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Dennis settles into the chair to do his charting. There's a green fleece over the chair that smells almost exactly like Robby usually does. It's a pleasant scent as he pulls up his charting. Who knew being a doctor meant you spent almost a third of your time just charting what you had done into the system? It seemed never-ending to Dennis at first, but now he just picked the calm moments he could to sit down and chart for ten minutes straight.
Maybe that wasn't the most effective way to do it, but it worked for Dennis. At least now, by the time he finished with his shift, he didn't have to do an hour of overtime to finish his charting so Gloria wouldn't get on his ass about it. He feels Dana's presence before he sees her. Her status as an Alpha made it hard not to notice. "That's Robby's spot, kid." She says. Dennis tilts his head. "Oh, it was the only spot left. He won't mind, will he?" Dennis asks. Nurse Dana shakes her head like he had said something dumb. "He will. He doesn't let anyone sit in his chair." She tells him and Dennis's dog ears pull back nervously. Crap, he should wrap up his charting and leave the chair then.
"And make sure you don't drown Robby's hoodie in even more of your scent. It's gonna be a hell of a surprise if he doesn't notice." Dana continues, tail swaying behind her. Dennis nods, feeling like a kicked puppy would. Then his ears perk up, his scent on Robby's hoodie? Dennis doesn't let out any pheromones or leave his scent anywhere at all. So there's no way his scent is on Robby's hoodie, right? Maybe Dana is mistaking his cologne for his scent? It could be, so Dennis just goes to wrap up his charting as quickly as he can. Not quick enough, though, as he feels the usual commanding atmosphere of his attending enter his own. Damn him, it's over for him now. surely. The omega's tail wags nervously, and his ears pull back flat against his head. excited to see the alpha but knowing he's in trouble.
"Dr Whittaker." He hears Robby say, and before he can turn around to see what's happening, and how mad the alpha is, Robby's arms are right next to his head and the top part of Robby's chest is touching his back, the alpha's head is above his own and looking over him at the screen. One of Robby's hands lands over his own, and the other gently places Dennis's other hand to the side of the keyboard. Dennis's ears are pulled back, and his body goes rigid, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously and his free hand trembling ever so slightly. Dennis looks at his lap to avoid looking at Robby.
Robby just moves Dennis's hand with his own over the mouse and clicks until he finds what he needs. Seemingly acting like this is perfectly normal behaviour to do to your omega med student who is now extremely aware of his attending's scent.
Robby smells like brown sugar, fresh books, coffee, and a hint of disinfectant clinging to him from the hospital air. Dennis loves it. His inner loves it more if the amount of effort it takes to suppress the thoughts chanting: Alpha, alpha warm, alpha smell nice, want alpha, get alpha, alpha, my alpha.
And then Robby's pulling back. Before that exact moment if you'd asked him what second gender his med students and interns were he'd point out Javadi being a beta Mel being an omega, and Trinity being one of the sassiest omegas he had ever met. But Dennis? He would have shrugged and told whoever asked that their guess was as good as his. But now?
The boy was an omega. An omega that was unconsciously scenting his fleece. And if that doesn't awaken a fiery possessive feeling in his gut? Then nothing can. Because Whittaker never let his scent slip. Not around patients. Not even when an alpha in rut who had gotten head trauma arrived, and they had to take all their omega doctors off of that case. Dennis had just stood there and put on a mask, then followed in and stayed professional the whole time.
Robby never would have guessed. So he can't help but be surprised. He looks over at Dana. She's looking at him oddly. Oh, oh, right. Dennis is in his spot. Focus Robby.
"You're in my spot, kid," Robby says, and Dennis nods nervously. "I'm sorry, Dr Robby, I didn't know, and by the time I was told, I was almost done. I thought I could wrap up." Dennis rambles, and his tail nervously swaying gets faster. Dennis doesn't make eye contact at all, and his hands are shaky.
Boy's nervous, he notes mentally. It's... cute, actually. He feels his own tail wag and his ears relax to the side from their usual tensed position. Dana is tilting her head at him. Usually, by now, he'd be kicking whatever poor soul was in his spot, in his territory, out. But he wanted the omega to stay. He wanted more of the boy's scent on his fleece. "Hey, don't worry about it. We can share the spot. Just... don't let anyone else sit there besides the two of us. Okay?" Robby asks.
And then he gets to watch as Dennis's ears perk up, and his tail starts honestly wagging. "Really?" He asks. "Yes, really," Robby says, patting his omega's, crap, the omega's shoulder. His own tail wags too, and his inner tells him he should care for the omega, should brush his hair for him, bring him something to eat. Has the kid even eaten yet? Probably not. That isn't good. And his instincts scream at him to care, to provide. To make Whittaker love him. Make him love him. Make him have cubs. He shakes that last thought away fast.
"Have you eaten?" He asks, and Dennis looks up. Shaking his head at the Alpha. He hasn't. He had been too busy between patients and charting. He watches as Robby reaches for a sandwich and hands it to him. "Eat before you continue." Robby commands, and Dennis nods by pure instinct. How is he meant to refuse a direct command from an alpha like Robby? Both nurse Dana and Dr Robby he couldn't refuse. By ranking, they were up in the top three.
Dennis could never think it in him to refuse a command unless he truly didn't want to. So he stays seated once Robby leaves, and he finishes his charting. Opens the packaging and eats the sandwich. Tail wagging happily through the hole in the chair. The sandwich is really good. Dennis also enjoys it extra because his alpha, goddamnit, the alpha, picked it for him. He doesn't notice that by the time he gets up and goes back to work, Robby's fleece is scented by him.
Robby does, Dana does. Every nurse and doctor who sees him sitting there and sniffs the air notices. Robby gladly takes the fleece home by the end of the shift. And if he presses the fleece to his nose every five minutes? Well then, that's his business.
The next shift, he brings his usual worn navy hoodie. Dana smiles when she sees him draping it over the chair. "That hoodie again? When are you gonna call it too worn? It has at least two holes already." She says. Robby smiles. "Never Dana, never." He says and stretches. "You hoping your little omega scents it again?" She asks, and Robby's ears go more to the side. "He's not my omega. He has his own life, and there's no way he'd want to spend it with someone two decades older than him." The alpha says bitterly. "Oh, please. That boy never leaves a scent hanging anywhere. He faced that alpha in rut and barely reacted at all. Hell I would've believed you if you'd told me he's a beta day before yesterday. But he just casually scents all over your fleece? And doesn't even notice? Sure. He doesn't want you. You're not as smart as you look sometimes, Robby. That boy has a crush on you. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he starts showing courting signals in a few shifts." Dana almost scolds. Robby looks away. She made a good argument all right.
"Maybe it was a one-time thing. We'll see if he does it again today." Robby says and watches as Dana sighs. "Suit yourself, Robby." She mutters and shakes her head at him. Robby shrugs it off. Ears going forward as he starts doing his rounds as an attending and checks on all his patients.
And surely, three hours later, Whitaker's in his spot. He approaches immediately. "Good safe on that patient earlier Whittaker." He says and watches as Whittaker perks up, and his tail starts wagging happily. Once again, Whittaker, his scent, hangs in the air around their spot. Robby can't deny it now. He wants the omega for himself. Inner and instincts shout at him to claim what's his. The rational part of his mind telling him to start courting the kid. His inner and instincts agree with that. He can see Langdon heading towards Whittaker, and immediately he turns to Langdon first.
"Something you need?" Robby asks, ears pushing forward and tone lower than usual. He's trying to make his usually already commanding presence even more commanding. It works like a charm. Langdon puts his hands up. "Chill Robby. Just wanted to ask Whittaker about a patient of his. I won't touch him." The fellow alpha says. He had noticed Whittaker's scent and him sitting in the attendings spot. But Robby was straight up being possessive. Almost like courting behaviour, it was almost cute if it wasn't for the fact Langdon was very aware. Robby's instincts could have him getting beaten up if he got too close currently.
Dennis was confused by what was happening. Tilting his head at Robby's sudden very commanding presence and Langdon almost submitting fully to the alpha as an Alpha himself? Something was up. He looks over at Dana for help. He finds that Dana has backed off and has made her presence much less commanding. All the alpha's in their general viscinity seem to have made themselves meeker.
Dana does give him an answer, though. Slipping him a note from a distance, which Dennis unfolds as Robby and Langdon seem engaged in some sort of dance for balance.
The note goes as such:
You're scenting his clothes again. Robby's starting to court you now, kid. He's a bear hybrid, so one way they court is by fighting off other alpha's that get too close or want too much from you. Don't worry that he'll lash out. Robby has a damn good grip on his instincts. He just needs to assert to Langdon that you're officially off the market for courting. Good luck, kiddo. You've been chosen by a good man.
Dennis folds the note up again, flustered and blushing. He sends a grateful nod Dana's way and looks at his lap. So he really had been scenting Robby's clothes. Without even noticing himself. His inner and instincts had basically picked an alpha for him. It's not like Dennis was against the idea of being with Robby. It just seemed like Robby could do so much better than him if he really wanted to. It isn't like Dennis has many goods about him. He barely knows how to be an omega. Let alone be an alpha's omega.
He looks over at Robby to find that the commanding presence has lessened, and Langdon has suppressed his own like he would with an easily triggerable patient to pass Robby and get to him. "Whittaker. How is Mrs. Elsebeth doing?" He asks, and Dennis looks over at his chart. "I got her stable earlier. Her mate is on the way with their pup. She should make a full recovery by the evening. She might still be shaken, though." He tells, and Langdon nods. "Good work. Update me if they arrive, I have a theory on why she got sick. But i need to talk to her mate for that." Langdon says. Dennis nods. "Copy that." Dennis nods. Langdon leaves, and Robby's eyes follow him closely.
From that day on, every alpha is careful not to overstep around Dennis. On the opposite side is Robby. He's now almost always at least close to Dennis, especially whenever Dennis is in their chair and charting. Robby stands behind him and tells off any alpha that tries to bother Dennis or take him away from his omega unless it's for an emergency, in which case he just takes Dennis along.
Dennis can't lie and say that he's unaffected. Even though his past experiences still won't let him release pheromones or scent anything but the alpha's clothes for some reason. He does like the alpha a lot.
Robby is getting worried. He's been trying to court Dennis for a week now. And even though the omega isn't objecting to him, he isn't catching a scent from the boy. Just the scent left on his hoodies and jackets. Which is getting stronger by the day. He seeks out Dana for advice. "Dana, does he not want me?" He asks after he's pulled her out of central and into the stairwell. Pacing in the hall and looking at her worried.
Dana laughs in his face. "Robby. That boy wants you, okay? Really." She says. And Robby tilts his head, his ears pulled back and tense. "But I can't get a scent. He just smells like nothing. I can only catch a scent on my clothes. And he smells like heaven itself. But there's still nothing past that." He worries. Dana hushes him. "Robby, I have reason to believe that he has some form of trauma attached to that, all right? Did you study up on dog hybrid and omega courting?" She asks. Robby nods. "Of course I have. Trauma? How so? Who do I need to hunt down." He snarls. Someone hurt his omega? He'll kill them. He'll snap their neck like a twig.
"Calm down." Dana commands. And Robby does. A little. But calmer. "You ever hear how he talks about his family? Said they haven't talked in years. He grew up on a farm. Lots of male omega's speaking up nowadays to how they were ostracised and treated badly to the point of suppressing their inners and instincts until they were scentless and being on suppressants for years. I think... I think he might be one of them. But if he is. That's going to be an extremely delicate topic. Don't try and talk about it at work. Take him out. Then take him back to yours and get him comfortable. Drown him in your scent if you must, just... get him to open up." Dana says.
Robby is frozen in place. He had had it easy growing up. Being an alpha that presented early made him rise in ranks fast. He never had to fight like he knew omega's had to, to get to the same place he's in. He couldn't imagine a life like that. Being considered an outsider for something his omega couldn't even control and have to suppress it to the point of becoming mostly scentless. From that moment on he has two goals, to figure out what had happened to make Dennis suppress himself to the point he is, and to turn that back and let his boy be an omega like he was meant to be.
So he starts by thanking Dana for the help, and then he's off to find Dr. Santos. If someone knew anything about it in the hospital, it was absolutely Santos. After all, they lived together. So, he would hope that Santos knew anything about her roommate. There she is, arguing about something with Garcia, her tail wagging wildly. Those two really had started getting so close. Maybe Dana was right when she said something was brewing there. Because yeah, it looked like that to him too now.
"Dr. Santos, have a minute?" He asks, breaking up the conversation between her and Garcia. "Yes, I do. What's the matter?" She asks, tilting her head, and Robby watches her dog ears flop to that side. "A word. In private." He says and watches her look around. "Am I in trouble?" She asks, and that's more than fair to ask when your boss wants a word alone. "Not at all. The matter doesn't actually concern you, but I think you might have information I could use." Robby admits. "So it's about Dennis." She says with absolutely zero hesitation. Robby sighs, they really had been very obvious, huh? "Yes, it is. now come on." He says, and luckily for him. she trails along without arguing. he brings her out to the stairwell, Dana is already back at work.
"So, what do you wanna know? If he snores? If he showers?" Santos starts guessing what he wants to know. Wrong, of course, but Robby smiles either way. "Actually, a bit more personal. I'm sure you've noticed that he's been scenting my hoodies and jackets when I leave them out. I can, however, not catch a scent on him any other time. Is he like that at home, too?" Robby asks her. She smiles grimly. "He doesn't smell like anything at home. if he isn't in the room and you weren't aware that there's signs of him living there, you would think that it's just me living there. that's how scentless." She explains to him, and Robby is horrified. So even at home. Even where Dennis should be the safest and let out some of his scent, there's none.
"How about his nest? Does his nest have a scent?" Robby asks, and to his dismay, he can already tell he won't like the answer by Santos her face. "Robby, he doesn't have a nest. I've asked about it, and he didn't even know what it really was. just looked at me confused." She confesses, and Robby thought he was horrified by the last answer. No. This one was worse, way worse. "He... doesn't have a nest? But all healthy omega's need a nest. And sick omega's need a nest even harder. Fuck.
His boy was so much more messed up than he thought. And it set his instincts absolutely aflame. Noticeably so as he sees Dr. Santos shrinks in on herself and gets hit with a wave of her scent. More submissive than usual. He backs off. "Woah, my bad. It's hard to get a grip there." He says, mentally scolding himself and reining himself in. Santos nods.
"Don't apologise. I get it. You're figuring out that the omega you're courting barely fucking knows how to be an omega. He's going to take effort, he won't be a perfect omega, and he's going to need you more than anyone you've ever known. If you get him to finally stop suppressing himself, I have no idea what is going to happen." Santos says, shaking her head. "But I swear to hell itself if you hurt him. If you step even one toe over his boundaries, I will find you. And I will skin you alive, chop up your parts, and spread them through this damn emergency room." Santos threatens, and Robby doesn't doubt her for even a second.
"I promise I'll take good care of him. Actually, any idea where he's gone?" Robby asks her, tilting his head as his ears relax. "Dennis? Doing compressions last time I saw him. Trauma two." Santos says. Robby's off to go there after a brief goodbye to Santos.
When he enters trauma 2, he finds Dennis and the others taking a moment of silence. The patient didn't make it. Crap. Robby joins them. Standing around with the rest in silence for a minute. Then they're being pulled in all directions again. Dennis and him are the only two left in the room. "Whitaker, I was looking for you." Robby says. "Is now... okay? To talk." He asks, not wanting to kick the boy while he was down. "I'm... Okay, yeah. I'm just a bit shaken up." Dennis admits.
He looks up at Robby, and his heart stutters immediately. He was very aware that the alpha had been courting him. But he had no idea how to accept. His inner and instincts refused to give him advice. Just chanting for the alpha to claim him. Dennis was getting sick of them. He needed progress on this. Not to jump the man.
"What was it you wanted to ask?" Dennis asks. Robby gives him a nervous smile. Ears pulling back tensely. Odd... his own ears pull back slightly, and he avoids eye contact. His attending was almost never nervous. Not visibly. "Forgive me for how unprofessional this is off me, but would you be open to going out with me once this shift is over? I thought I could cook you a meal."
Robby says and watches as Whitaker's tail starts to wag and his ears perk up. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds great." Dennis says. Trying not to blush too hard. He fails of course, his face is completely pink. Robby wanted to go out with him. Robby wanted to take care of him.
Goddamnit.
He was never going to make it through that night and come out the same he was before was he?
He just hoped that the change wouldn't be bad.
So he tells Trinity to go home alone when he sees her. Tells her what had happened too. She just tells him to be safe, effectively having him blushing for the next ten minutes.
Their shifts end with minimal overtime. Meeting Robby outside he feels both nervous and excited. Displayed in his wagging tail but pulled back ears. Robby greets him warmly. Holding a helmet under his arm.
"Ready to go Whitaker?" Robby asks with a smile. "Just Dennis when we're not working." Dennis says with a smile. "You on your bike?" He follows that up with. Robby nods. "Yep. Only got one helmet though. So you'll be the luky one getting to wear it. We'll have to adjust the ears though so yours can fit comfortably." Robby explains. Dennis nods.
It does infact take some adjusting to get the ears to sit comfortably. But once they get there Robby makes sure that it's on comfortably and that the straps arent digging into his omega's skin. When he realises that they aren't he smiles.
"Have you ever been on a bike before pup?" Robby asks Dennis, who nods. "Yeah, someone I knew in school had one. Would take me along for snack runs because I didn't have a car or my own bike." The omega smiles.
"Yea? Well then I trust you'll figure out how to get on and hold yourself." Robby says, sitting down on the bike and waiting for Dennis to join him.
Dennis smiles, it had been a while since he can remember feeling this free. Sometimes nothing compared to not feeling guilty for being who you are. His tail wags like a tiny helicopter behind him as he sits down behind his alpha and wraps his arms around Robby's strong body. "Settled? Feet on the pedal?" Robby checks in with Dennis and the boys instincts purr with excitement at being this close to an alpha. Dennis puts the feet on his pedal. "I do now. Settled. Let's go." Dennis says happily. They drive off then.
When he gets Dennis into his house the boy seems very excited, but also nervous. Tail wagging wildly and his ears perked up, but his hands are shaky and his tongue is darting out to lick his lips every few minutes. Either way. Project get Dennis to give into his instincts has started.
Robby's home is filled with the alpha's scent in a way thats so uniquely his alpha's that Dennis has to take a moment to adjust. He's never been in a place that smelled so much like comfort. He can physically feel the mental walls he's built over years of being told he was unholy and that him being a male omega was a sign of the devil wearing down. Realising that maybe, maybe he isn't disgusting just for existing. Maybe he's allowed to take up space. Only here though, where it's safe. He perks up. When did he decide that Robby's home was safe? He can't remember. But it sure feels safe here.
So he takes off his jacket and his shoes after the alpha does, putting them on the coat hanger and placing his shoes next to Robby's. "Come right this way. You can settle in with a blanket. Or would you like more than one?" Robby asks, attempting to coax the nesting instinct to the front. Dennis tilts his head. He doesn't know why. But multiple blankets sound good. Really good actually. "Multiple." He replies. Shy about asking for more when he's a guest. But his instincts are clawing at him too much to refuse them. He has absolutely no idea that that's exactly what Robby wants.
Following into the living room it's worn and comfortable. Couch against the wall, the last bits of sunlight spilling into the room and a TV hanging on the other side. The scent of brown sugar and coffee envelops him like a blanket here. The hint of the less dominant scents in Robby's pheromones remains, but the hint of disinfectant is gone.
Robby tells him to make himself comfortable on the couch as he goes to get the blankets. Dennis nods and settles onto the couch, it's soft. Very soft even, plush and worn pillows supporting his back as he settles in, lying on one side of the couch and his tail thudding against the deep dark brown colour of the couch. Dennis is just happy now. He doesn't get why he was nervous anymore. He's safe. He's safe and his alpha isn't far. His scent is everywhere even if he had been away right now.
Dennis doesn't know what's happening to him. For some reason, it's almost impossible to refuse his inner, and instincts. And their requests seem less like he wants the alpha to bend him over the nearest surface, and more like they're guiding him somewhere, for some reason, for something. Dennis doesn't understand at all. But despite that he isn't concerned or worrying. It all feels natural. And Trinity had drilled into his head in the past few months, that when things felt natural, they often were. He was going to trust her on this one.
When Robby comes back with more blankets and his scent patches officially taken off he's relaxed and happy. Excited to see how Dennis reacts, his tail wagging and his ears in a comfortable position. He finds Dennis looking utterly content. Tail wagging and eyes shut as he basks in the warmth in the room. It makes Robby want to give him headpats and belly scratches. The omega was absolutely adorable.
"I'm back pup." Robby says, the pet name slipping out on accident. Dennis doesn't seem to mind or really notice though. Just looks at him from the couch with his tail still wagging, and his eyes fixated on the blankets in Robby's arms. "You want pup?" Robby smiles, Dennis nods at him repeatedly. "Yes please! give." He says sitting up. Robby makes his way over to Dennis, still no scent around the boy, but he's clearly more in touch with his instincts than he was in the hospital. And that's good enough for now, more than good enough.
Dennis smiles happily as the blankets are dropped next to him. He's all over them in seconds. Robby's scents on them. All over them. He presses one to his nose and inhales. His tail wags while another wall of his lowers in his mind at the look of affection he's currently receiving from Robby. Maybe it's okay to let go a bit, maybe Robby wouldn't mind. Gods the man smells good. Has he always smelled so strongly or is Dennis just now noticing? Either way, heavenly scent. Sugary yet bitter, sweet yet not without hitting him hard.
Robby watches as the omega sniffs his blankets and smiles. Silly adorable omega. Robby wonders if Dennis knows that he's slowly letting down his walls to Robby. Part of him tells him he can't have the omega, that he's much too young for an alpha like himself. He doesn't pay that part of him any mind. The omega will be his, his omega, his boy, his Dennis. Robby needs Dennis, his tail wags and his scent flares. Time to see what Dennis's inner thinks. And if they're even compatible. Sitting down next to Dennis Robby smiles at the omega. "I'm gonna try to get you to stop suppressing your scent and everything that makes you an omega, that okay?" He asks, placing a hand on the boy's head.
Dennis looks up at him and lets the blanket he was pressing to his nose land on his lap. To finally not have to suppress his scent and instincts... Does he even remember how to do that? It sounds good, but what if he loses control? what if he won't be himself anymore? It's like Robby reads his mind. "Are you scared?" Robby asks, making Dennis realise that his tail has curled between his legs and his ears are pulled back. "Yeah, just, what if I'm not me when I lose myself in instincts?" Dennis asks, and watches as Robby smiles and ruffles his hair. "Oh pup, that won't happen, omega's have evolved to at least be aware enough of wether or not they want something or not even in heat to avoid things like assualt." Robby explains and Dennis perks up.
"Really?" Dennis asks and Robby nods. "Really kid. you'll have control, just quite the bit less. so... you okay with that?" Robby asks and shifts himself closer to the omega. Dennis nods. "It's long overdue... Last time I really didnt suppress myself was ten years ago." He mutters. Robby has to resist being horrified in favour of getting his pup to stop as soon as possible.
"Alright, so how this is gonna work is that I'll drown you in my scent, which should be basically impossible for your instincts to resist if you do actually want me. If I do succeed it'll very likely end up with me either mating you or something similar. I need you to consent now, I know you'll be able to refuse me in the moment if you don't want it. But your judgement is a bit better currently. Any answer is okay. I can control myself enough to back off and leave. I won't mind." Robby reassures him. Dennis tilts his head. That was one hell of a decision. He no doubt wanted the man, that much was clear, but mating went far. That was for life. But he wanted it... He wanted that bad... To have a mate. To be claimed, owned, be Robby's good boy. He needed it. "I want that, yes, please?" He pleads, nervous but sure of his choice.
Robby moves the blankets to the side, he'll have Dennis make them a nest in a bit. He settles himself agains the pillows on the couch and patts his chest. "Come lay down pup." He commands. Dennis is settled on top of him not ten seconds later. Ears perked up and tail wagging wildly. He feels his own tail wag under him in response, his ears twitch as he smiles. Then he focuses on putting out his scent, lots of it. Feeling the skin around his scent glands wet with it as his scent fills the air around them. When he looks at Dennis he finds he boy's eyes huge and slightly unfocused, tail wagging as Dennis shifts himself to bury his face in the alpha's neck to get more scent.
Dennis is vaguely aware of a part of him panicking about control and punishment, but he really can't be bothered with that part currently. His alpha's scent is around him everywhere as he buries his face into Robby's neck trying to figure out where the alpha's scent gland is hiding. He finds it just behind the edge of the man's shirt. No patch covering it, jackpot. Dennis stays there, breathing in and out for a while, letting his mind cloud over. the moment the floodgates break on Dennis's instincts is obvious. The scent spills from his pup. Vannila, cinnamon and freshly baked bread, it's addictive. Robby's instincts respond immediately, flipping the both of them, earning him a yelp from Dennis.
Dennis looks up at the alpha. Robby was right, control is in reach, he doesn't want it. He wants Robby, and now. His scent pooling over his scent glands and soaking through his clothes after building up there for years. Beating out Robby's scent for the most part, Robby doesn't mind. Dennis smells like heaven either way.
Robby's dick is steadily hardening in his pants as Dennis's scent fills his nose. His omega, his omega who smells like heaven itself. He doesn't know what he did to deserve an omega as good as Dennis but he'll be grateful forever. "Good pup, so good for me sweetheart." Robby praises as he starts trailing kisses over his omega's neck. Bestest omega ever. Dennis whimpers at the praise, oh? "Does someone like being told that they're good? My bestest, sweetest little pup." Robby praises again and watches his omega nod.
Dennis is stuck in a comfortable feeling of want and pleasure mixing in his gut. He's drowning in his instincts and he wants to sink. His inner stronger than he remembers it being well... ever really. Chanting in his mind that he's in exactly the right spot, alpha's going to mate him. Alpha wants him.
Robby smiles as he pulls back nd gets a sad whine. So pathetically cute. "Shhh, hush, you'll get me love, jus gotta make us a pretty lil nest." Robby explains gently and watches Dennis's tail wag and a determined look appear on his face. Dennis gets to work immediately. He feels slightly out of his element while he scents blankets and starts layering them. Eventually he stops just making a big stack and starts shaping. Maybe that would he better scrunched up at the edge? Maybe pillows there. He settles into it.
Robby thinks it's the cutest thing ever. To see Dennis so unsure at first and slowly settle in, constantly looking to him for an approving nod or word of praise. Which he gladly provides.
Eventually the nest seems good to Dennis. He's happy with it, and his alpha approves too. Perfect. His tail wags wildly and out of pure instinct he rolls onto his back and wiggles like a dog trying to rub it's scent on something. It's for sure not the most effective way to do so. But Dennis loves this way. He huffs happily as he rolls over and does it yet again.
Robby has to chuckle. It's absolutely adorable to see the omega like this. And the need he'd almost forgotten about arrises twice as much as before. He needs his omega. Needs him now. Robby puts a hand on the edge of the nest. "Can I come in?" He asks gently. Dennis pauses his wiggles to look over and nod. Then he goes right back to it. Adorable.
Robby lies down next to his boy and Dennis rolls onto him. Laying on his chest and looking at him with a beaming look. Then the boy pauses and looks down... Dennis looks back up at Robby. Suddenly very aware of what he's feeling pressed against his hip. Robby has to chuckle. Dennis is looking at him with a flustered and surprised look at the same time. "Don't laugh at me." The omega says, pouting at him. He can tell his Dennis really isn't mad or unhappy with him. Just pouty.
"Sorry Puppy, your reaction was just too cute." Robby says with a smile. Their scents blend in the air to create a perfect mix that smells like home. Dennis blushes and looks away. "We're doing this?" He asks softly. Robby's eyes soften at that. "Only if you want it." He replies, and Dennis looks up. "I want to. Guide me." He says. Robby nods and leans up. Closing the blinds to hide them from the outside world and leaning himself against some pillows. "Tap me twice to make me stop." Robby says with a smile.
Dennis nods, arousal pooling low in his gut. He gasps suddenly as he feels wet in his boxers and gets very concerned about what the hell that was. Tail tucking between his legs and ears pulling back. Robby takes hold of his jaw and tilts his head up. Dennis smells sweeter... slick. "What happened pup?" Robby asks concerned, surely his omega isn't this freaked out by his own slick right? Dennis slowly looks him in the eye. "M leaking." He mutters softly.
Dennis was this freaked out by his own slick. Robby's body can't decide between wanting to beat the shit out of whoever made his omega feel like he had to suppress himself so hard he didn't know what slick was, or being harder than he had ever been. "Puppy that's slick." Robby smiles gently raking a hand through Dennis's hair and pausing to scratch begind his ear. "What's a slick?" Dennis tilts his head.
Robby smiles at him. "Slick is a self lubricant omega's have got buddy. You've probably got excess built up in your body from your years of suppressing it. It's healthy. When you start having your heats normally there won't be buildup anymore because it'll only gather for about three months not a decade." Robby explains and kisses his pup's forehead. Dennis nods. That was good to know.
He was getting needy now. His instincts impatient to get the alpha in him and body begging for it. Dennis shifts his hips slightly and he immediately realises there's purchase there. Dennis whimpers as he sits up and properly slots his legs on either side of Robby's thigh. He grinds down unsure of what he's doing, but it feels good. So he does it again, and again, and again. Whimpering and panting as his eyes press shut with pleasure. He feels himself leak more slick into his boxers but he really can't care for it as it just makes the grinding feel better.
Robby is holding on by a thread. Having to sit and watch as his omega undeniably starts to go into heat while getting off on his thigh. His dick twitches and his tail wags, he needs this boy. Needs him badly, now. Settling his hands on his pups waist and guiding him down harder. Dennis moans and pants. Robby really can't wait. The sweet scent of slick and omega heat filling his nose and blinding him to most reason. He lifts Dennis so the boy sits lower on his legs
Dennis whines in loss as the thigh leaves from between his thighs. Robby looks down to see a wet spot on his pants from where the omega was grinding, slicking so much that it's soaking through his pants. Fuck this omega was going to be the end of him. Robby slips his shirt off and suddenly Dennis's eyes are all over his chest. Slightly fuzzy and a happy trail that almost makes the omega's mouth water. "More off." Dennis demands.
"More? You want me naked love?" Robby asks and Dennis nods. "Yes. Me too." He says, a needy haze settling over him. He can feel himself heat up and get even more desperate. This must be that heat thing that Trinity always excuses herself with when she leaves with Garcia for a few days. Dennis struggles to undress himself with desperate shaky hands.
Robby doesn't let him struggle for long. "I'll help, let me do it omega." He says and then he's slipping off Dennis's shirt and trailing over his omega's top surgery scars. Beautiful. His pup was the prettiest. His fingers hook under Dennis's waistband. "Lift your hips for me love." Robby commands. And Dennis has never felt more of a need to obey, he lifts his hips and feels his pants and boxers being pulled down to his knees."Sit again." Robby says. And once his omega does he can get the pants and boxers off fully, taking the boy's socks with them.
And then the omega's naked on his lap. A more subtle happy trail leading down to the omega's cunt, and Robby wants to pin the boy down and take him right that moment. But he holds back enough to start unbuckling his belt. Dennis watches from where he's sat. His mouth waters as he stares. Then Robby unzips his fly and Dennis lifts his hips so Robby can get the pants and boxers off. There's already a noticeable wet spot of slick where Dennis just sat. He doesn't have time to be embarrassed. Because then Robby pulls down his pants and boxers. Dennis helps to actually get them over his alpha's ankles and dropped somewhere on the floor.
Dennis looks back at his alpha, now naked. His eyes trail down automatically and he can feel the rush of slick that leaves him when he sees the alpha's dick. Bigger than he had expected and clearly hard. Dennis wants it in him. Can't possibly wait a moment longer to have him. He needs him. Now. Wants the alpha to knot him, needs the alpha to fill him up. A deep-rooted biological need within him wanting to carry his alpha's pups. Dennis lifts his hips again, impossible to ignore the puddles of slick he's leaving everywhere he sits.
"In, now." He begs the alpha as he pants. Robby almost slams into the omega without a second thought. But he can't. His boy's a virgin, and he's not heartless. Besides prepping the omega shouldn't take more than five minutes when he's in heat like this. "C'mere prep first." Robby says and pulls the omega closer by the hips. His hand trails down to swipe between the omega's folds. Earning him a shudder and a moan from Dennis. The omega's steadily slicking and start to leave a small puddle on Robby's lower abdomen.
"Please." Dennis whines. No idea what prep means but if it means he gets touched more he's all for it. He needs something in him soon or he'll die. At least that's what it feels like. Robby doesn't waste time. Circling his pups entrance with one of his fingers before pushing it in. Dennis clenches around him but he's met with very little resistance.
Dennis moans and leans his head back. Fuck that feels good. Really good. He lifts his hips to ride Robby's finger, moaning as he does so. The alpha is hanging into control by a thread. Stilling his omega's hips and adding two more fingers at once. Dennis gasps and moans louder, babbling random pleas, anything to get more. Dennis whines loudly when Robby holds his hips still so he can't fuck himself on his alpha's fingers.
Robby starts curling his fingers looking around for the spot he knows will have his omega falling over the edge. It takes him a few seconds but then his fingers curl just right inside Dennis and the omega moans loudly. Trembling as he starts begging for more. Robby gives him more. Setting a pace where he consistently hits that spot with the tops of his fingers.
His pup doesn't last a minute before he's cumming all over Robby's hand with his back arched and a loud moan. Robby continues to hit that spot and slowly comes to a stop. Letting his omega ride the high while it lasts. Dennis is sweaty and has by now leaked so much slick his inner thighs are almost fully soaked and so is Robby's abdomen.
Dennis doesn't need much of a break. Within two minutes his heat is back full force and he's begging for his alpha. "Alpha please! Alpha need you! Fuck me alpha! Alpha want you! Alpha!" He begs desperately. Robby loses grip on his thread of control. Lifting his omega by the hips, flipping them around and lining himself up. His dick is throbbing with need at that point and his omega is babbling more pleas under him.
Robby pushes in and groans against his omega's neck. Dennis is tight around him and warm. "So good for me puppy. Fuck." He pants. Taking a moment to appreciate it before he pulls out and pushes back in, setting a pace that is just slow enough he'll last more than an embarrassingly short time. The omega just feels so good as he clenches and slicks around his dick. Robby wants to make the boy squirt. Needs to be his boy's first and best.
So he focuses while Dennis moans and begs for more so loud they'll have noise complaints from two houses over. Robby can't care. If his puppy feels like he needs to be loud then he's allowed to. Robby can pay the damn fees anyway. He shifts ever so slightly with every thrust. Trying to find the perfect spot as Dennis starts to get tighter and his own sounds get impossible to hold back as he starts groaning and moans lowly.
Then he hits it. His pups entire face draws up in pleasure as he shudders and moans loudly. "Oh fuck! Robby please - don't stop. Please fuck don't stop!" Dennis begs loudly. And Robby doesn't. Starts pounding that spot as fast as he can while moaning praise in his omega's ear. "So good for me pup - fuck - so fucking tight. You gonna come on my knot? You want my knot pretty boy?" He asks as he feels his knot start to form. He won't last long. And from the increasing loudness and incoherence in his omega's pleas, Dennis won't last long either.
Dennis nods frantically. He needs his alpha's knot. Needs his alpha to fill him up. To pup him and mate him. Fuck he really won't last. "Robby fuck- bite me!" He begs as he feels the knot in his stomach tie tighter and tighter. Baring his neck to the alpha as his thighs start trembling.
Robby's alpha instincts take over then. Within moments he's hovering over his omega's neck with his fangs bared waiting for the exact right moment. His knot starting to catch on Dennis's entrance and making it feel even better for both. "Alpha - gonna cum!" Dennis squeaks, on the verg edge. "Me too omega." Robby growls setting a hard and fast pace. He feels his dick pulse. Any moment now. He feels Dennis clench hard around him and moan in a high pitch. Now.
He bites down over one of his omega's scent glands and Dennis comes right then. Squirting around his alpha's dick as his knot pops and locks the both of them together for the foreseeable future. The bite bleeding as Robby's hips rut into his omega, riding out both their highs. His cum filling up the omega which has Dennis moaning happily as he drips the last bits of his cum and slick onto the nest. Robby groans as Dennis clenches around him, forcing a few more spurts out of him.
He lies down on Dennis. Both of them fucked out and Dennis clear minded for a few hours until the next wave of heat starts. "Was that good for you mate?" Robby asks softly. "Yeah, fuck. Never came like that." Dennis confesses. Robby chuckles. "Not surprised. You squirted love. So good for me." He praises. Dennis can't be bothered to ask what squirting means and just takes Robby's word for it. He was good. His mate was happy. Nothing more mattered.
Robby managed to make him dinner and get him to eat it and hydrate well before the next round began. A similar routine continued for the full five days Dennis's heat ended up lasting. A good two days longer than normal. And neither was in state to go back to work on the sixth day so it ended up taking eight days before they showed again.
Within three weeks everyone knows what happened by the bite mark on Dennis yes, but also by the honey like scent clinging to the both of them, and Dennis starting to get sick on his morning shifts suddenly and getting stuck throwing up in the bathroom nauseous and whining for his alpha until Robby showed up to rub his back and tell him he's going to be okay.
Yeah. Nobodies suprised when Dennis's tummy seems just that bit rounder and Robby starts getting extremely possesive...