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Tim loves Kon. He really does.

He wouldn’t be jumping on Kon’s cock if he didn’t love him, right?

“Fuck, babe,” Kon growls in pleasure as his grip on Tim’s hips tightens, “You feel so good around my cock. Perfect.”

They’re in a nice hotel room, warm lights falling over their naked bodies. The curtains are closed, yet Tim feels – watched, it’s the effect of the giant mirror in front of the bed they’re in. Impeccable crystal reflecting the image of Tim, naked as the day he was born, riding Kon like an expert. The beauty of it all worth of a painting. Even if Tim says so himself, he looks wonderful like this, all blushed and needy as he supports his weight with one hand, using the other to keep his omega cocklette up, giving Kon a better sight of his cunt being fucked.

Tim looks at their reflection, watching how his tiny breasts bounce with every jump he gives, going up and down cutely, pink nipples all hard and shiny from where Kon had sucked them eagerly.

If they were to film themselves, Tim’s sure they would sell more than anyone else. Tim’s so pretty it hurts, and Kon is very handsome, although Tim wonders if he has started seeing Kon more attractive than before due to his big cock fucking his needy pussy just right.

“Tim, Tim, I’m gonna come,” Kon moans lowly, moving one of his hands all the way to Tim’s face, cupping the omega’s doll face and caressing his cheeks. It’s intimate, tender, honest affection. Tim feels guilty at it, and he leans into the touch with desperation, closing his eyes at the known feeling of being at the edge of tears.

“Yeah?” Tim says as smugly as he can, ignoring the bitter taste he has on his tongue, “Are you going to come inside of me, alpha? Is my pussy that good?” he says with arrogance, moving his hips in the way he knows that makes Conner crazy. Poor boy moans louder.

“God, babe. Yes, just like that – like that!”

Hot cum fills Tim almost immediately, and the omega moans and whimpers as his hips jerk uncontrollably. Kon’s knot is tying them together already, and Tim opens his eyes again to see his own belly swollen and stretched. He will need help cleaning himself up.

“I love you so much, Tim,” Kon says sweetly, the smell of happy alpha flooding the room and overwhelming Tim.

“I love you too,” the omega replies as he blows a kiss to Kon. It’s not a lie, and Tim loves Kon so much that he wouldn’t mind getting claimed and married, but a heartache takes place on his chest anyway.

He loves Conner, and yet –

*

*

“Are you using the toy I gave you?” Ra’s questions on the other side of the phone. His voice is hoarse, his breathing loud; Tim knows he’s jerking off.

Tim’s currently whimpering and trembling due to the vibrator inside of his cunt, so perhaps it’s only fair that Ra’s gets a bit of fun too.

“Y-Yes,” Tim cries before moaning, trying to hide his sounds on his pillow, oversensitive as the toy keeps vibrating against his G spot without pause, “Do you, hmm, need a picture?”

Ra’s chuckles in the other side, a deep low alpha chuckle that makes Tim’s knees tremble. How would it feel to have those man’s lips against his cunt? Against his cocklette? That beard would surely itch, burn on his delicate skin, but Tim thinks it would feel good too.

And Ra’s would look extremely hot with his chin wet on Tim’s slick.

“I’d adore our usual evidence, yes,” Ra’s says amused, the sound of his hand masturbating his cock clearer now. It’s a wet, sticky sound, and Tim wonders if Ra’s uses lube or if he’s one of those alphas that just produce that much pre cum. The possibility makes Tim blush.

“Give me a second,” Tim cries as he raises his phone to turn on the camera. It’s hard to get a good angle considering the situation, his legs trembling and cunt overstimulated; his cocklette isn’t even hard, Tim’s body too tired after having sex with Kon in the morning (when they were supposed to be attending a conference about college options) and almost begging Tim to stop.

The head of his poor cocklette is swollen and red, cunt wet and sticky. His ass hurts too, still sending small spams of pain as punishment for the lack of lube used hours before. Tim doesn’t want to imagine how it would have hurt without a condom (Kon’s very big and thick).

The photo is taken, an explicit image of Tim’s bare cunt fucked by the vibrator. The school’s skirt is pulled up, the shirt opened to expose Tim’s emerald bralette. Ra’s likes it when Tim isn’t naked; particularly, he seems to enjoy Tim in his school uniform. Shouldn’t that make Tim uncomfortable and realize this is wrong?

“Did you get the picture?” Tim gasps on the phone, already crying and tempted to take out the toy and just pretend for the rest of the session. Ra’s makes a weird sound, something like growling but savoring at the same time, his tongue licking what Tim assumes must be his fangs.

“A magnificent view, beloved,” Ra’s praises, “Such a beautiful creature, a pity I’m not there to breed you properly, my little omega.”

Tim knows it’s just dirty talk, just role play. He knows Ra’s has three children and two grandchildren already, he knows that Ra’s was married to an omega he loved intensely and that after her death Ra’s had never dated anyone else. He knows that Ra’s only wants to fuck him and use him like a whore, but Tim still whimpers at the impossible scenario of Ra’s actually breeding him, filling him up until Tim is heavy with his pups, and he wonders how it would be to be mated to Ra’s.

Conner deserves so much better than Tim, doesn’t he?

“I want you,” Tim cries as he comes painfully over the sheets of his bed, ashamed at how he squirts, making a mess of the bed, “I want you,” he repeats pathetically, closing his legs uncomfortably, side eyeing at the wet slick staining the sheets. God, he’s truly a bitch.

“Of course you do,” Ra’s says. There’s no sticky sound this time, either he came at the same time as Tim or he stopped, “I will transfer you the usual, Timothy. Ah, and I will be busy this next week, so don’t expect my call. Have fun with your boyfriend.”

Ra’s hangs up, and it feels like a knife stabbing Tim’s chest. Tim takes out the vibrator angered and embarrassed, biting his pillow before screaming in shame. He feels dirty.

He cries and cries until he falls asleep.

*

*

Jason, despite everything, adores Timothy Drake-Wayne.

They have a long story (really! They do!), but mostly Jason is just awfully and horribly weak to Tim’s ethereal beauty and elegance. Maybe it’s because Tim was born in a rich family, but the Drake omega has this — mesmerizing look of an aristocrat queen from an old painting. Sometimes Jason is sure Tim’s a sort of reincarnated Marie Antoinette, since only that could explain the fact that Tim is the most beautiful flower in all of Gotham.

That pretty face, those full lips, those big blue eyes with thick eyelashes, that seducitve body with the tiniest waist and wonderful legs… If Tim didn’t want to be cat called then he should have thought twice before being born in that provocative body. And yes, Jason knows the implications of this idea, but God, how could Tim, with that blessed beauty, wear such inviting clothes and expect alphas to behave?

Tim was asking for it.

“Fucking jerk!” Tim hisses when Jason, taking advantage of Tim gluing a cartel for the winter dance on the wall, spanks him shamelessly. It’s a loud hit, an obscene sound taking place when Jason’s big hand slaps Tim’s round ass with the thin short skirt (and well, Tim’s panties too) as the only barrier.

People at the academy liked to say Dick Grayson, the awfully young gym teacher, had the best ass. And sure, Dick as an omega is, without doubt, a ten out of ten. But Jason always finds himself shaking his head, arguing that Tim’s ass is better. Cute and plump, bouncing adorably when Tim uses those mini shorts for gym class or that tight swimming suit. It had looked its best on that short-skirt of the cheerleaders’ team, and Jason growled at the memory of Tim jumping and then doing a perfect split, unaware of Jason’s eyes over him.

(At least Jason only watched. Ulysses and others were pervert enough to film Tim during his practice and then sell the videos for a rather high amount of money).

A pity that the director had suspended the cheerleaders’ team until new notice, this after they suffered too many issues regarding alphas harassing the poor omegas on those slutty skirts – better said, Tim being harassed everyday and breaking too many noses –.

“Missed you too, babybird,” Jason purrs smugly as he avoids Tim’s slap directed at his face and uses that chance to take Tim’s wrists with his hands, crushing Tim against the wall and putting his knee between Tim’s legs. Tim hisses at him in response, showing his tiny yet pointy omega fangs with menace.

It's cute.

“I will break your nose this time, Todd!” Tim growls, struggling to get out from Jason’s grip. The alpha chuckles, leaning closer to the omega and inhaling as hard as he can, filling his nose with Tim’s delicious aroma. Tim has been smelling sweeter lately, more – fertile, than usual. Even teachers have noticed it.

Jason had never seen professor Jean-Paul write an A++ in an exam so fast, neither him blushing when an omega student went to his desk to ask a question. Whatever Tim is doing to smell stronger and be even more of a temptation, it's working too well.

“I’d like to see that,” Jason laughs as he lets his eyes travel through Tim’s body. Is it him or do Tim’s small tits add to the appeal? They are so tiny, so round, Jason’s sure he could fit them whole in his mouth and suck them until Tim came loudly and messily.

“Stop looking at me, fucking pervert!”

Todd whistles, “Is it true you are fucking with that Luthor boy?”

Tim frowns, but he stops moving, “Kon is my boyfriend. And it’s stupid that you call him a boy, you’re only two years older than us.”

“He might be tall as a tree, but he’s naïve as a pup if he’s dating you.”

“I will regret asking, but why?”

Jason exhales loudly, eyes hungrily undressing Tim, fangs itching at the view of Tim’s bare neck completely exposed, “Well, because you’re a whore.”

He expects a kick in the balls, instead, Tim smiles.

“Am I?” Tim purrs smugly, changing his defensive position to a seductive one, arching his back and limbs going soft under Jason, “Then why haven’t you had the chance to fuck me?”

Jason blinks, confused at whatever is going on, “I have considered that you’re a classist bitch and you wouldn’t dirty yourself sleeping with the street rat some rich ladies picked up,” he admits bitterly. He loves Ivy and Harley, but it’s impossible to forget that they only adopted because Harley couldn’t get pregnant. Sure, they could have adopted a baby instead of Jason, but the feeling of being a charity act has always followed Todd around like a shadow.

Tim giggles, guilty, “How did that song go? I’m a material girl!” he hums, winking at Jason, “I’m expensive, Jason.”

“Bet I can afford it,” the alpha murmurs, getting his mouth closer to Tim’s, “And bet I can fuck you better than Luthor can.”

(‘Which Luthor?’ is what Tim wants to ask, but manages to keep inside of his head only. Although suddenly he sees himself being fucked by Lex and Kon at the same time, reduced to the omega pet of the Luthor house. One could dream).

“Really?’” Tim says with a childish tone, pouting as he moves his face enough to avoid Jason kissing him, “Because I’m used to, mmm, certain type of alphas, you know?”

Tim’s a size queen. Good. 

“I assure you, Tim, you won’t want another alpha after one night with me.”

Jason lets go of Tim’s hands, and he’s rewarded by Tim turning around, pressing his ass against Jason’s crotch and using his hands to hang himself from the alpha’s neck, “Yeah? Is that so?”

After confirming the hall is still empty, Jason takes Tim by the hips, making the omega press himself against Jason even harder, rubbing teasingly over the clothes, “I promise I will make you forget about him, Timmy. You won’t want anyone else.”

Tim moves his ass again, an expert movement that steals a choked moan from Jason. Tim laughs, clearly feeling how Jason is already half hard, and he uses one hand to guide Jason’s to his chest, cupping the omega’s petite left breast over the shirt and bra, squeezing hard.

“Do you like me, then?” Tim questions.

Jason raises an eyebrow, too overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of Tim’s butt rubbing over his cock, “I can’t believe you’re asking that. I like you, princess. I like you too much.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“I’d do anything to fuck you.”

“Anything?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Tim turns around again, stepping on his tip toes to face Jason. Tim’s red lips are slightly opened, his eyes are half closed, as if he were high. The pink glitter eyeshadow contrasts beautifully with Tim’s black eyelashes, giving the omega a cute look that’s uncanny of the bitchily nature of Tim.

“In your dreams, nasty dog,” Tim whispers before smiling. And then, as if Jason weighted nothing, Tim holds his wrists and throws him away.

Jason falls on his back, hitting his head and going violent instantly.

“You fucking - !” But he can’t finish the sentence, soon tasting blood when Tim’s heeled black shoe steps on his face. Roughly.

Tim just broke his nose.

“I told you to stop being annoying,” Tim sings with fake innocence, daring to giggle cutely before moving his feet again, this time kicking Jason down in the crotch.

“Fucking cunt!” It’s the only thing Jason can say, tears trying to escape from his eyes and blood filling his mouth and throat.

Tim only laughs, showing Jason both of his middle fingers with a sweet smile before blowing a kiss.

*

*

“How do you know Jason won’t tell the director about this?” Bart asks innocently as he brushes Tim’s hair. While most people would assume Tim had enslaved Bart, it had been quite the opposite; the Allen omega, for some reason, adored to follow Tim around and help him.

Mainly, Bart likes to brush Tim’s hair, get him a coffee, paint his nails… And sometimes, when they’re alone, massage Tim’s neck and back, arguing that Tim is always too stressed and should do some exercise. Like going to Bart’s house and swim with him.

If Bart had bigger tits and green eyes instead of golden ones, Tim would have already given up rejecting his sexual advancements and embraced them instead, maybe that way he would stop dreaming about Lex.

“Jason won’t tell anyone about this because he’s ashamed an omega kicked his ass,” Tim replies confidently as he retouches his chin and nose makeup with his compact powder, “He had it coming. I told him to stop harassing me.”

“I guess you’re hard to quit,” Bart says – kittenly. He puts the brush away and clings to Tim in what has to be the most homosexual way possible, “Hey, Tim, are you really dating Kon?”

“Yes.”

Bart throws a tantrum.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend!”

“We didn’t make it formal until two weeks ago, we had to see if things worked out,” Tim sighs, “Please don’t tell me you and Jaime want a double date with us. We know Jaime and Kon don’t get along.”

“No, I don’t want that,” Bart answers, voice calmer yet annoyed, “I’m angry at Jaime, anyway.”

“May I ask why?”

Bart shrugs, “Have you ever dated someone despite liking someone else? But I mean, really like them, not just you finding them attractive. I’m talking feelings and everything,” the redhead mutters, basically sitting on Tim’s lap at this point.

Tim thinks of Lex, and then of Ra’s.

He likes them, but does he love them? He loves Kon, that’s undeniable, and yet, Tim fantasizes about Lex, and keeps selling himself to Ra’s.

“No,” Tim lies, “If you want someone else, why don’t you just go and date them instead?”

Bart seems to think about it, and then, with a cute blush on his cheeks, he kisses Tim.

Bart’s lips are soft, and they taste like the cherry balm Tim uses as base for his proper red lipstick. An expected fact, since Bart always borrows it from Tim with the excuse of leaving his makeup bag at home. Looks like it’s not as innocent as Tim thought.

“I have to go to class,” Tim says the moment Bart separates their lips, and Tim gets up so fast that Bart falls to the grass, confused and heartbroken.

“Tim?”

“I’m sorry, I - ” Tim picks up his backpack, trying to think of a good reason to reject Bart that isn’t about him liking Kon’s mom or Damian’s grandfather, “I’m dating Kon, Bart. I’m sorry.”

Tim walks away from the garden, getting lost in the school until a big rough hand pulls him to a corner. It’s Kon.

“I screamed your name, but you didn’t answer,” Kon says, a worried gesture on his face, “Why were you running?”

Tim swallows, and concludes it’s best to let Kon know this, even if it’s the least important problem their relationship is facing, “Bart kissed me.”

Kon tilts his head, “Yeah, I saw that. Kinda hot, if I’m honest.”

“What!?”

“I mean, Bart isn’t ugly. And you’re always hanging out together and hugging and kissing in the cheek…” Kon smiles nervously when he notices Tim’s eyes burning holes on him, “Look, I used to think about it before we were dating, I’m sorry. If it helps, you with any omega is pretty hot.”

“I can’t believe this,” Tim growls, passing a hand through his hair, messing it up, “Just because I might be bisexual - ”

“Hey, weeks ago you were babbling about how hot my fucking mom was and how you wanted to suck his tits, and now you get angry because I happen to find another omega pretty?”

Tim clenches his jaw, “So, you think Bart’s pretty.”

“We aren’t having this fight,” Kon argues, crossing his arms with annoyance, “If I’m fine with you having a true sexual interest towards Lex, why can’t I look at other omegas and think they’re pretty? None of us is doing anything! They’re just fantasies!”

Except Tim has been doing a bit more than dreaming about Lex. And that Tim got his heat triggered by Lex twice. And that Tim has been receiving money on his debit card every week after sending nudes to Ra’s al Ghul while they talk on the phone.

Then, why is Tim angry?

“I have to go to class,” Tim practically whimpers, getting free from Kon’s embrace and running up the stairs without real path.

“Hey, babe! Tim! Come here!” Kon screams, but Tim doesn’t turn around.

He doesn’t go to any of the afternoon classes, and Tim knows Mr. Valley and Mrs. Grayson will report that, but he doesn’t care. He stays hidden on the audiovisuals room, laying sadly in a corner and calling Ra’s again and again, breaking down as the answer machine replies every time.

All of sudden, Tim hates Bart and Kon a lot.

*

*

It started when Tim added Ra’s on Facebook.

He didn’t even know why he did it, but after talking about Lex with Ra’s and feeling Ra’s’ hungry eyes over him, Tim had felt, somehow, powerful. Obviously, Tim had always been aware of his sexual attractiveness, and he used it often, but this was the first time he truly realized the things he could get just by being pretty.

Weeks before, Tim had been disgusted at Ra’s shamelessly undressing him mentally, nausea and contempt taking over him when he caught the alpha trying to get a glance under his skirt.

Weeks ago, Tim had labeled Ra’s as a pervert old alpha.

But after that night at Kon’s house… Tim wasn’t thinking normally, in fact, he wasn’t thinking at all. Suddenly he wanted more, he wanted everything. Tim knew he was a bitch, the typical mean rich cheerleader, if he had to admit it. But that wasn’t enough, and possibilities were dancing on Tim’s mind after processing how Kon had fallen to his knees when Tim went into heat.

So, Tim wanted to see how much he could get by being pretty, and once he had analyzed Ra’s’ reactions that afternoon, he made his movement by adding the alpha on social media.

The next day, at lunch time, Tim had gotten a message from Ra’s, a short yet polite text: “Hello, Timothy. What a delectable surprise to see that you no longer despise my attention.”

Ra’s had taken the bait.

It took exactly three days, but eventually Ra’s called him (after Tim had casually dropped his phone number on their too courteous talks, a blatant invitation). It was late, and Tim was supposed to be asleep, but knowing that Bruce was at Selina’s place, the omega answered.

“Hi.”

“May I ask what you are trying to get, Timothy?” Ra’s asked without preamble, his voice deep and slightly hoarse. Tim recognized the breathing, without doubt, the alpha was smoking. The mental image was too appealing to Tim.

“Why do you assume I’m trying to get something?” Tim murmured as hurt as he could, lying in his king size bed and hiding his face on one of his many pillows, “Maybe I just want to talk to you.”

Ra’s laughed, and it was the most arousing sound Tim had ever heard.

“I wonder what happened to you that made you, ah – how do I say it? Expand your horizons.”

“Excuse me?”

“You loathed me not long ago, however now you’re here, doing all you can to get my attention,” Ra’s made a sound with his tongue, a sort of clicking mixed with a ‘Tsk’. Tim blushed, taking a teddy bear from the opposite extreme of the bed to hug it.

“You’re being mean to me,” the omega complained.

Ra’s stayed silent for a while, then he exhaled loudly, “It was red.”

Tim gasps, “I don’t - ”

“Your underwear. It was red. And you were showing it to me in purpose. You wanted me to see you, Timothy,” Ra’s’ breathing got louder, slower, “What do you want from me, shay' jamil?”

The omega snorted, hugging his plushie harder and closing his legs strongly. Which wouldn’t make much sense, since Tim’s pajamas were a cute pair of satin white top and shorts; except Tim was, without any logical reason, getting a bit of slick.

“You like me,” Tim stated in a whisper, eyes fixed on the giant body mirror on the wall. Despite the distance, Tim could see his reflection perfectly. He looked a bit childish, the pajamas not very sexy, his face all clean, hair carefully tied up in tiny sleep-in braids with lilac ties, arms crushing the teddy bear against his chest.

Tim was sixteen, becoming seventeen next summer. Yet, whenever he wasn’t wearing his makeup nor dressed in his carefully selected (slutty) outfits and teasing the hell out of needy alphas, Tim felt like a child.

“Are you going to expose the obvious facts all night, my dear?” Ra’s questioned smugly, “Yes, Timothy, I like you. I’m confident that you’re used to alphas liking you, if not adoring you. Were you going to pretend to not be aware of your beauty? That would be beneath you.”

Tim took a breath, “How much do you like me?”

“Enough to steal you from your father, bind you to be my bed and breed you like a harlot,” Ra’s replied without second thought. It wasn’t a gentle answer, actually, it was pretty rough. Nevertheless, Tim loved it.

“I was thinking an arrangement could be made,” Tim said after a while, turning around to not see his reflection anymore, “One that could get us both things we want.”

“I’m listening.”

There’s no need to say that, days later, Tim had received a payment of four hundred and fifty dollars on his debit card. Ra’s had received exactly fifteen photos of Tim behaving inappropriately on the bathtub of his room. It was just the first of many transactions, and it just took days for Ra’s to start sending Tim packages of toys and clothes he wanted to see on Tim. And perhaps Tim wouldn’t have cared much about how low he had fallen, if it hadn’t been for the fact that Ra’s stopped visiting Damian on Bruce’s house.

Ra’s didn’t want to see Tim in person anymore, and Tim felt like a used whore who was thrown away after the fun ended.

*

*

“You look wonderful,” Ra’s whispers on his ear. Tim, as expected, jumps and lets out a choked scream.

Thankfully, no one in the gala pays attention to them, too focused on their talks about business and wondering when Lex Luthor, the host of the event, will arrive. But let’s start in the beginning.

Tim and Kon were angry at each other, and Tim had gotten angrier after days passed and Kon did nothing to get Tim back. The Drake omega was burning in rage and offended like never, his aura so bitter that even hot-like-hell Mr. Valley had asked if everything was okay, if Tim was having trouble with his adoptive father, if Tim wanted to talk.

Tim had been awfully tempted to kiss him, open his legs in invitation and beg Jean-Paul to fuck him over the desk and come inside of him. Maybe that would teach Kon to not let him uncared for, maybe that would remind Kon that Tim could get anything he wanted. But Tim had a headache, his panties and bra didn’t match, his mascara was lumpy and well, Jean-Paul didn’t look falsely concerned like other alpha teachers did; he looked genuinely worried about Tim. Jean would probably reject Tim and send him to the school’s social worker office.

Anyway, Tim was angry at Kon. Really angry.

Like some sort of infernal coincidence, Bruce had received an invitation to a gala hosted by Lex Luthor. It wasn’t December yet, but rich people adored winter, and if Lex Luthor invited you to a gala, then you assisted.

Bruce, of course, wasn’t a normal alpha, and he had frowned when opening the invitation to later throw it away like nothing. Tim couldn’t help but ask him why he didn’t want to go, and why he didn’t use the chance to introduce Selina as his formal girlfriend. Bruce had already told Tim and Damian that Selina would, more likely, move to the manor with them; things were serious, it was only logical that Bruce would introduce her to his social circle sooner than later.

(And Tim, for once, was excited at the idea of Selina living with them. That meant he was going to have access to the wardrobe of an omega who had his exact same measures and taste, only that Selina had already showed she owned way sexier outfits than Tim. A natural scenario, since more often than not, Bruce would reprimand Tim for his choosing of clothes and force him to return them. But if Selina moved in, Tim could steal a couple of clothes and wear them outside of the house.

Particularly, he’s looking forward to borrow Selina’s black bodycon dress. If it had managed to make Bruce Wayne commit to a relationship, Tim can’t imagine what he can get from the hormonal alphas of his classmates).

“Lex is impossible,” Bruce had growled with disgust, “He thinks he owns the world and humiliates everyone around him.”

“I think he’s very graceful,” Tim murmured as he picked up the invitation, remembering how elegant Lex was dressed that night Tim had dinner at Kon’s place, the softness of his voice, the beauty he possessed, the wonderful aroma flooding the air and the perfect manners Lex had.

Tim has gotten his heat triggered by Lex’s presence twice. He tries to not think much about it.

“He’s a bitch. Kent should have claimed him and taught him his place.”

The Drake omega couldn’t hide his annoyance, “Lex is extremely smart, he has been leading his company since he was twenty-three, and he graduated the first of his class!”

Bruce hadn’t liked that, and he had taken Tim by the chin roughly, looking at him with interest.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking Tim, but I won’t let you become the brat Lex Luthor is. You will finish the academy, you will assist Gotham’s college for young omegas, and once you have a title hanging in the wall, you will get a nice husband whose last name isn’t related to a fucking slut!” Bruce growled without pause, his holding on Tim so strong it hurt.

The omega just nodded, almost falling when Bruce let him go so fast that it ended in a push. Bruce didn’t see Tim hiding the invitation behind him.

“Now get changed. You look like cheap whore.”

(Tim had been wearing his school uniform).

That’s how Tim ended in his current predicament, wearing an elegant emerald dress and a black coat. Silver earrings, necklace and heels shimmered beautifully on his skin, simple makeup allowing his black eyeliner and red lips catch all the attention. Damian had puffed, saying that Tim looked like an imitation of Jessica Rabbit who didn’t have money for the breast implants. Tim had thrown a powder brush at him, smiling when it actually hit the alpha pup’s head.

Until now, Tim had been bored, waiting for Lex to arrive (if Kon won’t apologize to Tim then Tim might as well get the attention of the person he dreams with) and scrolling on his phone while drinking champagne.

Out of nowhere, Ra’s appeared. Like a ninja.

“You scared me!” Tim yells before realizing, lowering his voice instantly and putting his glass away when a waitress passes by, “What are you doing here?”

Ra’s, arrogant as always, smirks, “I’d never say no to a gala hosted by Alexander Luthor. He might be – difficult, and not someone of my liking, but he’s still the CEO of one of the most important industries my own company has business with,” and Ra’s shrugs, “This is work.”

“Sure,” Tim utters as he carefully saves his phone inside his tiny purse, sinking his acrylic nails on the hard glimmering metal, “And you’re alone?”

Ra’s takes a whiskey glass from a waiter’s tray, giving it a sip before looking at Tim again. Funny, it’s the first time Ra’s looks directly at his eyes without glancing at his legs and chest before, “Talia doesn’t enjoy these events, neither does Nyssa. And my son Dusan is too busy with his own family.”

“I always assumed alphas like you had – dates ready at any moment,” Tim murmurs mostly to himself, taking the luxury of inspecting Ra’s’ outfit from tonight: Expensive emerald and golden suit made to his measures. Black shirt and shoes, golden watch on his wrist. To anyone passing by, it would look like Tim and Ra’s were a couple.

Tim had chosen green (emerald) after reading an interview where Lex said his favorite color were both green and purple. Now Tim is furious at himself for not wearing the violet mermaid dress he had tried on earlier today instead. But he had wanted to show his legs so badly…

“Do you mean escorts?” Ra’s laughs, giving another sip to his drink, “Trust me, shay' jamil, I don’t usually pay for any type of company. My charm is more than enough.”

The omega blushes violently before huffing, nails still sinking on his purse and raising his eyebrow in disbelief, “Is that so?”

“It is. You’re an exception, an expensive one, if I may add,” Ra’s finally lets his eyes go down, looking at Tim’s cleavage in heart’s shape tight to the skin, framing his petite round breasts, “But you’re more than worth it.”

It says a lot about Tim that he doesn’t slap Ra’s after being compared to an escort, doesn’t it? Then again, Tim is selling himself to Ra’s.

The thought shouldn’t hurt Tim like it does, after all, he has been doing this for weeks – no, months. But the situation makes him ashamed anyway, sinking in his stomach like acid and sending cramps to his whole body. Janet Drake had raised him better than this and Bruce… Bruce hadn’t raised Tim at all, but he made sure Tim didn’t need anything and that the omega enjoyed all the luxuries a Wayne did, so why was Tim doing any of this? What was the point of short, quick pleasure and excitement if later he spent hours crying and feeling used? Why does he even find Ra’s attractive? When did Tim start changing?

Tim still remembers the first day of class of the semester, when he sat next to Kon and winked at him. He had been decided to make Kon love him back, and there had been no one else in his thoughts, or at least, not in the same way Kon was.

Now, Tim is nothing but a mess of unstable feelings and wishes.

“Timothy?” Ra’s calls him, smile gone and eyes concerned. Tim wakes up, remembering his reality.

“Sorry, got lost in my mind.”

“I can see that,” a final sip to his whiskey glass. Tim sees the golden rings on Ra’s’ fingers, beautiful jewels in different shapes, shimmering emeralds and rubies, a cute tingling making its way to Tim’s ears when the metal hits the glass. This close, Tim can see Ra’s’ eyes better, noticing a thick black eyeliner on the waterline he had never seen before. It makes the alpha’s eyes look even sharper, the green of his irises standing out.

Ra’s is very handsome, and Tim wonders why he hadn’t noticed that before. Ra’s is intriguing, and time has been so generous with him.

(How did that saying go? He’s like wine, the older, the best).

“I have offended you,” Ra’s concludes as he gives the empty glass to some employee that passes by, “It wasn’t my intention, Timothy.”

“It’s fine,” Tim says, brushing his hair with his fingers nervously, “Do me a favor, don’t tell Bruce I came here.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know,” the omega shrugs, “I don’t know why you would do anything. I don’t know you at all.”

“Perhaps we could…”

“Timothy! Ra’s!”

The sweet aroma of lilies, mint and candy hits them at the same time. Gentle arms take Tim by behind, embracing him in the sweetest of gestures, red curls brushing against his cheek and green eyes glimmering.

Lex has arrived, and the first thing he has done is go to Tim and hug him. Tim’s stomach is filled with butterflies.

“Mrs. Luthor,” Tim murmurs, feeling too light and purse almost falling out of his hand. His knees are trembling, his lips are dry, and warm is traveling all the way down his body.

Lex smiles, still embracing Tim with gallantry and winking quickly at him before raising his eyes to see Ra’s. Despite Ra’s being awfully tall (taller than Bruce), Lex doesn’t have to stretch much to face him. Never has Tim seen such a tall and wide omega, and never has Tim felt like melting in the arms of another omega.

“Ra’s,” Lex says politely. His tone is neutral, but there’s an arrogant smirk on his lips.

It doesn’t steal a drop of beauty from him, though. Lex looks ethereal on his purple suit that highlights his figure; black shirt opened enough to give a glance of his wonderful breasts that look even better than last time Tim saw him.

“Hello, Alexander,” Ra’s replies bitterly, but smiling, “I see you know Timothy; may I ask where you two met?”

“Our dear Timothy here is dating my son, Conner. You attended Conner’s debut party; do you remember?”

Ra’s’ smile gets wider, and Tim swallows, doing his best to not cling in desperation to Lex. God, if Lex knew what Tim had been doing there’s no doubt Lex would slap him and ban him from seeing Kon again.

“I remember, yes. Young Conner takes a lot after his father, doesn’t he?”

Like a knife to the heart, Tim thinks. Yet Lex does nothing but smile and laugh aristocratically, unaffected by Ra’s’ words; “I like to think Conner carries the Luthor elegance and pride.”

“Surely, he does. Allow me to ask, when are you planning on letting go of Timothy? You are holding him like a kitten,” Ra’s laughs, pointing with his eyes the way in which Lex keeps Tim held by the waist tightly, forcing Tim to hide on his chest. As if protecting him.

Lex tilts his head, “Why, Ra’s. I will let him go once you leave, otherwise you would eat our poor Tim alive.”

Oh.

“I would gladly eat you both, Alexander,” Ra’s purrs.

“I need to use the restroom,” Tim whispers, trying to get out from Lex’s arms. He feels dizzy, hotter as the seconds pass and his legs getting weaker. It’s the third time this happens to him, at this rate, his suppressants won’t work anymore.

It would be troublesome to end up pregnant. Even if the pup were Kon’s.

“I will guide you. If you excuse us, Ra’s,” Lex speaks smoothly, easily grabbing Tim and turning him around to basically carry him through the marble floor. It feels like a blink, and when Tim realizes it, they are in a sort of empty living room, Lex carefully placing him over a couch.

“You’re going into heat,” Luthor states, hand touching Tim’s forehead for a moment before sighing, “and it’s taking over you pretty fast. I will call Bruce.”

“No!” Tim whines pathetically, hands coming back to life and pulling Lex’s coat with need, tears already running down his doll-face, “Stay!”

Lex looks at Tim with something akin to pity, “I can’t do that, Tim. I wouldn’t usually mind, but you are dating my son.”

Tim cries again, louder, “Don’t leave.”

“I know heats are horrible, and I know that right now you feel rejected,” Lex explains slowly, kneeling next to him and holding his hand, “but once this is gone, you’ll realize I did the right thing.”

That could be true, but the omega in Tim doesn’t want to listen. He whimpers, stretching his body so fast Lex reacts too late. Tim’s face lowers, leaning closer to Lex until the inevitable happens, their mouths meeting in a chaste kiss.

Lex tastes like cherry sweets mixed with wine.

“Why do omegas always feel the need of putting on a show?” an alpha voice laughs at the distance, strong steps walking towards them and spicy smell managing to overpower Lex’s and even Tim’s.

Above them, Ra’s’ eyes glimmer with hunger.

*

*

“You cannot touch me,” Lex says to Ra’s as they take off Tim’s heels, the young omega lying on the giant hotel bed, dizzy on fever and needy like a cat, “But you can watch.”

“As if I hadn’t touched you before, Alexander,” Ra’s mentions smugly, giving another look to the mess Tim is, slick staining the dress and sheets, eyes dark and unable to focus. The prettiest thing Ra’s has had in years.

“My rule stands anyway,” Lex replies tiredly as he gets rids of his coat and shirt, immediately surrounding Tim with his body and giving the omega in heat a kiss in the nose, then he purrs arrogantly, “Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying the view, old man.”

Ra’s chuckles, undoing his tie while sitting on the chair next to the bed. He looks at Lex and Tim with amusement and desire, but all he does is take out a cigarette and light it parsimoniously, “Aphrodite cursed Erymanthus with blindness after he saw her naked, still tainted with Adonis’ love and passion. What will you do to me, I wonder?”

Lex admires the blush on Tim’s face, an adorable pout on his lips, mind full of disorientation and need thanks to the heat overwhelming him. Lex can’t blame Kon for following Tim around like a puppy, the Drake omega is certainly a delightful creature.

A sweet, begging omega, and he’s begging for Lex and Lex only.

“I will keep your secret if you keep mine,” Lex promises before getting to action, finally kissing Tim again. It has been quite the time since Lex had the chance to bed an omega as pretty and sensitive as Tim, and it’s deliciously flattering that the poor boy would go into heat whenever Lex was around. Even after years of omegas falling to his feet, Lex still enjoys the reminder that he, another omega, could get what alphas couldn’t.

Would Ra’s be offended? Or is his desire stronger than his pride?

Tim moans in the kiss, melting as Lex undresses him with expertise. The coat, the dress, the white lacy bra and wet panties fall one by one to the floor, the sound of silk in the air being the only noise the room hears for a while. But the moment Tim’s naked, he opens his legs in invitation, trembling hands wasting no time and pulling Lex again.

“Please!” is all Tim can say, tears messing his makeup.

“I think he wants you to fuck him,” Ra’s mentions, smoking calmly, no sign of arousal on his face or body except by shimmer on his eyes and dry lips being licked again and again, “And you’re wearing too many clothes for that, Alexander.”

“I know how to fuck an omega, thank you,” Lex affirms, but he follows Ra’s’ advice, getting rid of his bra first (and if Ra’s breathes louder at that, Lex ignores it) and next taking off his pants and underwear.

Unlike Tim, small in every way, with petite breasts and tiny cocklette, Lex’s wide silhouette towers over the Drake boy. Big, heavy breasts bounce as he moves, his cocklette is thicker and larger, as big as the average beta, maybe even as big as some alphas.

When Lex was young, it had embarrassed him. He had hated it, and spent years considering getting a surgery to make it smaller and prettier, the definition of an omega cocklette that could be surrounded with two fingers, pink and lovely like omegas were supposed to be. It took Lex years to embrace his body, to refuse society’s ridiculous standards and be proud of who he is. He’s glad he did it, otherwise he wouldn’t be here right now, leaning down to suck Tim’s sensitive nipple, his dick getting hard at the anticipation of what will happen soon.

Lex might understand alphas a little bit: There are few things as pleasant as fucking the pussy of an omega. And as much as Lex likes to be fucked (preferably by Clark, even if it’s their secret), he will never get tired of the feeling of power that comes with fucking someone else.

Tim cries when Luthor’s tongue plays with his nipples; the sheets are wet with slick and sterile pre cum of them both, the touch of skin producing the softest of noises, the room flooded of sweet omega smell.

Ra’s lights a second cigarette.

In a moment of enlightenment, Tim changes their position, pushing Lex against the bed and climbing over him like a true kitten. He’s red and covered in sweat, lost in his omega nature and thinking with his hormones. Tim goes down, cupping and sucking from Lex’s heavy tits like a hungry pup, whimpering and humping Lex’s thigh frantically. Lex moans, spams of pleasure traveling through his body all the way to his dick and cunt.

“Good boy, good boy,” Lex mutters as he pets Tim’s hair tenderly, caressing his cheeks and soothing him, “That’s it, good omega.”

It’s obvious this is Tim’s first time with another omega, and the thought, instead of making Lex stop this maddening (this is Kon’s boyfriend. Tim has been kissing and making out with Lex’s son), makes him proud and excited. He will be the first omega to take Tim, the first omega to touch him, the first omega to make him scream as he comes.

“Come here,” Lex whispers sweetly he makes Tim let go of his chest, guiding him back to the mattress, stealing another kiss before going down until his tongue is licking Tim’s abdomen. This close, the smell of slick is overwhelming, and Lex growls, fangs showing as he draws his way to Tim’s red and throbbing cocklette.

Tim won’t last much if Lex does what he wants to do, so Lex decides that can wait for later, and instead of taking that cute cocklette on his mouth, he licks his own fingers and uses them to separate Tim’s wet folds. There’s a dark pleasure in knowing that Kon, his son, has touched Tim like this too; that Tim has already cried and begged for the touch of a Luthor. Lex’s fingers open Tim carefully, two sighs being let out as the Drake’s pussy is exposed.

He's tight.

“Lex?” Tim somehow calls, broken and cutely, blue eyes shimmering in hunger and lust, “Lex!”

Two long fingers push inside of Tim, and Drake moans loudly, high and shamelessly, arching his back to get the fingers deeper inside of him, hips jerking in pleasure. Lex whistles in satisfaction, admiring the mess Tim is with after a few touches and kisses; is it the heat or is it just how sensitive Tim is?

“I suggest fucking him before the night ends, Alexander,” Ra’s voices. For a moment, Lex has forgotten the alpha is here, watching like the pervert man he is.

“Stop bothering,” Lex hisses before adding a third finger, smiling when Tim screams particularly high, nails scratching the sheets and toes curling at the pleasure, “He’s very tight, I cannot help but ask, why haven’t you fucked him before? It is clear you want to.”

Ra’s seems to consider lightning a third cigarette, but then desists of it, taking off his coat to hang it to the back of the chair he’s sitting in, “Timothy is young and unpredictable. How could I know if he would lean into my touch or slap me?”

Lex takes his fingers out of Tim, they’re shiny with slick, wet and sticky.

Tim tastes extremely sweet.

“I think he likes you,” Lex admits as spreads Tim’s legs, pushing the boy down so that Lex’s dick is rubbing against his folds, “He has broken the nose of plenty of alphas for less than looking at him.”

Ra’s exhales, as if regretful, “He’s a feisty one.”

“Is he now?”

“Reminds me of yourself. When you were younger, that is.”

Lex frowns, the short yet vivid memory of him being fucked by Ra’s and – someone else, passing through his mind. He hadn’t even been drunk or high or in heat, he had just been horny. Sleeping with Ra’s hadn’t been bad, the problem was who the other person was. Even now, Lex tries to scrub that person off his skin.

“Looks who’s talking,” Lex replies before guiding his dick to Tim’s entrance. It’s a tight fit, but omegas have the ability to stretch amazingly, something Lex is planning in taking full advantage of.

In and out, that was the easy part. Finding a rhythm that didn’t overstimulate himself and Tim too fast was the hard part.

“Ah, ah, ah!” It’s all Tim cries as Lex fucks into him gently, hands caressing his hips, lips kissing his forehead. Lex doesn’t have a knot, Tim’s pussy being slapped by Lex’s hips obscenely, so close yet so far from the redhead’s cunt. Lex is fine with that, he isn’t in the mood of being fucked right now, and something tells him that Tim isn’t into fucking other omegas on his tiny thin cocklette either.

Lex likes control, but he doesn’t know if Tim likes to be controlled.

“You can fuck him harder than that,” Ra’s argues as he gets up and walks towards them, sitting in the corner of the bed and picking up Tim’s panties on the way, “Unless you need me to show it how it’s done.”

Lex ignores him, kissing Tim again, smiling when the boy reciprocates it this time, biting Lex’s lips and sucking them with a gesture that could only be described as dreamy. Tim feels wonderful around his dick, wet, warm and tight, squeezing him deliciously and trying to suck him in, poor boy doesn’t understand Lex is unable to get him pregnant.

“Ahhhh!” Tim screams, closing his eyes and trembling when Lex hits him particularly deeper. Next to him, Ra’s snarls and leans down, face inches away from Tim’s, hand still playing with Tim’s white wet panties. Lex can see that Ra’s is (finally) half-hard.

“Are you close, my shay' jamil?” Ra’s questions before kissing Tim’s cheek so chaste that it feels foreign to what they’re doing, specially when both Lex and Tim moan seconds after those words, coming messily at the same time.

Lex, coming inside of Tim’s cunt. Tim, coming over his own belly and the sheets.

“I need some water,” Lex murmurs as he gets out of Tim, his dick oversensitive and pussy still aching, demanding something inside. Lex caresses Tim’s hipbone one more time before getting up, walking towards the mini fridge of the hotel room, naked and shiny, not caring to cover himself as he opens a cold-water bottle.

He's not surprised when he sees Ra’s unbuckling his belt, taking out his already hard and wet cock. Alphas are, by nature, big. But Ra’s is rather big even for someone so tall, which Lex hates. Why would the world give this horrible man such a nice thick cock?

“Don’t break him,” Lex warns him. This time is Ra’s who ignores him, too busy forcing Tim to turn around, face against the mattress, ass raised obscenely. What do alphas have with presenting position, anyway?

“Beautiful,” Ra’s mentions as his fingers draw Tim’s wet folds, the slick of Tim mixed with the sterile cum of Lex, glimmering and sticky to the touch. Tim’s hole is stretched, gapping due to the absence of a knot, and Ra’s, without bothering to take out his rings, pushes three fingers inside of Tim.

Tim whimpers, too sensitive and trying to get away, but Ra’s uses a hand to pull his hair and keep in place quickly, fingering Tim roughly and fast, an alpha growl echoing in the walls.

“He’s still so tight,” Ra’s comments, adding a fourth finger without waiting for Tim to adjust, “What do you think it would take for him to stop being so tight?”

Lex snorts, giving another sip to his water bottle, “You want me to say he needs your knot, don’t you?”

Ra’s smiles, showing his fangs. Not that Lex can see him in the angle they’re in, “Maybe. It did take out that bratty attitude of yours… For a while.”

“Quoting you, fuck him before the night ends.”

When the words leave Lex’s mouth it’s almost too late, Ra’s already taking out his fingers from Tim’s slutty cunt and replacing them with the head of his cock. Despite what Tim has taken before, he still cries when Ra’s pushes in, his cock too big inside of Tim’s tiny body.

“Alpha! Alpha!” he cries in a mix of pain of pleasure, hands scratching the pillows and legs trembling. Ra’s moans when he’s finally inside of Tim, lowering one hand to place it over Tim’s belly, where a bulge can be both be seen and felt.

“Shhh, shhh. Be a good omega, Timothy,” and, in what perhaps could be muscle memory, Tim reacts to Ra’s’ voice, staying still as Ra’s fucks him roughly and without tender. A harsh in and out stretching him further than never, his insides being railed and ruined as Ra’s pushes into him again and again.

He's not wearing a condom. Tim’s in heat. It could –

“Perfect. Wonderful. Magnificent,” Ra’s praises Tim with a hoarse voice, fingers going up to caresses Tim’s wet in tears face cheek, “you’re doing so well, taking your alpha like a good bitch.”

That must trigger something in Tim, because he comes again. And he does more than staining his own belly and the sheets. This time he squirts, a splash of slick leaving his body with a pornographic sound, falling over the sheets almost like water.

It doesn’t take long for Ra’s to come too, growling and saying incomprehensible words in Arabic as he fucks Tim faster and harder, hands leaving bruises in his hips and fangs biting the skin of Tim’s neck and back like a beast.

Tim passes out after that, the feeling of hot cum filling him up barely registered by his body, the feeling of a knot tying him up to an alpha completely ignored. And the guilt for cheating on Kon is completely inexistent.

*

*

“This is an emergency suppressant,” Ra’s says as he injects Tim’s arms carefully, cleaning the micro wound the needle has made with a cotton wet in alcohol, “I gave you one yesterday, and with this one it should be more than enough.”

Tim, wearing the hotel’s robe and with his makeup messed up, nods, “Lex left, didn’t he?”

“Your heat triggered his. Alexander is older, and he wasn’t as overwhelmed as yourself. His assistant came to pick him up and make sure he stays home for the days his heat lasts.”

“Why didn’t you call Bruce?”

Ra’s raises an eyebrow, “What was I supposed to tell him? That I found you in heat and fucked you for hours before remembering you were underage and that my duty was to return you to your parents?”

Tim shrugs, “You could have said you had found me in a corner, used by someone long gone.”

“Don’t make things more complicated than what they already are, Timothy,” Ra’s advices him, walking away to pick up a tea cup from the tray collocated in the table. He ordered breakfast while Tim was asleep, “This suppressant works perfectly, the failure rate is almost zero. You won’t be getting pregnant.”

Tim bites his lip, “That would be troublesome, wouldn’t it?”

“I have three children already. That’s more than enough.”

“You could have used a condom.”

“Are you – Ah, I see what you’re doing,” Ra’s smirks, crossing his arms as he lets his weight be supported by the wall, “If you were to get pregnant, don’t you think I would demand a paternity test?”

Tim gets up, walking towards the bathroom. His legs and hips hurt, his body is tired, filled with bruises and hickeys he will have to hide. He’s almost glad the cold weather is finally here, “Why do you carry emergency suppressants?”

“I used to be a doctor. Before inheriting my father’s business.”

“You were a doctor?”

Ra’s tilts his head, “Why are you interested?”

Tim opens the door of the bathroom, nausea taking over him as he sees cum falling down his legs, dirtying the floor.

“I’m not interested,” he lies before locking himself in.

*

*

There was something on his mouth.

It was big, thick, wet. Tim knew he had done this before, but he couldn’t understand what he was doing. Everything felt like a dream, a too vivid dream.

“I wonder what Lionel would think of you, Alexander,” Ra’s said as he held Tim’s face roughly, fucking into his mouth hard and rough, “For all the things he tried, you still ended up like this.”

Lex, deep inside of Tim, hissed.

“Shut up.”

“He was always worrying about you; poor man couldn’t stop thinking you would never get an alpha and have children,” and here Ra’s groaned, stopping his thrusts inside of Tim’s mouth for a moment to avoid finishing too fast, “You got pregnant, but you never married.”

“Why do you care?” Lex moaned, hips jerking faster, hands keeping Tim’s ass cheeks spread, “Isn’t that good for you? That I’m a depraved omega hated by everyone?”

Ra’s went back to fuck Tim’s lips, slower this time, “I was just thinking how much Tim is like you, but at the same time, he isn’t.”

“Just because he likes your cock doesn’t mean he will marry you.”

“I don’t want to marry him,” Ra’s corrected, tone slightly confused, “we wouldn’t work together. He needs someone gentle, and I’m not gentle.”

“That I can confirm,” Lex murmured, growling before changing his angle to fuck Tim better, “You should leave him alone, then. You will hurt him.”

“Like Lionel hurt you’”

Lex’s eyes opened suddenly, shimmering in fury, “I told you to shut up.”

“I wonder,” Ra’s kept going, “if Bruce has done that to our Timothy here. Would explain why he needs so much attention.”

The redhead omega rolled his eyes, and later purred as he came again inside of Tim, falling on the bed immediately, hot and tired.

“I don’t think so. I believe Tim just wants to be loved.”

*

*

Tim’s busy counting the money of the cash register they used to receive the payments for the winter dance when Kon appears.

He’s not holding a bouquet of flowers, nor a teddy bear, nor a box of chocolates, nor a balloon, nor a letter. It’s just Kon, looking not-miserable-enough to produce pity on Tim.

“Hey,” Conner calls him, trying to put his hand over Tim’s shoulder. Tim frowns, moving quickly and avoiding Kon’s hand touching him. It seems to offend the alpha.

Good.

“What do you want?” Tim questions as he puts the money back, adding a post it that says the exact quantity there is and the list of the people who paid in time. Tim thought he would be attending the dance with Kon, but if things don’t change between them…

“I want to talk.”

“About what?”

“About us, Tim!” Kon growls, hitting the wall with a fist, never looking away from Tim, “This has gone too far. You can’t keep being angry at me!”

That’s true, and Tim doesn’t have any moral superiority as to pretend he can be angry at Kon, but that doesn’t mean he will forgive Kon. Tim’s petty, and at this point? He doesn’t care.

“Do you think Bart is prettier than me?” Tim asks directly, too tired to play this game anymore.

“What?” Kon says, then, “Are you still obsessed with that?”

“Do you think he’s prettier than me or not?” Tim repeats, louder and angrier. There’re people looking at them, whispering.

Kon is silent for a moment, swallowing so hard Tim can see it, “No, Tim. I think you’re the prettiest omega of the world.”

But there’s doubt in Kon’s voice, and his eyes are looking up at the right side. Kon’s right-handed. Kon’s also lying.

“Fucking liar!” Tim hisses before slapping him. Hard.

Kon doesn’t call him this time, frozen and shocked as Tim runs away, not looking back until his breathing is cut and the cold wind hits his face. He has run all the way to the stadium of the school.

His coat and backpack are still in the school, and Tim, covered only by a purple turtleneck sweater over the school shirt and with thin black thighs doing nothing to stop the trembling of his legs, falls down, hugging himself and letting out a pathetic cry.

“Timothy,” a soft voice with a French accent calls him. Tim gasps in shame when, after raising his eyes, he meets the ice blue eyes of professor Jean-Paul Valley.

“Mr. Valley, I - ”

“You will catch a cold,” Jean-Paul says as he takes off his elegant brown coat and, without permission, puts it over Tim’s shoulders. He doesn’t seem to care about it getting dirty, and he sits next to Tim, looking at him with concern and kindness, “Are you okay?”

No, Tim’s not okay. He has been skipping meals, he has been skipping classes, his makeup is never right, Ra’s hasn’t called ever since they fucked in that hotel room and Kon couldn’t even fucking apologize!

“I’m fine,” Tim says, looking away from the young alpha teacher. He doesn’t think he would be able to lie to those sensitive eyes hidden behind thin eyeglasses, Tim wouldn’t be able to lie to that handsome face framed by long golden hairs, Tim wouldn’t be able to lie to that soft tender voice.

“You don’t look okay,” Jean insists, stretching an arm to cup Tim’s face carefully, “Why don’t I walk you to Brian’s office? He’s a good listener.”

Brian Bryan. The school’s beta therapist. No, thank you.

“I said I’m fine!” Tim yells, getting up and throwing the coat away. It’s a useless lie, his face wet in tears and fists shaking. Jean looks at him for a moment before getting up to, walking towards Tim slowly and then taking Tim’s hands in his.

The omega hadn’t noticed how cold his hands were until Jean-Paul’s warm hands covered his.

“Then why don’t we go to my office? Would you prefer that? It’s not too big, but I have coffee and cookies.”

Tim, for once, stops trembling.

“I…”

Kon isn’t here. Kon didn’t follow him.

“I’d like that.”

Being carried like a princess by the hottest teacher he has had doesn’t solve Tim’s problems, but at least it makes him feel less awful for that day.

*

*

Three days before the winter dance, Kon appears on Tim’s doorstep. It’s raining and cold, it’s also almost midnight and Tim was supposed to be sleeping and not opening the door to a drunk Kon.

Kon’s also carrying a bouquet of red roses.

“I’m sorry, Tim.”

Tim loves Kon. He really does.

He wouldn’t be hugging and kissing Kon under the rain and ignoring Bruce’s screams if he didn’t love Kon, right?