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It was the Omega’s job to care for the Alpha, when they got sick.
Tommy stood outside the flap of his tent, shivering in the wind and clutching a bowl of Mooshroom Henry’s soup. He’d spent at least a couple minutes like that, waiting for nothing, oddly unsure of himself. Which was inexcusable, really. He needed to go in there.
“Tommy…” a voice whined out from within the tarp, weak and slightly nasal. He could smell the slight distress wafting from inside.
Alphas needed an Omega, to protect them when they’d fallen ill. It was one of their sacred duties.
That was why Tommy stayed in Pogtopia, after all. Wilbur was his brother, the Alpha of their two-person pack. So when they were growing up and he was sick by means of illness, Tommy clumsily nursed him back to health, and when they were exiled and he was sick of the mind, Tommy stayed and watched him succumb to himself. Stayed by his bedside of stone and gunpowder until their father came to pull the plug with an unsheathed sword.
He was a good Omega.
“Tommy!” the voice snapped out, summoning whatever strength they had to make it carry across the empty plain. The scent grew sharp with an Alpha’s will, commanding.
He parted the tent flap and stepped through.
Dream, the admin of the entire server, Head Alpha and unofficial ruler of the SMP, was lying on his rickety cot, coughing and sniffling under the only blanket Tommy had to give him. As he entered, the man peered out from the scratchy wool, disheveled and bleary-eyed. His hoodie, and more notably his mask, were tossed to the side of the tent, forgotten entirely. He had nothing to hide, no reason to worry that someone might see his face at his weakest moments. No one else was going to visit Tommy. No one ever did.
“Where were you?” he croaked accusingly, trying to look intimidating as Tommy sat beside him. He was practically hanging off, there was so little space.
“I told you man, I was getting soup. From Mooshroom Henry.” Dream let out a small sound of acknowledgment as Tommy shifted to place his knees under the admin’s upper back, lifting him to a more upright position. “He’s a fucking legend, honestly, you should say thank you.”
“Thank you,” Dream murmured, almost childlike, as Tommy held his head up with one hand, using the other to bring the bowl up to his lips.
Wow. And I mean, what the fuck?
Honestly, he’d been saying that to himself from the moment Dream stumbled through the portal that morning, clearly under the weather. He hadn’t even managed to start their usual routine before he just collapsed on the dirt outside Logstedshire. Not that Tommy had been looking forward to the explosive bonding session. Or that he wasn’t grateful and honored by his best friend’s visit, obviously. It was just fucking weird. He was pretty certain the castle had a whole wing of Omegas to serve the needs of any ruling Alpha, especially the admin.
The thought had him blush suddenly, and he shook it away. He wasn’t serving Dream’s needs, it wasn’t like that. He was taking care of his friend. He had only just fully presented, still practically a pup, he wasn’t ready to be doing anything more than just… playing at his role.
Dream made a subtle motion to lean away from the soup bowl, and Tommy moved it off his face, placing it atop a chest to the side. For a moment he sat there, a hand still cupping the back of the admin’s head, who was coughing wetly as Tommy tried to figure out what to do next. Should he get water? Let him sleep? What did Dream want? Tubbo usually got cranky, wanted to be left alone. Wilbur… he used to pet his brother’s hair, hold his hand. Now, he had Dream, and he didn’t know what to do with him. Except to get him off his lap. He placed an arm under Dream’s back at the opposite side, planning to gently lift him off his legs as he got back up.
Before he could, Dream shifted, resting his head against the teen’s stomach and curling an arm around his waist, almost burying himself into the teen’s abdomen. With Tommy’s hands still on him, it looked very much like some sort of embrace. He felt his face grow hot and red as Dream sighed into his tattered shirt, breath very warm against the thin cloth.
“H-hey! Dream that’s- this is- Dream!” He stuttered out, pulling lightly at the man who clung to him. His only response was a soft, annoyed grunt. Tommy tried again, firmer this time.
“Dream, let me go! Now!“ He yanked at the man’s shirt.
A ticking growl ripped through the air, the kind used almost exclusively for unruly pups. Tommy was familiar with its meaning. Behave. His hands stilled at the sound, dropping back to hold the admin in his lap. When Tommy stopped disturbing him, Dream hummed contentedly, bringing his other arm up to hang his claws loosely into the back of Tommy’s shirt, shifting his weight to rest more comfortably in the teen’s lap.
What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.
The single thought seemed to loop in Tommy’s head as sat there, holding a fully-grown, Head Alpha, in his lap like a child. A clingy child, tucked up to an Omega for safety and comfort. Something you’d only see in public out of the weakest members of their society, a display of pure vulnerability. The whole scene was straight out of a parallel universe or some shit, where Dream wasn’t the most powerful person on the server, or someone who’d bite your head off if you ever implied otherwise.
Sure, Dream was touchy enough with everyone, it’s not like he kept them at arm's length. Especially not Tommy. But, he always seemed to adhere to the kind of behavior expected from a Head Alpha. This kind of… weakness, it was really only accepted between close family members, or mates. In private. Tommy shook off another blush.
Dream was very sick. He wasn’t thinking clearly. And he needed Tommy to take care of him, just like he’d been taking care of Tommy. If Dream was trusting him, asking for comfort, even if it was really… unorthodox from a newly presented Omega, still technically a pup, then Tommy would help him. Absent-mindedly, Tommy began to pet Dream’s hair, hearing him start to purr.
Tommy was being a good Omega.
As time passed, Tommy could feel Dream relax further and further against him, his head slipping from its place against his stomach to trail down, inch by inch, to his crotch. Something he’d barely noticed, caught up in his own thoughts, until Dream’s feverish breath washed directly over his groin. A jolt of pure electricity arced through Tommy’s body as he froze, brain stuttering into shocked silence.
“D-Dream, you- mnm!” He couldn’t hold back the noise at the next exhale, felt the area around his entrance tingle with the unexpected stimulation, nerves sudden alight. No one had ever been so close to him. This went beyond unorthodox. “Dream p-please let me go, please!” The admin growled in warning again, seemingly ignorant to Tommy’s plight, as his claws extended where they were gripped against Tommy’s back, just a light pressure.
With every breath, the blistering warmth seemed to seep into his skin and pool into his stomach. He’d felt it a couple times before, not often outside the couple heats he’d already been through, but he still recognized the way it twisted in his insides. Arousal. Surging in small waves with every soft, relaxed pant against his groin.
It was awful. It felt so good. He had the sudden, near-uncontrollable urge to grab the weak and sickly alpha by the head and- and push him down against it, feel his mouth-
Tommy started to shake, he- he didn’t know what to do, Dream wasn’t letting go! He started to push, gently but insistent, at the man’s head, hoping to move him away from the area, trying to lift him off again.
Only to quickly pull away when Dream snarled, snapping his teeth where the hand had been placed on his cheek. Mere centimeters from his crotch.
Tommy’s entrance immediately gushed at the primal display of aggression, so close to him, and he slapped a hand over his own mouth, catching the desperate moan. His scent suddenly bloomed around them, filling the tent. The embarrassment of the entire situation, and especially of his own awful, omega body, had him trembling in the grasp of the sick, oblivious Alpha. He started to tear up, overwhelmed.
“Alpha, please move. Please.”
Dream glared up at him, his claws digging in even further.
“Why?” he growled, uncaring of Tommy’s visible distress.
What is wrong with you? Are you scent-blind? How can you not fucking realize-
Almost as soon as he had the thought, Dream sniffled under him, clearly congested beyond any relief as he continued to pant against Tommy’s crotch.
And now he felt awful. And completely ashamed. Dream probably had no idea what was happening, Tommy was just too sensitive and hormonal and now he was prioritizing himself and his own stupid feelings over the Alpha that had sought him out for simple comfort. The Alpha that was his only friend. He needed to be there for him. He needed to do his job as an Omega. He needed to find a compromise.
“My- my legs hurt, Dream. I need you to move, so I can… stretch them. Please.”
He tried to wipe away the tears while Dream grumbled against him, waiting and hoping for him to let him go. Instead, Dream pulled at him, tugging on his shirt.
“Lay down.” When Tommy started to protest, he growled again. “Now.”
It seemed to be his best option.
Tommy moved to lay where Dream had given him space, hesitating briefly before ducking under the covers when Dream lifted them up for him. With so little room on the small cot, he quickly gave up laying on his back in favor of his side, facing away from the man and inching as far forward as possible, trying to give him ample space.
A pointless attempt, when Dream curled his arms around him, one under his chest and the other on his hip, and swiftly pulled him against his own body, crushing them together. On instinct, Tommy tried to launch himself away from the grip, only to be yanked backwards with another snarl, right into his ear, freezing him on the spot. Tommy made a small noise, eyes wide as he lay in the admins grasp, closer than ever before. His heart picked up, beating like a small bird in the jaws of a predator.
And he lay there like that for minutes, terrified by the man sniffling and coughing behind him. Pressed so closely together, Tommy could feel how he burned up, even through their clothing. Dream held him like- like a mate. He was tracing his claws against his hip, he was leaning his head to mouth at his ear-
This was too close. This was more than comfort. This was something you couldn’t explain away as anything but-
“Mmm… That’s a good Omega.”
He could smell it now. Dream’s weak lust, wafting over him, hidden until now by the smell of sickness. His own scent was sharp with fear, mixing unpleasantly with both their arousal until the tent was sour with it all. Dream sighed against his hair, held him just a little tighter.
“So good for me.”
He could feel Dream panting now against the back of his neck, almost as ticklish as the claws skittering up and down his side. The muscles of Tommy’s abdomen tensed and jumped at the sensation, but it didn’t make him laugh. Rather, that pool of warmth in his stomach seemed to rise in high tide, his skin burning in the places where his shirt rode up, directly touching the fevered man against him.
“What- what- what are doing Dream? This isn’t- don’t-”
He felt Dream’s head duck into the crook of his neck, sniffing uselessly at his scent glands, before mumbling against his skin.
“I wish I could smell you right now, I bet you taste amazing.”
Tommy could feel something prodding him through his clothing, as Dream ground against him. That- that was a dick. Dream was- Dream was really mounting him.
He wanted to throw up. He wanted to- to press back into him. He was leaking so much now, it was disgusting. Probably staining through his pants where Dream rubbed against him. Tommy shook, whining out like a frightful pup.
The admin only groaned in response, clutching his hips to pull him back as he started to grind at a regular pace.
He’d never done anything like this, he felt so lost, limp as Dream moved against him, heart pounding with a mixture of terror and arousal. All he could do was stare at the white tarp walls of his tent and listen to the groaning of the wooden cot while Dream thrust harder and harder, practically smacking him with his hips. Every jerk of their bodies had Tommy grow desperate for something, the stimulation only enough to make him leak and flutter uselessly around nothing. It was so hot under the blankets, pressed against an already feverish body, that the sheets under them were completely drenched with sweat.
As Dream’s movements grew rough and uncoordinated, Tommy made some kind of.. strange keening noise in the back of his throat, one he’d never heard before. It only seemed to spur the admin on, who called out in response, like he knew what it meant. It soothed something inside Tommy. He didn’t even understand what.
Dream’s pace started to lose it rhythm, as each panting breath turned into a desperate throaty growl. He was stuttering into him, claws piercing the flesh at Tommy’s side as he thrusted, once- twice- before-
On instinct, Tommy lurched forward, clapping both hands down on the soft skin of his neck, as Dream’s teeth snapped shut around the empty space where his scent glands had been, just seconds before. The man let out a frustrated, whining moan behind his clenched teeth as he came against the teen’s backside, breeding and mating nothing but cloth. It seemed impossible, but Tommy could feel how Dream’s cock throbbed and twitched against him, even through their clothing. It pressed into the wet spot on Tommy’s crotch over and over, like it was searching for him, trying to breed him even at the very end.
In seconds, claws withdrew from Tommy’s flesh, grip relaxing as Dream settled against him with a whoosh of air. His breath — still labored by his congestion, but steady now — brushed the back of Tommy’s hair, snuffling gently. What had started as a soft purr in the back of Dream’s throat slowly died back into nothing but the occasional rumble.
Dream had fallen asleep.
But Tommy was still leaking heavily, an unfamiliar pulsing sensation moving through his entrance while he lay there in silence. His was so riled up, and desperate, and now it was all over, and that was good cause he didn’t mean for it to happen but now- he- he didn’t know what to do, he felt so- so-
Quietly, afraid to wake Dream up, he burst into tears.
Tommy sat by the fire pit, stoking the weak flames with a stick while he listened to Dream scold him.
“Tommy, I was sick. I couldn’t help it.”
“I know.” You didn’t even try.
“You probably triggered my instincts with your scent, so it’s your fault.”
“I’m sorry.” You said you couldn’t smell.
“You’re very lucky I was able to control myself, we could have mated Tommy.”
“Thank you Dream.” You tried to mark me.
“You’re not ready for that Tommy. But you’re a very good Omega. I’m glad you took care of me. That’s your job.”
… I know.