Archive of Our Own

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That fucking, fucking phone. Andy rolled over to the other side of the bed, and groggily reached out for his cell. Who the fuck was calling him during a tournament at that hour? Andy’s frown deepened at the sight of Mirka’s name. She wasn’t even IN the tournament, having twisted her leg earlier this month, and apparently was resting in Switzerland. Odd. He and Roger weren’t on big on phone chatting, never mind Mirka and him. “Mirka?” He answered.
“Andy. Thank God. Look, I’m sorry for waking you.” her voice was anxious.
“What’s up?” He sat in bed.
She signed. “Look, I’m going to trust you with something now, because I need your help. You won’t hurt him, and you’ll keep it a secret.”

“Hurt him? Hurt who? Look, I was asleep 10 seconds ago, so maybe it’s me, but I don’t get what you’re talking about.”
“Look. Roger needs your help, and I need you to go and help him. Right now.”
Andy frowned. “What, did he hurt himself or something?” Why are you calling me. He wanted to ask.
She sighed. “Look. Andy. It’s not that- “ She sighed again and said in a low voice.. “Andy. He forgot to take his heat-suppressants.”
Andy blinked. Once and twice. Because he didn’t know, and he couldn’t imagine anything more shocking. Top athletes were almost never Omegas, lots and lots of Alphas, like himself. More than a few betas. Rarely Omegas, and he’s never known any omega to make it to the very top of his sport. He couldn’t think of an Omega tennis player in the top 100. The fact that Roger was an omega, hence the need to take heat suppressants, was unimaginable, and made everything the man had accomplished in the past decade even more impressive. Well shit. He knew Roger wasn’t an Alpha, but he always thought he was a Beta.
Mirka didn’t have patience with him. “Andy, did you hear me?!”
“Yeah.” He coughed. “I just needed a moment to recover. I had no idea Roger was an Omega. Jesus effing christ. How is it possible, exactly? How come no one knows?””

“Look, we don’t advertise it.” She sighed.”It would make him too vulnerable for all kind of sabotage. There are ways to counter heat-suppressants these days.”
Andy wiped at his face. “Wait a minute. Did you say he FORGOT to take them? You mean he’s having a HEAT? Now? In the middle of the tournament, while you’re gone?. Mirka, he’s going to attract every red-blooded alpha around! There isn’t exactly a shortage.”
Her voice was tight. “I know how heats work, thanks. I’m an Alpha too. They will flock to him like bees to a flower.”
“Like lions to a nice Swiss Goat, you mean.” Andy muttered.
Mirka groaned. “Look, he’s in the penthouse in the same hotel as you. You have to go to him and help him, make sure no one does anything to him, I trust you. He’d take emergency heat-counters but it’s a banned substance due to the testosterone. We barely got the usual suppression cleared. Pierre is an omega, as well, Severin is a beta. I don’t know who else to ask for help. He needs an ALPHA and I’m an ocean away!” Her voice was desperate.”I can’t get there before tomorrow night. He’d never make it this long.”
Andy swallowed, and when he spoke, his voice was careful. “Mirka. There is only one way that *I* know to take the edge of a full-blown heat without emergency suppressants. Do you know what you’re asking me?”

Her voice was resigned. “I’m not stupid, Andy. Of course I know what I’m asking. But an omega who was on heat suppressants going through a heat is horrible, it’s like withdrawal, he could lose his mind, embarrass himself publicly, or worse. He’ll die of shame. When he called me five minutes ago he was in agony. I can’t let it happen to him, I can’t. Go help him, I don’t care about anything else.”
Andy’s mouth was dry.”Does he even like men?” He noticed she hasn’t bothered to ask him whether he did.

Mirka snorted. “He likes *me*. And that’s a stupid question, Andy. He’s bisexual like every Omega male. Tell me right now if you’re going, if not I’m going to have to start thinking of an alternative.”
He was silent for a moment. “You’re going to have to give me explicit permission, Mirka. You know how the new laws work. The consent of an Omega in heat is nothing, but a mate or a family member can consent for them.”
She let out a choked breath. “Do you want an engraved invitation to fuck my husband? Look. I told Roger him I’m sending you. He was still lucid at this point to object and he didn’t. Look, I made a judgement call. Go up there now, and call me right afterwards. Do whatever you need to do.”
Andy snorted, in spite of himself. “I’m going to fuck your husband, and you want me to call you post-coital?”
Mirka’s voice turned cold. “I want you to make sure he’s fine, Andy, and to tell me that mission was accomplished, so I wouldn’t worry sick about him. I’m taking a flight and will be there tomorrow night. You need to help him until I get there, do you hear? I don’t want any details, I just want to know you got it done.”
He groaned. “Why me? Why not Tommy, they’re close and he’s an alpha.” Heck. He was gay, and if he could choose between Tommy and himself, he’d choose Tommy, too.
“Because we are all close, because Tommy isn’t gay, and because Sara would have a hissy fit. I don’t want to put out friendship through the strain of either of them refusing, or to put pressure on them.

You had to admire the woman, Andy thought, as he got off bed, most Alphas would freak out over anyone touching their mate, but Mirka’s first concern was Roger. She was certainly different. Same way Roger was. No wonder they meshed so well.
”I hear you. And I’m going.” He paused. “Anything in particular I should... know?”
Mirka was silent for a moment. “I’m sure you can handle yourself. Look. I know how instinctive it is to be rough during a heat. I won’t ask you to be gentle, and he’s not going to want that, either. Just don’t hurt him, try not to leave marks and - “
Andy interjected. “No way I can promise that, you know I can’t. It doesn’t work like that, I - I won’t have full control”
Mirka’s breath stopped. “Just don’t bite. You know why. And no bruising that people can see..”

Andy swallowed, and felt himself hardening at once. He’s never fucked an omega during a heat. Mirka said. “Just don’t forget that he’s mine, Roddick.” Her voice finally broke. ‘Take care of him, and don’t forget to call.” She hung up.

It took him all but five minutes to take the elevator up to the penthouse floor, and two floors away, his senses were already attacked by the scent. Deep and rich and pungent. The smell of an Omega deep in the throes of heat. Shit. He tried to calculate how many alpha players were at the top stories of the hotel, and what are there chances there wouldn’t be a crowd by his door by the time he got there. Alpha male tennis players used to take stuff to avoid a reaction to a heat, because you never know when it would strike you, and no one wanted a rape charge. it was similar to suppressants Omega used, but they had side effects, especially for athletes, and these days, most omegas just controlled their heats, there was no need for an alpha to take preventive measures.

When he got to the top floor, his eyes widened. Rafa and Novak were there, of course- they both stayed at the top floor. The scent had to have reached them. Novak was fighting Rafa to get through the door, and Rafa was using force to keep him out. Novak’s eyes were crazed with lust. He was younger than Andy, and those years made a difference, it made the pull even stronger.
There was also something unique about the scent of an omega you didn’t like, it made one even more eager to conquer, to dominate and to mark, and Novak did not like Roger. Fucking hell. The urge to claim must be unbelievably strong.
When Rafa saw him, he tensed further. Obviously, Rafa knew him to be an alpha and was unsure of his motives. Rafa was a beta, this wasn’t a secret. So he should be unaffected.
How come, in a tour full of alphas, the top two, for as long as he could remember, were a beta and an omega? It was strangely ironic.

As he advanced, Andy was assaulted by the scent of Roger. It was choclate and musk and FuckFuckFuck. He was harder than a rock and aching already. He had to brace himself on a wall. “Novak.” He said to the serb, cursing himself for the catch in his voice. “Get out of here.”
Novak looked at him dazedly, still held between Rafa’s arms. “He’s in heat.”
“Yeah. I know. That’s what forgetting to take suppressants would do to an Omega. Get out of here, you’ll hate yourself in the morning. You don’t like each other at all, it would be as good as rape, so get the fuck out.”
Novak sneered. “Why are you here, then. To guard his door? You don’t have enough control for that, Roddick. Take a good whiff, the air is thick with him, plus - he needs it. I can hear him moaning in there. He needs an alpha.”

“Mirka sent me.” Andy said shortly. “To make sure alphas like you won’t fall over himself trying to *Help* him with what he supposedly *needs*”. Back off Novak. Honestly, man. You’re going to hate yourself in the morning. You’re not thinking with your head. You’ll get yourself banned from the tour.”

He looked at Rafa. “Raf, can you take Novak to my rooms?” He took the key out of his pocket. “It’s far enough so he wouldn’t smell him inside the room.”
Rafa nodded, relieved. “Mirka really call you?”
“Yeah. What are you doing here, Rafa? You’re not an Alpha.”
Rafa flushed. “It’s strong enough, even I can smell him. Andy - he’s not... Novak’s not wrong, he needs - help.”
At that moment, a clear and broken moan came through the door, along with a fresh wave of a scent so arousing, Andy could feel himself dripping in his shorts. He balled his hand into a fist,. His fingernails, short and clipped, stuck into the flesh of his hand. It was good, he tried to use the pain to ground him, to keep the fog of arousal away. To resist the urge to burst through the door and fuck Roger Federer to the ground as hard as he could.
Novak, whose eyes practically rolled back, let out a feral growl and made another charge at the door. Andy and Rafa both grabbed him, holding him back as he struggled to get through the door. “Rafa, take him below already!” Together, they overpowered the Serb, and shoved him into the elevator.

Rafa used all of his body mass to hold Novak back, and looked at Andy with round eyes as the door closed.

Fuck. His mouth tight with determination, Andy headed toward the door. He closed his eyes, braced himself, and got in, immediately locking the door behind him. Inside, the scent of Omega in heat was thick enough for him to lick and swallow. Christ fucking hell. The moment his eyes gotten used to the darkness, he froze. Roger was on the bed, naked. sweaty, writhing. On all fours. Moaning as he grinded against the mattress helplessly. Fuck. He was tied up to the bed with a pair of handcuffs. What the hell?

“Roger.” Andy croaked.
Roger turned his to him, the iris of his eyes dilated with heat-induced lust. “Andy?” His voice was shaky.
Andy banged his head back against the door, trying to achieve some sort of control, because what he really wanted to do was to take off his shorts and shove himself into the Swiss in under five seconds. His legs felt like jello. “L-look.” His mouth was dry. “Mirka sent me to help you through this. I don’t know what you think about that, exactly. If you want me to leave - if you want to tell me to leave I will, but this needs to be right fucking now Rog. I can’t take it. You smell too good. I don’t have that much control.”
Roger let out a voice that was between a sob and an moan. “Please.” He groaned.”Please. Andy, please, touch me. I can’t, I can’t anymore. I burn all over.”
Yeah. Okay. So Roger was far gone enough to make a reasonable discussion out of the question, he had no free will but the needs of his treacherous body. So that wasn’t good as far as consent went. But, then again, he was sent here by Mirka, and the consent of an Omega’s mate was worth something. It was worth more than any consent an Omega in heat could have ever given.

How long ago since Roger had his last heat? Months? Years?

Andy had no idea.
He approached the bed, carefully, like he would to a skittish kitten, and took a good look at Roger. He was flushed, burning with his heat, his lower lip was bleeding from where he probably bit on it, and Andy could also see blood where the cuffs cut into his skin. “What the hell did you do? ” He asked, horrified. “Roger, where is the key?”
“Dunno. On the bed somewhere.” Roger choked. “I cuffed myself then threw the key. If I hadn’t, I would have gone out to look fo - . Andy...” He was begging. “Don’t bother looking, don’t care. I need - I need it now. I’ve been like that for hours. Please. Please.”

“If you think I’m fucking you with your hands cuffed to the bed you really have gone mad. Wait.” It didn’t take long for Andy to find the key tucked between a fold of a blanket. For a moment he debated what to do, then moved to sit astride the curve of Roger’s ass. Roger ground hard into the mattress and back against him, keening. “Shhh.” Andy said shortly, and pulled his shirt off quickly. “I got you.”
His hands shook as he reached to put the key in the hole and turned. The cuffs opened with a click and Roger groaned and hissed as sensation rushed back to his hands who dropped limply on the sides of the bed. The groan was that of pain.
Andy rubbed the tight shoulders, digging hard into the muscles. Roger shuddered all over at the sensation, and groaned into the bed, rocking his hips, making wrecked sounds. “Please. Please. Please. Just do this. Fuck me already.”
Andy swore. His shorts tenting with the weight of his erection, he was so fucking hard.He ran his hand down Roger’s sweaty spine to the curve of his small, pale ass. Fuck, but the smell radiating from him was delicious. He slid slightly backwards, and his hand trembled as it rested along the moist cleft. A telling sigh of Omega’s readiness. “Jesus. Can I, Rog?”
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” Roger groaned into the pillow as he spread his legs wide, shamelessly, and thrust back. “Come on.”
Andy, carefully, pressed in a finger, and watched it sink in without a problem. Roger was so wet and ready for it, his silck was overflowing and Andy let out a startled groan and tore his shorts down, because he was hard and leaking and can’tcan’tcan’t. He pressed in another finger, then curled them to where he knew it would feel good.

Roger shuddered all over and cried out, a needy low cry. He clutched the bed and thrust back. “Andy. fuck the preparation.” He groaned.  “I’m in heat. I don’t need it. Do-Ohhhhh. Don’t force me to beg for it.”
Andy choked. “Okay. Fuck. Okay. You’ve made your point.” He removed his hand slowly and straddled him. His hard dick nestled in the silck cleft. O-h. My God. Touch, and sensation, and heated skin and rich scent assails his senses.

Roger groaned with relish. He was babbling something, in broken Swiss. Andy bent down, buried his lips in the back of Roger’s neck, and thrust in, not stopping and not letting him time to adjust.
Roger screamed, no other word for it, as Andy slid into him. He was tight and burning, and Andy choked on a cry. He was losing it, losing it, at how good that felt. How Right. Underneath him, Roger was wild, thrusting against him, whimpering and moaning. Making small, stabbing movements, fighting for even more friction. Andy panted hard as he gave Roger what he had. It was never like that, his nerves were afire.  He spread himself further against the Swiss body, every inch of him crying out for more and more contact. He gripped Roger’s biceps and fucked him hard. “Roger.” He choked out. “God.”

That wet heat engulfing him. Fuck. The man felt good.

Roger keened. It wasn’t even a keen, it was a sob. God, he was like molten lava. Roger shuddered in his arms, head arched back, neck exposed. Andy buried his head there, and sniffed. The scent was shockingly good. Andy never experienced anything like that, ever. Was a heat always like this, or was it just something uniquely Roger’s?
A more primal part of him longed to bite down on that long, tanned neck. But he had to remind himself Roger belonged to someone else, even if his dick was spearing Roger to the hilt. However, that didn’t stop him from going for Roger’s mouth. Roger tilted his head and sucked on his tongue, and Andy could feel himself swelling further inside him. Roger let out a yell and almost bit down on his tongue.”And-y.” He groaned. “Oh fuck. Yes. So good. You’re huge. Fuck. I feel you so deep. Pound me. Hard.I need it. God, I need it hard.” Andy’s eyes rolled back, because dirty talk always got to him, and from Roger, it was even more arousing. He trembled, and felt his control slipping. “Roger. Fuck. Can-Can you come like that? I can’t- I don’t know how long I can do this.”
Roger whimpered. “I can - but tou-touch me. It’s too much like this.”
Andy bit on a swear word. “Come the fuck here then.”.” He sat back on his hunches, grabbed Roger roughly and heaved him on top of him, face to face. He didn’t mean to, but this is how it came out. It was easier, with Roger able to support himself on Andy’s shoulder, but it was hugely intimate.  Roger shuddered as Andy’s cock was embedded deeper inside him, and from the way he shook, and threw his head back, Andy knew he clipped his prostate. ”Oh my God. Yes - God. Right-Right there.God. GOD.”

Andy reached for his cock, and Roger’s head lolled forward on Andy’s shoulder, his entire body spasming. He was fucking himself on Andy’s dick, hard and rough, long fingers stuck in Andy’s shoulders. “Fuck.” Andy groaned. “This feels.”.
He pinched an erect nipple and moved his palm over the head of Roger’s cock.
Roger shuddered so much he nearly folded in two, and shot with a cry,contracting around Andy. Sobbing.
Andy swelled even further inside him. His balls tightened, and he came. Wave after wave after wave. It surged through him like a storm. Never did he come that much, never was sex so good. He had sex with Omegas, but not during a heat. Omega didn’t get heats anymore, not unless they wanted to. With the new suppressants, it was all pretty manageable. The helplessness that came with it was gone. Many Alphas were squirmish about it, too, due to the problematic consent issues when an Omega was having his heat.
And sex was good enough without it, or so he thought. But this? this was something else. This was sex from another planet, It was this beautiful, blissful relief. Roger smelled heady and Andy could get drunk on that scent forever. He pressed the man to him, and for a moment, he ignored everything he knew about how heats played tricks with the mind of an Alpha. He wanted to hold on to him and not let go.

Roger was dazed and limp in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of Andy’s neck, breathing hard. Nuzzling Andy slightly, oblivious to the world. Touching as much as possible was a must.
They both opened their eyes at the same moment, the moment Andy realized he wasn’t getting softer, quite the opposite, in fact, and he groaned at the sensation.
Roger frowned as his eyes widened. “Andy, Why do you feel bigger-Oh. OH.”
“Shit.” Andy gasped. “Um. Okay. You knew that was going to happen, right? Male Alphas mating with Omegas in heat equal Knots.” He inhaled and exhaled, trying not to move, even though he wanted to. Fuck, he wanted too. “Christ. It’s odd. It’s because you’re in heat. Shit, it never happened to me before. Fucking God.”
Roger shifted on top of him, and let out a choked whimper. “Andy, it’s - huge. Oh God. Take it out.”

“Um. Sort of can’t right now. If I will It’s going to fucking hurt you. We’re locked together. No- don’t fucking get up!”
Suddenly it occurred to him Roger probably had never even been fucked by a male Alpha. Shit. He touched the man’s face, overwhelmed with the feelings of possessiveness and protectiveness that came along with a heat-induced fuck. “Rog. Did you never do this before? Slept with a guy, with a male Alpha?”
Roger shook his head rapidly. “I’ve only ever...it’s only been Mirka.” He averted his face, shame flooding him. “Please, I can’t - I don’t want to think of her now. So don’t. Okay?”
Andy sighed. Roger was shaky and tense in his arms, his eyes were closed shut, trying to adjust to the feeling in him. He could feel himself growing even bigger, and Roger’s face twisted into a harsh wince, he was panting hard.
“Rog, relax, okay?” Andy said, he placed his hands on Roger’s shoulders, rubbing slowly, trying to get the tension out. “It would be worse if you tighten up.”
Roger shuddered. “It’s easy for you to say.” He groaned. “You’re not the one with an 9 inch wide hard dick up in him AFTER coming. Oh God. Oh God.” His fingers tightened on Andy’s arms, and he buried his face into Andy’s shoulder.
Normally, Andy would make some kind of a sarcastic comment, because 9 inch wide was ludicrous, of course, knot or not - and he mentally credited himself for the clever pun - but looking at Roger’s pained expression, he decided that maybe that wasn’t the moment for any jokes.

Roger was hyper-vantilating, his face twisted in pain, as he tried to adjust.“God. Andy, it’s..I can’t. You have to pull out.I can’t stand it.”
Andy kept on rubbing his shoulders, and tried very hard not to move. “Look, I can’t pull out, Okay? I’m pretty sure you’re deep enough into that heat so it would get better in a moment.” He reached down to stroke him, tenderly, Roger shuddered as he touched him, but immediately hardened under his touch.  
He looked back up, Roger’s face were closed and tight. “Hey Rog. Breath. Oh-Ahh.” Andy bit his lip as Roger contracted around him forcefully, and he could feel his heat and his slick, flowing again.“God.’ Andy whispered, trying not to thrust up as Roger finally arched back, his fingers embedded in Andy’s shoulders. “Rog. You feel...so fucking good. Being in you is - God.” He rocked slightly into him. He was losing his mind. This was suppose to be a favor, a way to help Roger. Not this. Not the greatest sexual experience he ever had. It wasn’t suppose to be this way.
Roger whimpered.”Andy.” He was panting, his eyes glazed with passion. “No. I don’t...please stop. Please.” His body, however, was rocking on top of him.
Andy’s face curdled. “Don’t say that.”

“Why the hell not?” Roger snarled.“Saying no it’s all I have left.” He was fighting it, fighting him, even though his body had given up a while ago, he was rotating his hips, undulating on Andy’s dick.
Andy’s frowned, and his fingers tightened on Roger’s arms, hard, keeping him in place. “You recall I was summoned here by your *wife*, and if it wasn’t me it was someone else, and I don’t want to tell you who was prowling outside, just dying to prove he’s number one in every-fucking-way.”
Roger visibly blanched, and Andy felt a stab of regret, he didn’t have to tell him that now, he didn’t ask for it. He sighed. “Look, you’re making me feel like I’m forcing you. It’s not a pleasant feeling, especially while you’re squeezing on my dick like there’s no tomorrow. so fucking stop, Please. You’re an Omega in heat and I’m an alpha. So let me fuck this - *need* out of us,  so things can go back to normal, okay? And let me do it properly, so we could enjoy it.”
Roger’s expression changed to one of surprise, then regret, then shame. He closed his eyes, and nodded, biting on his lower lip. Andy thought it made him look especially young and vulnerable. Carefully, Andy changed their position so that Roger was on his back and he was on top of him. Then he started fucking him, slowly, because his knot didn’t allow any in-out movement. Roger was under him, his eyes closed shut, his face twisted, but he was moaning every time Andy moved, not just from pleasure, but not only from pain.
Andy was curious how the hell Mirka satisfied that need of his, being well, a woman, but he knew better than to ask, he had a notion or two. He groaned as the tingling in his balls increased again, and lowered his forehead to Roger’s. “Rog.” He groaned, and sped up. “I’m sorry. Have to.”
Roger let out a cry as Andy started thrusting at the earnest, but his fingers delved into Andy’s back and he brought up his hips to meet his half way. He was burning inside,  and his body demanded more and more. He reached out between them to touch himself, and let Andy’s thrust push him into his own hand.
Their movement turned sharp and uneven, and Andy groaned into Roger’s neck. “Roger. God. I want to bite you so fucking much.”

Roger groaned, his eyes glazed over, and tilted his head so their mouth and teeth collided.