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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Eyewitness_(US_TV)
  Relationship:
      Philip_Shea/Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Character:
      Philip_Shea, Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Rough_Sex, asshole!_Lukas, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Self-
      Lubrication
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-31 Words: 2161
****** Feelings of Confliction ******
by gerank
Summary
     Lukas tries to understand, really.
Lukas isn’t mean to Philip, well not that Lukas thinks so. He’s pretty caring
if anything. Treats him nicely. Gives him rides to school, secret kisses in
secluded places, holds his hand in the city. Nice.
Maybe he can be mean sometimes, hits him in school when Philip gets too close.
Too suspicious. Lukas shoves him when Philip gets too snappy, up in the his
face like he’s the alpha. There are times he has him forced up against walls
when Philip needs to learn his place.  Lukas just gives him a steady look and a
firm hand on Philips neck, stroking his jugular with a thumb. Philip always
submits, it’s in his nature. He doesn’t do anything to purposely hurt Philip,
just instincts tell him when he needs to dominate.
 Like when hes got Philips on his back, staring up at Lukas with those big
Lolita eyes. Looking so pretty underneath him being all vulnerable, tiny and
submissive. He can’t help but wrap his hand right around his throat. Adds a
little pressure to get Philip to squirm, Philip trusts him completely. Gives
him half lidded eyes, and lets out tiny gasps when Lukas squeezes too tight.
Or when Philips on all fours, his ass high in the air with his pretty face
buried in the pillows. Slick leaking down his slender thighs, his tiny briefs
torn and pulled to the side. Lukas’s hips flush against his tight cunt, eight
inches deep. Gets a grip on his boys beautiful brown locks and pulls. Makes
Philip arch his back so beautifully, he uses his free hand to pinch his pink
nipples. Tiny and sensitive.
Even when he lets his boy ride him Lukas ends up getting a mean grip on Philips
small hips, and fucks deep. Till Philips too sensitive to even hold himself up,
Falls forward and lets Lukas wrap his possessive arms round his waist. His hand
pressing the omega flatly against his body so he can fuck as brutally as he
pleases.
He might feel a tinge of unease, when he leaves Philip, his boy looking all
empty and almost heartbroken. Something about the sadness in the omegas eyes
does things to Lukas. Makes his belly twist with something awful. It’s as if he
can sense the used feeling Philips experiencing, every time. He fights the
internal pull to take care of the omega. To protect what’s his.
He can’t, he can’t. It’d be too risky, to let the omega get too comfortable.
What if Philip started smelling like his? He sighs and gets off the bed, leaves
Philip like he always does. Lukas forces himself to not look back. Not when he
shuts Philips bedroom door, not even when he’s a half a mile away from the
Torrance household.
-
It has been days since he has seen Philip, no text, no call. Nothing. Lukas
tries not to pace but it is hard not to, with jealousy striking deep in his
gut. He bets his omegas busy fucking a new alpha. His omega.
 He thinks bitterly about the jocks that have been taking a liking to Philip in
a way that makes Lukas want to crush their faces. He thinks about breaking any
hand that goes near Philips waist or his ass. Feels the physical need to punch
any guy who sweet talks his boy. He thinks about the alpha who groped Philip in
front of Lukas on Monday, he thinks about how hard he bit down on his own
tongue. How angrily he clenched his fists because he couldn’t do anything,
couldn’t smash the alphas face like he so badly wanted to. He held back.
Knowing that reckless shit like that would get his secret out.
Lukas’s phone screen cracks the second it connects with the brick.
He reaches down to retrieve it off the ground. Annoyed, the alpha huffs at the
damage and types a message on the broken screen.
Text me back Philip.
-
Its been hours, three long hours. Lukas groans, rubs his eyes roughly. Hes been
lying pessimistically on his bed scrolling his Motocross videos view count,
whilst waiting on a text from his boy. Nothing comes.
The second the clock on his phone ticks 7:03 Lukas is pushing himself up and
off his dark sheeted bed. His agitation got the best of him, He grabs his
motorbike keys.
-
The wind is cold on his cheekbones, it’s mid-February and the bitterness is
still fresh in the air. With a thin layer of snow crunching underneath his
bikes tires, he eyes the road. He’s speeding, probably going too fast. The heat
pooling in his blood tells him otherwise, tells him to go faster.
He arrives a little past 7:13, he knocks aggressively on the wooden door. Lukas
picks anxiously as his sleeve, foot tapping the floor. Blood thrumming
underneath his skin, like a steady drum.
Unsurprisingly, Philip opens the door.
The alpha tries hard not to look mad, not to look threatening. It doesn’t seem
to work, Philips eyes already are widening at the tense look on Lukas’s face.
“So..” he begins, going off track. Taking in Philips appearance, He doesn’t
look very pleased to see him, he just looks, tired. Hair all messy, slight
purple rings under his pretty eyes.
Philip crosses his arms, watches him expectantly.
“You’ve been ignoring me, Last time I checked we were on good terms.”
The omega laughs, fucking laughsand all the sound does is grate Lukas’s temper.
“Good terms? You mean fuck and leave?” Philip says disbelievingly.
The alpha pushes the omega inside, gets the door shut by roughly forcing the
omega up against it.
“Lukas!” Philip gasps out warningly.
The alpha furrows his brows, Philip smells different. Smells sweeter.
He releases his grip on him immediately, stumbles back in shock. As if Philip
burned him.
“your- your..” he can’t get out the words.
Philip spits them out through a fake laugh, “pregnant, yeah.”
It’s like ice water is dumped on him, filling his veins. They sit in silence
for a couple seconds. He looks at Helens framed pictures, the knobs on their
end table. The scuffs on Philips converses, anywhere but the Philip's doe eyes.
“Is it mine?” Lukas asks hesitantly.
Philip scoffs and pulls his knees to his chest, “course its yours, asshole.”
That seals the deal. Lukas is dead, his dads going to fucking kill him. He
knocked up a sixteen year old male omega. Shit. He’s so fucked.
“when did you find out?” Lukas speaks hoarsely.
Philip seems to think about it for a second, before he says simply “Saturday."
Anger flares back up in the pit of Lukas’s belly, “why didn’t you tell me
then?” He even shoots an accusing look towards the omega.
Philip looks defeated, “because I knew you’d act like this."
Lukas mutters an “whatever” under his breath and stands up, he rushes to the
door. Slamming it shut without bothering to see hisomega sitting heartbroken on
the floor.  He pulls angrily at his jackets lapels trying to shield his upper
chest from the abrupt cold air. The alpha kicks harshly at a few lone stones in
the Torrance yard. When he reaches the curb, Lukas switches on his bike, and
leaves.
Like always.
-
It’s been a month. A long month of Lukas pretending he wasn’t constantly
thinking about Philip. A month full of kisses from roses unwanted lips. A month
full of dread and regret.
He’d seen Philip in school a lot of times, sure. Just too quick glimpses in the
halls, usually Philip ducking his head. Avoiding Lukas.
So Lukas gives him space, it’s frustrating. It doesn’t stop seeing him from
being torture, smelling him is even worse. His pheromones are so strong, sweet
and enticing. The alphas and betas at their school are practically drooling
over him and Lukas can physically feelhis patience wearing thin.
-
He gets a text from Philip at 1 in the morning.
Come over, I miss you so much.
Lukas pulls on sweat pants quicker than ever.
-
Getting to Philips house quickly isn’t a problem. He’s far used to the ride. He
jumps off his bike hurriedly, stomach filled with nervous excitement. Philip
seems to have been waiting for him by the door because he cracks it open the
second the Lukas is half way up his yard. Stood slightly before his doorstep,
he speaks with a shy smile “hey”.
Philip doesn’t bother with a verbal response, just throws himself towards his
alpha and cries. Lukas instinctively wraps his arms around him, comforts his
angel while he sobs into his plaid shirt. He strokes gently up and down his
back, till Philips just hiccupping tiny sobs.
“I missed you so mu-ch”, his words are choked into Lukas’s shirt, but they’re
clear to the alpha's ears.
Philip lifts his head from Lukas’s chest, gives the alpha those lashes of his
and murmurs “I can’t sleep”.
So Lukas takes him to bed, hikes Philip's thighs up and around his waist and
carries him. Philip goes easily, feeling so safe in his alphas strong arms.
Philip unwraps his long legs from the alphas waist and lies back onto the soft
sheets, watches Lukas tug off his sweats with half lidded eyes. Lukas runs a
hand through his own hair, and grins at him. Philip. Always looking gorgeous,
sprawled out on the bed innocently.  With that charming wavy hair, dressed only
in a maroon hoodie and briefs. Crawling slowly up the bed, Lukas kisses his
ankle, knee, thigh. Stopping to glance up at him, a silent question can I?.
Philip seems to understand, he nods. Slowly, Lukas slides the cotton of the
hoodie up, Philip leans forward to help his alpha tug it off his arms. The
omega settling back, Lukas just stares. It’s not that much has changed, it’s
just the slight swell of Philips belly is making him feel all sorts of
protective. He presses chaste kisses to Philips round belly, his smooth neck,
his pink mouth.
Lukas brushes Philips brunette hair out of his face. Then kisses him again.
Sliding behind him Lukas hefts Philips blankets up further on them. Philip
feels much better, being around his alpha. Comforted by his intoxicating
pheromones, makes him so slickbetween his thighs.
Lukas, struggling to ignore Philips sweet scent, “sleep” he whispers.
Philip closes his eyes.
-
4:27 A.M
Waking up he instantly feels wet heat all down his legs, and Lukas is hard,
pressing into his thigh. He’s whimpering as he slides a hand down to press
between his thighs, to see how wet he is. His hole was soaked and steadily
leaking slick.
 Lukas wakes up from Philip grinding his ass onto his cock. Philip's making
little whining sounds, “please alpha.” Philip presses his hips all the way
back, soft ass flush on his erection.
He roughly pulls down Philip's briefs. Tugging them all the way off, he tosses
them aside. Tentatively he strokes Philips thigh, pushing them apart. The alpha
slides his cock between his cheeks, teasing the head over Philips cunt.
“Fuck, you’re so fuckin wet” he groans. Philip whines all high pitched when
Lukas sticks it in him. Philips pussy was made for this, was made to take
Lukas’s 8 inch cock. The alpha slams his hips roughly in and out Philips puffy
hole. Philip’s making allthese pretty noises, squirming and whining when Lukas
goes too deep. He looks down at his cock sliding in and out of his omega, how
tight and tiny Philips cunt is. It feels amazing being balls deep in his
princess.
 He presses his palm to Philips belly, “Feel me in you princess?”. Philip
whimpers out a broken “yes daddy” clenches down hard and comes on his belly.
The omegas thighs shake with oversensitivity as Lukas fucks him through it,
thrusts into that sweet fertile pussy roughly. His cock jerks inside him.
Filling his omegas belly with alpha sperm. He pulls out of his boy, gently
strokes his hair. Lukas glides his hands softly down his back, till Philip
stops whimpering.
He leaves briefly to pour him a glass of milk, and returns fast. Philip gives
him a tired smile and sips it. Leaning back, Lukas outstretches his arm. “Come
here sweetheart”, Philip reaches to the end table to place his cup, and slides
down to settle into his embrace. Tightening his hold on the omega, he whispers
into his hair “I love you, angel” and kisses his head.
“you promise you won’t leave?”
Lukas hesitates.
“do you?”
Lukas can’t leave, he never could.
“Yeah, I promise”. He nuzzles into the back of Philip’s hair, “I could never
leave you, ever.”
Philip shifts his head to smile contently at him, but adds “and the baby?”
Lukas had thought about it, had even had dreadful nightmares about leaving
Philip being a single parent. Cupping gently at Philips belly with his palm, he
whispers.
 “We’ll figure it out, we always do.”
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