of the Omegas she knew went for the softest fabrics they could afford when it was time for their first heat. She even revealed that Tabitha and Barbara had started figuring out the best materials for her, comparing different swatches and asking her which felt best, and her birthday was more than a week after his. She had joked and said it felt like she got a pair of Sugar Mommy’s, as they even had one of the Sisters of the League keeping watch over Selina to make sure no one tried anything with her. Bruce hated that he cried that night, hating the change in fabrics, hating he and Selina, both so independent, had to be ‘guarded’ as they approached their heats, and HATED how much a small part of him liked the feeling of being treated as though he were something precious.
These clothes were the same material as those the first night, but they were simple pull-on, pull-off clothes as Alfred didn’t want to take the chance of him ripping something. Victor seemed to like this as he leaned down and mouthed Bruce’s nipple through the shirt, nipping at it, stimulating it terribly. He must have felt as though the other nipple was feeling neglected, and that Bruce was out of it enough that Victor’s weight could keep him pinned as he started pinching and rolling the other nipple as his other hand grabbed Bruce’s hip as though to keep him grounded. He tried to push Victor off of him, but he might as well have been a minnow going up against a Great White Shark for all the good it did him.
“You need to stop fighting me, little one; I’m going to take such good care of you,” Victor said as he left Bruce’s nipple and started licking, nipping, and kissing Bruce’s neck, thankfully not too close to Bruce’s scent gland. Bruce whimpered as his neck, nipples, and cock were all stimulated, and he felt as though he were a soda can being shaken up, just waiting for someone to pull his tab so he could release all his pressure. He whimpered as Victor seemed to find a sensitive spot he liked right behind his ear, and Bruce felt even more pressure build. He couldn’t get off on this; being tortured by Jerome would be preferable to this! He tried to bring his leg up to hit Victor in the balls; yeah it was a cheap shot, but he was desperate here! Victor moved to the side to avoid the hit and Bruce tried to surge upwards, only for Victor to growl and shove Bruce back down on the bed, and wrap one hand tightly around Bruce’s neck, his fingers grabbing the scent gland, hoping that would make Bruce go limp as he said,
“Calm down, little one, before you hurt yourself!” Whatever Bruce had intended to say was cut off when Victor’s fingers dug into the scent gland; instead of making him go limp, which happened whenever anyone grabbed anyone’s scent gland, Bruce did three out of character things. He moaned good and loud, not in pain but pleasure, he came in his pants before Victor even managed to get their shirts off, and Bruce called out,
“Daddy!” Victor was shocked but happy about this development as he reached down with his other hand and milked Bruce’s cock until the kid was as limp as a wet noodle. As Bruce tried to regain both his breath and some of the brain cells he just lost, Victor quickly got to work in removing Bruce’s clothes as the drug he had given him only lasted for about a half-hour and he could tell, just by looking at Bruce’s body, he may be an Omega but he was a strong Omega. After Bruce was naked, he was quick to tie Bruce down on the bed with some scarves that wouldn’t bite into the skin, leaving enough slack so he would be able to turn Bruce onto his stomach. As he finished tying Bruce’s legs down, his eyes caught on the object that had fallen out of Bruce’s, which was a box on the larger side of the small scale, wrapped in paper. He went to pick it up and put it somewhere safe as it looked like an early birthday present when he noticed the card attached.
Hey Bruce, happy birthday! I got you some stuff to make your first heat more enjoyable. ;) -Selina
Victor distantly remembered that Bruce had something of an on-again, off-again friend named Selina something, and he wondered just what she had gotten him so, seeing Bruce still a little out of it, opened it. He was a little shocked by the contents before chuckling and brought the package to set down on his bedside drawers. He had intended to make this heat memorable for the kid, and his friend just hit him with inspiration.