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Dennis knows it’s going to be a long day when he wakes up to Robby trying to scent him.
“We said you weren’t going to do this,” he groans into the pillow, still half asleep and bleary eyed.
“I’m not doing anything,” he mumbles into Dennis’s neck. It’s a downright lie, and they both know it.
“You can’t just scent me every day you’re on sabbatical.”
“Not every day.” He nuzzles his face in closer. “You’ll have some days where you’re off.”
Dennis laughs. “What happened to the post mating frenzy going away?”
“It’s your fault. You’re too damn pretty.”
He ignores the blush creeping into his cheeks.
The post-mating possessiveness had turned into all the time possessiveness. At work, at home, on the street. It’s like the two of them gravitated towards each other no matter where they were or what they were doing.
Between that and the messages they sent across their mating bond, Dennis was always smelling of , and thinking of, the alpha.
That had been weird. Being midprocedure and hearing Robby’s deep voice in his head, encouraging or correcting. Being at home while Robby was at work and getting to send filthy thoughts right to his head and reaping the consequences (benefits) of his actions later that night.
It had pissed the other attendings and doctors off a time or two.
“Teaching hospital my ass,” Trinity had teased once. He had burned red and begged Robby to stop, which, of course, only made him do it tenfold.
“The break will be good for you,” he reminds his mate, burrowing into his chest. He pretends there’s not a longing in his heart about how it’s not going to be good for him. “And us. People claim we’re codependent.”
“Who? I want names.”
Dennis inhales the scent of pine and mint and the ever present hospital stench. “No names. Just people.”
“Well the people are liars.”
It’s quiet for a moment, Robby brushing his fingers across Dennis’s skin. There’s still a few minutes before their alarms go off and they’ll have to get up.
“I can always just-”
“No,” Dennis says firmly, kicking his leg against the man’s shin. “You’re taking the break. Even if I have to tie you down in this house every day.”
“Sounds sexy.”
“Robby.”
“Dennis.”
“Michael.”
“Dennis.”
“Michael,” Dennis says with more emphasis. “You’ve earned the break, okay? You need the rest. You can do all the things around the house you’ve sworn you’ll take care of, catch up on sleep, cook me dinners, bring me coffee-”
“This break is turning into a how can I serve you holiday.”
Dennis grins, looking up at him. “Yeah, but you love making me happy.”
His statement is confirmed by the slow, lazy makeout session he gets before the alarms finally go off.
Getting ready is quiet and slightly painful. Dennis knows he’s going to be doing this by himself tomorrow, and it makes him oddly upset.
They hadn’t been able to take a vacation post mating, with Dennis having final rotations and graduation. And Robby had work, because he always had work, but Dennis understood it more and more each day. The way it sucked him back in and drained him but still making the alpha eager to return.
Robby had admitted once, late at night when they were too worked up to sleep and too tired to fuck, that he viewed the staff as a psuedo-pack. That he might not have a pack of his own to look after, but he had the staff at the PTMC ER, he had med students, he had patients. That before Dennis, that had been his purpose, and it had almost driven him over the edge of the hospital’s own rooftop.
So he wants Robby to take the break. To relax, for once, and be selfish. Even if it means some lonely lunches and less time beside his alpha.
They chat aimlessly in the car about the new attending coming to cover for Robby, the new med students, and the residents. Dennis has the AC turned down as low as he can get it to go, and he’s still warm in the Pittsburgh heat. It makes him oddly eager for the upcoming winter months when he can spend his nights holed up in his nest with his mate.
Robby parks, opens Dennis’s door for him, and takes his hand as they walk towards the building. They’re on time, but apparently the last of the staff to arrive to the madhouse. Dennis is trying to be quick, sliding his things into his locker, grabbing his stethoscope and wrapping it around his neck when-
“Den.”
“Yeah?”
Robby’s holding out his jacket with an expectant look. Dennis glances at the green material and then back at the alpha. He raises a brow.
“Does it not fit in your own?”
“Put it on.”
He blinks. “Excuse me?”
“There’s someone new here and-” Robby rolls his shoulders. “I don’t like it. Just put it on.”
“Yeah, it’s the new attending. And you already scented me this morning. I’m not putting on another layer.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s July? And I don’t want to die of a heat stroke?”
Robby bristles at the comment. “You get cold here anyway.”
“And then I move around and I’m fine. I’m not doing it.”
Robby blocks his path as he tries to take a step forward. He nudges the article of clothing against his form.
Dennis stares at him. “Wait. Are you being serious?”
“Yes.”
They stand there for a second, waiting to see who will break first.
“It’s going to be ninety today.”
“Don’t care.”
“I already have your scent on my marks. And the biting mark.”
“Don’t care.”
“We had sex last night and you came inside me. Twice.”
Robby just shakes the jacket insistently.
When Dennis glances over his mate’s shoulder and sees the flurry of activity, he groans. The last thing he wants to do is cause a holdup because Robby’s decided to be a nightmare. He takes the jacket, sliding it on over his shoulders, and glaring at the alpha who looks ten times happier.
“When I start sweating, it’s coming off,” he warns. Robby just kisses his forehead and tugs him into the Pitt.
The morning passes in the usual chaos and nightmare of any other shift. Dennis tries not to focus on the fact that this is the last time for a few months that he’ll be able to work alongside Robby, choosing to admire and soak up his mate in his managerial role.
Except Robby’s being snappy. To everyone.
And Dennis gets it, to an extent. New person on his turf, time off of three months with no knowledge of how she was going to fuck up his systems, on top of everything else.
He doesn't get why Robby keeps getting in the way of Dennis making a semi-good impression on the new attending. He pulls the omega away from every case they could work on together, puts himself physically in between the two in any given room, and Dennis swears he sees the alpha bear his teeth when her back is turned at one point.
Then he gets a whiff of her scent and his spine stiffens.
The new attending is an alpha. And Robby clearly fucking hates that.
It’s not unnoticed by the rest of the staff either.
“What is his problem?” Trinity mutters to Dennis when they’re sitting at their work stations. He glances up to see Robby in one of the patient rooms clearly mid argument with Dr. Al-Hashimi. He watches Victoria stare out the window with a desperate look in her eyes.
Sometimes Dennis gets pulled in to calm the alpha down. Not in a derogatory way, just in a ‘you and Jack are the only ones that can reason with him and he’s fucking psycho today’ way. It was embarrassing at first, and then it was just annoying. Because when Robby gets worked up, it takes a lot to get him to come back down.
What used to require a five minute conversation with Jack turned into Dennis’s scent or touch. Then Dennis’s scent or touch for several minutes and Robby trailing after him when he tried to go too soon. Dana went from calling him the bloodhound to the Robby-charmer. Jack calls him Robby’s pacifier.
Trinity calls him a bitch.
So that look Victoria, and now Samira, are sending him aren’t ‘what the hell is wrong with him’ but ‘please come get him and save us from this tantrum’ looks.
The omega sighs and rolls his eyes, moving back to the charts.
“He didn’t know that Dr. Al-Hashimi was an alpha and he’s annoyed that Gloria didn’t run it by him. That and he hates all the changes she’s trying to implement.”
“So he’s going on a warpath?”
“It would appear so.”
“Can you go suck him off or something to calm him dwn?”
Dennis throws his pen at her. She shrugs impassively.
“Sorry. I just don’t really need any other doctors being a pain in the ass today.”
He knows this shift is hard on her for multiple reasons and he pats her back as HR-friendly as he can. He’s on thin ice around here as it is. “I know. Just think, we get a break from him for months!”
“Your fake enthusiasm is noted.” Trinity lets him keep touching her for a few minutes, knowing his need for the contact when Robby’s so high strung.
She had been oddly supportive when he had admitted the relationship. After she had threatened to kill the man to his face when he brought Dennis back to the apartment too late one night. The alpha had adopted Dennis as her own younger brother turned best friend, and he knew how hard it was for her to not throttle him when he told her about the two of them.
She had almost gotten to a point where she didn’t feel the need to growl at the man when he said something that clearly upset Dennis.
Almost.
“Has he said what he’s going to do yet?”
Dennis shrugs. “I told him to write a book. He told me to go fuck myself.”
Trinity laughs and Dennis just grins.
It’s a few minutes later when he can feel it. A tug in their bond, a pair of eyes on him. He looks up and swivels his head around the ER until he spots it.
Robby’s glaring at him from his spot across the floor. Dennis frowns at him, and mouths What?
Robby nods at the chair he’s in. Tugs at his shirt. Dennis glanced down and his entire face drops in annoyance.
The damn green jacket is draped over the back of the chair like a fucking order.
He’s got to be joking.
Dennis looks back up and shakes his head. It’s July, for fucks sake. He’s not putting it on. Why the fuck would he put that thing on now?
Robby’s glare intensifies and he points at it again.
“Not happening,” he mutters under his breath. He shakes his head again, pointedly looking at the ever full board and back to his mate.
He can feel the zap of the mating bond and he rolls his eyes again.
What?
Put it on. Robby’s voice is low and borderline growling.
I’m not putting it on. You put it on. It’s a thousand degrees outside.
It’s going to be a thousand degrees on your ass tonight if you don’t. Put. It. On.
Robby. Be serious for a second.
She is here and I don’t like it. I can barely smell you anymore.
Everyone else can. Maybe it’s a you thing, old man.
Dennis.
Robby. You’re being insane. She can’t even get in the same space as me.
She shouldn’t be trying to get in the same space as you.
We’re working. She’s going to have to get close to me at some point in the next three months.
Omega. Put. It. On.
That’s the straw that breaks the camel's back. Dennis snatches the jacket off of the chair and puts it on with a huff, glaring angrily at a clearly much happier, very satisfied Robby.
Fucking asshole, using an alpha command across their bond in the middle of a shift. He’s going to kill him tonight. Robby will spend half of his sabbatical here anyway after Dennis is done beating his ass.
Trinity eyes him. “Do I want to know or…?”
“You don’t.” Dennis zips it up halfway before Robby can even bother him about it. “If this doesn’t improve his mood, I don’t know what will.”
He doesn’t see Trinity again for a while. At some point, the heat gets to him and he sheds the jacket when Robby is somewhere else, putting it back on the chair. He resolves that in an hour or so when he gets cold again he’ll put it back on and his mate will be none the wiser.
A very foolish assumption.
Turns out, what improves Robby’s mood is pushing Dennis into a very small supply closet on the third floor two hours later. He’s sticking his hand down the omega’s scrubs and grabbing at his ass before Dennis can even react.
“I-fuck- I have patients, Robby!”
“They can wait.” He leans down and kisses Dennis feverishly. “Where’s the jacket?”
“It’s out there! I got hot!” He squirms in his alpha’s hold, going breathless at the way Robby’s feeling him up. “Jesus, are you-Jesus- are you going into your rut?”
“No.” He slides his tongue across Dennis’s neck, right over his scent glands, and the intern shivers.
“Then why are you acting so insane?” He kisses the alpha back with equal enthusiasm, over the little dominant tirade from the last few hours.
“You smell like me.”
“I smell- you alpha commanded me into wearing that damn green jacket in July, of course I fucking smell like you!”
Robby bites over his mating spot and Dennis can’t even hold back the whimper as submission floods through his body.
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t you want to be good for me?”
It’s not fair and Dennis glares at him through the forced haze. They’ve talked about Robby’s little need for ownership in their workplace, and he swore he could handle it when it came to interviews and Match Day for Dennis’s internship. Just in case he was at PTMC and in case he wasn’t.
And usually he can handle it, but there are occasional days where it’s just…it’s too much.
Dennis gets it. He’s had his fair share of days where he had to hold himself back from crawling into Robby’s skin, where he has to settle for brushes on the back of his mating bite or gentle hand squeezes. It was especially hard in the first few weeks of their mating, when he was finishing out his rotation away from the Pitt. Robby had even made his way upstairs for a few minutes every so often to just inhale his omega’s scent to calm down.
But this?
“If I get in trouble with Dr. Al-Hashimi because you’re up here fucking me-”
Saying her name is the wrong choice because Dennis is being pushed down to his knees before he can blink.
“Get it out.”
Dennis glares up at the smug alpha but reaches out and undoes Robby’s belt and pulls down his scrubs low enough to have his cock spring out. He’s already hard and there’s a bit of precum dribbling out. He gives it a few lazy pumps with his hands and Robby groans. Dennis smirks up at him.
“Not starting your rut?”
Robby responds by shoving his length down Dennis’s throat before he can ready himself. It bruises the back of his mouth immediately and he has to gag to accommodate the intrusion.
“That’s so much better than your little remarks.”
Dennis can’t look too angry with wet eyelashes and drool spilling out the sides of his mouth.
He tries to get back at him by using his tongue to brush against the underside of Robby’s cock in the way that he knows drives the man crazy. He moves his mouth quickly, hand reaching up to get the parts he can’t fit inside his mouth. He tightens his grip when the alpha swears at his movements.
But Robby isn’t in the mood for games or teasing.
A hand grips at the tail ends of Dennis’s hair and he winces a little. Everytime he went to go get it chopped off, back to a normal length, Robby conveniently planned a date night or needed him around the house or pulled him into bed for an hour long fucking session.
Fucking alphas and their need to control. Or at least his alphas need for it.
Dennis just lets his jaw relax as Roby starts fucking into his mouth. He tries to focus on breathing through his nose, still not used to the weightiness of Robby, the way he can just use Dennis until he’s a puddle of slick and tears.
“There we go. Good little omega.”
He whimpers a little at the praise and tries to open his throat up even more. Robby groans, tugging on Dennis’s curls. “I know, baby, I know. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Such a sweet little slut for me.”
It sends another gush of slick down through his thighs. Dennis knows when Robby’s getting close when his thrusts get shallower. He tugs at Dennis’s curls once in warning before spilling down his throat with a groan.
He tries to swallow all of it, knowing how much it’ll please the clearly upset alpha. Still, bits of white spill over the corners of his lips, dribbling down onto his scent glands, onto his black scrubs.
“Don’t waste it,” Robby chastises. Dennis is quick to rub the leftover release into his glands, and wipes the corners of his mouth. He plops the covered finger in his mouth and cleans the rest of it off as Robby watches with heated eyes.
“Good omega. Up.”
He pulls Dennis up to his feet quickly. Hooking his hands on the waistband of his scrubs, he yanks them down, and spins the omega around. Dennis has to grab the sides of the metal shelf lined with supplies and blankets and patient gowns.
“Seriously?!”
“Need to make sure you smell like me. Like your alpha.”
Dennis chooses not to point out that everyone in the ER had purposefully avoided his gaze when he first walked in this morning. Robby’s not typically a I need to mark my territory alpha, and when he gets this way, Dennis thinks it’s easier to just let him have his moment.
Well, knows it’s best at this point.
Robby is at least feeling generous enough to slide his hand down and work Dennis open slightly with his fingers. He can’t help but whimper at the way Robby teases at his hole. There’s a humiliating squelching sound as he comes into contact with all of the slick built up from the rush.
“Already this wet for me, baby?”
“You’ve been fucking with me since we woke up,” he grits out.
“Yeah?” Robby curls his fingers and Dennis gasps. “Is that what it is? Or is it how much you like being claimed?”
Clearly any ounce of kindness is gone from his mate today. Because he knows, he knows how much Dennis loves it. Loves the love bites Robby leaves behind, the ache he gets from the beard burn, the way Robby will fill him until he’s bloated and heavy and sated. Knows that there’s a little weird switch in Dennis’s head that lights up his entire body when Robby gets a little possessive and a little territorial.
Maybe it’s his abandonment issues. Maybe it’s the daddy and mommy and family issues. Maybe it’s something he should work out outside of this damn supply closet or the comfort of his nest.
“Don’t be mean.” It's meant to come out biting, but instead it’s a high pitched whine. A plea for mercy. “Robby, come on-!”
Robby adds a third finger and starts moving at a rapid pace. Dennis grips the sides of the storage shelf and hopes no one walks by in the next few minutes.
“You gonna be good for me now?”
Dennis doesn’t think he was necessarily being bad, but he just moans out, “Yes, alpha.”
It gets him a rewarding, sweet kiss on his neck, on his jaw, and he whines embarrassingly loudly when Robby removes his fingers.
“Shh, baby. Don’t need anyone to hear us, do we?”
Dennis shakes his head and bites his lip. He arches his back, presenting himself as best as he can, looking over his shoulder at his mate whose eyes are getting dangerously dark. “Please alpha? Please fuck me?”
Robby groans. “Such a pretty little omega, aren’t you?”
Dennis bats his eyelashes in a way he knows drives his mate crazy. “Just for you.”
The kiss he gets in return is sweet. Tender. A little more of his Robby, grounded Robby, the one that brought him flowers on their first dates and refused to let Dennis open a door ever and whispered praises during the first heat they shared together.
But the one that slides his cock into Dennis’s slit is a crazed, possessed, territorial one.
Dennis has to bite down on his tongue to stop from moaning loud enough to send people running their way. Robby fucks up into him, filling him deeply every time, and it sends sparks of pleasure down Dennis’s spine.
He’s never going to get used to Robby’s size. When he finally breaks and gives in to the alphas whispered pleas that he thinks Dennis can’t hear at night, giving him pups, he’s going to just live on his cock until he’s swollen and pregnant.
Robby’s hand slides around and plays at Dennis’s cock, squeezing and rubbing at it in a way that always makes him blush. “Such a pretty little clit, isn’t it, omega?”
Jesus, they’re at fucking work.
“Robby,” he hisses. Robby fucks into him and squeezes a little harshly and gets a moan out of the omega. “Alpha, please.”
“I know, omega. I know, baby.”
A particularly hard thrust gets a squeak out of Dennis.
“Gonna let anybody else fuck you like this?”
“No!”
“No, what?”
“No, alpha!”
“Good omega.”
Dennis is going to die in this supply closet. Robby is going to fuck him into unconsciousness and probably enjoy it the entire time, the sick fuck.
Robby’s hips slam against his own and Dennis can’t even hold back from the whine as he tenses and spills his release onto Robby’s hands. It just makes the alpha fuck into him harder, faster, chasing his own release.
He can feel the hot cum in him before he realizes it’s happening and flashes back to taking his birth control pill that morning. Robby’s got him locked on his knot as he fills the omega and when he releases his hold on Dennis’s hips, there’s purple bruises already forming.
They move to the floor, Dennis adjusting as best as he can with winces. Robby sweetly kisses and licks the marks on his neck as they wait for the knot to go down.
“Pre-rut?” Dennis finally speaks, looking up at his mate. Robby has the decency to look a little sheepish.
“Might be. You happen to have any important plans next week?”
“Not anymore.” He presses a kiss to the man’s cheek.
When Dennis can slide off of Robby, both groan at the feeling of losing each other. There’s a ridiculous amount of slick and cum sliding out of him and Robby reaches out playfully to get a swipe of it.
“Open.”
Dennis drops his jaw without hesitation and cleans the mixture off of Robby’s finger with a hum. It’s a weird, bitter tasting thing, but he knows it makes Robby happy by the kiss he gets as a reward.
Robby stands first, adjusting his clothes, before helping the omega up. He stands on shaky legs and keeps his hands on Robby’s shoulders as he reaches down to pull the scrub bottoms back up over his hips.
“Does this mean I don’t have to put the jacket back on?”
Robby slaps his ass. “Don’t ask stupid questions.”
Dennis just groans. “Robby! It’s all the way at the hub!”
“And?”
Dennis gestures down at the drying cum stains on his scrubs. Not to mention the flood of it inside of him, ruining his boxers. “And?!”
Robby looks way too damn smug. “Guess you better move quickly.” He kisses the omega whose jaw is dropped in shock. “See you out there, baby.”
He leaves Dennis bewildered in the closet. The omega runs a hand through his hair in irritation, trying to figure out his best plan to walk out of the closet without ruining his reputation the day before Robby leaves.
At the very least, Robby’s three month break means less moments like these where Dennis has to indulge in his nonsense.
On the other hand, it means Robby has a lot more time to think up new ways to torture his mate.
And he still has key card access to the hospital.
Dennis puts his head against the door and groans.