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Slamming his car door, Dunk dragged a calloused hand down his face before lumbering up the stairs to his apartment building.
There was a dampness in the early spring air. Traffic whizzed by now and then, but Dunk paid it no mind, far too exhausted to care about anything other than collapsing into his bed.
Entering his building, he took his jacket off. He caught sight of his muddied jersey, the words ‘PENNYTREE’ in white, bolded letters on his back. The sight soured Dunk’s already foul mood.
I had nearly made it to the try-line, Dunk thought, recalling the lost rugby match. If only I had been more focused, I would have seen him coming before he tackled me.
It didn’t take a genius, which Dunk could never claim to be, to understand why he was distracted.
He had woken up two days straight with a hard-on, a fever, and tense muscles.
He was about to go into his rut.
Huffing, he attempted to push the thoughts to the back of his mind. He had a bit of time before his rut consumed him in full. He’d best prepare as much as he could. He quickly ran possible meal preps through his head that could sustain him through the next few days. He figured his hand would have to suffice where pleasure was concerned as he refused to sign up for any of those sleazy rut services that some of his teammates liked to partake in. He refused to share his rut with some random omega.
To him, those services were far too… transactional for something so intimate as sharing a rut.
Dunk turned his gaze to the staircase before him. He climbed the many steps to his apartment, rifled through his pockets to find his key, and unlocked the door.
Opening the door, he suddenly stepped back as his nose was assaulted with a concentrated wave of pheromones. The scent of ash and lavender wafted into the hallway.
Dunk would recognize the scent anywhere. And the omega who it belonged to.
Aerion Targaryen.
His ex-boyfriend, whom he had violently broken up with around four months prior, had somehow managed to break into his apartment and scent mark the whole place.
From what Dunk could see from the door, Aerion had left.
The clothes he normally left hanging over the side of the couch were missing, and the calendar he had left in the kitchen which had all his exam and match dates was turned to the next month. His laptop was also left on with his browsing history open.
Dunk sighed. This isn’t the first time this has happened. To be exact, this was the fourth. At this point, Dunk would need to buy a new wardrobe since many of his clothes had been stolen.
He’d already attempted to change his laptop pin with no success. Not only had Aerion managed to bypass it, but he had also changed it as well. Dunk had to call the little serpent, and rather than deigning to tell him the new pin, Aerion interrogated him instead.
‘Why do you keep messaging Raymun? I told you to block him.’
‘When is your game over? The game isn’t far from my father’s place. Will you come see me?’
‘Why must you keep ignoring me? All because I caught you making googly eyes at that puppeteer? I already told you that I forgive you for that.’
In the end, Dunk couldn’t take it anymore. He hung up and decided to guess as many times as it took.
He got it on the first try: Aerion’s nameday.
Dunk dragged his hair off his forehead and stepped into his apartment. He tossed his jacket onto the floor on his way to the bathroom. He showered, scrubbing his skin raw and rinsing the mud from his auburn hair with ice-cold water. After toweling off, he pulled on a fresh pair of briefs, likely one of his last.
Leaning against the ceramic sink, Dunk looked in the mirror. His pupils were blown wide, his striking blue irises barely visible. Despite the cold shower, his skin felt hot and his muscles were cramping.
He hoped to have at least another day, but his rut was coming on faster than he anticipated.
Inhaling the aroma still saturating the air, Dunk could feel his mind start to blur, drifting to thoughts of supple, pale skin and soft, alabaster hair. He saw lilac eyes, dilated as wide as his own, rolling back in pleasure as Dunk consumed slick directly from the source.
Dunk shook his head harshly. He didn’t need those types of thoughts now.
Enough of that. This is your first rut without him. You’ll get through it. Dunk thought in an attempt to hearten his resolve. Never mind your apartment reeks of him.
Straightening his back, Dunk stumbled out of the bathroom and to his bedroom door. Rain started falling outside, pattering against the windowsill.
It was then he noticed that despite his own musk of pine and rain intensifying since returning home, the aroma of ash and lavender hadn’t mitigated.
The omega pheromones should have faded by now. Unless the little serpent is still—
Dunk pushed into his bedroom.
—here.
Blinking, Dunk assessed the other presence in the room.
There, lying in the middle of his bed, was Aerion Targaryen.
He wore one of Dunk’s old, green jerseys. The fabric swallowed him whole, so Dunk could not tell if he had any briefs underneath, though he could see his slim calves and feet were bare.
A used resistance band that Dunk normally wore on his thighs while playing was now twisted into a makeshift collar around Aerion’s pale neck.
Dunk found his gaze locked there. Possessiveness bubbled in his chest at the sight of something that smelled of his sweat and musk wrapped around the omega’s unblemished scent gland.
“I thought you’d like the view,” Aerion sighed, causing Dunk’s eyes to look up from his throat.
“I prepared the nest for us,” Aerion continued, motioning to the bundle of linens, pillows, and clothes encircling him. “You’re welcome.”
Dunk bit the inside of his cheek before hesitantly striding up to the nest. A smirk curled up Aerion’s lip as he approached.
“You shouldn’t be here, Aerion,” Dunk said evenly, “We ended things a while ago. I don’t want you here anymore.”
Unperturbed, Aerion’s smirk only grew wider.
“You’ve said that before,” he replied.
“And I meant it,” Dunk said, stopping in front of Aerion’s contented form.
Aerion let out a small breath of amusement, leaning back into the nest like he belonged there.
“Then make me leave,” he challenged.
Dunk scoffed and crossed his arms in front of him. “I can’t seem to make you do anything, can I? You break into my apartment, steal my things, and search through my laptop even when I ask you kindly not to.”
“I can do as I please,” Aerion said calmly, as if that was a reasonable excuse. He wrapped his arms around Dunk’s neck and pulled himself upright, rising to his knees. He staggered for a moment, and Dunk reached out on instinct, gripping his waist to steady him. He tried not to notice how his large hand spanned half of it. “We’re alpha and omega. I can do whatever I want with our things.”
Dunk rolled his eyes, though he didn’t release his hold on the other. “We’re not anything, Aerion. How many times must I—”
“You’ve been texting that Fossoway whore again. Even though I told you not to.” Aerion said. His voice was level but his lips were pursed, a sign of his mood souring.
Dunk’s jaw clenched at the accusation. He figured Aerion had likely found the messages he and Raymun frequently exchanged by pilfering through his laptop. He felt bitterness rise in his chest at the invasion of his privacy.
“Raymun is my best friend, Aerion. I’m not going to stop talking to him just because of your unwarranted resentment. Just because he’s an omega doesn’t mean—”
“Doesn’t mean what?” Aerion interrupted, his voice sharp as a blade. His eyes narrowed, exposing his lilac irises, and his scent spiked with irritation. “That he couldn’t possibly want you for himself? That he is constantly inviting you out, cooking you food, snatching your glass to pour that acrid-smelling cider of his, all to be friends?”
Aerion let out a crude chuckle. “Don’t be so dense, Dunk. He wants your cock shoved into his undeserving cunt.”
Dunk sighed, rubbing his fingers on his forehead. “That’s ridiculous. He’s like a brother to me. You’re just looking for reasons to be jealous.”
Aerion’s lips curled into a sneer, and his voice dropped to a low, dangerous purr. “Jealous of him? Don’t make me laugh.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against Dunk’s skin.
“Don’t try to deny it. You were jealous of her, too,” Dunk mumbled as memories flooded back unbidden. That puppeteer, Tanselle, had caught his eye momentarily, her skill with the puppets fascinating. Aerion had noticed, and he broke her fingers because of it.
Dunk felt his fist clench at his side as he remembered punching and kicking Aerion in the woman’s defence.
Now, standing there, Dunk felt the animosity rise in his throat. It made him want to puke.
Not the image of the blood and exposed bone. But of the disgrace that he, a man who had been raised by his adoptive father to be an honorable alpha, had dared to strike an omega half his size.
Aerion would probably never realize that Dunk’s guilt caused him to break it off with him, rather than the puppeteer.
“You ruined her career for no reason.”
Aerion’s expression didn’t falter. “She deserved it,” he said simply, his voice calm. “She knew what she was doing.”
“She was just doing her job!” Dunk snapped. “You’re violent, Aerion. And I don’t want to deal with that anymore.”
“Why haven’t you thrown me out then? If I’m as unhinged as you say, why have you not grabbed me and pushed me out the door?” Aerion purred, his fingers trailing along the nape of Dunk’s neck.
Dunk paused. Why hadn’t I done that?
Squeezing the hand wrapped around the omega’s waist, Dunk tried to picture himself kicking Aerion out. He imagined pulling him from the nest and pushing him until he stumbled past the front door.
A growl erupted from deep within his chest at the thought. His inner alpha, spurred on by his rut, making its anger known. Dunk couldn’t go through with it.
Suddenly, cool breath ghosted against Dunk’s lips.
As Dunk lost himself in his thoughts, Aerion brought his face a mere inch away from his. His lilac eyes shifted, assessing the larger man’s face.
And Dunk gazed into them, losing himself further in the process. The room smelled of their intermingling scents. To Dunk, it reminded him of a dewy morning meadow.
He remembers running through them all the time when his father would take him on one of their spontaneous adventures. Dunk remembers one particular memory where he was running and his foot caught in a hole, twisting painfully. Tears were streaming down his face as his father chuckled at him.
Get up, he had said, as if mere words could take away his pain. He remembers shaking his head, but his father merely smiled and repeated, get up. And Dunk grabbed the outstretched hand and pulled himself onto his unsteady feet.
His father had been his only family. And now, he was gone, and Dunk was all alone again.
But you don’t need to be, Dunk thought. He dropped his gaze to the collar around Aerion’s neck. The elastic was stretched and fraying from rough use. It ought to be something like silk, in the crimson he likes.
When Aerion let out a loud laugh, Dunk realized he had said that last thought aloud.
“It would suit me better,” Aerion agreed, playing with Dunk’s hair.
Shutting his eyes, Dunk relaxed into the feeling. He could no longer tell if it was his hormones or Aerion’s ministrations that were making his head foggy. Truthfully, he didn’t care. As mad as the omega was, Dunk considered him his own once.
Dunk opened his eyes, having made his decision. It was a foolish one, but gazing at the cruel, sadistic omega curled into him, he knew it was the right one.
“I never loved Raymun,” Dunk started, “Nor did I ever hold affections for that puppeteer.”
Aerion stilled, his fingers motionless in Dunk’s hair.
“I’ve only ever loved you.” Dunk continued, tilting Aerion’s chin up so that he could get a better look at his collar. “Perhaps that makes me just as mad as you.”
“I’m not mad,” Aerion snapped, though his words lacked conviction.
“Yes, you are,” Dunk replied, kissing his forehead.
“You are needlessly ruthless,” he added, kissing near the side of his eye.
“You are spoiled. And you love to play the victim when you’ve been caught.” He kissed the corner of his mouth, making Aerion whine.
“You’re insecure, and you’re constantly needing affection from me, no matter how hard I push you away.”
The last comment struck a nerve.
“I do not need your affection, and I am perfectly secure in myself,” Aerion hissed.
“Is that so?” Dunk chuckled. Aerion pursed his mouth, glaring up at Dunk.
The alpha knew there was nothing he could ever do to make Aerion admit his true feelings. Hells, the omega might not truly know them himself.
But there was something Dunk needed to hear from him. Something that mattered more to him than life itself.
Dunk pressed the palm of his hand into Aerion’s navel, he could feel the heat of the other through the rough-spun jersey. Aerion gasped at the sudden touch, instinctively covering Dunk’s much larger hand with his own. Dunk couldn’t help but smirk. The slender hand was only half the size of his own.
“I want pups,” Dunk said, massaging his palm into Aerion. “I want a family more than anything.”
The words caused Aerion to purr, a blush spreading across his sharp cheeks as his pale eyelashes fluttered.
“I want to hold my newborn babe in my arms. Watch them wail their lungs out as I rock them. Feel their small hand grip my finger.”
Aerion’s eyes started to shift quickly as he gazed into Dunk’s, thoughts running past his mind.
“I want the challenges too. I want the screams that wake me in the night. The permanent bags under my eyes. The fear and uncertainty of raising a new life.”
Dunk felt a weight press down in his chest at his confession, nervous of Aerion’s response.
“Do you want that, Aerion?” Dunk whispered, resting his forehead against the omega’s.
Aerion was still for a moment, then a smile crept up his face. Not one of his twisted smirks, but a soft, genuine smile.
“Yes. I want that,” Aerion whispered, before letting out a soft chuckle. “If I had known you thought so fondly of pups, I would have baby-trapped you four months ago. Would have saved us so much trouble.”
Dunk pressed his mouth into a thin line at Aerion’s words, knowing full well the omega meant them.
But he couldn’t deny the heat that blossomed in him at the thought of his omega, round with his babe.
Dunk let out a pleased growl, possessiveness stirring in his veins.
Acting before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips against Aerion's plump ones. The kiss quickly devolved into something aggressive.
Dunk bit and nipped, drawing blood before pushing his tongue into Aerion’s mouth.
Aerion moaned, running his hands along Dunk’s bared front, tickling the sparse auburn hair on his chest.
Needing air, Dunk pulled away, Aerion’s lips instinctively chasing after him.
Dunk trailed his eyes down to where Aerion’s pinkened skin disappeared, covered by Dunk’s jersey.
Now that won’t do.
Dunk shut his eyes, deciding just how much the garment meant to him. Aerion, perturbed by the silence, whined and attempted to lean up to continue kissing. But he was stopped as Dunk pushed his forehead harshly, causing him to fall back into the nest.
In the new position, Dunk’s jersey rode up, exposing Aerion’s bare groin to the warm air of the apartment.
Unable to stop the guttural moan that left his throat, Dunk gazed down lovingly as he took in the sight before him.
Trimmed white hair glistened with slick. It surrounded the prettiest cunt Dunk was sure he would ever lay eyes on. The swollen clit peeked from its hood above pink folds.
By the Gods, did Dunk want to devour it. His eyes drew up to his old jersey, decision made.
Dunk pulled himself into the nest. He easily pushed Aerion’s knees apart, settling in between them. Then, with more strength than was necessary, he tore the shirt from Aerion, tossing it away.
“Took you long enough,” Aerion moaned, loosening his makeshift collar. “Now hurry up and get inside of me. Put your bite on me as well while you’re at it.”
Dunk stiffened. He didn’t appreciate the omega giving him commands, never mind about something so permanent. He gazed at the laundry that was shoved into the nest. Some was Aerion’s, but some was his.
His eyes caught on several garments that had gone missing months ago. And that’s when, through the haze, Dunk felt his ire grow.
“You broke into my apartment. Rifled through my things. Now you seek to ask more from me?” Dunk couldn’t help but laugh. Aerion truly was a demanding brat.
“I’m not going to bite you, omega,” Dunk continued.
Aerion growled. He attempted to sit up but was forced back down.
“You will do what I want, alpha!” Aerion seethed. He attempted to push himself up again, likely using all his strength.
Rather than push again, Dunk deigned to pull Aerion’s ankle. The omega fell back with a startled humph.
“You’re not in control here,” Dunk rumbled, his tone even. “You’ve been spoiled for far too long. It’s time someone put you in your place.”
Letting out a sarcastic chuckle, Aerion pushed his tongue into the side of his lip and pinched his eyebrows.
“Don’t be stupid. If my own father can’t get it through to me after all these years, you surely can’t.”
Dunk hummed before responding, “We’ll see about that…”
Searching the mounds of the nest, Dunk found a large pillow, likely from Aerion’s own bedroom given the velvety texture of it. Aerion trilled as Dunk lifted his hips and placed the pillow beneath him, shifting it until he was assured of the omega’s comfort.
“No reason this needs to be more uncomfortable than necessary,” Dunk remarked, as if speaking only to himself.
Aerion’s brows furrowed in confusion, “What nonsense are you talking—”
His words were cut off, his mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ as a loud smack reverberated through the room. Then, he let out a shrill scream as his back arched painfully.
Dunk couldn’t stop the smirk that crept up his face as he rubbed the pretty cunt he had just spanked.
Aerion came back to himself. “You lumbering oaf—”
Smack
The sound was much louder this time, and Aerion’s eyes rolled backwards for a second. By the time they returned to glare at Dunk, his body was thrashing.
“Duncan! Stop this!” He pleaded, attempting to grab the hand Dunk had placed against his folds, though no matter how much he yanked, it did not move.
“Why don’t you leave then? Why not walk out the door?” Dunk mocked, mimicking Aerion’s own words from earlier.
As if to further prove his point, Dunk leaned back, removing all contact with Aerion. “There... You’re free to go.”
Nostrils flaring, Aerion appraised Dunk, but did nothing else. The silence stretched as Dunk blinked down at him. His scent was starting to sour as his jaw clenched and unclenched.
After a while, Aerion let out a stunted breath and relaxed back into the nest. His thighs fell apart, and he brought his arms up to cover his eyes. Dunk tsked, leaning forward to pull the limbs away, gazing lovingly into Aerion’s watery eyes.
“I’m going to cuff you ten times. I’ve already given you two.” Dunk caressed a sharp cheek. “Do you think you can handle it, princeling?"
A blush deepened across Aerion’s moonlit body. Whether at the question or the sound of hearing his disused nickname after several months, Dunk did not know. And when Aerion gave him a short nod, he did not care.
Nodding in return, Dunk returned his hand to Aerion’s cunt. Lightly tickling the white hair, before lifting his hand and bringing it down with a sharp slap.
Aerion’s body jerked. His legs instinctively shut, crushing Dunk’s arm, and he let out a short scream.
Dunk shushed him soothingly, parting his legs again. He pushed his free hand against Aerion’s knee to keep them open.
Then, with little fanfare, he slapped Aerion’s cunt even harder, uncaring of Aerion’s pain.
Dunk continued the punishment as Aerion convulsed, gasping for breath between screams.
Fresh waves of slick gushed from his cunt with each strike.
By the time Dunk reached ten, Aerion was a tearful, hysterical wreck. His body was trembling uncontrollably as Dunk massaged comfortingly against his now reddened cunt. The pillow below his hips was saturated with slick, and Dunk couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of it.
“Look at you,” Dunk muttered as he leaned down, dragging his tongue across Aerion’s chest, “Finally, the victim you always pretend to be in front of your father.”
“Do not speak of him—“ Dunk sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth, twisting the other “—here.”
The omega moaned and threaded his fingers through Dunk’s hair, pulling him further into his chest. Dunk twirled his tongue harder in response as Aerion moaned.
Giving a final hard suck, Dunk bit the bud as he lifted his head. Aerion whimpered as his nipple was pulled taut.
Grinning, Dunk released the tortured bud before kissing and licking downward.
He continued his path until he reached his prize.
Aerion twitched as Dunk’s breath ghosted against his folds, highly sensitive from the battering it received.
Humming in appreciation, Dunk inhaled the concentrated scent of ash and lavender. He nosed into the silken hair near the swollen clit, relishing in its softness.
Aerion wriggled his hips impatiently. “Are you going to get on with it? Or am I to leave disappointed?”
Dunk grinned.
“It’s nice to see not all your arrogance has been spanked out of you,” Dunk mumbled.
He pulled the pillow beneath Aerion’s hips further down so his hips tilted upwards more.
Then, with his tongue flattened, Dunk licked a long strip against the red folds. Aerion keened loudly and jerked away instinctively, his hands yanking Dunk’s hair.
Dunk merely pulled him back and continued his ministrations.
He devoured the pretty cunt. He swallowed the sweet slick and growled contentedly, the vibrations causing Aerion to squirm.
The omega’s chest heaved unrhythmically as he gasped out breathy moans and whines. His head lolled from side to side before his back arched beautifully as Dunk sucked his swollen clit into his mouth.
Dunk twirled his tongue over Aerion’s apex. Feeling particularly cruel, he hummed against the bundle of nerves. Aerion’s whole body froze for a moment before he attempted to launch himself away, shrieking at the overstimulation.
“Apologies, prince,” Dunk chuckled, “I knew you preferred my mouth on you. Had I realized you were more averse to it now, I wouldn’t have done that.”
“Do not try to act the fool. You did that on purpose,” Aerion rasped, voice gone.
“No, I just got carried away.”
Aerion scoffed, not believing a word out of Dunk’s mouth.
But this—” Dunk suddenly shoved two calloused fingers into Aerion’s entrance “—is on purpose.”
Aerion moaned as Dunk roughly drove his fingers into and out of his cunt. The omega had always loved rough treatment.
Now and then, Dunk would hook his fingers into the spot he knew would cause Aerion to see stars.
Eventually, he added a third finger to the mix. It was still smaller than Dunk’s own cock, which was rock hard in his briefs.
Withdrawing his fingers, Dunk gazed fondly at the slick glistening along them. He licked them clean. Aerion whined at the sudden emptiness, his hips shifting upward in search of contact.
He growled low in his chest as he leaned over the omega. With little fanfare, he removed his briefs and threw them into the nest. Then he positioned himself between Aerion’s trembling thighs.
Aerion looked in awe at the size of him, as he always did, licking his lips. “Hurry up and get inside of me.”
“You’re insatiable,” Dunk muttered, his voice rough with desire as he lined himself up with Aerion’s entrance. Without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself halfway in one smooth, punishing stroke. Despite only half his length inside, it still practically split the omega in two. Aerion cried out as his body stretched to accommodate the alpha’s massive cock.
Dunk groaned, his head falling forward as he savored the tight, wet heat enveloping him. He gave Aerion no time to adjust, pulling out before slamming back in with a force that made the omega’s breath break.
This was what he had been craving. He could feel his rut fester as he watched Aerion, pliant and needy beneath him, taking everything Dunk deigned to give.
Dunk felt a pleased rumble reverberate in his chest at the pathetic image before him. It scratched an itch Dunk didn’t like to admit he had. To see the omega, who had everything served to him on a golden platter and still enjoyed seizing more, desperate and distressed. For once, he could only gain what he wanted at someone else’s mercy.
It felt like a sort of justice to Dunk.
“Harder,” Aerion demanded, his voice trembling but still laced with that familiar defiance. “Duncan, I—”
“Quiet,” Dunk growled, cutting him off with another brutal thrust. He leaned down, capturing Aerion’s lips in a searing kiss that silenced the omega’s protests. Their bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm. The sound of skin hitting skin mingling with their shared breaths and moans.
He had no interest in hearing what Aerion had to say. He only chased his own pleasure.
Dunk’s instincts started to take over, his thrusts growing rougher. He nipped at the elastic still wrapped around Aerion’s neck that now smelled of them.
Aerion’s legs tightened around Dunk’s waist, pulling him deeper as a litany of broken moans spilled from his lips.
Dunk could feel his release building, and he knew Aerion wasn’t far behind.
With Aerion’s walls fluttering around him, Dunk knew the omega’s body was trembling on the edge of release. So Dunk started to press firm circles against his swollen clit.
Between the brutal thrusts and the massaging of his apex, Dunk was not shocked that Aerion did not last long.
“Duncan!” Aerion’s voice broke as he came, his cunt clamping down around Dunk’s cock. Slick flowed from him, drenching Dunk’s cock and the pillow beneath them.
Dunk grunted, his thrusts stuttering as he felt his knot begin to swell.
With a final, deep thrust, Dunk buried himself fully, his knot stretching Aerion’s entrance as he came. His release spilled hot and thick inside the omega, filling him in a way that made Dunk’s chest swell with primal satisfaction.
Aerion whimpered. His body, still twitching with the aftershocks of his own orgasm, now struggled to expand for the alpha’s swollen cock.
Dunk leaned forward, resting his forehead against Aerion’s as he panted, their breath mingling. He ran a hand through sweaty, alabaster hair as he soothed his omega with soft coos.
My omega, huh. Dunk gazed lovingly into Aerion’s eyes. Got to admit. It feels right.
For a moment, there was only their labored breathing and the occasional shudder that passed through Aerion’s frame.
Dunk pressed a chaste kiss to his omega’s forehead, his alpha sated. For now.
But he could still feel the itch in his gut. The one that wouldn’t leave until the alpha in him was satisfied he had put a pup in Aerion’s womb, uncaring of the birth control the smaller man took like clockwork.
Dunk rolled over so they were both lying on their side. Aerion was already attempting to blink sleep from his eyes. A battle he was losing.
Sighing contentedly, Dunk pulled Aerion closer. He shut his eyes, hoping sleep would take him soon. His ruts had always been an exhausting ordeal. He’d need all the rest he could get.
******
Dunk pried his eyes open four days later. The sun was forcing its way through his shut blinds, illuminating his sparse bedroom.
His eyes landed on Aerion, who was snuggled into his side. He was scrolling through his phone with his eyebrows pinched together and his lips downturned.
It took Dunk a second before he realized…
That was his phone.
Dunk launched himself and attempted to grab the phone, but Aerion was faster, pushing himself away in time.
“What are you doing with my phone, Aerion!” Dunk yelled, attempting again to grab the electronic. “How did you even get on?”
“Face ID,” Aerion replied blandly. Dunk expected him to say more, but he only continued scrolling.
Huffing, Dunk relaxed his body back into the bed. He was already used to the omega searching through his laptop. What made his phone any different?
“You’ve been speaking a lot to Lyonel. Why?”
“He’s my team captain, Aerion. Don’t block him,” Dunk replied, dragging a hand down his face.
“Relax. I’ve no issue with the so-called Laughing Storm,” Aerion snarked, as if being concerned about Lyonel was a preposterous idea. As if he didn’t want to stab everyone Dunk had texted in the last four months while he gave him the cold shoulder.
Dunk knew Aerion’s lack of jealousy only came from Lyonel being an alpha, and therefore not a possible competitor like Raymun was, unfortunately, classified.
Aerion continued to rifle through his phone for another ten minutes before handing it back to Dunk.
The alpha accepted it wordlessly, already knowing half his contacts were likely blocked. What he wasn’t expecting was screenshots of his location history texted to Aerion’s number.
“What the hells,” Dunk mumbled.
“You changed your routines. I’ve had trouble finding out where you are,” Aerion responded, inspecting his fingernails.
“You’ve been following me around?” Dunk questioned, already figuring the answer.
“Of course. I need to make sure you’re not doing anything improper.”
Dunk nodded his head in disbelief. “Making sure I’m not messing around with anyone new, is that it?”
Aerion rolled his eyes, then curled himself into Dunk’s side.
“I have every right to know your habits. You're the father of my future pup,” Aerion purred, grabbing Dunk’s hand and pressing it into the flat of his stomach. “I can’t have you doing anything that jeopardizes us. Our future.”
Dunk snorted, “I doubt we’re expecting just yet, princeling, unless you forgot to take your birth control before breaking in here.”
A smirk crept up Aerion’s lips. It caused Dunk’s stomach to stir.
“I didn’t take them,” Aerion said, a pleased note in his voice like he expected Dunk to praise him.
Instead, Dunk blinked. His mind blank.
“You’re normally so careful. I can’t believe you forgot them…”
His voice trailed off as a scheming glint shimmered in Aerion’s eyes.
“You fucking—” Dunk pushed himself up, glaring down at Aerion’s smug face, “—you didn’t take them on purpose… You actually did intend to baby-trap me!”
Aerion started laughing as Dunk fumed.
Eventually, the omega calmed himself and sat up as well, tracing his fingers across Dunk’s chest.
“Are you doing anything next Saturday?”
Dunk huffed, “No. Don’t tell me you’ve already booked your first ultrasound?”
Aerion looked up at him fondly.
“I booked the moving company.”
“What moving company!”
“The one that’s going to help get all your rustic things into my apartment.”
Dunk’s mouth opened in shock for a moment before he shut it with a click.
He groaned and threw himself back into the nest. When Aerion curled on top of him, Dunk wrapped an arm around him.
He could fight more if he wanted to. But gazing at the omega resting above his heart, his only family in the world minus a possible pup in his womb, Dunk decided he was done fighting.
It was time he accepted his fate. And his omega.