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The problem presented itself about a year after their last encounter with saving the world.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Professor Elm says, walking out of his office holding a clipboard filled with several papers. “I have some forms to fill out, and I need to know all your classifications.”
Gold glances up from where he’s goofing off with Silver, neither of them doing the lab work the professor believes he’s interrupting. “What for?”
“A new law was recently passed, providing more protections to employees based on their classifications,” he explains, briefly frowning at him when he notices the lack of work being done. “I only need an answer to the one question. Nothing more.”
Both him and Crystal, who is actually working like the role-model employee she is, answer the professor’s question without problem, each giving their answers of alpha. When the professor glances at Silver, pen hovering over the paper he scribbles Gold and Crystal’s answers to, Silver doesn’t say anything. He stares at Elm, a blank expression on his face.
“What’s your classification?” Elm prompts, glancing at Gold as if he could answer for Silver.
Silver opens his mouth, but still doesn’t say anything, like he’s contemplating the question. It’s a simple question, one anyone can answer without even thinking, and even Gold doesn’t know what has him held up. Hair falls over his face as he ducks his head, obscuring his eyes.
“Ah!” Elm says, pushing up his glasses before tucking the pen back into the top of the clipboard. “If you'd like to discuss this in private, we can talk in my office.” Gesturing at the empty room, he steps to the side, likely expecting Silver to take the offer since he seems opposed to saying anything out loud.
“No, no, it’s not that,” Silver finally responds, frantically waving his hands. “It’s just… I… I don’t know.” A hint of shame laces his tone, and his hands fall to his lap, curling into the fabric of his jacket. He begins to bounce his leg, a common nervous habit of his.
Reaching over, Gold takes one of Silver’s hands into his own. “Don’t know what? What he’s asking you? He’s just asking if your an alpha, beta-”
“I know that!” Silver shoots back, ripping his hand from his grasp and elbowing him hard enough to almost knock Gold off his chair. “I… I don’t know my classification,” he admits, scooting away from Gold.
“Dude, it’s not hard to figure out. You either have ruts, heats, or you’re a beta. Not complicated.”
Silver raises an eyebrow at him, confusion swirling in his eyes. “I guess beta, then?” He doesn’t sound confident in the slightest, more like he’s guessing than anything.
“No,” Crystal interrupts. “Male betas have ruts too, they’re just less potent than an alpha’s.” She spins in her chair to face them. “Have you not presented?”
A slow shake of Silver’s head is the only response they get.
“You definitely should have presented by now. It’s rare for anyone over sixteen to not have. And you’re over a year past that deadline,” Elm mumbles, though seemingly more to himself than any of them. “When’s the last time you saw a doctor? Have they said anything about your abnormal presentation status?”
Another head shake, combined with a faint, obviously embarrassed, blush that Silver’s trying to hide behind his hair. “I haven’t been to a doctor in… a while.”
Elm glances between Silver and the paper. “Well I would suggest you see one. For now…” He hums to himself, tapping his pen against his chin. “I’ll just leave this blank. But as soon as you can get me any information, I would appreciate it.”
Silver nods, and Elm leaves, leaving the three of them sitting in silence. Gold and Crystal lock eyes across the room, and Gold raises a brow at her. He’s never heard of someone not presenting before sixteen. All this time, he simply thought Silver was a beta. There was nothing he saw that pointed towards Silver being an alpha or an omega, so beta was the only option left.
“You really haven’t presented?” Crystal asks, using the same tone she does when talking to young kids or scared pokemon. The tone she uses when trying to be gentle.
“No.” Neither of them were expecting the answer to be any different, but the need to ask again still made itself known. “I don’t think so. Could I have presented and not known?”
Crystal shakes her head. “Not likely. Presentation heats and ruts are typically more powerful than any other, even in betas, so the likelihood that you presented and didn’t realize is slim.”
“Don’t worry about it too much, dude,” he says, trying to figure out a different topic to switch to, since this one seems to be upsetting Silver. “You’re probably just a late bloomer. I’m sure you’ll present soon.”
Gold wakes up in the middle of the night a week after that conversation to a hot breath blowing directly against his neck, a pressure on his chest, and a warm body pressed as close to him as seemingly possible.
When he tries to pull away, the room and his bed feeling way too hot for late winter, and the blankets almost suffocating him with heat, the warmth pressed against him doesn’t budge. A whine rings through the room, high-pitched and needy. In the back of his sleep-riddled mind, Gold has the distinct thought that it sounds eerily similar to the whines he hears omegas make in the pornos he watches to get through his ruts.
“Silv,” he groans, trying to toss the blankets off himself. If he can expose at least some portion of his body to the cold air of the room, it should help him feel less hot and sweaty. “We’ve talked about this.” The blankets refuse to budge, and he realizes that Silver’s laying on him in a position that has him almost completely on top of him, trapping him underneath the blankets and in the sweltering heat. “If you’re going to sleep with me after a nightmare, don’t wake me up.”
Despite Silver laying overtop the blankets, not under them like Gold, his body heat seems to seep through the heavy fabric and abundant layers. Silver nuzzles his face into his neck, pressing his forehead directly against him, and the warmth radiating from him has Gold letting go of the last bit of sleep he was desperately trying to cling to.
“Shit, are you sick?” Pushing Silver away, he sits up, pressing his hand to his forehead and almost immediately recoiling from how hot his skin is. He’s burning up.
“Hot,” Silver mumbles, leaning into the touch. “Really hot.”
His eyes flutter shut, but when Gold pulls away, he pouts, the dim moonlight that spills through the cracks in the curtains providing just enough light for Gold to see his face. A faint smell wafts through the room, sweet like vanilla, but with an undertone that reminds Gold of the ocean.
It’s pleasant, like taking a walk along the shore of the small coast next to New Bark Town, yet concerning. Gold has long since grown used to his own smell, and this isn’t it. Whatever the scent is coming from, it’s not him. And it only grows stronger, almost becoming overwhelming as they sit there.
While he’s panicking, trying to decide whether the best course of action is to call Crystal, or just fly Silver to the nearest hospital with Togebo—because while he may not know exactly how strong Silver’s fever is, it’s still extremely high—Silver just stares at him. Like nothing is wrong. His half-lidded, fever-glazed eyes leisurely scan him over, seeming to pause on his chin before trailing lower, down to his neck. He breathes in quick, rapid bursts, chest rising and falling fast enough that Gold’s concerned he’s not getting enough air.
Every sign points to Silver being sick. Except for the fact that Silver’s not acting like he’s sick. The Silver he knows would never willingly come to him when sick. He’d be keeping his distance, trying to hide that anything’s wrong to begin with. Not sitting on his bed, trying to cuddle him while having a raging fever.
Silver leans forwards, tucking his head under Gold’s chin, and runs his nose along his neck. Directly over his scent glands.
His cock jumps to life at the action. Something so innocent, yet so intimate, from his best friend of all people, has him hard and feeling much like he does right before going into rut. The smell permeating the room doesn’t help either. Along with the pleasant, ocean-like smell, there’s something about it that tells the alpha part of his brain that the scent is distinctly omega.
Shoving Silver away before he can feel the growing erection, Gold scoots to sit with his back to the headboard, discreetly bunching up the blankets on his lap to hide the rapidly-growing tent that strains against the thin fabric of his boxers. As Silver readjusts himself, shifting until he's steady, and still facing Gold while continuing to do nothing about his fever, Gold notices the tent in Silver's own pants, along with the growing wet spot at the tip. Silver doesn’t try to hide his obvious erection, but squeezes his legs together, a breathy moan falling from his lips.
The sound shoots straight to Gold’s dick. He mentally curses, trying to will his erection to go down. There’s no reason why Silver should have him this turned on when he isn’t even doing anything that suggestive. Though even if he was, they aren’t compatible as mates.
The realization comes seconds after he has that thought, remembering the conversation they had at the lab last week. Another wave of the distinctly omega scent hits his nose, and his eyes widen, finally understanding that the scent is coming from Silver. Which means that Silver is presenting. Right now.
And Gold has no idea what to do. They’re the only ones home, since his mother is gone for the next week, and as an alpha, he isn’t prepared in the slightest to deal with an omega in heat. If Silver actively came to him, he probably won’t put up with sitting in a room by himself for the next four to five days, especially considering that Gold doesn’t have any omega sex toys on hand. That’s a recipe for having Silver jump a random alpha in desperation. Which may very well be him. Not that he would complain if that were the case, but with Silver’s pheromones going haywire, he’d be likely to do something he doesn’t want, and he doesn’t want to take advantage of his best friend like that. Even if it would end with him getting laid.
“Silver,” he says cautiously, trying to keep his eyes off the omega as his alpha instincts finally recognize the ‘omega in heat’ scent swirling around him. “You’re going into heat. You need to leave.” He knows that Silver probably doesn't have anywhere else to go, but even one of his safehouses, especially one of the ones isolated from society, would be safer for him than here.
Silver’s face drops, and he stares up at Gold with wide, sad eyes. “Why?”
“Because if you stay, there’s a high chance that we do something we’ll both regret.” His labored breathing matches Silver’s as he tries to only breathe through his mouth. The stronger Silver’s scent gets, the harder it gets for him to ignore the instinct in the back of his mind telling him to pin Silver to the bed and fuck him until he understands who his alpha is.
“But what if I want you to fuck me?” Leaning forward, Silver tugs the blankets away from Gold’s lap, brushing his fingers over his dick.
He growls, wrapping his fingers around Silver’s wrist and pulling him up to look him in the eye. “Don’t say that. You don’t know what you want.”
“Don’t tell me what I want,” Silver retorts, glaring at him as he rips his hand from Gold’s grasp, beginning to pull his shirt off. “I know what I want, and I want you.”
“If you keep talking like that, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” Cupping Silver’s face, he leans in, feeling Silver’s breath blow onto his face as he hovers his lips inches from Silver’s.
Their lips crash together. The kiss is hot, messy, and purely desperate. His hands wind into Silver’s hair, pulling him closer. A spike in Silver’s scent at the action has him leaning deeper into the kiss, the strong, intoxicating vanilla scent almost physically pulling him close. He wants Silver’s scent surrounding him. He needs it lacing the sheets of his bed, wafting through his room even when Silver isn’t around. Needs to smell it in his jacket after letting Silver borrow it on a cold day. Needs to press his nose directly into Silver’s scent glands and inhale the sweet ocean smell that belongs to his omega.
A hand returns to his lap, palming his dick through his boxers. This time, he doesn’t try to stop Silver, thrusting into the warmth of his hand. He slides his hands down to Silver's waist, rubbing circles into his sides before running his hands under his shirt. Heat radiates off his skin, pleasantly warm instead of the overwhelming heat from earlier.
His fingers run over the bumps of Silver's nipple, electing a quiet moan from him as Gold teasingly circles the bud. Taking both nipples between his fingers, he pinches down on them. Silver gasps, his eyes cracking open a sliver and allowing Gold to see the pleasure in his gaze. He wastes no time in shoving his tongue deep into Silver's open mouth, swirling their tongues together and groaning as he tastes Silver.
The hand on his cock pulls his boxers down, freeing him from the fabric and allowing his full length to bob in the open air. Precum beads along the tip, coating his dick as Silver takes the lubrication onto his fingers, smearing it around as he begins stroking Gold. It only takes a few strokes to have him at full length, the head of his dick rubbing against the tip of the tent in Silver's pants.
They break their kiss just long enough for him to peel Silver's shirt off, reconnecting their lips before the garment is completely off. The entire time, Silver never slows in his stroking, running his fingers from tip to base and swiping his thumb along the slit to grab the extra precum Gold produces. He doesn't even pleasure himself, focusing purely on rubbing Gold, even though Gold is sure he's desperate and needy due to the heat hormones.
Continuing to pinch and tease Silver's nipples with one hand, and smirking at the way Silver squirms from the touches, he slides his other hand to Silver's crotch. He lightly runs a finger along his dick, feeling it jump in response as Silver jerks into his touch.
A thin line of saliva connects their lips as Gold pulls away, looking at Silver with a half-lidded, lustful gaze. “Oh, you're so sensitive. Is this the first time you've done this?”
Silver nods, quiet, breathy moans falling from his lips as his hand stills on Gold's cock.
“Just wait until we get to the real thing. I'm going to wreck you.” He chuckles when Silver whimpers, pushing the waistband of Silver's pants down so he can wrap the entirety of his hand around his dick.
Even with the dim moonlighting, Gold can make out each mark on Silver's pale skin. His skin sheens with sweat, Silver already hot and bothered despite the fact that they've barely begun. Peppering soft kisses to the scars marking the porcelain skin, he trails from Silver's upper arm to his neck, tasting the salty sweat on his lips. A few harder kisses get pressed to his collarbone, Gold suckling until there's a deep red mark visible when he pulls away.
He hovers his mouth over Silver's scent glands, barely brushing his lips over the sensitive skin. The urge to bite down and mark Silver as his is tempting. He wants to claim Silver. Make him his. His pretty little omega. He lets his teeth scrape against the skin, and Silver shudders in response, but arches into him, tilting his head to the side and exposing more of his neck to Gold. It takes all of Gold's already fleeting self-control to not sink his teeth into the tender skin.
Before he can act on his primal instincts, he pulls away, but not before pressing one last open-mouthed kiss to his neck. At the same time, he removes his hand from Silver’s dick, wrapping his arms around his neck instead. In one swift movement, he flips them around, pinning Silver to the bed under him. Silver’s pants are removed the next second, along with his boxers, leaving them both naked.
Having such a perfect omega beneath him, squirming and rubbing his legs together in a futile attempt to provide himself relief, has Gold’s cock growing impossibly bigger. It rubs against Silver’s, smearing precum along both lengths, and making Silver moan, reaching down to stroke himself. At full length, he's about half the length of Gold's dick, but that's to be expected from an omega. Despite the small size, he'd still love to have Silver's cock in his mouth at some point. But not tonight. He knows that Silver wants one thing tonight, and he isn't going to disappoint. They'll have the next few days to explore each other sexually; tonight will just be the beginning.
He runs his hand over Silver's sides as he moves towards the foot of the bed, where Silver immediately spreads his legs wide open. His hands come to grab at Silver's ass, giving it a firm squeeze before spreading his cheeks open. Slick drips from his entrance, already forming a wet spot on the bed sheets. Circling a finger around the hole, it comes back drenched in slick, a thick string connecting the digit to his entrance.
His finger slides into Silver with little resistance due to the amount of slick he's already produced. Silver gasps from the sudden, unwarned intrusion, but spreads his legs wider and grinds down on the digit, pushing Gold deeper inside of him. Without hesitation, Gold begins thrusting his finger in and out of Silver, filling the room with Silver's moans, and the wet, lewd sounds of his slick covered hand hitting Silver's ass.
It takes less than a minute to unravel Silver, his legs shaking with each thrust of Gold's fingers, especially when he pushes a second finger in alongside the first, beginning to stretch him out. His hair lays splayed on the pillow behind him, looking almost like a wildfire against the black pillowcase. He's thrown an arm over his eyes, hand buried tightly in his hair, and is babbling almost incoherently. The few words Gold can make out, desperate cries for ‘his alpha’ to fuck him, sends blood rushing straight to Gold's dick.
Hearing Silver call him alpha while begging to be fucked has him harder than he's ever been before, and it takes him palming himself with the hand not fingering Silver to keep from burying his dick into him. Slick may be dripping from his entrance, lubricating everything better than any bottled lube could, but this is still Silver's first heat, and he's likely a virgin. The last thing Gold wants to do is hurt him. He'd rather take the time to thoroughly prep him, even if both his dick and alpha instincts are screaming at him to fuck the omega laying in front of him.
A third finger joins the other two, pressed slowly into Silver. He carefully stretches Silver while he inserts it, ensuring there's no pain before pushing in entirely and beginning to thrust again. His hand is completely slathered in Silver's slick, along with a good portion of the bedsheets, allowing him to pound into Silver at a ruthless pace.
Silver whines, squirming underneath him as his legs tighten around his sides with enough pressure that it seems like he's trying to push Gold away. His breath hitches when Gold thrusts in particularly hard, and he untangles a hand from his hair to weakly hit against Gold's shoulder. Knowing that Silver’s getting close to his orgasm, Gold speeds up his thrusts, trying his best to remember what he’s seen the alphas do in the videos he’s watched, and crooks his fingers upwards, attempting to find the sensitive spot inside of Silver.
He knows he finds it when Silver jerks, a mix of a curse and a moan slipping from his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut. Targeting that spot, Gold relentlessly pounds into it, never giving Silver a moment to breathe.
White ropes of cum shoot across Silver’s chest as he cums, throwing an arm back over his face in what’s obviously an attempt to hide. He bites down on his lip hard enough that Gold worries he’ll draw blood, so he leans up and kisses him, licking across Silver’s bottom lip until he opens his mouth, letting Gold shove his tongue inside. They stay in that position, lips locked together while Gold continues to pound his fingers in and out of Silver, until Silver comes down from his high, pulling away Gold.
Removing his fingers, and wiping them clean on the bed sheets since they're already covered in slick, Gold positions himself at Silver's entrance. He's still at full length, never having softened during the time he was fimger-fucking Silver, but he gives himself a few strokes as he presses the head against Silver.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, applying gentle pressure until he begins to slip inside.
“Yes, Arceus, yes, alpha,” Silver says, cracking his eyes open to stare at him, his pupils blown wide with pleasure.
“Good.” The head of his dick enters Silver, the tight walls that press around him from all angles forcing a groan from him. “Because if you said no, I'm not sure I would have been able to stop.”
“Then fuck me, Alpha.”
In one swift movement, he buries himself completely inside of Silver, moaning as the heat envelopes him. Being inside him is better than he ever could have imagined, leagues better than any of the toys he uses to get through his ruts. Silver's warm, tight, and clenches around him in a way that has him never wanting to pull out; though if Silver keeps the grip he has on him, he might not.
He pauses for a moment, just long enough to make sure he isn't hurting Silver, before pulling out until only the tip remains inside, and thrusting back to the base. The movement pushes Silver up on the bed, almost causing him to hit the headboard. It takes a second to slide him back down, Gold's cock burying deeper into him as a result and making them both moan, before Gold begins pounding into him at a brutal pace, barely pulling out completely before thrusting back in, focusing on hitting the spot that made him orgasm earlier.
Loud moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and sounding like music to Gold's ears. Part of him wants to record them to play back for his next rut. Although if he could get Silver to accompany him for his next rut, and be able to pound into him like this all he wants, that would be even better.
The idea of having Silver as his omega, being able to spend every heat, rut and day together, not just as friends, but as mates, has the familiar feeling if his orgasm growing stronger in his gut, and his next thrust comes particularly hard, shoving Silver up on the bed again. His eyes trace Silver's neck, locking onto his scent glands, slightly swollen due to his heat. One bite is all it would take to make Silver his.
They're going to have a lot to talk about once Silver's heat is over. And hopefully, the conversation will end in a positive light, allowing him to mark and claim Silver as his omega during his next heat.
Due to his inexperience, and the absolutely perfect omega beneath him, taking his dick so perfectly, he can already feel his knot swelling less than a few minutes in. He's not going to last much longer. But judging from Silver's behavior, his labored breathing, and his toes curling into the bedsheets, he isn't going too either. Silver's likely over-sensitive from his first orgasm, along with the heat hormones. If Gold really wanted to, he could likely spend all night fucking Silver and seeing how many orgasms he could pull out of him, but that's an idea he'll save for a different night.
“Do you want my knot?” he whispers into Silver's ear, voice low and husky. “You want me to bury my knot deep into you and make you take it all?”
“Yes, yes, alpha, yes, please, alpha,” Silver babbles, wrapping his legs around Gold's waist to pull him closer, beginning to push the knot into himself.
It's a bad idea. Neither of them are on birth control—since he's never taken a mate before, and with this being Silver's first heat, there's no way he's on any kind of contraceptive—and the chance that Silver ends up pregnant with their kid is high. But as he slips deeper into Silver, and pulling out gets harder with each passing second, he can't find it within himself to care. If Silver gets pregnant from this, they can handle it together. And he would be one of the last people to ever complain about having a kid, especially if it's with Silver.
The decision is made for him when Silver throws his arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper, pressing their lips together, and preventing him from pulling out. His next attempt to pull back doesn't get him anywhere as his knot swells to full capacity, locking him inside of Silver. All it takes is him thrusting in once more, burying as deep into Silver as he possibly can, before he finishes, shooting his cum into Silver.
Silver finishes at the same time, his second orgasm seeming to hit him just as hard as the first, cumming with a quiet moan as fresh cum joins the half-dried fluid on his chest. The sounds of their rapid breathing fill the space, each of them gasping for air as they come down from their peaks. Leaning down, Gold bumps his forehead against Silver's and presses a kiss to his cheek as he pulls away. The action causes Silver to peel his eyes open, and Gold immediately notices that the feverish gaze slowly fades until it's replaced by exhaustion.
“Well now that you're thinking a bit clearer,” he says, trying his best to brush Silver's sweat soaked bangs from his face. “Do you regret that?”
“Not in the slightest,” he mumbles, giving him a small smile, though he grimaces when he swipes his hand along his stomach, picking up globs of cum along his fingers. “It was very messy though.”
“As soon as my knot goes down, we can take a bath.” Manoeuvring himself as best he can, he positions them so they can both lay down, face to face with their legs intertwined. “And actually try to get some more sleep, since it is like three in the morning.” A yawn slips from his lips as soon as he's done speaking, proving his point.
The moment he lays down, Silver's nuzzling into his neck, rubbing his nose against his scent glands. He hums, a quiet and content sound, though Gold can tell that he's already half-asleep. The hand Gold runs through his hair probably doesn't help with that matter, but he doesn't think either of them care too much if they end up falling asleep. A bath can always wait until the morning, since they don't have much to do anymore with Silver going into heat.
By the time his knot goes down enough for him to pull out, neither of them want to get up. Silver sits enough to pull the blankets around them, cleaning the semen off his stomach with his already soiled pajama pants, and making the foundations of a nest before collapsing into it with a cute whine about how he's too tired to take a bath. The most Gold makes him do is drink a full glass of water before allowing him to drift off; knowing how easily omegas get dehydrated during heat and not wanting that to happen to Silver.
They fall asleep curled in each other's arms, with Gold's last fleeting thought being him wondering how in the world he ended up being the alpha that such a perfect omega would go to for their heat.
When he calls Crystal the following morning to inform her that neither Silver nor himself will be able to make it to the lab that day, it’s while he’s once again buried balls-deep inside of Silver, with Silver on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock while breathy little moans spill from his lips.
He hadn’t planned to call Crystal in the middle of sex, but as soon as Silver had woken up, he had climbed on top of him, easily sliding Gold’s dick into himself due to all the slick and cum from last night that made for easy lubricant. Gold’s just glad that Crystal had left him on hold while Silver got situated, not wanting her to hear his own moans as the tight heat of Silver’s ass encompasses his dick in its entirety.
Keeping his voice steady is a challenge, with Silver seeming determined to milk him for all he has. Even as he digs the nails of his available hand into Silver’s side, trying to hold him still for just long enough for him to finish the call, Silver keeps moving, giving a sly smirk when he has to bite down hard on his lip to prevent himself from moaning into the speaker, where Crystal has once again picked up.
She knows something is up. He can tell that much, with her short words and irritated tone, but doesn’t ask any questions. All she does is accept his notification of absence with a sigh before saying her goodbyes.
“Oh, and, Crys? Just some info for that paper the professor had. Y’know, the one he needed our classifications for?” he says before she can end the call. When he hears her annoyed hum, he continues, “Silv’s an omega.”
She hangs up on him without another word.