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What’s a young, needy omega to do when his favorite co-worker, who just happens to be an alpha, hasn’t taken any notice of his charming advances? Well, hell if Aventurine knew, because that was the situation he found himself in right now. He’d given countless gifts, articles of clothing practically radiating with his scent, even buying the other man new bath salts when he had mentioned running low on his favorite kind. He’d pulled out all the stops and yet he hadn’t gotten a single word, of course, the man he was pathetically trying to court was always grateful for his gifts. He hadn’t once turned Aventurine down- But that’s what made it worse! It made it so much worse, actually.
His beloved doctor always smiled, reassuring Aventurine that he didn’t have to give him anything- Was he truly so blind? Did his nose not pick up the obvious scent his new sweaters and shirts were completely drenched in? Aventurine got comments on his scent all the time and not just from alphas who wanted to take a bite out of him. Betas and other omegas complimented him for having such a perfectly sweet scent, “any partner would love to wake up to that smell for the rest of their life”. Either they were just being kind or this professor had some kind of case of scent-blindness- but he’s indicated picking up peoples’ scents before! So that makes no sense!
The poor omega just threw his head back against his bed, groaning which steadily transitioned into a whine. He rolled around the soft mattress, uncaring if it ruined his blankets and sheets. It didn’t matter, afterall, he was going to rearrange the entire thing to make a nest for his upcoming heat. He was hoping Dr. Ratio would have either rejected or accepted him by now, maybe already going on a few dates … But no, his doctor was being thickheaded, either not noticing or pretending not to! And, honestly, that stung Aventurine’s pride. He was attractive, at least physically, random alphas with little to no manners would try to bed him every week. So he must have something going for him in that department. And he and Ratio almost always got along, had they both not be cursed with horrifically busy schedules, they’d be hanging out all the time!
So what was it? Did Ratio just not see Aventurine in that way? He’d understand if it was that (no he wouldn’t), but he would communicate that as soon as Aventurine gave him a scented item! Every alpha with a brain knows how important it is to receive such a gift, regardless of romantic intent or not! One of the smartest men Aventurine knew, practically a god amongst men, eight PhDs under his belt, and he couldn’t sense an omega was flirting with him? Did he walk into work, wearing the clothes covered in Aventurine’s sweet, honeyed scent and think it was entirely normal to do so? Aeons, how many people thought the doctor was taken because of him doing that?
He flopped back on his back, his limbs spread wide, but that didn’t really mean much with how large his bed was. Dr. Ratio was such a charming man, polite, but stern, and he treated everyone as equals. Amazing qualities that are rare to find in alphas these days, not to mention the doctor was several years older than him. Nothing … dangerous, but the age gap existed and was right up Aventurine’s alley. Everything about him screamed Aventurine’s type. He took such good care of his body, he was strong enough to lift multiple of Aventurine, his hair was soft, and his scent.
Aeons, his scent.
Aventurine remembered the first time the two met face-to-face, immediately almost keeling over from how thick the doctor’s scent was. An adorable trait about Ratio is that the man doesn’t seem to catch that he’s emitting his scent constantly. And Aventurine wasn’t a coward, he had commented on it quite a few times, pointing out that the way the doctor presented himself made him look like he was always looking for a mate. The older man just scoffed, and Aventurine can recall his exact words:
“I’ve no reason to hide who or what I am. If others have an issue with it, they can deal with that themselves.”
So humble yet so egotistical. It shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was to Aventurine in the heat of the moment. The professor wasn’t even a mean guy, he was generously kind if anything. Yet he never strayed from being prideful or arrogant, he acknowledges his accomplishments like any sane man would, but he’s always striving for more. It was incredibly admirable, really. People shouldn’t feel like they have to hide their scent or secondary genders, but due to society’s view on such things, they did. Encouraging that reclamation of freedom was beautiful.
But it made Aventurine’s instincts want to scream. He had to remind himself they weren’t a pair, that he wasn’t entitled to Dr. Ratio. They weren’t mates. But it never made the pit in his stomach go away every time Ratio spoke about yet another omega trying to get into his pants, or the however many times he’s had to kick out students of various secondary genders because they couldn’t stop arguing about or over their own professor. Aventurine would laugh at the stories, making some half-related comment with his usual smile, but the whole time he’d be digging his fingers into the tops of his legs.
It wasn’t logical, it wasn’t right, it sure as hell wasn’t healthy, but he craved to see all those students faces when their professor walks into class with a mating bite proudly displayed on his neck. He wanted their reactions, he wanted Ratio to be his, for there to be no doubt about that information. For every story the doctor has told him about rejecting a pursuer, he wants to leave a bite on the man’s body. Every time he’s had to throw out a student, Aventurine wants to leave a possessive kiss on his mark on Ratio’s neck.
His head was spinning, the walls seeming to get closer and closer. Stupid pre-heat, stupid omega instincts, stupid, stupid courting. He dug his nails into his bed, quietly hissing in frustration at the nonsense situation he was in. His nails should be digging into that doctor’s meaty thighs or his wide shoulders, clawing at the skin and leaving angry little red marks in their wake. He should be pulling Ratio into his nest and tearing off his clothes, begging for his-
The buzzing of his phone quickly threw him out of his thoughts. A whine ringing through his throat as he reached for his phone, ready to snap at whoever was interrupting him when he specifically specified-
It was the doctor. His beloved doctor. He almost dropped his phone, hands trembling almost too much to tap the little ‘accept’ button, hitting his head as he pressed the phone to his ear.
“Doctor!” He happily exclaimed, smiling with all his teeth despite the man on the other side of the line being unable to see him. Surely, if he had a tail it’d be wagging so fast it hurt.
There was the sounds of rustling, likely the phone being picked up and moved to one of the doctor’s shoulders. But finally, his lovely, silky soft voice eventually came through the speaker. “Aventurine, I didn’t think you’d pick up.” Oh right, he took time off of work, of course, he didn’t specify the exact reason- just for people to not bother him during his break. He got … snappy during his heats, while most omegas his age would become pliant and submissive, Aventurine got angry and unruly. He’d only briefly explained that to the doctor once, and it was when he had a few shots of alcohol coursing through his veins.
Oh, his doctor always listened to what he had to say, even when they just sounded like tipsy ramblings. It took so much willpower to not groan at just the thought. “I always have time for you, silly~ What do you need?” Aventurine in his normal state of mind would be disgusted at how openly needy he sounded, even with just his voice he sounded as if he were on the verge of collapsing. But right now, he couldn’t care less how or what he was coming off as, he’d been deprived of his alpha’s gorgeous voice for so long, he was perfectly allowed to be a little … clingy. “Is it the bath salts I got for you? Are they not the right kind? Just say so and I’ll-”
“No, Aventurine, it’s not that at all.” Why did he sound so upset? That wasn’t the tone of voice alphas used when their omega did something good. This time, he couldn’t control the pathetic noises that so badly wanted to leave his throat, this one was a whine. Before he could even ask what’s wrong, the doctor continued. “The bath salts are perfect, but you-” Aventurine’s heart clenched at those words, was he about to be punished or praised? Ratio only spoke like this when he did something reckless on a mission. He could feel bile rising in his throat, that mixed with his heart hammering in his chest made for a really bitter scent filling his bedroom.
“Gambler?” Huh? Had Aventurine not heard? Was he so deep in his own thoughts he ignored his precious doctor?? Aeons, he couldn’t stop messing up.
“My apologies, Ratio, can you repeat yourself?” He asks before the wound he created can get too deep. The smell of his own pungent scent was getting to him, his stomach tying in a million different kind of knots.
… Hold on-
Wait, no- No, no. Wrong choice of words, do not think about knots while on the phone with your alpha crush who’s probably wearing something with your scent on it. Do not follow that path leading right into a shoddily disguised trap. Another whine left his throat, he couldn’t help but press his thighs together, ignoring the tearing sound coming from underneath his hand. The one that was supposed to be ‘resting’ against his bed.
“Hm.” He heard Ratio huff out, “I said you don’t sound like you’re in the best condition. Should I leave you be?”
“No!” The omega yelled before he could even think of stopping himself. He quickly began to readjust, trying desperately to go back to sounding normal, or at least as best as he could mimic it. “I’m fine, I just- I just hit my knee on the corner of my bed before you caught me, still stings, haha.” He pants out, rolling onto his stomach, praying that pressing down on it would extinguish the horrible heat building in his core. “I haven’t heard from you since my break started, thought I just never would. That’s real cruel of you to do to me, doc. You can’t go hanging up now.” Another whine left his throat, his inner omega trying so badly to coax this alpha into staying, even if he had no reason to.
If he listened closely, and trust him, he was, he could hear the scratching sound of a pencil against paper. Did the doctor call him in the middle of work? No- It was deep into the evening, he wouldn’t be with any students now … So he was likely at home grading assignments- Or making new ones, Aventurine couldn’t tell from what little information he had. But the thing was that Ratio was actively writing during their call. His full attention wasn’t on Aventurine. And something about that made the back of his eyesockets burn. Why didn’t the professor care enough to focus on him? Was the whole thing with not rejecting or accepting him just so he could toy with Aventurine? Was that all it is to him?
He removed his hand from the torn bedsheets, tangling it into his messy blonde hair and giving himself a few tugs. His head tilted with the force he used, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. At this point, his scent was full-on sour, no well-knowing person would ever approach him in this state, this was a scent reserved for mates to come and comfort. But Aventurine’s potential mate was busy grading some stupid student’s biology test. He grit his teeth, uncaring towards the screaming sounds of his hair being ripped out of his scalp, simply digging his fist back in for another go.
His sniffles, amongst other pathetic noises, must have reminded Ratio he was on a voice call, because he finally came back to respond. Aventurine couldn’t pick between being utterly elated or scornful. But no matter how he felt, the alpha’s voice still soothed his cracked soul. “Sorry, Aventurine, I had to write some information down. Now …” Aventurine’s insistent tugs didn’t stop, he was either about to be brutally rejected or- or .. he couldn’t think of anything else that would come from this! His doctor was about to leave him in the dirt because he let his instincts guide him for once, he was disgusting, now Ratio saw him for what he really was. Just a pathetic little omega who didn’t even have anything good to offer him. His body had already been used countless times, no loving alpha would want him like this. Not a single man of any secondary gender would genuinely love him! Tears slipped down his cheeks as he spiraled, more hair getting tugged from it’s roots and abandoned on the bed.
Disgusting, what a disgusting wreck. Why did he even think he’d have a cha-
“Would you like me to visit?”
…
What?
His sniffles came to an abrupt halt.
What did Dr. Ratio just say?
He must’ve sounded just as dumbfounded as his thoughts, since the doctor began to elaborate without another word from Aventurine. “According to my calculations, your heat is a couple days away, if not tomorrow, isn’t it? At least, if the dates of your last few are correct.”
What was happening. Was this real?
“You- Wha … Huh?” What else was Aventurine supposed to say? How do you reasonably react to this?? There was no reasonable reaction! This- This frustrating alpha has the nerve to-
“I don’t believe I’m wrong … And you’ve expressed your heats are particularly unbearable, listing symptoms such as ‘mood swings, pent-up anger, and, most importantly, painful cramps. The first two are relatively normal pre-heat symptoms, but the last is something to watch out for.”
What- Why was he-
“I want to visit before it can get any worse, if that’s alright with you.”
Aventurine sniffled, rubbing at his cheek, no longer pulling his hair out. “But- But why would you …”
Dr. Ratio hummed at that, sounding … sympathetic? But wasn’t he mad with Aventurine? Was this all just about to be some cruel prank on the poor omega? “Why wouldn’t I visit you? Am I not your boyfriend? Your alpha?”
Oh.
Oh.
Ratio … Thought they were dating.
Aeons, how could a man this smart be so clueless about relationships? It was truly adorable, the implications making Aventurine’s heart ache, but right now he just wanted to scream into his pillow over it. Dr. Ratio, with all his wit and charm, couldn’t tell when a relationship started or- or what stage in said relationship they were even on! Aventurine didn’t even know how long this man had been thinking this or why he never asked Aventurine about it. He knew Ratio had an ego but did he really think he was above asking some questions about their relationship?
It was cute, so frustratingly cute. It shouldn’t be, and it wasn’t at the moment, because Aventurine’s inner omega wanted to tear this guy’s head off for being so ignorant. But it was really cute, another charming trait about his beloved doctor, his sweet professor. This was exactly why Aventurine had to be his omega, how many times has he been a victim of thinking a relationship was deeper than it was? The omega needed to protect him, shelter his heart from everyone else, he needed to bite down on that man’s flesh now.
But, but, instead of speaking up, pointing out they’d never officially began dating, Aventurine just let it happen. They could have a talk as long as they want after his heat. After Dr. Ratio finished making up all this time with some nice, steamy sex. Aventurine wouldn’t forgive him until a few knots have passed, until that happens, he’s letting himself be as bratty as he wants. The doctor has it coming for being so inconsiderate, so- so stupid sometimes.
He let himself whimper into the phone, "Mhm … You’re my alpha.” As frustrated as he was, the words still made him giddy, his once sour, spoiled honey scent easing back into it’s naturally sweet flavor. “I just forget I have somebody now.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, there’s been many times where he’d be having some kind of mental episode and he just never thought to contact Ratio for help. You could say that was what was happening just before his favorite doctor called him. “Can you visit? Please?” The ‘I’ll be good.’ was silent, but it was there, and it was heavy resting on his tongue. It didn’t need to be said, he’d always be good for his doctor.
His doctor.
“Of course, I’m already on my way, would you like me to stay on the call?”
Once more, Aventurine found himself swooning, slick threatening to gush between his thighs from just the bare minimum of kindness from a partner. It wasn’t his fault it was so attractive, that the way Dr. Ratio always asked before doing anything to Aventurine made the young man’s skin buzz with life. It made him think- Would he ask about everything? Would he ask for permission to shove his fingers into Aventurine’s hole? Would he wait for Aventurine’s word to begin thrusting into him? Would he plead for Aventurine to let him knot him? Oh, Gaiathra, have mercy on his soul.
“Please stay. Your voice- I need it.” Aventurine begged, in too deep to go back now.
Dr. Ratio just made an affirmative noise, then asked “Would you like to hear about my day, then?” Aventurine didn’t have to use his words for the alpha to know the answer was yes. It was always yes. Yes, yes, yes. Anything Ratio wanted from him was a yes. He didn’t have to ask but he did, he always did, he always tried so hard to make sure Aventurine was comfortable with their relationship, that no clear boundaries were ever crossed. It felt so good to be respected, really, but Aventurine was still a little torn up about the fact Ratio was convinced they’d been dating this whole time. He’d dig into the man about that when it came up, he will. It won’t be forgotten, that was for sure.
But for a while, he was content with just listening to Ratio drive to his penthouse, the sound of his voice staving off the negative effects of Aventurine’s pre-heat. Tales from the day turned into how his week had been, and then it transitioned into what he’s been doing while Aventurine wasn’t around. It all eased away the tension and stress consuming the omega’s being, melting bit by bit with each syllable that fell from his alpha’s lips. Now, instead of tugging at his hair in distress, Aventurine found himself rearranging his bed into a nest. Knowing that his alpha would be here soon finally motivated him into creating one.
It stung that he didn’t have any of Ratio’s clothes to shove into the nest, but it’d have to do for now. Now that he knew the other man felt the same, he’d make sure to beg for some scented items to keep in times of need. He wondered if his phone was picking up his purring, or if Ratio could hear the rustling of fabric as he moved things around his bed. Ratio wasn’t an idiot, far from it, he knew how omegas worked and the steps of a heat cycle. He was educated, for Qlipoth’s sake. If he heard all the noises, he definitely knew what was going on. A shame he didn’t comment on it, simply continuing his story.
Oh, his doctor. His sweet, caring doctor. His doctor who apparently kept track of his mating cycle, his doctor who had mistaken Aventurine’s attempts at starting a relationship as them already being in one, but most importantly: his doctor who was going to breed him. He knew what an omega heat consisted of, what they endlessly begged for each time the cycle came around. How many commonly got baby fever just before their heats truly kick in and turn those thoughts of wanting children into a swollen, heavy belly.
Aventurine wasn’t dumb, he had pills in his top bedside drawer that would erase the aftermath of this coupling. He wasn’t ready for children, nor was it smart to have any this early into a relationship, no matter how much he loved his doctor. While he still had rational thought, he mentally went through the checklist of things needed to have a safe, sane heat. He was only missing extra food and water which … Eh. That could be figured out later.
“Doctorrrr,” The omega whines, “when are you gonna get here?”
He did a full body shiver upon hearing Dr. Ratio purr right into his phone’s microphone. “Soon, my omega,” Oh wow. Okay. “have you finished your nest?” OH WOW.
Aventurine melts into his bed- his nest- panting from the saccharine sweet words that filled his ears. Honestly, he wasn’t even really sure if what he just heard was real or if he had made it up in an attempt to comfort himself during his heat. But who cares, it sounded real enough. Ratio’s deep voice calling Aventurine his omega? Aventurine prayed to Gaiathra for times like this. For sweet, genuine love. To be purred and cooed at with such adoration, what a blessing. His Mother Goddess truly loved him for gifting him such a special man.
“So you did know I was making one.” Aventurine pouted as he spoke, this man … “It’s finished, but it’s missing some … key components.” His lips curve into a smirk, nuzzling into his phone screen.
“Ah, well, we can’t have that, can we?” We. He said we. Ohh, this felt like a dream, if it is he doesn’t ever want to wake up. Let this be a permanent slumber, please. He pats the bed, expelling his excitement, it was that or scream into the mattress. “Good news for you, I brought some old clothes I don’t quite fit into anymore, freshly re-scented for your nesting pleasures.” Now Aventurine moaned at that. He so badly needed a tail to wag when he got this excited, he had no proper ways of expressing it besides yelling and making silly noises.
“Are you finally gonna scent me?” He giggled, kicking his feet back and forth against the bed, slightly messing up the nest underneath him. “Say yes, say yes, please. I’ve been waiting for so long! You don’t know how bad it is, I’ve been so jealous of all the omega who get to smell you every day. It’s not fair, I deserve to be covered in your scent-” The young omega babbles on and on, his cheek pressing so hard into his phone it threatened to crack under the pressure.
He sighs through his noise when he picks up the sound of Ratio chuckling at his words, bold for the guy who wore- “You don’t need to worry, with the amount of clothes you’ve given me that smell like nothing but honey, I’m sure they all caught the hint. Actually, I’m confident they smelled more of you on me then my own scent.” Aventurine smirked at that, a devilish giggle escaping past his lips. His pride soared at the confirmation that:
- Dr. Ratio wore the clothes Aventurine had gifted him to work.
And
- His scent was so strong on said clothes that it gave others the big old “fuck off” sign with two hands flipping them off.
“Good.” He spoke lowly, not even trying to hide the ego-boost that little fun-fact just gave him. That’s right, Dr. Ratio was claimed and this honey-scented omega was the one who did the claiming! The most amazing man in the world and he was in a relationship with an Avgin of Sigonia, Aventurine hoped every hypocritical racist who looked up to Dr. Ratio was livid. It’d be nice to watch them grasp at straws for their arguments. “You’re mine, doctor.” He purrs out. “And I couldn’t stand even the thought of those ignorant omegas thinking they have a chance.” The two fangs in his top row of teeth dig into his bottom lip. His hips swaying as he sits himself up onto his knees, still laying his chest on the bed.
“You have a good heart, I wouldn’t want you having someone who isn’t good enough to care for it, for you.” Listening to Ratio’s breath hitch made his head get fuzzy, he couldn’t stop, this was multiple heats he spent alone talking now. “Do you know how frustrating it is? Watching everyone fall for you? I’m supposed to be comforted with just my scent on you? No, no, no. I wanna bite you, doctor, I wanna cover you in marks, so many different kinds, need your clothes to feel weird against your bitten, scratched, raw skin-”
“Aventurine.” The alpha warned.
But, of course, Aventurine didn’t heed it. “It drives me crazy, all the people who casually touch you, your hands, your forearms, your biceps, your shoulders. I need everywhere to have the indents of my teeth in it.” He’s panting again, seems the heat in “pre-heat” was finally getting to him. “You know sometimes I’ll smell them, all of them, on you. And for every new scent I find on you, I get you another piece of clothing. Whether it’s a new sweater, shirt, pants, coat, hell, I’ve thought about getting you new boxers before.” The last few words were growled out, some drool dripping down his lips and onto the bed.
“And this whole time- this whole time,” Aeons, he was losing it. “I’m going to work, as an omega, with only your lingering scent on me. Every week some weirdo with a fetish for Sigonians or a guy who wants to leash me and walk me down the street will try and get into my pants because they can’t pick up any traces of my alpha’s claim.” His shorts were getting ruined but he couldn’t be bothered to take them off. Not now. “I should be drowning in your scent-”
“I know, honey, I know.”
“But I’m not.” He whines, that familiar feeling of being ‘too empty’ was coming back to say hello for the next few days.
“I didn’t want to rush you or make you feel … ‘owned’. That isn’t the kind of relationship I want this to be.” Aventurine all but throws his head back, what a gentleman … “You’re special to me, not some omega to mate to appeal to societal norms, but my partner, my boyfriend. You deserve to be taken slowly, with love and care.”
“But-”
“And I know that may be foreign to you,” He didn’t even give Aventurine room to argue. “but I’m nothing if not an educator. You’ll soon learn the kind of affection I provide, and you’ll grow to love it.” There was a rumble in those last couple of words … Ratio sounded so good when he let his instincts speak for him. A true alpha, like all the fantasy books and romance novels (that Aventurine totally didn’t read, ever.) described. Someone beautiful, protective, strong but not abusively possessive.
After so long of holding it in, Aventurine finally caved and shoved his face into his pillow, letting out the loudest scream he could. No, this was not happening. Not to someone like him, not ever in a million years. How? How??? This had to all be in his imagination, he was joking before but now this all really seemed too good to be-
He heard his front door open.
Ohhh fuck.
Heavy footsteps going straight for his bedroom, yup, alright, okay, he was fucked. Literally and figuratively. He is not coming out of this experience the same man he once was. Forget teaching Ratio a lesson, Aventurine had to figure out how he was going to stay in one piece when Ratio was done with him. He should move, get out of this compromising position and at least try to look presentable when his “boyfriend” sees him face to face for the first time in forever.
But it’s already too late, he hears more than sees his door open, his nostrils immediately drowning in that heavy, intoxicating scent. Oh, Gaiathra, your special little boy is about to be put to the test.