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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rooster_Teeth/Achievement_Hunter_RPF
  Relationship:
      Gavin_Free/Ryan_Haywood, Gavin_Free/Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Ryan_Haywood/Ray
      Narvaez_Jr., Gavin_Free/Ryan_Haywood/Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Gavin_Free/Geoff
      Ramsey, Michael_Jones/Geoff_Ramsey, Gavin_Free/Michael_Jones, Michael
      Jones/Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Gavin_Free/Michael_Jones/Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Ryan
      Haywood/Michael_Jones, Gavin_Free/Dan_Gruchy, Ryan_Haywood/Geoff_Ramsey,
      Burnie_Burns/Geoff_Ramsey, Joel_Heyman/Michael_Jones, Burnie_Burns/Joel
      Heyman
  Character:
      Ryan_Haywood, Michael_Jones, Geoff_Ramsey, Gavin_Free, Ray_Narvaez_Jr.,
      Jack_Pattillo, Burnie_Burns, Joel_Heyman
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Creatures_&_Monsters, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Alpha/
      Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Teasing, Scenting, Mating, Mating_Bond, Alpha/Omega,
      Omega_on_Omega, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Mind_Reading, Vampires,
      Werewolves, Demons, Wendigos, Head_Vampire!Ryan, vampire!michael,
      Djinn!Geoff, Wendigo!Gavin, werewolf!Ray, Rugaru!Jack, Smut, Pregnancy
      Kink, no_actual_pregnancies_though, Michael_is_in_Love_with_Geoff, Diary/
      Journal, Love_Confessions, Masturbation, Shapeshifting, Mentions_of
      knotting, Wet_&_Messy, Self-Lubrication, Geoff’s_tattoos_glow,
      alpha!Ryan, omega!Michael, omega!Ray, omega!Gavin, alpha!Geoff,
      alpha!Joel, beta!Jack, human!burnie, Jersey_devil!Joel, Licking, Omega/
      Omega/Omega, Kissing, Fluff_and_Angst, Fluff_and_Smut, Dildos, Knotting
      Dildos, Butt_Plugs, Hurt/Comfort, Knot_Licking, Alpha_on_Alpha, Mind
      Games, Accidental_Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Semi-Public_Sex, public
      fingering, incubus!Dan, Fights, Arguing, Casual_Daddy_Kink, age_kink,
      (just_a_bit_of_underage), Michael_was_taken_in_his_heat, but_he_loved_it,
      Angry_Ryan
  Series:
      Part 4 of Achievement_Hunter_Monsters
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-29 Updated: 2016-05-23 Chapters: 15/? Words: 96969
****** Scene Does Not Contain A Lapdance ******
by Chooboozle
Summary
     All Michael wants to do is know if he belongs. He feels his mate
     near, but the latter does not feel the same. Demons are known for
     their tendencies to touch and go on little heated Omegas rather than
     mate. Michael isn't really a patient Strigoi either. He wants answers
     now.
     There are MANY Alphas who would love to take the place of Geoff in
     Michael's heart, however.
     It's a good thing that Michael has his Alpha to help him out whenever
     in need, if he wasn't so busy taking care of his mated Omegas, to top
     it all off.
      
      

     Maybe Michael was just a dud - unfit for any potential love interests
     or mates. None of it - nothing that he felt was real; nothing that he
     felt meant anything; nothing that he felt so near and dear to his
     icy, infuriated heart about that succubus of a demon mattered - at
     all.
Notes
     Say hello to my major drabble collection of my Monster series!
     I hope you guys enjoy. There WILL be pregnancy kinks and please, read
     all of the tags. I do appreciate it.
     Please_tell_me_if_you_have_a_suggestion_or_even_a_prompt_for_a_scene!
     I will be more than happy to listen and answer. EVEN INTRODUCING A
     NEW CHARACTER, MUCH?
     Thank you to the anon who suggested the whole Geovin scene! I do
     appreciate it ~
     This work consists/and WILL consist of:
     Rayvinwood, Micheoff, Rayvin, Ramwood, Mayvin, Mayvinwood, Myan,
     Myeoff, Geovin, Joel/Michael, Jurnie, and many more! Stay tuned for
     weekly (hopefully) updates.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Gavin/Ray/Ryan I, Geoff/Gavin I *****
Chapter Notes
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     Thank you to everyone who supports this fic~ Especially my friends, I
     love you so. Without you, this wouldn't have been possible <3
“God-fucking-dammit, Gavin, if you don’t stop hitting me with your fucking
antlers, I swear I’m going to fucking murder you.”
 
“Micoo!” there was laughter from the British wendigo as he looked back over at
the ginger vampire. Michael was still rubbing his head trying to recover from
the blow that Gavin gave him. Michael hated feeling so cramped and that’s
exactly how he felt now. There was absolutely no room between the two in the
gaming office and most definitely every time, Gavin would end up
hitting someone in the head with his antlers. Gavin found it quite funny;
Michael couldn’t be more unhappy. The vampire would occasionally growl lightly,
his vocal chords beginning to try to find an intimidating tone in order to
strike fear to the wendigo, but it was futile. Michael could not growl like Ray
could, or Ryan, or even Geoff.
 
“I’m serious, Gavin, you better stop.”
 
“Ah, lighten up, Micoo,” Gavin answered, beginning to stand up from his chair
and go to Michael’s side. “I didn’t know vampires were so angry.”
 
“They’re not,” Ryan spoke, staring at the monitor as his buttons frantically
pressed down on the Xbox controller. His eyes never left the screen and there
was a look of determination that was plastered on his face. “Michael’s emotions
are just shot because he’s experiencing the emotions of infatuation.”
 
The ginger vampire gasped, his mouth gaping open. “Jesus, shut up, Ryan!”
 
“Michael!” Gavin chittered happily, throwing his head towards the direction of
the vampire, successfully clunking his antlers against the noggin of Michael.
 
“Swiss-fucking-cheese!” Michael shouted in pain, his hand beginning to rub the
affected area which was most certainly bruised by now. Gavin apologized quickly
before continuing on with his excitement.
 
“Micoo, you’re in love?” the wendigo was an alluring  beam of happiness. The
thought of Michael actually being in love with someone was effeminately
surprising news that Gavin thought he would never hear one day. Gavin was the
type that always felt like mating and having a partner was the key to a happy
life. He was merrily gushing with joy at such news.
 
“Shut up! No, I’m not,” the vampire clenched his teeth in defense. It was a
major subconscious move to ward off any attacker - flashing menacingly fangs
and teeth. Michael was a young vamp, however. His teeth have not yet grown to
their full potential like Ryan’s or Geoff’s. Gavin wasn’t the least phased by
Michael’s move and immediately began to grab the vampire by his shoulders,
bouncing up and down in a rage of excitement.
 
“Ryan reads minds, Micoo! You’re lying! Who are you in love with?”
 
“No one! Now stop!” Michael shot a look of discontent towards the head vampire
as he just sat there continuing to play Halo 4. If Michael were able to, he
probably would send a shrieking, piercing pitch into Ryan’s head. “I don’t like
anybody. It’s just a little crush.”
 
“Vampires don’t get crushes, Michael; they get mates,” Ryan continued. Gavin
smiled, looking over at the head vampire before letting go of Michael just to
wrap his arms around Ryan from behind, planting a kiss into the back of Ryan’s
head. Michael couldn’t help but cringe when he saw the two. He was jealous of
them - so easily mated. Michael absolutely hated that Gavin and Ryan and Ray
were just so perfect for each other and everyone saw it. Ryan was currently the
mate of two Lads, Ray and Gavin. Ray was the first mate and Gavin was a close
second.
 
“Yeah, so? Okay, I just happen to sense that my mate is near and maybe I’m a
little on edge because of it. Doesn’t mean you have to bite my head off and
suffocate me about it,” Michael crossed his arms.
 
“But, Michael! It’s exciting news! You can feel your mate near! I think that’s
just brilliant how you vamps can tell where your mates are. Soon, you will
finally have yourself in their arms and you’ll finally be together. Do you know
who it is?”
 
Michael pursed his lips and flinched when he saw Ryan beginning to stand up
from the chair, shooting a grin at him. Fuck, Michael basically shouted at Ryan
mentally. Fuck you, don’t you dare say it.
 
It was because Ryan knew like he always knew. Ryan absolutely knew everything
about his little vampire - his little Omega.
 
Ryan and Michael were in a rare situation. They were both vampires, Ryan being
the head, and both of them connecting together as pure, practical lovers. Ryan
was Alpha and Michael was Omega, but yet they were not mated to each other.
Their bonds were just not meant to be tied in such an intimate, romantic way,
but yet it didn’t mean that Ryan still couldn’t sense the things that were
happening to his vampire because, he knew. Michael could only feel emotions
with Ryan - being able to sense when his head is sad or contemplating - but
never at a level where Michael knew specifically.
 
And Michael hated that.
 
“I don’t know,” Michael lied. “I can just feel him close, though.”
 
Gavin frantically began to bounce with glee. “Bloody romantic! I remember when
I would dream about my mate,” he took a look over at Ryan and Michael gagged a
little in his mouth. “It was finally when Ryan held my hand, I knew.” With
that, Gavin gasped. “Get everyone to hold you hand!”
 
“It isn’t that simple, Gavin,” Ryan chuckled, beginning to link his arm around
that of the wendigo's. “Especially not with vampires. Come on, let’s go get
something to drink. I’m parched.” Ryan took a smug look and shot it at Michael,
his eyes meeting that of his vampire. Michael felt anger that began to radiate
within as he could explicitly feel the pride that the Alpha was giving off.
That is when Michael gritted his teeth and crossed his arms.
 
If you fucking tell him that it’s Geoff, I swear I’m going to stab you and take
pleasure from the pain you’ll be experiencing, Michael mentally cursed at Ryan.
 
The head only chuckled, taking Gavin’s hand in his own before leading him out
the door.

                                       ~

Michael had trouble getting settled into sleep because he constantly continued
to just dream about the Geoff. The demon unknowingly had Michael’s heart in a
noose with the way Geoff plagued his thoughts. Michael could just feel it,
however. The tingling sensation that would always chill down his spine whenever
the demon was near him, the bubbly sensation whenever the demon would touch him
- just graze his hand over the Lad, and always the little ache that Michael
would feel in his bottom and groin just mentally on his knees and begging for
Geoff to take him.  
 
Michael and Geoff would agree that they flirt a lot, but the connection really
was never made and it always bothered the vampire.
 
He turned over on his side and just stared off into the darkness. It was
just aggravating.
 
“Fucking bullshit,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. There had to be some sort of
answer. What if Geoff was feeling this as well? Was it just the vampire?
Michael sure as hell didn’t hope so; there was nothing more heartbreaking and
sickening than to think that you have found your mate and
actuallyexperience the symptoms of your mate being around and then find out
that they really aren’t your mate - or worse: actually have them reject you.
Michael wasn’t ready for that heartbreak just yet.
 
He continued to toss and turn continuously drifting off into sleep just for the
teasing dreams of Geoff clouding his mind once again. Michael groaned;
thishad to stop.

                                       ~

Ray shivered when he felt powerful hands beginning to massage his sides,
completely taking him away from his game that he was currently playing. Taking
off his headphones, he turned his cheek to just feel a tender kiss begin placed
on his skin - the kiss was cold which caused Ray’s cheeks to light up even
more.
 
“Shouldn’t you be in bed with us?” warm breath of whispers filled Ray’s
sensitive ears. The werewolf whined just slightly, closing his eyes and just
allowing his mate’s voice to fill his ears to begin to  carry him away to a
world of just wonder. “Gavin’s wondering where you are…as am I…”
 
“I’m just playing Castle Crashers. I haven’t played it in such a long time, I
have forgotten how addicting it was.”
 
There was a humming chuckle that the vampire gave off before he finally tilted
Ray’s face until their lips met. The werewolf released a little whine of
happiness as he closed his eyes. It was the cinnamon taste that belonged to
Ryan that Ray was just so addicted to. His mates, Gavin as well, were
thebest tastes that the werewolf knew of in this life.
 
When they parted, Ray leaned into more of Ryan’s touch; the
vampire’s cursed abilities - just one touch would send any creature into such a
hypnotic state that seemed to dumb everything down to a numbing compliance. He
was such a charmer and Ray remembers falling for the vampire hard. When Ray
found that Gavin was also under the fancy of Ryan, he couldn’t help but just
feel a little jealous. The werewolf, although an Omega, was very territorial
and a jealous one for that matter. Finding out that Gavin was also mated to
Ryan almost made the werewolf leave in a huff and he would have, too, if it
weren’t for the head vampire to stop him and lure him back with an enticing
kiss. After that, Ray learned that Gavin was possibly the most perfect addition
to their little lace of love.
 
“Come to bed with us, dear,” Ryan hummed, smiling as he felt his mate leaning
in deeper and deeper; it was always satisfying for Ryan to feel the submission
of his mates. “I can sense Gavin’s heat is near. Can you feel it, too?”
 
The werewolf whined softly in confirmation. He could sense Gavin’s heat near
from the tingling that he was feeling, himself. The wendigo was about to fall
into his full blown heat soon; the verge of the peak beginning to draw near.
Each heat cycle was different for every creature; Gavin as a wendigo would
desperately and messily beg to be touched in every way possible. Knotting
wasn’t common for wendigo heats, but the need to be filled was always there
along with the absolute begging of wanting to be filled with little pups - or
rather small wendigo fawns. There was always an emotional turmoil that followed
after the wendigo’s heat, as well. It was impossible for male wendigos to
conceive and so Gavin would always have to mourn whenever the excitement of his
heat would fade due to the fact that he would never be able to conceive.
 
The tingling that Ray was feeling was growing stronger and once again, the
werewolf whined. The vampire began to lead him from the chair and started to
guide him towards the bedroom, his arm settling around the werewolf’s waist.
 
Once the door was opened, Gavin chirped in happiness, spreading his arms out to
greet the werewolf in a hug. “Ray! I’m so happy you came to bed.”
 
“Ah, calm down, it’s not like you were lonely. You have Ryan,” Ray smirked,
crawling onto the bed and then laying beside Gavin. The two met in a kiss,
although it was mostly controlled by the excited Gavin. His fingers began to
desperately grab and curl around the t-shirt that the werewolf was wearing.
There was tension under the fingers, the rising heat from the wendigo beginning
to peek through.
 
“Oh, he wanted his other mate, too,” Ryan answered, beginning to smile at the
two. “Calm down there, Gavin, you’re going to end up suffocating our little
puppy.”
 
Ray whined against the lips of the wendigo. Little puppy - the little pet name
plucked a soothing note in his ears and it made the werewolf melt. His mate
calling him such a name was almost a tease in itself. He parted from Gavin and
the Brit made this noise that was between the lines of desperation and begging.
The creature was beginning to already be drunk with pre-heat symptoms and all
he could do was just cling to the werewolf, beginning to purr softly in the
back of his throat.
 
“Little puppy,” the Brit repeated in a low tone.
 
There was a strong hand that pressed against the base of Ray’s back and the
werewolf lightly  yipped. That area was very sensitive.
 
“Does our little puppy want to do the honors of helping our little Gavin
through his heat?” the vampires words created a cloud around his head and it
choked Ray as the werewolf eagerly gasped for air. Gavin giggled, leaning in
for another kiss and pressing his body against the Hispanic Lad harshly.
 
“Rayyy,” he sang softly and Ray suddenly smelled peppermint that thickly
saturated the air. Ray moaned shamelessly, feeling Ryan’s hands beginning to
press firmly against his back and stroking ever so soft and slow.
 
There was no sense in denying - none at all. Ray allowed the peppermint to
carry him off to sleep, his arms around the wendigo, and the peak of heat
between all of them.


                                       ~

Geoff sighed, rubbing his tired eyes before slouching In his chair. He pursed
his lips as he began to hear little voices from the hallway. The distinct voice
of Gavin began to peek through, causing Geoff to raise his eyes near the
doorway.
 
Odd, he thought to himself. He felt a little tingle beginning to buzz around
his arms. He pursed his lips, inhaling deeply, his eyes almost involuntarily
shooting open in curiosity. There were little giggles that seemed to echo
through throughout the halls; Geoff’s ears perked up and smiled. He could
already smell the faint kiss peppermint in the air and it brought a smile to
his face. His once tired, lifeless self now sparked up into a brand new, bubbly
Geoff, who could easily smell the bubbly wendigo in heat in the hallway -
pure flavor.
 
Geoff always loved to tease the creatures in the office whenever they would
fall into heat; a little flirting, scenting, and just poking fun and wrapping
his arms around them. Geoff hasn’t really gotten to do that lately due to the
fact that both Ray and Gavin were already taken by the territorial head
vampire, but now, that wasn’t going to stop him.
 
When the Brit came into the room, it seemed as if the whole area lit up; the
smell of peppermint completely invaded Geoff’s nose and caused the demon to
release a low purr in the back of his throat. The tingling in his arms never
let up; the ink of his tattoos were possibly beaming a bright crystal blue.
Geoff always got like this around a creature in heat - his tattoos would
eagerly gleam out his true feelings whenever he felt a little frisky or eager
about his boys in the office. It was a good thing Geoff began to make wearing a
hoodie a habit.
 
“Geoff!” the happy wendigo stated, practically throwing his arms around the
demon. There was a cup of ice water in the Brit’s hand that sloshed slightly
when he wrapped his arms around the demon. Geoff watched his head to make sure
that the antlers did not drive into his skull to cause damage; he lightly
leaned his forehead against Gavin’s, however, and the antlers settled
themselves perfectly apart to allow Geoff’s head for access. There was a bright
aura that began to light up the room and the demon smiled. It was obvious that
Gavin was in heat; not only did Geoff realize that because of the scents that
the wendigo was giving off, but Geoff’s tattoos were almost silently screaming
with glittering, blue light - as they always do whenever agood potential prey
is around. They ached and longed to be touched and admired - as an Alpha
should. “Geoff, the greatest thing ever just happened to me!”
 
“What is that, dumbass?” Geoff laughed, settling his hands on the wendigo’s
waist. The arms that were around his neck were so warm - Gavin’s heat was in
early stages, Geoff could tell, otherwise the creature would be immediately on
his knees face down, and just whining for Geoff to taking him - or at the very
least ask for a good lick. The demon smiled at the filthy thought, inwardly
purring as he felt the soft Brit hug him.
 
“I feel like it’s going to happen this time, Geoff,” the Brit smiled, hugging
the demon. “Maybe this time, it will happen.”
 
“What are you talking about, Gavin?” Geoff began to press his fingertips into
the warm skin of the Brit, the scent of peppermint seeming to permeate every
particle of air. Their foreheads never lost contact and their hair seemed to
scratch and rub together. The demon smiled, the low, inward purr beginning to
reverberate in his throat as he pressed the Brit closer and closer to his body.
 
“This time, I’ll have children, Geoff,” Gavin cooed happily. “I can feel it.
I’m sure it’ll happen this time, you know?”
 
“Oh, Gavin,” Geoff couldn’t help but sigh just a little in empathy. His hands
began to settle down to the waist of the wendigo to his thighs, tickling
lightly. It was a purposeful move; the tickling distracted the wendigo of his
thoughts and also, Geoff got to feel the soft, lush skin against the Brit’s
milky waist.Gavin then began to giggle, his eyes screwing shut, and there was a
soft little moan that left his lips. Geoff brightly grinned when he heard that
little gasping mewl of the little creature; the mewl was almost like
an invitation for the demon; the wendigo have no idea. The little wendigo was
violently shaking, the ice in the glass that he was holding began to clink on
the sides from the sure excitement of the little wendigo.
 
“Geoff, I’m sure,” Gavin mewled happily, his smile never fading - it showed off
his sharp, pointed teeth. The little wendigo happily was flashing his teeth
now, showing off menacing looking canines and incisors; to Geoff, however, it
was quite simply the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He purred, feeling Gavin’s
warm skin press against his. There was absolute warmth between them, the huge
contrast begin the icy glass of cold, crystal water being in Gavin’s hand. It
was sweating, dripping water down from the sides into little droplets that
landed on the floor with soft plifts.
 
When the droplets hit Geoff’s skin on his hand, the demon gasped slightly at
the drastic change of temperature. Gavin only giggled bubbly; little snickers
beginning to shake his body, the ice and water beginning to slosh everywhere.
Geoff couldn’t help but smile, his purr beginning to noticeably radiate louder
and louder, but he could not have cared less. “You think that’s funny, huh?”
 
“Geoff, you’re all hot. I need to cool you off,” Gavin sneered beginning to
purposefully press the icy glass against Geoff’s skin, pulling up his sleeves.
The demon released an involuntary growl, running his claws all under the shirt
of the wendigo. Gavin gasped, falling almost frozen before he jolted in sheer
surprise as the feel of the rough claws against his skin.
 
The ice along with the water quickly sloshed out from the sudden jolt and ran
all over Geoff, splashing Geoff on his groin. The demon gasped, his eyes
shooting open and his nails beginning to dig into the skin of the wendigo.
Gavin pursed his lips in reaction of the sharp claws, whining just ever so
softly, but clenching the glass as if his life depended on it. The cool object
was snatched out of his hand, however, and suddenly, the wendigo found himself
falling downward by a driving force that clung to his chest.
 
They both landed on the floor, Gavin gasping out in surprise; he was flustered,
his cheeks lighting up in complete and utter excitement of the move. The demon
was on top of him, tickling and laughing.
 
“You got ice all over my dick. Want some dick ice?” the demon was purring,
beginning to start grabbing at Gavin with everything he had. In his hand, he
was able to hold on to small bits of the cold particles of the frozen water
before rubbing it all over the wendigos skin. Gavin was giggling, screaming,
and flailing, sending his head and antlers into the floor as he was giggling
and gasping. The sheer excitement from such a playful notion was making the
heated wendigo very hot and bothered; there was a slickness beginning to form
in between the cheeks of his bottom.
 
“Geoff!” Gavin squawked but immediately continued to laugh; he was losing his
breath from the laughter - he almost completely forgotten how to breathe. The
heat in his chest and cheeks seemed to grow stronger and stronger as the demon
was then all over the top of him now; Geoff was completely straddling the sides
of the wendigo, pinning him down to the floor as he took his hands and claws
and began to tickle and rub in the bestways possible. The wendigo was purring,
happily and desperately rutting his horns and antlers into the floor just to
relieve some of the tension he was feeling. There was heat now rising in his
chest, his pants beginning to tighten.
 
“Yeah, dick ice all over that dick. It’s like we had sex right now,” there was
an emphasis on the almost threat behind that tone, but Gavin paid no mind to
it. The heated Lad was having too much fun to be concerned about such notions.
There really wasn’t even ice between them anymore, but that didn’t stop Geoff
as he continued; he took his hands and ran them in the inside of Gavin’s shirt.
 
“G-Geoff, oh,” Gavin released a moan at the chilled skin of the demon from the
ice water. The words that the demon were saying were seeping inside of his head
and into his heart, making the wendigo purr with such anticipation and
excitement. The thought of the Alpha mating him and breeding him - even if
impossible to conceive, the thought alone was just too much to even bare the
thought of rejection.. Gavin whimpered as he felt wetness beginning to ebb in
between the cheeks of his bottom, coating his rim and rubbing uncomfortably
against his underwear.
 
“It’s all over your tummy now,” the demon purred. “All over you…” Geoff smiled
as he dipped his face into the crook of the heated Lad’s neck; the creature’s
scent was just as intoxicating as alcohol and  Geoff practically lost himself
from the pure, rosemary - warm peppermint. The demon’s faint light from his
glittering tattoos could almost nearly be seen from the thick underline of his
hoodie; small bursts of lights would peek through from the folds of the
openings such as the openings for the hands and even the neck. Geoff
was glowing, the Alpha demon being turned on so much so to where he was
grinding himself against Gavin. He could feel the heat and the wetness - the
creature inside of Geoff was now taking over.
 
Gavin was mewling; he no longer said words, but just mewling happily and
submissively. His eyes were completely shot and blown and his face was red.
Between the two of them, there was just light and warmth - small kisses from
Geoff on Gavin’s neck along with hands gripping heavily at each other’s shirts.
 
And Gavin let him. Gavin released small, lustful chirps of his own. Geoff
smiled, pressing his claws hard against the skin of the Brit, sighing softly as
he felt Gavin beginning to let go. Geoff always loved his part - his little
“mates” always letting go and losing themselves in their perfect, little dream
world just as the demon would have his way with them. The only memory that they
would receive after the ordeal was done was that of little fragments from their
dreams - muscle memory would be the only aid of remembrance along with the
complete feel of glowing euphoria.
 
The wendigo moaned lightly as he felt the small flow of slick beginning to
smear all over his underwear, his cock springing to life and pressing against
the denim of his jeans. His mind was completely filled and flooded with Geoff.
 
They both were smiling, Gavin’s muscles growing slack as Geoff continued to
press little pecking kisses against the skin of his neck. However, the
peaceful, loving moment was shattered with the door threw open.
 
“What is this?!” cried a voice full of fury and complete and utter anger. Gavin
immediately shrinked down; his trance completely broken as he felt the mind of
his mate basically screaming at him. The cloud of Geoff that flooded the whole
cerebral cortex of the wendigo was now washed away from the shattering reality.
Now only Ryan’s anger filled his mind. He was whimpering; knowing immediately
the wrong that he had been committing. The happy senses of euphoria, lust, and
even the wonderful, joyous thought of even believing of being able to
 conceive were just completely shattered.
 
Geoff’s body seemed to scatter off of the Brit; the demon ending up on his
knees and looking at the door to see a very tense, very mad Ryan. The vampire’s
firsts were curled tightly and his teeth were bared, his fangs displaying
themselves in the most menacing way that Geoff had ever saw in his life. There
was an intense glare that the demon was receiving as Ryan stormed into the
room. Gavin began whimper more so, his shoulders beginning to scrunch up; the
wendigo made sure that the back of his neck was shown - an involuntary sign of
submission especially to an angry Alpha mate.
 
“What were you doing on him? Have you no control?,” Ryan’s tone was full of
venom that was spat out just like a viper would to its prey. Geoff hummed,
pursing his lips and just looking downwards at the ground, not responding. His
eyes remained fixated on the whimpering Gavin’s foot - trying his best to not
stare at the distressed, heated wendigo. Geoff could also tell Ray came in from
the atmosphere that was given off in the room - what was once a romantic
gesture full of happiness and heart was not one of anger and jealousy; it was
full of rage and fury, now.
 
Gavin was still scrunched up, little disappointed and remorseful sounds leaving
his throat as Ray began to pick him up from the ground by his hand. There was
no verbal exchange, but there was nonverbal. Geoff knew that Ryan was probably
scolding Gavin and the wendigo probably pleading his apologies to Ryan through
his mind. The vampire Gent just growled when he got closer to the Geoff that
was on his knees.
 
“Why were you on my mate?” Ryan knew better than just to call Gavin his because
technically, Gavin was also Ray’s, but it did not matter. Ray was included, as
well.
 
Geoff huffed slightly completely drained of any words to say. He began to feel
nauseated and sick, the wonderful peppermint rosemary of Gavin -
thelovely creature in heat full of happiness and bubbliness - was now replaced
with the angry spice of cinnamon. It was not welcoming at all; it was
frightening. The demon did not say any words but instead began to take his
hands and began to fiddle with his sleeves.
 
“You’re still glowing with affection for him,” the vampire growled at the
observation. “How dare you even think about my Gavin in such a way let alone
you actually trying something.” The head vampire’s teeth were still barred and
grit in anger, but the force began to subside. Ryan lightly growled in warning,
beginning to let go of his moment’s rage before finally saying, “I know you
can’t help yourself. I know that much. But you can at least try and stop
yourself from doing these things. Your thoughts are telling me that you two had
a moment’s scene of romance before you decided to just tackle him. And you
actually planned on taking him - Geoff,” Ryan sighed, his fist beginning to
tighten as if to be the line to pull the vampire back from just striking the
eldest Gent, “don’t ever do that again.”
 
With that, Ryan left, quickly pulling Ray along with Gavin at his sides and
making sure they did not distance themselves too far away from his sides.
 
The trio passed Michael in a flurry and the ginger raised an eyebrow in
curiosity until suddenly, it hit him - it was just anger. Michael huffed, his
teeth becoming grit as he went into the office, standing in the doorway. He saw
Geoff picking himself up from the ground, the little gleaming illumination from
his tattoos beginning to die down as Geoff fiddled with his sleeves. The
vampire inwardly whimpered, piecing together the puzzle of what just happened.
All he felt was anger - Ryan’s anger, but now, he was starting to feel sick and
sad; the vampire tolerated only so much of the shared, swirling emotions that
both he and Ryan would give off and tolerance was at its peak. The vampire
pouted; he was sad that Geoff actually decided to pounce on another Lad,
another Lad that was mated, instead of him. Michael felt crushed; he felt
furious; he felt like ripping his own hair out and crying, begging the demon of
why - why wasn’t he good enough.
 
It felt like he was the one, the constant tingling and welding sensation of
fluttery butterflies that danced around in his heart and chest, but apparently,
Geoff did not feel the same way.
 
Their eyes met for a split second, the demon thinking none the wiser and just
giving the vampire Lad a small wave with a little “hey”.
 
Michael didn’t reply. He just left. The anger that he felt from Ryan suddenly
contained no other source than himself; he stormed down the hall in a fury,
trying to find the bathroom as quickly as he could without making a scene or
disrupting anyone from their normal, everyday routine. As much as
Michaelhated it, he couldn’t help but feel as if Geoff wasn’t the one. The own
doubt of your senses was a sickening nuisance in itself, but perhaps it was
true.
 
Maybe Michael was just a dud - unfit for any potential love interests or mates.
None of it - nothing that he felt was real; nothing that he felt meant
anything; nothing that he felt so near and dear to his icy, infuriated heart
about that succubus of a demon mattered - at all.
 
There were tears beginning to stream down the vampire’s cheeks and he instantly
became cold.
 
“Fuck you,” he spat to no one.

                                       ~

“Gavin, please,” Ray begged, beginning to try and allow the wendigo to lay
comfortably. “Stay still for just a second,” the werewolf whined in futile as
Gavin just continued to squirm under him. The wendigo was shaking, smiling, and
laughing as he grabbed at Ray’s arms and waist, trying to pin the werewolf down
on his back. Ray was trying his absolute best to keep the wendigo still as Ryan
came back with the set of toys (variations between dildos, vibrators, knotting
dildos, vibrating anal beads) and lube. The wendigo was a squirming, flailing
mess as he whined and spread his legs wide for Ray. His cock bounced with
vigor, sending rippling waves up Ray’s spine.
 
The werewolf released a yip, biting his lip as he began to feel slickness in
between his own cheeks.
 
“Gavin, please,” Ray repeated, gasping as he heard the wendigo moan eagerly,
his ass rutting up against Ray’s leg. The werewolf moaned when he felt the
wetness that practically soaked a good portion of his leg.
“Ray, I want you now, love-love,” Gavin was gasping, his eyes completely
dilated and blown from the lust of his full blown heat. When Gavin fell into
heat, it was like trying to care for a young, busty girl at a party. Once she
starts drinking, she becomes more open, but once she’s there, she’s willing to
go anywhere.
 
“G-Gav, Gav, Gav,” Ray chanted, his whimpers beginning to ebb out into full
puppy yips. If he were in his wolf state right now, his tail would be in
between his legs in complete shame as the slickness of his bottom began to seep
out. It wasn’t like Ray to fall into heat so easily from his mate, but
goodness, Gavin being the completely mess that he was was sending the werewolf
into a dizzy, heated state.
 
“Ray,” Gavin responded happily, purposefully running his bare ass against Ray’s
leg until it finally touched the werewolf’s cock. The heated wendigo pressed
Ray’s thumb into his mouth, beginning to suck and lick all while just looking
at the werewolf with big, emerald, needy eyes. The Hispanic Lad whined,
wondering why the Hell Ryan was taking so damn long with the toys and hormone
neutralizer when suddenly, he gasped as he felt Gavin’s teeth sinking into his
thumb.
 
The werewolf howled in pain, trying to pull back his digit when he felt Gavin
beginning to press harshly against his chest with his hands, sending Ray on his
back. With a soft cry, he pulled his thumb back, completely in shock at the
wendigo’s actions.
 
“You bit me, you fucking asshole!” Ray yelled in anger, gasping as he felt the
sudden, impending contrast of his anger to complete euphoria as he felt the
wendigo beginning to straddle his hips, much like the Alpha demon had done to
the Omega just hours before, and grind their cocks together. The werewolf
moaned, screwing his eyes shut as he could barely handle the situation that was
happening to him at the very moment.
 
“I’m going to do more than bite you, love,” Gavin breathed out. Ray felt
himself whine as the slickness in between his cheeks began to seep even more
so. The Omega werewolf released a rip when he felt the soothing slickness of
Gavin’s ass beginning to rub up against his cock.
 
“G-Gavin, you’re making me all…”
 
“Ray, I want you--,” the wendigo closed that sentence off with a desperate kiss
as the Omega began to lift himself.
 
The little nub of Ray’s cock was positioned at the rim of the wendigo and the
creature sat eagerly, gasping lightly. Ray’s eyes rolled back, his mouth
hanging open in sheer luxious satisfaction of the slick, tight walls calming
around his cock.
 
“R-Ray, your knob is s-so smooth…” Gavin began to eagerly rock himself on the
Omega, gasping lightly with each thrust. Ray couldn’t help himself of blushing,
closing his eyes and just allowing the Omega to fuck himself - there was no
stopping the determined wendigo. Ray would release mewls and moans, his hands
harshly pressing into the waist of Gavin.
 
Gavin would lightly curse and then mutter to himself while closing his eyes,
smiling gratefully. Although it wasn’t an Alpha cock, Ray still
felt so amazing. There was an impossible thick layer of slickness between the
two as Gavin was just jutting himself up and down on the Omega’s cock. “Oh,
Ray,” he moaned softly.
 
The room began to fill with luscious, creamy mix of peppermint and warm coffee
beans. The aroma would have brought any Alpha in with a watering mouth and an
aching heart. Eyes would have been wide open at the two - the needy wendigo
having the absolute need to just ride Ray’s cock in order to receive what he
wanted and that was children; although it would never be possible.
 
“F-fuck!” Ray stammered, his hips colliding harshly against the ass of the
wendigo. The impossible slickness between them suddenly had a layer of precum
and a mass of euphoric, orgasmic fluid from the Omega werewolf as he panted and
praised Gavin’s name.
 
“My,” whispered a deep, full tone. There was the creaking of the door slowly
being pushed opened. “What have we here?” Ryan’s smile was full and soft, his
fangs slightly poking out as a sign of arousal. “Perhaps I could asset to my
little mates, huh? Both of which smell like they’re in heat?”
 
“R-Ryan,” Ray choked out, his lip bit.
 
***** Michael I *****
Chapter Summary
     Michael is very confused about his conflicting emotions. He doesn't
     understand why he feels the way he does and Ryan is being absolutely
     no help with his coded sentences and actions such as reassuring
     smiles and hugs. Michael needs more than that, but he doesn't
     understand what to do.
     He has decided that Geoff is the reason why he feels the way he does,
     and he decides to take matters into his own hands to settle his own
     curiosity.
      
      
     I hate the fact that I sound like a total fucking girl right now
     talking about her crush. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate it
Chapter Notes
     Update!: the heat scene will most definitely happen within the next
     chapter. It shall be so smutty good and amazing, but for now, I give
     you Michael masturbation teasing~
     Please_tell_me_if_you_have_a_suggestion_or_even_a_prompt_for_a_scene!
     I will be more than happy to listen and answer. EVEN INTRODUCING A
     NEW CHARACTER, MUCH?
     Thank you to the anon who suggested the whole Geoff/Gavin scene! I do
     appreciate it ~
     This work consists/and WILL consist of:
     Rayvinwood, Micheoff, Rayvin, Freewood, Ramwood, Myeoff, Geovin,
     Myan, Mayvin, Mayvinwood, Mavinwood, Joelay, Michael/Joel, Jurnie,
     and many more! (With the help from you!) Stay tuned for weekly
     (hopefully) updates.
Entry: 211. Saturday, September 6th, 2014.
 
I am obviously stupid - or there is something wrong with me, one. I can't
concentrate on anything. Even writing this is actually taking a lot longer than
needed; it took about fifteen minutes just for me to write these dumb ass three
sentences. And I don't understand why. I've been feeling really sick lately,
and mainly it's due to the fact that I just feel completely empty. I know that
sounds so fucking stupid and cliche, but I believe it's actually becoming true.
I feel like a mess.
 
I remember when Ryan actually told me to start writing these stupid entries,
but honestly, they have been helping me a lot. It's been over a year and a half
now since he's moved out and gone to provide a home for Gavin and Ray. No
matter what he tells me, I'll never get over the fact that he made me feel
abandoned. Even to this day, I roll around in my bed and can faintly smell his
scent and it's been a year and a half since he's been gone. I miss him.
 
It isn't that I don't see him, I see him practically everyday, but I just miss
him, I guess. What a fucking pussy I turned out to be, but it's true. I miss
the way he use to hold me every time he would read my minds and know that I am
sad. I miss when we use to hold hands and just be with one another as we close
our eyes and just breathed in each other's smells. And he would kiss me,
letting me know that I was his - even if we weren't mated. I didn't mind the
fact that we weren't mated. I knew we held a relationship on a level that was
deeper than most. And it didn't need to be sealed with a knot.
 
I fucking crack myself up. Vampires don't have knots though like werewolves or
Jersey Devils. What a fucking waste of a joke that was.
 
Anyway, maybe I can figure out what is wrong with me. The tingling in my hands
aren't stopping. I'm actually pretty worried. I might go to Ryan and ask what
all of this means and why I feel  the way I do.
 
I've also noticed that the tingling happens more whenever I'm closer to Geoff.
That along with the fucking butterflies that are in my stomach every time I'm
around him. I really like him. I like him a lot. Maybe it has something to do
with that. Perhaps I'm just nervous whenever I'm around him and that's
understandable, I guess.
 
I hate the fact that I sound like a total fucking girl right now talking about
her crush. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate it.
 
Well, I guess that's it for today. Maybe tomorrow, I can get answers from Ryan
and find out why all of this is happening. I'll call him and ask and perhaps
even go over to his place. It isn't far, I could walk there. It would just take
a fucking half hour.
 
- Michael 



Entry: 212. Thursday, September 11th, 2014.
 
So, I went to Ryan and asked why I felt this way. He didn't really say much
except for a smile after I explained what I was feeling. Then he hugged me. It
felt nice because it's been a while since he hugged me. His smell of strong
cinnamon reminded me how much I really missed him and honestly, I didn't want
him to stop hugging me.
 
I could see Ray and Gavin looking at me in the other room and I felt
embarrassed. I don't know why, but I just did. They were smiling at me and I
could see Gavin's pointed teeth just barely showing. It was weird how his teeth
are like little needles and not full fangs like Ryan's or Geoff's or even Ray's
when he's taking on his wolf form.
 
He took me to another room and started talking to me and he told me that it was
because I was maturing or some weird shit like that. It was also because
apparently my "mate" is near. Like I fucking know what that means. All I know
is that I feel like shit. I hugged him again and he laughed and the shitty
feeling sorta went away after that. It reminded me of all the times we used to
spend together.
 
I'm still confused, though. I don't know what he means by feeling my "mate". It
sounds like something you would hear out a fucking cheesy SyFy movie or some
shit. I didn't even know vampires got mates, but Ryan is my head vampire, so I
guess he knows best. Plus he is a lot older than me. I just don't understand
why it is happening to me, though. I'm fucking 27. I should be past puberty.
 
After he told me, we said goodbye and he told me that everything would be okay.
Like I believe that. I don't feel okay - and I don't think that anything will
feel okay.
 
I miss Ryan. I miss being able to talk to him whenever I needed to. It feels so
damn lonely here and all I want is just to talk to somebody.
 
Maybe I'll call Lindsay. I don't know how much she knows about vampires, but it
is getting pretty fucking lonely here.
 
- Michael 



Entry: 213. Monday, September 15th, 2014.
 
The tingling is just getting stronger and stronger and I think I've finally
found out why I feel the way I do. It's Geoff. I fucking know it is. The way he
flashes his smile, his laugh, his fucking voice - all of it is driving me
crazy. Every time I feel him coming close, I can feel the tingling and aching
in my--fucking dare I say it--my ass. Jesus Christ, I just said that - what the
fuck is wrong with me? Every time I'm near him, all I can think about is just
being close to him. The tingling tickles my fingers and hands and sends shivers
up my spine. I fucking hate it.
 
Yet, I love it. It feels so weird yet so...exciting.
 
I'm so confused. I know I like Geoff. I've been having this huge crush on him
for the longest time, but I'm thinking about what Ryan said. What if it's
because...Geoff is my mate? What if it was meant to be and my body is telling
me so?
 
This is fucking weird and i have no clue what the Hell I'm talking about,
but...what if? Maybe I'll talk to him...but I don't know. I'm so nervous. I'm
shaking right now and it's getting pretty hard to type.
 
Maybe I'll talk to Ryan about this again.
 
- Michael 



Entry: 214. Tuesday, September 30th, 2014.
 
It's been a while since I have written in here. And honestly, I don't fucking
feel like it, but I swear I have no one else to talk to and no where else to go
and no one else to talk to.
 
Today was the absolute shittiest day I've ever had besides the day that Ryan
left. This is probably worst. I have no mate. And I won't ever have one,
either. Geoff doesn't like me - he isn't even interested at all.
 
And I guess I can understand why, too.
 
- Michael


Michael turned off the computer after saving the entry and just sat there
quietly, staring at the screen. The vampire felt sleep beginning to ache at his
eyes from such emotional exhaustion that he has experienced today. There was an
pinging ache in his heart every single time the muscles contracted for a
nice thud. It ached and he couldn't believe the emotional drainage that he has
resorted to. Tears welled up in his eyes once again at such the sight - or
rather imagining the sight - of Geoff being all over Gavin like that.
 
It was too much to take in. The vampire whimpered slightly as he felt the
tingling beginning to rise up again at the thought of Geoff - the demon's fangs
seeming to gleam into the light, giving off what almost seemed like a prideful
boast. The flashing of his fangs always made the vampire melt at heart, even
before the tingling symptoms came into play. The very thought of Geoff just
chuckling, crossing his arms and just smiling were enough to make the Omega
faint like a fan girl in sheer woo.
 
Now the fangirl-ing was over - it was just utter heartbreak. The room still
just faintly smelled of Gavin's warm peppermint scent along with just the faint
scent of strawberries that belonged to the demon. It was odd that the demon
reeked of such a scent, but it would entice any creature, sending them into a
luring spell - just like Gavin was about to succumb to just hours earlier.
Michael would kill to be dragged into that spell.
 
Michael still felt the horrible emotional pain of rejection from the demon,
however he noticed that the tingling almost became unbearable and the vampire
groaned as he began to shift into his seat, feeling a fiery warmth beginning to
ache at his groin. The movement seemed almost involuntary - the shifting of his
weight seeming to feel just right. He continued and he was gasping at the
tingling heat that he felt. Michael has never, ever, felt like this before and
he doesn't even know what to think of it. Ryan hasn't done much of a good job
explaining of what is happening to the ginger vampire or what Michael should
expect.
 
Ryan, I fucking hate you ; what the fuck is going on with me? Where are you
when I fucking need you? Michael growled pathetically, continuing to shift in
his seat. Ryan was gone, however; he was with his mates at home since Burnie
let them off early. Contacting Ryan would be virtually impossible due to the
fact that he was dealing with his mates - one of which was in extreme heat.
 
The vampire cursed once again, continuing to fidget in his chair and he gasped
as he felt the warmth continue to overcome him and he released this whine that
he thought would never be produced from his vocal chords in his entire life.
His eyes shot opened, completely covering his mouth with his hand and suddenly,
embarrassment began to take over.
 
"Michael?" asked a soft, familiar voice. The vampire shot his head in pure
panic towards the door as he saw Lindsay leaning against the door frame of the
office. She held a face of concern and confusion as he brushed some loose
strands of her burgundy locks from out of her face. "Is everything okay? I
heard you...making noises."
 
"E-everything is fine, okay?" Michael growled in annoyance - not towards the
witch,  but towards himself, Geoff, and Ryan. Everything was seeming to pile up
together in a heaping mess of emotional turmoil and sickness and there was only
so much he could stand. "I'm fine, Lindsay," he emphasized. "I'm just...sick, I
guess."
 
"I don't think you're sick," the witch raised an eyebrow before she held a
frown. "I heard about Gavin and Geoff. Some shit huh?"
 
"Don't even fucking start that," Michael groaned. Lindsay already knew about
the crush that Michael had on Geoff. There was some surface conversation about
the tingling and the weird physical and emotional sensations that the vampire
would get, but nothing super deep; it was nothing like what Michael would share
to his head vampire. Lindsay and Michael were friends, but he never trusted her
enough to share deep secrets with. Not that Lindsay wasn't trustworthy; it was
more based on the assumption that she would just not understand.
 
"Michael," she started again with a small sigh. "Come on. I know that messed
you up. I can tell, Michael," she shifted her weight until the other side of
her body was now leaning against the opposite frame of the door. She crossed
her arms in complete questioning that was longing for the answer. "I know how
much you like him, Michael. I know how badly you thought he was yours..."
 
"Lindsay, shut up!" Michael pat in hurtful anger. The witch backed up slightly
from the vampire's radiation of such powerful, negative emotions until she
calmly exhaled.
 
"Michael," she began once again, her voice just as calm and as steady as a
Summer's blue sky. "I understand how much it hurts. I can feel how much you
hurt right now. I just want to help. You're my best friend," there was a soft
smile in her tone and honestly, it dulled the small rage that coarse through
Michael's veins. The vampire frowned, pressing his fangs nervously against his
bottom lip before he let out a sigh.
 
"I'm sorry, Linds. I'm just...I would really appreciate it if I were left alone
right now."
 
There was an aching few seconds of horrible silence before the soft reply of,
"I understand."
 
Michael felt terrible. There were little whimpers to make up the apologies that
he wanted to tell her, but he decided that it wouldn't be worth it. She said
that she understood and that was good enough for him.


                                       ~


The tingling finally died down once he reached his home - or rather the small,
lonely place that he called home that was his apartment. It was quite a relief
despite the fact that none of his questions have really been answered. He still
felt exhausted, little yawns escaping his lungs, stretching his arms to where
he flexed his muscles. There was a soft aroma that filled the air and it
reminded him of Geoff. It wasn't really strawberries, but the scent in itself
was just...soft. It was relaxing albeit brought a little sense of panging guilt
to Michael. It reminded Michael of how he yelled at Lindsay earlier.
 
He felt like calling to apologize; perhaps he should apologize. He felt like he
has been acting like a dick lately, but if it weren't for the fact that he was
so confused and that his emotions weren't tormenting him like they were, then
he wouldn't be so bent and bruised up to where just a little poke would send
him snapping.
 
“I didn’t know vampires were so angry.”
 
"They're not," Michael clearly repeated Ryan's words to himself and muttered a
curse. Why  was he so angry? Why couldn't he control his emotions? Sure, he
performed Rage Quit and because of that, being angry was practically a
requirement for him, but no. This was different. He shouldn't be so upset about
Geoff, should he? They aren't even mated - it was just the tingling sensations
and what Ryan said that made him feel like they were.
 
With a heavy sigh, he plopped down on his bed, shoes still on his feet, and he
took a look at his phone through lidded eyes. There weren't any new messages or
notifications and for some reason, that made him all the more upset.
 
There were times that Michael felt just absolutely and utterly alone; there
were times where he would just lay on his bed - what use to be there bed - and
just inhale, trying his best to remind himself of Ryan by trying to detect just
the faintest spice of cinnamon that would enter his nose.  The smells were a
comfort for him almost like a soother for a little infant. They collected his
scattered thoughts and picked up the broken pieces of his shattered remains
whenever he would just have one of those days.
 
"I wonder if Geoff ever has one of those days," the vampire whispered to
himself, staring at the ceiling once he laid his phone to the side. "He's such
a nice-looking...demon...I doubt that he would have to worry about anything. I
bet Gavin was altogether melting in his hands; he could easily get a mate like
nothing to it. I know I would..." he continues to talk to himself, "with those
tattoos of his - such pretty ink on his arms. They would glow, too, the
brightest of colors - my favorite color: a bright teal. I wonder if his arms
grow warm from the light...I wonder what his horns feel like--"
 
With that, there was a little idea that sparked into the mind of the vampire,
his eyes lighting up just slightly. There was almost a little smirk that began
to curve against the lips of the vampire at the sudden realization that
he could know what Geoff's horns feel like without actually having the demon
beside him or even near him.
 
"I'm a fucking genius," he smiled and almost like that, his anger, sadness, and
just the feeling of emptiness was almost  gone. He began to sit up from the bed
taking a couple of steps towards the tall mirror that was given to him by his
head vampire. There were words that Michael distinctly remembered that his head
had said to him whenever he brought the mirror home.
 
"In lore, it is said that we can't see our reflections. That's only true for
the Necrarch. They're such ugly vampires, the mirror just rids them the burden
of them having to see themselves.
 
Michael would laugh every time he thought of Ryan saying that, and it didn't
fail this time. Michael has only seen a Necrarch vampire only once and never
again would he want to see one again.
 
As the vampire looked into the mirror, he began to fiddle with his hair,
running his fingers into the long, curly locks and sighing softly as he took
off his glasses. The world around him was blurry for the moment, but soon, he
knew that glasses wouldn't be necessary to see. He began to close his eyes,
concentrating on the image of which he wanted to transform in.
 
Geoff.
 
He smiled, the demon bringing such joy to his heart despite the fact that Geoff
had unknowingly bruised his heart and joy just hours before. The demon began to
fill his mind, and soon the form of Geoff was able to be recognized by
Michael's cells and body.
 
Shape shifting was a strange art, but it always brought positive advantages to
anyone who could do it. However, in order for a Strigoi to shape shift into
another person, or even a dog for that matter, he would have to see the figure
with his own eyes and he was very thankful that he got to see the
demon multiple times in order to change into him. He's never actually shape
shifted into another person besides his head vampire or Ray. Ryan was such a
fun doozy to change into. The little playful prank that the Strigoi pulled
(mocking Ryan and convincing the other members of Roosterteeth that he actually
was Ryan along with saying such absurd things like "I suck ass") earned Michael
a little punch from his head along with some hypnosis that forced him to clean
the apartment and send him to bed early.
 
Focus, Michael told himself, and he cleared his throat, only for the sound to
not be recognizable as his own voice.
 
With a light gasp, he opened his eyes to see blue, cellophane eyes along with
tired facial features and to top it all off, the black, red, and
white gorgeous, thick horns that were placed on his head.  Michael smiled to
see impressive fangs along with other sharp, pointed teeth, none like his own,
little Omega fangs that would barely do any damage.
 
"Holy fuck..." Michael whispered out in the voice of Geoff, touching his own
face to feel smooth, soft skin along with the tickling bristles that rubbed up
against his fingers from the demon's facial features. "I'm fucking Geoff," he
laughed. "Holy shit."
 
He began to look into the mirror as if it were a portal to another dimension,
staring deeply at his features and running his fingers all over the ink that
laid on the demon's arms. The ink was perfectly embedded into the skin to where
you could feel its milky texture that seemed to ebb up around the skin of his
fingers. It felt like touching cool water on skin, however, the ink would move
nowhere once he drug his fingers across his arms.
 
"They're fucking beautiful," Michael praised, a light purr leaving the back of
his throat. "God...I would just...touch them...forever..." his voice began to
linger and drag purposefully so he could enunciate words clearly in the form on
the demon, his mate that he longed to be his ever so badly. His fingers
continues to trace over the ink almost like an addiction, his eyes beginning to
wander back to the mirror.
 
His shirt was loose; it was a common one that Geoff would always wear: a loose,
plaid blazer of which whose sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, just to tease
and show off some of his tattoos. Lately, he has been covering up his arms with
his hoodie, however, the image that Michael created in order to transform into
the demon held the memory of his plaid shirt. Michael's loose smile never
faded; in fact it grew bigger when he took his curious hands and finally pried
them off of the tattooed ink of his arms and shakily began to trace them up
towards the head of the demon, beginning to tightly touch the base base of the
impressive keratin coated appendages.
 
They were warm and rough and they sent this shocking feel down the vampire's
spine so much so that he released a gasp of the feel.
 
"Oh, my God," he whispered softly, Geoff's voice ringing out in what seemed
like shock. Never before has he felt like that besides the burning, stimulating
tingling that ached at the base of his body before. The titillation sensation
was ultimately...odd. Michael couldn't really describe the feeling other than
odd, but he continued to rub at the base, closing his eyes and just enjoying
the sparks that traveled down his back and to his base, sighing softly. There
was just something so addictive about the sensation to where he couldn't bring
himself to stop. He continued to lightly tease and massage his fingers lightly
against the base of the impressive horns, biting his lip and just enjoying
the odd feeling until he finally gasped, letting go of them.
 
Holy fuck... Michael's head was seeming to beginning to melt as he just began
to shift his weight against his hands, pressing them against his groin and
sighing.
 
He knew that creatures get aroused, but the Omega has never actually
experienced anything like that. He has never reached the foreign language of
"heat" that Ryan always keeps talking about, or what Ray and Gavin produce -
especially Gavin who is undergoing his heat right now. Michael knew about
scents because Ryan taught him how to smell them. Michael remembers the times
where him and Ryan would just sit beside each other or even on each other and
just breathing in each other's scents. Michael really couldn't recognize Ryan's
at first until the head vampire actually had to explain and teach him how to
recognize it. The day that Michael finally did recognize and inhaled Ryan's
spicy cinnamon was the day that Michael would barely take his face out of his
head vampire's chest to just smell as much of it as he could.
 
He also remembered how excited he would get. It was almost as if the vampire's
scent was a drug that pepped him up every time he felt tired or down. It was
always just a comfort - just exactly like a soother for an infant.
 
And an infant is exactly what Michael felt right now from how inexperienced he
felt as he pressed his hands firmly against his - or rather Geoff's - cock,
moaning softly. He began to fiddle with the zipper of the faded denim jeans
that his form of Geoff was wearing. There was a slight bulge beginning to form
on the front of the pants and it became even bigger when Michael unzipped them
and opened them up. He was gasping as he eagerly peeled off the boxers that
layered over his cock and he practically melted at the sight he saw when the
boxers were away.
 
The hardness sprang out, leaking already and pressing firmly against the base
of Michael's stomach and he gasped. Never before has he seen a cock look like
this. The only one that he saw was his own; the shape was totally different
compared to his own, small nub of his cock that was smooth and pink and faintly
shined in the light from the natural slick that glistened. The hardness of the
demon was completely different, indeed. It was long, and thick and sprang up
tall and proud. It was nothing like the little nub of the Omega's cock - it was
fat and curved inward and pressed lightly against Michael's skin, leaving a
little bead of a thin, sticky liquid that trailed the vampire's skin like a
thin glue.
 
The vampire didn't know what to do except bite his lip, just looking at it. He
felt so clueless and so stupid by just staring at it, but in all honesty, he
was appalled. He's never seen any other member other than his own and he then
began to wonder is this what all Alpha's look like? I-Is this what Ryan also
looks like? Michael felt his face grow flush as he began to sink the pants
further down his body until they pooled around his ankles along with the
underwear before carefully stepping out of them. Taking the curious fingers
once again, he began to lightly touch the tip of his cock and inhaling sharply
at the sparks that seemed to pool around his groin.
 
He minded the sharp claws of Geoff obviously and began to lightly rub the pads
of the fingers against the tip of the Alpha demon's cock, purposely smearing
the sticky, thin, liquid and sighing at the feel.
 
It felt good. No longer odd...but good. The vampire closed his eyes, beginning
to rub the tip of the cock into the firm opening part of his palm and grabbing
it lightly. Oh, Michael mentally moaned, beginning to bite his lip. The way
Geoff's fangs poked the bottom skin of his lip felt actually painful compared
to the little Omega fangs that Michael was use to wearing, but he adored the
feel. He began to naturally buck up into the palm of his hand, smirking as he
felt more of the thin, sticky liquid beginning to ebb out and lap against the
skin of his hand.
 
It was just so odd, but it felt so...right and especially with it begin Geoff.
Michael was utterly in love as he continued to look into the mirror and just
continuing to admire the form of Geoff. Everything, absolutely everything was
altogether  perfect about the demon. Michael was still so curious about the
demon's member and he lightly circled his fingers around the shaft, beginning
to test the thickness of it.
 
The base was particularly thick and Michael actually began to wonder if demons
had "knots" as well. He's never actually seen a knot, but he knows about them
because of Ryan. Ryan explained mating to Michael, but also explained how
vampires do not have knots because the birth of a vampire isn't that common
anyway. Usually vampires are bitten and transformed, but Michael and Ryan were
different. They were bred vampires, Ryan being the head - the last one of his
kind. Vampires don't have said "knots" and obviously Michael did not have the
kind of member to actually try and get a visual of what a knot would look like
- especially after seeing Geoff's.
 
The vampire whined softly in approval as he continued to casually rub his palms
all over the leaking head. It was more comforting than anything as the vampire
closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to be on his knees in front of
the demon, licking at the Alpha's cock. It would be something else - the
constant stream of the thin slick that would trickle out of the slit. Michael
would lick at it, wondering if the substance would taste just like how Geoff
smelled: a soft strawberry with a hint of acidic, burning alcohol.
 
It was a dream, really, and with a moan, Michael finally ceased his touching,
frantically feeling the buzz that angrily began to inundate his entire being.
As much as he wanted to continue, he was afraid. He felt wrong suddenly and he
whimpered, shameful of the affair of which he was committing. What would Ryan
think? He would be so disappointed, he could tell. It almost seemed as if he
could feel his head vampire's scold right now. Michael bit his lip, the strong,
sharp fangs that pricked at the bottom of his lips beginning to shrink down
back to his familiar, small Omega teeth that just lightly grazed over his lip.
He felt Geoff beginning to melt away, his familiar form beginning to take shape
and with a weary sigh, he looked into the mirror.
 
The excitement was gone and he couldn't even tell if he was happy about it or
not. All he could feel was confusion - bittersweet, electric confusion.
 
The watery, cohesive feel still lapped lightly at the fingertips of the
vampire. He missed it already as only muscle memory began to comfort him.


                                       ~


Entry:  214 - B. Thursday, September 30th, 2014.
 
So, I shape shifted into Geoff. It was...amazingly weird. I don't think I would
even be able to describe it all into words let alone actually proceed to type
them. I could feel it all; everything seemed to electrify my body and it was
just so exciting. It made me feel better for the moment and for a minute or
two, I felt free from the anger that I have been experiencing lately. I felt
free from the sadness that I felt today.
 
I'm a pervert; I already know this, but today, I have complete proof that I am
one. I was just touching myself - Geoff's body, I mean - all over. It felt
completely strange and weird, but I just wanted to continue. His tattoos are
possibly the most amazing things that I have ever felt in my entire life. It
was almost as if I were touching the wet, cool ink itself before it was
artistically embedded by the demons who gifted him with it. I wonder what the
process was like. Did it hurt? Were they loving when they did it? What if it
was a curse rather than a blessing to have such wonderful art all over his
arms?
 
It didn't seem like a curse as I was touching them. I could feel the wetness
against my finger tips and I couldn't stop smiling like a fucking idiot. It was
Geoff's smile and that is what made me continue to grin. I've never seen them
glow so brightly before. At times when he's notably happy, I could see a faint
dim that would resemble a dying glow stick, but nothing brighter than that. I
wonder if they glowed brightly for Gavin today. As much as it pains me to say
it, I would have loved to see them glow - even if it was for Gavin and not for
me. I sound like a fucking idiot, but I would just kill to see them glow.
 
If they glowed for me, I would die.
 
I love his fangs; I couldn't stop looking at them when I smiled in the mirror.
They are so big and pretty and they almost scream in the light. If he'd let me,
I would lick all around them as we would kiss. The strong teeth would press
against my tongue and I would love it. I'd hope he would like it, too.
 
And his horns, oh, my fucking God. I love his horns. They are just so beautiful
- the base is an inky black, none of which I have ever seen before. Then they
fade into a crimson red; the dark red near the black base almost looks like
blood. Now that I think about it, the color makes my mouth water. It has been a
while since I've licked at some blood - especially rich, lively blood. The
color reminded me of that rich, lively substance and I just loved it. All of
it. All of Geoff is what I want.
 
They finally faded out into a crystal, colorless, gleaming white. They just
looked so pure, as if they have never seen a day out in the air. They are just
so beautiful and pretty and I would have touched them all day if I didn't feel
so guilty. They sent weird chills through my body. I don't understand why, but
if Geoff would ever let me, I would rub  them just to make him feel good. It
would make me feel good, too.
 
Finally, I took off my pants and looked at his...cock. I'm fucking ashamed to
even be writing this, but it was probably the most gorgeous thing I've ever
seen - well, I've probably said that too much already, but it is only true. His
cock is perfectly thick and big and I was nearly drooling like a fan girl at
a boy band concert. I don't know if that's what all Alpha cocks look like, or
even remotely look like, but it's just beautiful. I was all hot when I saw it
and I couldn't help myself but to touch it. It felt...so amazing. I didn't want
to stop. I just wanted to keep going and imagine myself as the one to be able
to please Geoff like that. I would love to do that for him one day.
 
I'm a sick freak and I love it. I am not going to tell Ryan about this, either.
He's just giving me mixed, confused messages and I've had enough.
 
Maybe, though, when I change back into Ryan...I could take a look at his as
well. Maybe that's what they do look like...It would be interesting to find
out.
 
- Michael
 
***** Michael/Ryan I and Omega Lesson 101: Michael/Ray/Gavin I *****
Chapter Summary
     Ryan knows something is up with Michael. He knows what it is, and
     it's sort of a painful confession. Ryan has decided that perhaps he -
     or at least, his mates - will help Michael out to enter his heat.
      
      
     “Can’t you smell him, Michael? He’s already excited from just kissing
     you and touching you - can’t you smell the peppermint rolling off of
     him?”
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The air was thick and heavy to where Ryan could barely breathe. All in all, the
atmosphere was just utterly bleak and forlorn that the vampire even held his
ears down in a defense. All of it - every single last drop of the heavy,
saturated air in the wintry office was coated to the last drop with sugary
peaches.           
 
There is something wrong with Michael, Ryan finally determined, taking a
backwards look at the ginger. His color was off; it was more red and darker
than most times, which wasn’t healthy. It meant that the vampire was in
distress; Ryan began to focus his thoughts on Michael, returning his look to
the computer screen as he read Michael’s thoughts. Albeit hard to focus on
commentary and the game they were all playing at the moment, it was important
to him to hear his Omega’s thoughts.
 
They were jumbled and cloudy. It was a mixture of just blatant confusion about
his own anatomy accompanied by various thoughts of the demon that sat adjacent
to him. Geoff was a main outlier in Michael’s thoughts - his body being the
most recognized by Ryan. With a soft hum, Ryan could read Michael’s thoughts
specifically as the ginger aimlessly twiddled his thumbs against the game
controller.
 
If I really am an Omega, then why don’t I attract Alphas? Geoff obviously
doesn’t want me and neither of the other Alphas are showing any signs of
interest in me. Is it just me? What is so wrong with me?
 
Ryan actually exhaled a distraught sigh when he heard Michael’s thoughts. His
Omega’s Head voice was wobbly and unsure. Ryan cursed himself because Michael
thinking this way. Of course he was an Omega - a spunky, fiery one at that.
What Michael didn’t know is that he just hasn’t presented yet. There were no
absolute signs of Michael begin an Omega besides the fact that he had a Head
Alpha vampire always around. If it weren’t for Ryan, Michael and everyone else
would have just assumed that Michael was a Beta; even Ryan agrees it has
been far too long for Michael to present. He’s even started to worry himself,
always waiting for the phone to start ringing and expecting Michael to be
calling and screaming about his sheets being wet and his sudden urge for Ryan
to come over for relief -- something the Alpha always feared. Michael's first
instinct will want an Alpha and the fear of Michael actually wanting Ryan -- or
Hell, especially some other Alpha -- was almost too much for Ryan to take. He
doesn't think he's ready for his Omega to mature - such a fatherly, protective
vampirism of the Alpha.

Aside from the tingling sensation in Michael’s stomach and hands whenever he
was around a strong, suitable Alpha, and the fact that Michael’s cock was
positively smooth and glistening with no intentions of being a member to breed,
there were no other signs.
 
Michael also had no knowledge that Ryan could smell it coming. It was like a
wave of sugary coated peaches that began to radiate stronger and stronger with
each day that Michael’s heat would show and he would present. There was no
exact time or date that it would happen - Ryan’s expecting that it might even
take another few months or so before Michael finally presented. At least, that
is what he’s estimating from the scents.
 
There was nothing wrong with Michael - he was just a stereotypical late
bloomer. Ryan decided then that he would make sure Michael knew that. Lunch was
coming close; then, he would pull Michael over for a talk.

                                       ~

Ryan asked for Ray and Gavin to wait for him at the end of the stairs while he
talked to Michael. The two mated Omegas did not think much of it and obeyed
Ryan. They were also beginning to notice signs of distress from their Alpha
because he has been worried sick about his Omega vampire. It can be really
stressful and scary whenever one hasn’t presented yet. Ray and Gavin presented
long before they even joined Achievement Hunter; they were in their late teens
and they both described their events of their presenting as ones that
were awful.
 
Sitting in a classroom full of judgmental, hateful teenagers when suddenly
there was a gush of vanilla bean and quavering puppy whines made Ray rue the
day he ever became an Omega. It was the worst timing ever as he was excused to
the bathroom just for him to not leave for the remainder of the period, gasping
and whimpering as the combination of sheer want was now accompanied by the
panic that Ray was actually transforming into his wolf half - completely
involuntarily. His mother actually had to come pick him up, wolf state and all,
sending Ray to his room with no toys, warm towels, Aspirin, or neutralizer. The
poor, new Omega puppy wolf was yipping and sobbing for a proper knot to fill
him to where he would be able to sees stars and get that satisfaction he
craved. (Fingers are just not enough). Ray’s room reeked for weeks on end after
that along with a whiny boy who was thirsty, and hungry for days of vigorous
movements. Always getting jeers and taunts from his brothers - all of which
were boastful Alpha werewolves.
 
Gavin recalls his first heat as one that was just plain awkward and weird -
especially with the conflicting situation he was in. It happened during lunch
with Dan - a wild incubus who had not yet presented (A year later just 13
months before Gavin was about to leave to go to the United States, he was pure
Alpha). While having some soup at a local diner, Gavin began to release
peppermint pheromones along with little mewls - mostly talking of children and
breeding. His hands would rest awkwardly against his antlers, tugging at them
for tension relief. Dan was totally shocked, unsure of what to do because he
didn’t even realize what was happening except that Gavin was getting
particularly loud and talking nonsense about pregnancies and infants. They left
together, Gavin clinging and grinding into Dan's side, whining softly and
finally found some sort of grip of conscious reality as he stated simply “I
think I’ve gone into heat.” Dan knew absolutely nothing about heat cycles -
especially Omega ones. Dan couldn’t do anything to appease the Omega except for
licking at the wendigo's and fingering and even that was difficult. The only
way for an incubus to have sexual affairs with a physical being is if they were
dreaming and Dan was in his true, demonic form. Other than that, there was no
help. Dan was almost begging to get Gavin to  fall asleep so that the Omega
could try and and get proper relief from the soon to be Alpha, but Gavin
wouldn't stop his groaning, writhing self, mumbling constantly of infants, not
listening to Dan’s pleas or offers of relief in dreams.
 
That was a time when Dan and Gavin connected deeply as friends - nothing more
than good friends willing to do anything and everything for each other. Gavin
would describe their connection much like Ryan and Michael's. One that was
strong and loving and pure; even when Gavin fell into heat once again, Dan
refused to knot him no matter how much Gavin wanted it for the reassurance of
children.
 
So in a nutshell, the Omega mates were wholly understanding of Michael’s
situation. It would be awful if the Omega were to present and fall into heat
awkwardly during work. Luckily, they are all adults and all are understanding
and knowledgeable about heat cycles - especially Ryan with his Omega.
 
With little kisses, the three departed and Ryan turned back into the office,
seeing Michael sitting there, unmoving. His thoughts were just wave after wave
of self confusion with the little touch of hatred as he continued to repeat to
himself There is something wrong with you; you’re unnatural.
 
“Stop saying that,” Ryan finally said, causing Michael to jolt at the sudden,
deep voice of his Alpha. “You’re as unnatural as my ability to sense that there
is something wrong with my little Omega.”
 
“Then go to them, they need you,” Michael hatefully spat, crossing his arms. He
did not want to deal with Ryan at the moment - especially at a crucial time
like this; the constant feeling of neglect and loss was beginning to be
overwhelming.
 
"Stop it. I meant you, Michael. I know how...concerned you really are," Ryan
wrapped warm around Michael's neck, leaning his chin against the head of the
Omega. Ryan heard and nearly even felt the screeching that Michael screamed in
his head for Ryan to release him. The Head groaned, but refused to let go. "Aw,
Michael, don't you like your Alpha anymore?"
 
"I'd probably like you if you actually cared about me."
 
Ryan sighed. Moodiness. It was a major sign of Michael’s maturing body. The
Head vampire began to massage his fingers lightly into Michael’s skin, inhaling
the Lad’s fresh, smooth scent through his hair. “Why do you think that I don’t
care for you? That really hurts me, Michael; as your head and Alpha, it’s my
life to take care of you...”
 
“If you really did care about me - if that really was your life, you wouldn’t
have just up and left me. We aren’t as close as we used to be...Now that you
have mates, I’m just sitting here like fucking chopped liver.”
 
“Michael, that isn’t true,” Ryan huffed. “You know I love you...You know you’re
mine; you’ll always be mine…” Ryan dipped his face downward to kiss Michael's
scalp, making the Lad whine in spite. “We weren’t meant to be mates, though.
And trust me, I have a lot on my hands when it comes to the two lovers though.
They can be a handful.”
 
“So you’re just too busy for me,” Michael sighed, finally pulling away from
Ryan and turning his chair around to meet the Head vampire’s eyes. They were a
wicked blue that sparkled like a supernova. Totally and completely enticing - a
human wouldn’t stand a chance. Michael has seen Burnie always take double takes
whenever Ryan would pass him and Michael would always laugh at that. His Alpha
was indeed a charmer - one that he wished to be like everyday.
 
“I’m not going to say that...but I will say that you are maturing, Michael.
Things just seem out of whack because of your changing. Alphas will most
definitely be attracted to you - very soon, too.” Ryan will never admit how
terrified he was when that day will actually happen to to his Omega. It It was
proud, prideful issues. It isn’t far from now, but the day that he sees an
Alpha eyeing at his little vampire is the day that Ryan will lose all control
of his temper and jealousy, willing to bite anyone who has thick pride and want
for his Michael- he’s sure of it. “And I love you. I’ve never left, Michael.
I’m still around and always available when you need me.”
 
The ginger vampire sighed, crossing his arms. “I just want to be like what we
used to be like...I liked all the times we...scented...and kissed. It made me
feel...nice. I felt like you were always going to be there and protect me.”
 
Ryan wanted to disagree on the whole thing of “not always being there” but he
decided to pass. Instead, he began to curl his arms under Michael’s shoulders
and then prop him up into a standing position. Michael naturally leaned into
his Alpha’s touch, grabbing at his arms and resting his head on his chest. The
two stood there with their arms around each other as Michael began to dip his
head into the crook of Ryan’s neck. The Alpha couldn’t help but smile as the
loose, fair locks of Michael’s hair began to tickle at his skin. He felt
Michael’s tongue pressing against his skin, lapping gently and slowly at the
scent glands that were in Ryan’s neck. His fingers tightened around Michael’s
sides and back as a low rumble almost involuntarily escaped from his throat as
he could smell the sugary peaches of the ginger Lad.
 
It was a jealous rumble - almost even a growl. It was the softness of the
peaches that reminded Ryan how much he sincerely missed his Omega. He was
realizing his Michael was right - all the times they kissed and just held each
other like this; he could barely get enough of it now. It wasn’t due to that he
didn’t like his mates - no, he loved them more than anything. It was just this
connection of his Omega in their little duo of vampirism was something on
another level - a whole other level. Ryan laced his fingers into Michael’s
shirt, rubbing tenderly at the smooth, cool skin, tilting his head to kiss the
tops of Michael’s arched ears, hearing Michael’ purr softly.
 
“Let’s sit on the couch, my little vampire,” the Alpha whirred gently. He shot
his voice so low, it made Michael shudder. Usually Ryan doesn’t speak like this
to him unless he’s had a good meal. It was nice, warm and safe. Michael was
getting faint nostalgia as they both sat on the couch, Michael resting himself
on top of Ryan’s knee and hugging the Alpha tightly. It reminded all the times
when Michael and Ryan would cuddle like this and exchanged lazy, loving kisses.
It was when they were warm and full after an excellent feed together. Ryan
would tenderly rub Michael’s stomach and send the feelings of love and joy
through his touches. Michael would describe a feeling like this as almost a
high and he misses it sincerely. The thought of having a mate was aching to the
vampire, but in all honest opinion, nothing would take him away from the joys
of having his Alpha.
 
“I’m sorry I got upset…” Michael hummed apologetically, kissing Ryan's skin
soft and light. "I just don't understand what's happening to me."
 
"It's okay, Michael," the Alpha whispered. "Just don't ever think I don't care
for you or love you." There was a small, agreeing whine from the ginger before
Ryan felt Michael’s soft lips pucker against his neck once again. Ryan
purposefully sent the emotions of joy and love through his touches to affect
Michael. In no way was he hypnotizing his vampire, but it was just reassuring,
loving feelings to calm his Omega.
 
They sat like that for a minute more before Ryan finally tilted Michael's head
to where he could freely press his lips against Michael's, kissing him deeply.
The ginger excitedly grasped and clenched at Ryan's shirt, trying his very best
to deepen the kiss even more so until they parted, panting slightly.
 
"I love you...I miss you a lot...and I'm just lonely in in my apartment all by
myself...I can't can't stop dreaming about Geoff and I'm just so upset that he
did that to Gavin a-and not me...I was offended and heartbroken."
 
Okay, Ryan felt a little bad for making Michael confess like that through his
kiss, but it was such relief to finally hear Michael speak of what's really
bugging him. He gave a small smile before pecking at Michael's lips and
chuckling. "If I saw Geoff on you like that, I would have been just as angry.
Vampires are very jealous and territorial - not hateful of angry, but
territorial - especially Alphas; Omegas not so much." Before Michael could
disagree, he continued, "I have an idea...how would you like to spend the day
with Ray and Gavin? It's been so long since you three have had some quality
time together. You guys could spend some time bonding like a healthy Omega
should."
 
"Ryan? That sounds weird...I mean I feel awkward to spend time with
your...mates..."
 
"it isn't weird; not at all. You guys could have some nice time
together...maybe even experiment a bit..." Ryan voice almost seemed to become
muttered when he trailed off with that little fragment of his sentence.
Michael's ears perked up in surprise, his eyes wide and curious and even
questioning.
 
"E-experimenting? Why?..."
 
"Vampires need to be playful and social. As much as society thinks the
opposition, it's true. Especially bubbly, happy Omegas such as yourself," Ryan
kissed Michael's nose and caused the Omega to shudder and groan.
 
"I'm not a baby and I don't like it when you treat me like one..." Michael's
ears fell in embarrassment. Ryan chuckled, beginning to pick both him and
Michael up from the couch, setting Michael and propping him on his feet.
 
"I'm sure my mates will be excited. I have to stay late and work on some things
anyway," Ryan smiled, pressing a strong hand on Michael's back as they walked
out the door.

                                       ~

Gavin and Ray were quite excited to find out that Michael was going to come
over for the rest of the day; they have agreed with Ryan that Team Lad's has
undergone a deep hiatus. Ryan settled his fingers on each of their waists and
kissed them deeply goodbye, winking suggestively. Ray purred at the wink before
taking a look at Michael who began to try and open the door to the small house.
To his avail, it was locked.
 
Ray whispered the words that Ryan spoke to him into his mate's ear and Gavin
lit up with excitement. He quickly bounced towards Michael, unlocking the door
with a couple of easy, smooth turns from the key. Gavin and Ray both exchanged
little winks of what held place in their mind; Ryan’s little request.
 
"It's top you could come over, Micoo. Ryan and Geoff are working late together
on a Let's Build."
 
"Wait, they are? Why aren't you there?"
 
"It involves lots of red stone and just basic planning. They aren't actually
building yet," Gavin explained as he opened the door. Michael huffed slightly
as he stepped into the house. The living room reeked of peppermint, possibly
because of Gavin's heat.
 
"No offense, but," Michael waved his hand in the air to try and give some
relief from the strong scent, "don't you have scent neutralizers or something?"
 
"Ah, come on, it isn't that bad," Ray shrugged, immediately ridding himself of
his jeans. He tossed them aside, adjusting himself as he fixed his boxers
before Michael clicked his tongue in curiosity.
 
"Can I get comfortable too? Like...take off my pants and shit like that?
 
"Michael, it's us. Ray and Gavin, remember?" Ray chuckled, taking a running
jump to the couch, plopping on it with an unsettling creek. Gavin followed suit
after turning on the Xbox on t.v, muttering under his breath of how Ray never
does the honors. Michael stood awkwardly,  shifting his weight side to side,
working his pants off. It suddenly became uncomfortably hot as the vampire
struggled to try and get like the two mates, but it was very awkward. Michael
nearly tripped over his pants causing Gavin to giggle.
 
"Micoo, do you need some help?"
 
"Shut up, Gavin," Michael stated, finally strewing his pants aside. He sat on
the couch, grabbing the controller that that was passed to him from the
werewolf. "What are we playing?"
 
"Dead Space," Gavin answered
 
"Three," Ray playfully enunciated.
 
Michael settled himself into the couch, beginning to prepare himself for the
beginning of the game when he sighed. "Guys, can I just say...I feel...out of
place?" The two mates were quiet, but exchanged knowing looks to each other.
Michael could feel his heart pounding in his chest like a jackrabbit and he
gulped deeply. "I - I don't mean --"
 
"Michael, it's okay," Ray smiled, a comforting hand resting on Michael's knee.
"Just relax. I know we don't hang out much outside of work, but...there's
always a start, ya know?"
 
"It's nice," Gavin emphasized. "Give us a chance."
 
"Gavin, don't make me feel like shit...You know I like both of you...I - I
don't know...I fucking hate it when I get all touchy and mushy like this."
 
"It's normal," Ray grinned. "It's just your cycle."
 
"Cycle?" Michael ears perked up, looking at the werewolf. "It's -- I have a
cycle?"
 
"All creatures have cycles. Even humans, not just taking about girls either.
Even Burnie has a cycle," Gavin said, finally pausing the game before the
actual game play began. He chuckled lightly before saying, "he gets the hots
for the Alphas like nobody's business - only during the ending of the month
though, when the Ryan, Joel, and Geoff are looking their best."
 
"Gavin gets fucking pissy before and during his heat. It's like a British,
wendigo version of you, Michael. Fucking scary as shit. He bit the hell out of
me during -- " Ray barked out a laugh when Gavin smacked him with his
controller, cutting him off.
 
"I least I don't fall into heat whenever an Omega just takes control of you."
 
Michael groaned, shifting in his seat. It was obvious this wasn't his kind of
conversation, but he tried his best to not be rude and listen to the two mates
practically gossip over each other. They continued,  completely unphased of
Michael's discomfort and the vampire regretted ever saying anything. Ray and
Gavin continued on talking about various dynamic things such as hormones and
moodiness from cycles for approximately another minute; just another minute of
feeling ultimately left out and incapable of understanding what cycles are like
for Michael. It was annoying, really, as they continued; it wasn't until Gavin
finally asked Michael a question.
 
"Michael, have you ever...you know wanked off?"
 
"Fucking what?" Michael lost grip of his controller and it fell on the floor
causing both of the mates laughed before Ray intervened.
 
"Have you ever touched your dick, Michael?"
 
"Why the fuck do you wanna know?" Michael barred his teeth in defense, albeit
pathetically. It was something Ryan taught him to do - a defense to warn other
creatures that a vampire was getting upset and ready to attack. Michael’s fangs
were nothing compared to the Alpha, however, and an Alpha would take the
"warning" of the Omega's barred teeth and turn it into something cute, possibly
mocking the Omega's attempts to to even think about trying to look threatening.
Michael wasn’t threatening, no matter how much Ryan tried to falsely assure
him.
 
"Chill, Micoo," Gavin laughed. "It's normal. You haven't presented yet, so
touching yourself is healthy. You need to do it in order to know what actually
happens when we get turned on...or go into heat."
 
"God Dammit, I'm not a child. I fucking know what cycles are and I fucking know
-- I know what a dick looks like, both Alpha and Omega," Michael defended
angrily. Gavin smiled, lifting his hands up in the air, almost as if to
sarcastically say “I surrender”.
 
"Really, now?" Ray laughed almost mockingly. "You have never seen an Alpha cock
with a nice, fat knot, huh?" Gavin smack Ray lightly because honestly, he felt
offended whenever he talked about knots and knowing their Alpha doesn't have
one. It was nothing offensive, to Ray, however. Werewolves like the subject and
Ray would be damned if he ever chose an Alpha werewolf over Ryan. It was
unthinkable to treat his mate in such a way.
 
Michael was blushing, the subject always making his blood hot in his veins. He
tried to imagine Geoff's cock again whenever he changed into the demon that
day. He then tried to imagine what such an image would look like: an Alpha
knot.
 
"Have too," the vampire lied.
 
"I doubt it. I don't think you've even seen Ryan's have you, or Geoff’s?" Gavin
smiled, relishing the moment when Ray yipped in pain from the pop Gavin gave
him. Michael felt ice shoot through his veins and he bit his lip. The ice hurt
 and he felt embarrassment beginning to overcome him. It hurt to have never
seen what his Alpha looked like, or even any legitimate Alpha for that matter.
Shape shifting didn't count, in his eyes, and if Ray or Gavin ever found out
that, they would eat it up and Michael would never be able live it down.
 
There was a few moments of painful, cold silence until Ray cleared his throat.
 
"Michael, you don't have to feel bad...S-so you've never seen your Alpha's
dick," Ray began, seeing the hurt in Michael's eyes and immediately knowing
that Michael's answer would have been a remorseful "no". Ray once again rested
a comforting hand on Michael's leg. "Ryan is just a respectful Alpha...that's
rare today. He probably didn't want to hurt you...in more ways than one."
 
Michael had to smirk at at the sexual joke and he released an exhale. The
pressure seemed to go away with that sigh.
 
"You never know, Micoo; he probably didn't want to take you so that you may
have a mate - one that isn't him," Gavin agreed.
 
"Yeah...it's obvious we weren't meant to be mates, but - " Michael clicked his
tongue and sighed almost disappointed-like before continuing, "I just hate that
I'm so late. Fucking 27 and still haven't presented."
 
"It'll come, Micoo..." Gavin reassured. "Ryan is sure. He is determined to be
there whenever it happens; trust us, we know. He worries about you.”
 
“Really?” the vampire’s ears perked up and he smiled. The sudden icy fire that
clung to his veins now ran smooth and clear.
 
“Duh, moron,” Ray answered, raising an eyebrow at Gavin. Gavin smirked,
preparing to get up from the couch. He playfully nuzzled Michael’s hair when he
passed the ginger Omega and the vampire huffed. Gavin purposefully swayed his
hips before turning the corner and winking at Michael causing the vampire to
furrow his eyebrows in severe questioning and curiosity.
 
“What the fuck’s your problem, Gavin?”
 
“He’s just going to get some...stuff,” the werewolf purred. There was a light,
promising, light yip that coupled his tone of voice when he ended his sentence.
Michael pursed his lips, raising his eyes in curiosity. Ray suddenly sounded
very...off.
 
“What? What kind of stuff are you talking about? You’re acting weird, Ray.”
 
“Nah, it’s all good. I do need to tell you, though…” the werewolf trailed his
index finger along Michael’s leg, causing the ginger to shiver with such
shocking warmth. Blood trickled up to his cheeks and he gritted his teeth,
slightly pressing his fangs against his lips. “Don’t worry...it’s just Ryan
wanted us to...help you out a bit…”
 
Ray’s voice trailed like a ghost, barely giving any breath in between phrases
and words. It made the vampire tremble with such curiosity - wondering what
else Ray would say in that tone.  
 
“What kind of...’help’?” Michael asked. He felt Ray’s blunt, stagnate nails
scratch carelessly against his skin - playful. Michael actually flinched his
leg away before the werewolf finally answered him.
 
“Ryan’s worried about your cycle...He wanted us to see if we could make you…”
 
“Holy shit,” Michael gasped, trying to move as far away from Ray as possible,
bending his back against the arm of the couch. The werewolf and smiling almost
empathetically and humorously as he released a couple of chuckles.
 
“Michael, come on. Ryan knows what’s best for his Omega. He knows what’s best
for all of us, actually. It’s nice to just...play around and get all excited.
Gavin and I do it all the time.” Ray relaxed his arm, respectfully keeping it
away from the startled vampire.
 
“But you guys are mated. I don’t have anybody,” Michael groaned. “It’s weird -
- it isn’t right.”
 
“Micoo, please,” he heard Gavin’s voice peering from behind. Michael took a
look to see Gavin smiling, holding up a little box in his hands. His smile was
warm and reassuring and honestly made Michael ease up slightly. He looked
curiously at Gavin and the box of which he held, his ears folding in defense
and - honestly - fear of what was inside. “It isn’t weird...we do it all the
time: Omegas, I mean. It’s healthy and helps with cycles and recognizing
scents.”
 
“I - I don’t know,” Michael blushed as Gavin drew closer. He felt Ray’s arms
now linking around his waist and Michael had to fold his legs inward. He wasn’t
uncomfortable (okay, maybe just a little), but mostly he was just so excited
and curious, he didn’t know if he wanted to follow through with this. “W-what
were your and Ryan’s ideas of…’helping me’?”
 
Gavin chuckled ever so breezily before opening the box without answering a
single word to the vampire. In front of Michael’s eyes were like a huge
assortment of sexual accessories ranging from useful, to convenient, to just
plain kinky. There was a toy that especially caught his eye. It was very pink
and thick with a base so thick that it looks like on the verge of fitting
Michael’s closed fist. The vampire released a tiny whimper before finally
saying, “you’re going to use this stuff on me?”
 
Ray hummed before getting out a bottle full of slick lubrication. “No. I don’t
think we will do a lot of touching today...just...practicing and showing you
some things…”
 
“S-so why do you need the lubrication?”
 
Ray smirked almost deviously before giving a small laugh. “Ah, it’s for
Gavin…We’re gonna show you some stuff today. Lesson 101 in Omega Masturbation:
Fingers are a must. ”
 
Michael was beyond confused but he felt Gavin beginning to settle back on the
couch right in between him and the werewolf. Michael actually had to duck to
try and avoid Gavin hitting his head with his antlers once again. Once settled
in, Gavin smile, slapping his thighs lightly.
 
“Come on, Micoo,” he said, slapping his thighs playfully once again. It
occurred to Michael that Gavin was wanting the vampire to get on his lap and
Michael actually groaned.
 
“Not a fucking dog, bitch,” his spat but obeying the wendigo by crawling on his
lap. The stress and fear of before had dropped significantly with the
reassurance that there was going to be any experimenting that he wasn’t ready
for. Honestly, he still doesn’t know if he’s ready - but as long as it doesn’t
anger Ryan. It was actually surprising to the vampire that Ryan was allowing
Michael to be with Gavin and Ray and actually beginning it. It didn’t sound
like the Ryan Michael knew: the charming, jealous Alpha. “Don’t treat me like
one.”
 
He heard a small rumbling that the Brit was making. Gavin’s slender fingers
tangled against Michael’s waist and the wendigo placed his head against
Michael’s. The vampire blushed, gritting his teeth as Gavin did this. It felt
all fuzzy and warm and Michael was unsure if he should be enjoying it or not
because he was. “You’re so warm, Micoo…” Gavin purred, closing his eyes.
Michael was trembling in Gavin’s lap against the wendigo’s touch and it made
Gavin release little shushes to calm.
 
“It’s okay, Michael, just chill,” Ray whispered, nuzzling his face against
Michael’s hair. He heard the werewolf inhale deeply and Michael shivered at the
tingling tickling that the werewolf’s breath was causing him.
 
Michael tried his best to relax as Gavin’s hands found a suitable place to rest
on his lower back. It caused Michael to lean in deeper against the wendigo and
rest his head into the crook of the Brit. It was at an awkward angle, to
Michael at least, but slowly he became settled as Gavin began to massage
Michael’s sides lovingly. He picked up Michael’s head with an index finger on
the vampire’s chin before giving the ginger Omega a small lick up his lips.
 
Michael flailed in Gavin’s lap in sheer surprise, sputtering in light shock.
 
“What’s the matter, Micoo?” Gavin asked softly, his eyes fixated on the
vampire’s. Michael felt blunt nails beginning to dig into his sides in concern
and Michael sighed.
 
“S-sorry, I just didn’t expect you to fucking actually lick me…”
 
“I’m just trying to see what you taste like…” Gavin said, nuzzling his forehead
against Michael’s once again. “Just chill.”
 
Michael felt the blunt nails of Ray beginning to massage at his sides again and
Michael did his best to relax. He leaned in against Gavin once again and
allowed the Brit to lick his lips once again. It was warm and wet and
positively new. Michael’s resistance and uncertainty drifted away almost
instantly as he closed his eyes, lightly beginning to lap his tongue against
Gavin’s lips as well. They were lush and warm. The wetness just added to the
excitement in the immature Omega that Michael felt exciting sparks shooting
down his spine justlike what happened when he turned into Geoff. The sparks
were familiar and brought a smile to Michael’s wet lips as he licked slow and
deeper, kissing Gavin just like he would kiss his Alpha.
 
The wendigo tasted like expensive ale mixed with a peppermint that could only
remind Michael of the Christmas holidays that he would spend with Ryan. It
brought a healthy bit of nostalgia to the vampire that he just continued to
lick happily at the Omega so much so until he felt Ray’s hands tugging at his
sides.
 
“It’s my turn, douche,” Ray grumbled, pulling Michael off of Gavin’s lap. The
vampire whimpered as he suddenly found himself on Ray’s lap, warm lips
immediately meeting his. Michael nearly melted, closing his eyes as he tasted
the vanilla bean that were now against his tongue. He licked deep and wet,
moaning lightly as he felt Ray’s tongue pressing harshly against his in
a small battle as they licked for each other. Michael’s heart was quivering and
he was shaking at such a notion, he actually pulled away.
 
“R - Ray...I - I --”
 
“Sorry, I get a little excited,” Ray apologized, dipping his head against
Michael’s neck. He lapped at the skin and it caused the vampire to groan and
gasp softly, clinging his arms against the werewolf and wrapping him tight into
his embrace. Gavin gave Michael’s ear a little kiss before beginning to get the
lube and shuffle his hands against the hem of his boxers.
 
“Ready for the show, huh, Micoo?”
 
“What ‘show’?” Michael practically  moaned, closing his eyes when Ray began to
suck at his skin gently. Never rough enough to make marks - Ryan would probably
tear Ray a new one if he did that.
 
Gavin never answered except with a wink and he immediately pulled his underwear
down in one smooth swoop, tossing them aside when he got them from around his
feet. The Omega vampire looked in complete awe and interest as he saw Gavin’s
member glisten slickly in the light. The wendigo sat back, propping his feet up
on the couch and spreading out his legs just for Michael to pull away from Ray
and look in the opposite direction. He was blushing madly, his lips pursed
harsh and uncertain. Ray rubbed at the vampire’s back to comfort him, placing
tiny kisses on the Omega’s ears.
 
“Michael, are you okay?”
 
“I’m just...not used to this…” Michael embarrassingly answered, clinging to Ray
tightly. The werewolf hummed massaging the middle of the vampire’s back and
leaving comforting rubs of his nails against hot skin.
 
“We can stop, Micoo,” Gavin said. “I didn’t mean to make you uneasy.”
 
The vampire continued to cling onto the werewolf, but he turned his head to
face Gavin. The wendigo was smiling warmly and happily. He was still naked from
the waist down and Michael took this opportunity to look over how the wendigo
looked.
 
His member looked much like that of Michael’s. It was smooth and had a light
glaze of slick. His legs were thin and tan while his thighs and waist were a
little bit more color washed and lighter. Michael couldn’t help but stare at
the wet slick that coated the insides of Gavin’s thighs and around his cheeks.
 
“Mmm, look at that, Michael,” Ray purred. His voice shot low and rough; it was
like nothing Michael has ever heard before from the werewolf. “He’s all wet
already - just from you kissing him...He doesn’t even need lube like I thought
he would.”
 
Michael groaned, and he swore he felt his eyes roll back in utter woo. The
words alone sent Michael almost into a frantic, blushing mess as he continued
to look at Gavin. Ray pressed his hands hard against the waist of Michael as
the both of them had their eyes fixated on the wendigo who was all spread out
and opened for them to see.The slicking wetness is possibly was intrigued
Michael the most as the Omega saw Gavin run a finger against his rim, moaning
softly. Michael closed his eyes, shaking head.
 
“I don’t think I should be looking…” Michael said before Ray hummed happily.
 
“Can’t you smell him, Michael? He’s already excited from just kissing you and
touching you - can’t you smell the peppermint rolling off of him?” Ray asked, a
sharp smile running through his lips.
 
Michael did smell it. It was the familiar smell from before - the smell that
entered his nose when he walked into the house except this time it was much
more stronger Michael closed his eyes and found himself almost drooling from
the fresh, wonderful smell. The vampire only nodded, leaning in close to Ray
and inhaled again. He smiled.
 
Vanilla. He felt the warmth that began to radiate from in between Ray's legs.
They seeped through to Michael's groin and the vampire shuddered, melting even
more into Ray's touch as the Vanilla-Peppermint bean was invading Michael's
nostrils and senses to where he was in heaven. The tiny kisses and licks along
with the massages and even fucking Gavin -- all of it.
 
They were comforting; although this experience is quite exciting. Michael
relaxed against Ray, sighing as the werewolf continued to inhale and cuddle
against his hair. Michael   continued to look at Gavin touching and playing
with himself in order to release more pheromones. It was something that the
vampire has never experienced before; the slick was now coating Gavin’s fingers
and he entered his two fingers into his entrance so easily from the warm
wetness. Gavin softly moaned, his toes curling ever so suddenly and sharply
that Michael shuddered, excitement still pouring down his spine and sparks
continuing to flare up in his limbs.
 
His fucking moans were like tiny little songs that would have lulled a vampire
to sleep.
 
“What do you feel?” Ray asked, nuzzling his face into Michael’s hair, inhaling
deeply. To him, Michael only smelled clean and fresh like Ryan’s laundry
detergent that he used. There were no sugary peaches like Michael normally gave
off - something only Alphas could smell. Ray and Michael were not mates nor was
Gavin and Michael. The two Omega mates could not scent the little vampire,
unknowingly, however, Ray still smiled and rubbed his nose into the fair locks
of the ginger.
 
Michael bit his lip, tiny fangs poking at his skin - oh, so familiar. “I just
feel...like a rush…”
 
“Nothing else?” Gavin sighed, continuing to toy with his rim with a drunken
smile. The room was coated with the swirling scents so much so that Gavin was
practically intoxicated with it.
 
Michael only shook his head ‘no’ and frowned. “S-should I be able to?...”
 
Ray shrugged, licking at Michael’s lips once again. His face was hot and
flustered from seeing his mate all spread out like that. “If that’s all you
feel, then maybe you’re not close enough yet.”
 
Michael whimpered, ducking his head into the crook of Ray’s neck. The
excitement was not replaced with sadness and disappointment; it seemed like
Michael would never get close enough.
 
***** Heat Scene 1: Ryan/Gavin/Ray II *****
Chapter Summary
     Continuation of the heat scene in chapter 1~
      
      
     "...I enjoy watching my brides shake under me…”
Chapter Notes
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Ray could barely even think with Gavin's constant whining. The little puppy
felt dizzy and loopy from all of the scents that surrounded him - most of the
air consisted of peppermint; damn Gavin's intoxicating smells whenever he's
like this. There were incoherent mumbles and moans spilling out of the wendigos
lips along with little mewls as the Alpha continued to lick all around Gavin's
body. Ryan made sure to lick mostly at Gavin's neck, lapping up the salt and
sweat that layered the heated Omega's skin. The scent glands in Gavin's neck
were basically running on overdrive, producing over working smells that made
the wendigo writhe, gasp, and sweat - absolutely aching for the satisfaction of
being filled with little fawn hybrids. Aching.
 
Ray was holding Gavin still by his wrists, pinning them down until Gavin could
only thrash his torso about in defiance of being licked all over. As much as it
felt nice for the warm, wet muscle to drag along his skin coupled by the sharp
tips of the Alpha vampire's fangs nearly giving teasing pokes and jabs against
his neck, Gavin couldn't stand it. He needed Ryan now; his cock was the only
thing that Gavin had on his mind right now other than the absolute crave for
Ryan to fill him to the brim with warm, sticky fluids made for breeding. So
badly did the wendigo want to be bred by his Alpha. Ray, too.
 
Although Ray's seed was in no way capable of breeding, the thought alone drove
Gavin into a drunken state of joy; to be filled with puppies and fawns to give
birth to and care for along with his two other mates was probably the best
desire he's ever had. So badly did that desire want to be filled - Gavin could
almost taste the heavy, deep feel on his lips as Ryan continued to lick all
around his neck. The Alpha's hand was rubbing vigorously at Gavin's smooth,
shiny knob that was leaking heavily. Natural, leaky wetness seeped from in
between the cheeks of the wendigo and Gavin continued to moan desperately.
 
"Oh, Gavin, you're a mess," Ryan chuckled, taking two fingers and rubbing the
pads of each finger against the wet, slick rim of Gavin's entrance. He minded
his claws, of course; the last thing he wanted to do to his wendigo mate was to
actually hurt him. Right now was a crucial time for Gavin - so emotionally
pulled and stretched; the thought of conceiving was great in the heated Omega's
mind to where he was actually convinced that he would be bred. It was quite
heartbreaking, actually; especially when the sad reality began to seep back in
of how Gavin cannot actually give birth to little fawns like he so desperately
wants to.
 
Gavin whined at the feel, preparing to sink the fingers into himself as he
pushed down, but Ryan forbade the notion. With a little, disagreeing hum along
with a hintful look that he gave towards Ray, the Alpha just continued to lick
at the Omega's neck, closing his eyes and relishing the minty taste that his
wendigo gave off. The rising heat of blood pounding viciously through the
carotid artery of Gavin's neck was driving the vampire insane. Ryan could just
barely taste the rich, red copper against his fangs; an involuntary growl left
his throat - a jealous, territorial growl it was.
 
Ray let go of Gavin's wrists, allowing Ryan's hands to replace his around the
wendigo's tiny arms and hands. The naked Omega werewolf frantically reached for
the toys that Ryan held handy nearby. There was an assortment of lube and
various toys such as buttplugs, vibrators, and even oh yes, a knotting dildo
especially just for Ray. As tempted as he was to so desperately grab the toy
made for him and begin to go excitedly to town, he grabbed the butt plug.
 
Although it was impossible for Gavin to conceive, as said many times, the idea
was always there. Gavin would whine and complain and sob if there was no "back
up" to help the idea of breeding. A butt plug to hold all of the Alpha's seed
in would make Gavin purr the most soothing, wonderful sounding hum and moans as
he would lay flat on his belly with closed eyes - obviously dreaming about the
fantasy of actually having children and raising them with his mates like he so
desperately wanted to.
 
Although rather sad, it was possibly one of the most adorable things Ray's ever
witnessed.
 
"Here, Rye," Ray offered as he handed the plug to the Alpha. Ryan took it,
finally lifting his head up from the crook of Gavin's neck, making the Omega
sigh in what sounded like relief. The pads of Ryan's fingers continued to
massage the rim of the wendigo, coaxing the muscle to open up and relax to
allow for mating. Anatomy was just strange like that, however, Ryan thought it
was beautiful of how his mates could be opened so easily with just a few
fluffy, loving, to dirty words along with kisses and massaging.
 
Ryan planted deep kisses on Gavin's lips, beginning to press his groin into the
cleft of Gavin's ass. A thick, impressive bulge strained through the thin
fabric of Ryan's underwear as if eager to enter the heated wendigo. All of the
nerves in Ryan's body seemed to be on fire for his mate, especially withhow
close he was to drawing blood. He could taste it now ever so faintly against
the tip of his tongue. His fangs tingled and itched at the tempting promise,
but Ryan held firm with a sigh, focusing on what needs to be done.
 
"Ray," Ryan stated, laying Gavin down before beginning to pull of his
underwear. "I need you."
 
"Yes, Rye? I know I wasn't much help before with Gavin," Ray admitted
bashfully. Once Ryan came into the room after getting the necessary
preparations for the taste ahead, Ray was resembling a heated puppy - so
desperate for something to fill him as his Omega mate rode his slick, dripping
cock. It took hormonal suppressants and rubbing, soothing massages to calm Ray
down. Gavin continued to be a squirming, writhing, heated mess, whining
desperately for his Alpha's cock and seed. The words that would leave Gavin's
lips were utterly filthy, making the Alpha blush and proud for his mate to beg
like that.
 
"Don't think about it too much, my dear," Ryan smiled. "I would like for you to
just get ready with that plug. Gavin is so open and slick right now, there
won't be any time to waste."
 
"Yes, sir," Ray nodded. "A-am I able to...play with myself as I watch?"
 
Ryan hummed almost apologetically before nodding. "Of course. My mate, I hate
to see you go untouched...it isn't right...I'll try my best to treat you after
our little wendigo, here."
 
"I don't mind, Ryan," Ray purred at the hopeful proposition. Ray grabbed a hold
of the knotting dildo; it was thick and the color of fuchsia. Ryan specifically
bought it just for Ray, knowing exactly what the puppy needed in order to feel
satisfied during heats. It was a shame that vampire do not have knots able to
satisfy a little werewolf pup such as Ray, but the Hispanic Lad didn't mind. He
enjoyed being able to drive Ryan absolutely crazy with the impressive ability
to take such a stretching size of a big, outstanding Alpha Werewolf knot that
the dildo gave.
 
Watching Ray in such a position made Ryan almost bite his lips hard enough to
chomp them off. God, his Omegas made him such a proud, cocky Alpha. So lucky,
he felt, for the divine being to allow such connections between his mates.
 
Ryan felt the squeezing pressure and tightness beginning to clamp around his
fingers as his whining wendigo began to try and sink down on them. Ryan clicked
his tongue beginning to spread his Omega out as wide as possible. The scents of
his mates were so strong, Ryan could actually taste the thick aroma on the tip
of his tongue. His mouth watered with thirst at the hintful smell of pounding,
excited blood as his hands wrapped around Gavin's bobbing, glistening cock. It
leaked for attention, practically soaking Ryan's hands with sticky fluids and
wet juices. His fingers that pressed against the tight rim of the wendigo began
to spread out, careful of the sharp claws of which he possessed.
 
The Alpha kissed Gavin's whining, wet lips before beginning to sink down, fangs
grazing against Gavin's skin. The wendigo mewled excitedly, curling his toes
and beginning to dig his fingers into Ryan's hair.
 
"Tug at me, my little quarry; I want to feel your desire for my seed," the
Alpha growled, grinning as he began to palm Gavin's smooth, slick hardness.
 
Gavin writhed moaned, closing his eyes tight at the words. The wendigo curled
his toes once again as he felt a waving gush beginning to seep out of his hole,
coating Ryan's fingers in the warm lubrication. The Brit nodded frantically,
whining for Ryan's cock - for his seed to fill him. Praises and curses both
fell from Gavin's lips, accented fully to his natural speech as Ryan began to
curl his tongue around the Omega's cock. He sucked and licked gratefully at the
leaking, smooth member. Such sweetness that seeped out of the member, it was
intoxicating. "Oh, God, yes; I want you, Rye...I want you..."
 
Ryan could hear the little whimpers of his werewolf Omega mate. They were soft
and begging and Ryan nearly moaned as he could hear and feel Ray's want for
him. Ryan could tell that Ray was intensely eating the scene up, working
himself on that dildo that he loved so much. Ryan was elated that Ray loved it
- a gift for satisfaction.
 
"You'll have me soon, my eager prey..." Ryan continued to lick at Gavin's
member, tracing his tongue down to where he could taste the slicking wetness
that coated around Gavin's cheek. It was salty - a salty peppermint that made
the Alpha completely melt as he felt just a small bead of precum seep out of
the head of his cock and trailing against the fabrics of his underwear.
"Patience and I can assure you that your tummy will be satisfied and full to
the very brim with my children."
 
"Yes," Gavin gasped out, arching his back as twisted his face into an
expression of pure pleasure as Ryan sank back down on his cock. His whimpers
and moans grew more loud and desperate and damn it all if the human neighbors
next door will call the cops of them for making such a ruckus. "P-please,
Ryan," the wendigo was now sinking on Ryan's fingers, whimpering as he felt the
pinning pain of the needle claws beginning to itch at his skin. He wanted -
no, needed to be filled now. His muscle was open and inviting as the rim
continued to seep out tempting, lustful fluids that nearly drove the
vampire insane. Ryan heard this amazing little roaring moan from the soft Omega
as he felt the warm fluids jetting out in thick, wanting spews. The Omega
whined and even the werewolf mate released whimpering cries of his own as the
scent of the room was completely covered in Gavin's euphoria. Ryan gulped deep
and long, humming in satisfaction of his mate's taste.
 
Ryan with lips tight around Gavin's cock, continued to bob his head and help
the wendigo ride out his orgasm until Gavin was begging for Ryan to stop.
 
"Ryan!" he yelled out. It was almost angry - desperate as Gavin clinged his
fists against Ryan's shirt and began to pull him up. "Ryan, if you don't shag
me, now, I'm going to bite you like I did Ray."
 
"My quarry now threatening the predator? Do you know how easily I could take
you Gavin?" Ryan hummed teasingly as he spread out the cheeks of his Omega. His
fingers playfully dipped into the cleft and entrance of the wendigo, enjoying
the warm slick that coated his fingers. The Alpha's cock strained hard and
tight against the fabric of his underwear, pressing deep Into the cleft of the
Omega.
 
“P-please, Ryan,” Gavin’s voice began to quiver. He continued to try and claw
at Ryan’s shirt, using all of his energy that he possessed to try to pull the
Alpha close.
 
Ryan merely chuckled, grabbing at Gavin’s waist; the wendigo was already
hungrily slipping down Ryan’s underwear and whimpered excitedly when the
Alpha’s member sprang out thick and tall. Gavin began to drive his fingers
along Ryan’s sides to pull the Alpha close.
 
“Ryan, please--” Gavin was silenced with a deep, heavy kissed. The Alpha
immediately began to nip on Gavin’s lips, making the wendigo moan. The heated
Omega responded with his own tries at bites and nips. It was always teasing fun
whenever Ryan would bite down on him; he would want Gavin to respond and do the
same: biting him and trying his very best to mark his Alpha - rile Ryan up nice
hot. Ryan absolutely loved it when Gavin would dig his nails into him and have
the courage to actually sink his teeth down and bite. It was exciting but most
of all, reassuring. When Ryan finally released Gavin’s lips, the frantic,
wanting noises of the wendigo continued.
 
“Shush, my dear fawn,” purred the Alpha, finally beginning to turn Gavin over.
The Omega vigorously responded, propping himself up on his knees and sinking
his face down low into the mattress. Gavin whirred happily, spreading his knees
and legs apart wide. It was such a filthy invitation, but it was just oh, so
tasty for the Alphas to see such eagerness.
 
The excess of slick glistened and Ryan sighed happily as he aligned himself
against his Omega, and began rutting himself in the wendigo.
 
“Ryan,” Gavin gasped. “Oh, you feel so thick and massive…”
 
“Gavin, it’s just your hormones talking," Ryan secretly purred and praised
Gavin's words, blushing lightly and proud.
 
“No, no, no,” Gavin purred excitedly, pushing back against the Alpha. He
shuddered when he felt the length pressing up against his entrance. "I mean
it...gonna fill me up, yeah? Fill me up with with little children and -- God,
Rye, please," Gavin felt Ryan pop his thick head In and he mewled like a little
kit, spreading his legs and wrapping a wanting hand around his cock.
 
"My precious fawn..." Ryan whispered, dipping down to kiss the wendigo harsh
and deep. Fangs and teeth drove excitedly down on Ryan's lips as Gavin sucked
gratefully and eagerly as the Alpha began to move. His cock drove deep into the
slick, open muscle, shuddering at the wet, clamping down tightly. "Oh,
Gavin..." Ryan muffled against the picking fangs on his lips.
 
He settled his hands so perfectly on the smooth, warm waist of the Omega as he
drove himself deep and slow, making sure each movement was purposefully slow
and steady. Gavin finally released Ryan's lips from his bite as he threw his
head completely back, exposing his neck as he released a deep, satisfied moan.
 
"Fuck..." Ray whispered, releasing little puppy whines. "God Dammit, you
two..."
 
Ryan chuckled, wrapping strong hands around Gavin's exposed throat and growling
as he sped up his pace. There was was a sadistic smile that warped on Ryan's
face as he felt the blood pumping thick in Gavin's arteries just under the
muscle. It was so warm, and Gavin released even more heated slick that made the
Alpha groan happily and contently.
 
There was a steady, slicking whine that the werewolf was purring as he watched
the two. His smooth cock was straining hard against against the base of his
stomach, ebbing out drops and thick beads of slick and precum. The Alpha could
hear his desperate thoughts of wanting to be filled and taken, so much so that
Ryan gritted back the moan that held Ray's name. He was eager to treat his
other mate, but for the moment, Gavin was a flailing, hot mess as he panted out
curses from the result of the sudden speed of Ryan's thrusts.
 
"Oh, yes -- please...I need that --” Gavin gasped sharply when Ryan gripped his
hands tighter around his mate’s throat, squeezing hard. He could feelthe warm,
gushing blood pulsating throughout the arteries of the wendigo and it brought a
content whirr to the Alpha as he gritted his teeth, continuing to treat his
wendigo with harsh thrusts and tugs. Gavin writhed gasping excitedly before his
teeth bared down on his lips and Ryan began to trace a finger over those red,
warm lips.
 
“Bite me, dear raven - my kill. Bite your Alpha…”
 
Gavin did so with wide eyes and an thirsty tongue. He traced the wet muscle
around Ryan’s finger and poked it lightly against the sharp claws of the
vampire before finally letting his teeth down. The razor ivories plunged into
Ryan’s skin and he hissed happily with a smile. He loved it whenever his mates
bit him when he was like this - all riled up and ready to please his heated
Gavin. The free hand of Ryan trickled down behind the wendigo until he was
pressing up against Gavin’s back, beckoning the wendigo to sit up in his lap.
Gavin shakily did so, moaning deeply around Ryan’s bit finger. He shuddered at
the faintest gush of coppery blood hit his tongue and he blushed.
 
“You’ve sliced the skin, my bride,” Ryan purred, settling Gavin perfect in his
lap. His cock never left the wendigo, causing Gavin to almost double over
with bliss from just how full he was from the hefty Alpha’s cock. The wendigo
let loose the finger and tilted his head back, especially at the words that
Ryan spilled out. They coated Gavin’s ears and rang his heart with vigor of
thrill and pleasure. Bride. He loved it so.
 
“Yes,” Gavin squealed out. “I-I’m your bride, Rye...An-and I’m going to have
your children…”
 
The vampire purred, placing his hands on the lower waist of the Omega before
pulling Gavin up and down. He sighed contently at the tightness that squeezed
his cock perfectly - the wetness and slick just made everything so hot and
warm, the Alpha could barely stand it. “Oh, yes, my raven. I’ll feel you up to
where you’re just overflowing with my seed. Just me finishing inside you would
be enough to make you reek of me for days to come. Oh, God, just imagine the
look on everyone’s face when you come in no longer with that peppermint, tasty
smell of yours; you’ve come back with the jealousscent of Alpha ringing all
over you. You’re mine Gavin,” Ryan emphasized, moaning whenever he felt his
mate squirm over him.
 
Gavin gasped, desperately clinging his arms around Ryan and holding the vampire
close while he whimpered. “Do it...ple-please, do it...I - I -, oh, God, I
think I’m gonna…”
 
Ryan whirred proudly as he sped up his thrust, angling purposefully inward
and knowing that would make Gavin shake with orgasmic pleasure. The Omega was
gasping, legs quivering, and nails gripping as Ryan’s control just took over.
The angry, wanting Omega was now turned into a begging, pleading mess for the
want and crave of children.
 
The base of Ryan’s cock wasn’t as thick as one that possessed a knot, but it
was just as good - full of fire and lust. Each time, Ryan made sure he and
Gavin connected so that his Omega would feel the burning stretch that opened
his Omega so wide. Ray casually licked at Gavin’s ears, his hands tenderly
wrapped around Gavin’s chest. His fingers began to tease and play at the nips
of the wendigo as he continued to lick - purposefully purring soft and warm in
Gavin’s ear. It made the heated Omega also purr - a notion of having the
feeling of being loved and safe.
 
Gavin’s smooth cock strained and soaked the bottom of his stomach. He played
with it and rubbed at it immaturely - losing all grip as just focused on the
Alpha under him, knocking himself into a state of blatant gratification.
 
“My raven...my two brides, I love you so,” Ryan growled as he felt Gavin’s
muscles tightening up. The Omega whined, his hand finally rubbing so right to
where he came, shooting warm, tacky spritz. His whining moan almost turned into
a growl as he pulled away from Ray’s touches and licks and just rested his head
against his Alpha.
 
“I’m spent, Alpha…” he lazily gasped. Ryan had to chuckle at that, his thrusts
now slowing to a much harsher, focused speed. Gavin’s rim tightly squeezed
Ryan’s cock and the Alpha grunted with each thrust and each time, he felt heat
coating every last molecule of his body. The coiling in his stomach grew like a
spreading fire and he continued, knowing his end.
 
“Ray, dear,” Ryan said softly. “Get the plug ready.”
 
Ray’s ears perked up and he smiled, grabbing the toy and propping himself
beside Gavin. Ryan began to easily lay Gavin down once again - Gavin moved like
a doll, so pliant and easy. He had a soft smile worn on his lips the entire
time and Ryan could hear the wanting thoughts of children screaming in Gavin’s
head over and over again. Gavin purposefully clamped down tightly on Ryan’s
cock, making the Alpha release a quiet roar of pleasure. “My feisty quarry -
determined to have my seed at any cost...’
 
“Yes, please, Ryan, I need it so very much…” Gavin breathlessly whined. His
body lightly shaken with each peak of Ryan’s thrusts until Ryan could feel the
warming sparks that shot through Gavin’s post elated body. Ryan grinded his
fingers into the sides of the wendigo’s before finally feeling the squeezing of
Gavin’s muscle pushing him over the edge.
 
With a pleasureful howl, he jutted quickly into the wendigo, releasing his warm
spurts inside of the Omega. Gavin gasped at the glow that shot through his
body. He curled his toes and grinned, biting his lip in happiness and he gasped
like a joyful girl when Ryan pulled out. There was a little whine of loss from
the stretching fill of his Alpha’s cock, but immediately he felt heated fingers
tracing his cleft along with hearing little words of praise.
 
“Fuck, Vav, so damn sexy like that…” Ray sighed, taking the plug and
immediately - smooth and gentle, however - pushing it into Gavin’s slick hole.
It went in easily, especially with the stretch that provided the open access
with no complications. Gavin purred happily, his body rolling over in a
comfortable position as he closed his eyes contently. In no way was the stretch
of the plug like his Alpha’s, but it was nice and comforting - reassuring for
the hold of breeding.
 
Ryan wrapped his arms around the werewolf as they allowed Gavin to just lay
there and rest with happy thoughts of family rolling through his head. They
exchanged a kiss before Ryan laid Ray down on the bed and chuckled.
 
“You’re too good for me, allowing Gavin to get all of the attention like that
and just accepting it. I know some Omegas would be pulling at each other’s
throats in order to get the attention from their Alpha that they want.”
 
Ray was practically wagging his metaphorical tail as he licked happily at
Ryan’s lips. He kissed his Alpha, squirming slightly when he heard Ryan
rustling through the box to find a toy. It wasn’t the knotting one, but Ray was
okay with that. The knot was mostly reserved for heated times and peaks of
cycles (or just to be kinky and show off how much Ray can take from the
stretch). Now was just lazy and relaxing as Gavin nearly melted in the sheets
and just enjoying the radiating warmth that surrounded him.
 
Ryan hummed when he licked lightly at Ray’s neck, pulling his fingers down to
find that Ray was soaking wet. He chuckled, “seems like you’ve waited long
enough for your Alpha.”
 
Ray vigorously nodded spreading his legs as wide (and as cute) as he could
while letting his rumbling purr reverberate in Ryan’s ears. The Alpha smiled,
placing the dildo against Ray’s tight rim and massaging it lightly before
turning it on. It whirred with smooth vibrations and made Ray’s legs almost
involuntarily shudder from the anticipating excitement.
 
“I wish I could give you my cock, instead, but, sadly Gavin has worn me out.”
 
“It’s alright, Ryan,” Ray insisted, desperately aching for the toy to be pushed
inside of him. When he felt the vibrations beginning to shake and stretch, he
tilted his head back happily and released a yipping moan. His cock was already
hard and leaking, but now it released a sudden gush of vanilla bean juices and
the Omega totally writhed already. “Oh, God, fuck yes…” His voice was shaking
as Ryan began to pump the toy in and out of him, making sure that it was
angled knowingly and perfectly to where it would hit the puppy’s pleasure spot
with almost every single thrust. The werewolf grabbed at the sheets and spread
his legs wide; he mewled pathetically every time Ryan dipped his head down to
kiss and nip at Ray’s neck and chest. “So fucking good…”
 
“You’re telling me...I enjoy watching my brides shake under me…”
 
That word again: bride. It hit Ray harder than he would like to admit as he
gasped and suddenly gushed sticky, warm fluids all over the toy. He whined,
trying to move himself at a faster pace than what Ryan was giving him. The
curve of Ryan’s fist and Ryan’s bottom would connect from how eagerly the
werewolf was pushing and pulling himself - always releasing whines. He began to
toy with his cock and nips, sighing contently with each little drip of juices
that he would release in pleasure; Ray was always the messiest one out of the
mates.
 
“Oh, God, fuck me, you little -- Shit!” the werewolf now yelped as Ryan began
to pump the toy faster and faster in and out of the werewolf, a malicious smile
constantly coating his lips. “F-fuck-fucking about t-time -- fuck,” Ray tried
his best to keep his composure and say, but the toy honestly was taking his
words away and he gasped as he pulled it out. Spurts suddenly and immediately
shot out of the werewolf’s smooth cock and he gasped, biting his lip as he rode
out his orgasm in his hand. He was whimpering pathetically and the sudden
remorse of it not being Ryan’s cock to fill him and push him to the limits like
that were seeping in.
 
Ryan just hummed contently, placing the toy back in the box and wrapping some
tissue around the now wet and sticky toy. He bend down and began to lick up the
mess that Ray made all over his stomach and the werewolf purred.
 
“What, are you like a mommy, now?”
 
“Have to make sure my brides are nice and clean…” he took a look over at Gavin,
still coated in his seed and laying pliant like a doll. There was no longer a
smile on his face; Ryan’s smile now melted into a frown and he picked himself
up from Ray and leaned over to grab at Gavin. “Gavin? Gavin, it’s okay…”
 
“N - no...no, it’s not…”
 
“Yes, it is, Gavin, come on,” Ryan coaxed, picking the wendigo up. His head
fell heavy because of the antlers that perched on the sides of his head. There
were threatening tears that layers Gavin’s eyes and he whimpered, trying to
push Ryan away.
 
“No! I was so sure it would happen this time, but I know it won’t happen…”
Gavin whined and Ryan almost frantically tried to hold him tight in his
embrace.
 
This was a time of what would be like mourning - mourning for the wonderful,
hopeful thought of actually being able to conceive and raise a family. It was
all Gavin wanted whenever he fell into heat - but, never would it happen. Ray
picked himself up from the bed and wrapped his arms around Gavin, as well.
 
“It’s okay, Gavin,” he whispered reassuringly. He kissed Gavin’s cheek softly,
being ready to wipe any threatening tears that would roll down the wendigo’s
cheeks. He was exhausted and sad, now. It was an awful way to end a heat, and
Ryan cursed the wendigo’s cycle for making his mate so sad, especially after
good bonding events such as all of them engaging together. He cursed it
entirely and wished so much that he could make the bad emotions go away.
 
“My bride,” Ryan whispered, nuzzling his nose against Gavin’s and rubbing them
softly together. “My dear mate, it’s okay...We’ll just try again next time…”
 
“I - it won’t ever happen…” Gavin growled sadly, leaning into Ray’s rubbing
touch when Ryan stopped nuzzling him. He whined a bit as he felt a slight gush
seep out from against the plug. It was warm and seemed to be full of life -
even when it couldn’t be created. It never would, and Gavin knew that. He just
hated that he knew that whenever he wasn’t in the peak of his moment during his
heat. He wish he always knew that so he wouldn’t be so disappointed whenever it
wouldn’t happen - because it never will.
 
“Don’t say that,” Ray purred empathetically, turn Gavin’s head slightly in
order to kiss his mate. “You know you at least have us…”
 
Gavin nodded, pursing his lips before Ryan pulled him gently and began to lay
him down. He connected Gavin’s head with the pillows and smiled before leaning
down to kiss his Omega. “Don’t fret, my raven…” Ryan whispered. His connected
his fingers with Gavin and sent thoughts of family love and children through
the Omega’s mind. The wendigo smiled softly - although his eyes were still sad.
He purred just ever so lightly before beginning to close his eyes and yawn.
 
“I love you, mates,” Gavin whispered.
 
“Do you want us to take the plug out of you?” Ray asked, preparing to lay down
beside the Omega. Although the sheets were still warm and sticky and were
coated with mixtures of scents, they always waited. Ryan’s mates always got
sleepy and cuddly after heats and sex and Gavin just shook his head ‘no’.
 
“Wanna keep it in...at least for tonight…” Gavin smiled at its warmth and
closed his eyes as he began to lean into Ray’s touch whenever the werewolf laid
beside him.
 
“I’ll be sure to make your dreams good tonight,” Ryan promised, kissing Gavin
deep before also laying beside him. Warm arms wrapped tightly around Gavin and
the wendigo purred with an edge of melancholy in the tone, however, he knew he
was in the arms of his mates.
 
And for now, that’s all he needed.  
***** Geoff/Ryan I *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Ryan wanted to have Geoff apologize, but one thing lead to
     another - like it always does.
      
      
     "Aw, you wanna play with my knot, kitten?"
Chapter Notes
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He growled, trying his very best to push the vampire off of him, but to no
avail, Ryan would not budge. Hissing and groaning and cursing - none of it
would make the vampire move from him. The muscle mass and weight from the Head
Alpha, especially with all of his strength squeezing the demon and pinning him
to the floor, was causing Geoff to lose his breath as he desperately tried to
maintain his composure as Alpha, as well.
 
“Fucking Christ, get off of me, fatass,” Geoff hissed, digging his claws into
the flexed, dense shoulder blades of Ryan’s trapezius muscle. Ryan only
chuckled, squeezing his arms around the demon tighter and tighter, biting his
lip hard with the promising vigor of his fangs wanting to sink in the demon’s
skin. “Don’t make me fucking --”
 
“And what will you do, Geoff?” Ryan grunted, his arms wrapping tighter and
tighter around the demon’s waist. His fangs were drawn, menacingly showing
themselves to the demon and it made Geoff whine - almost in defeat.
He hated when Ryan did that because naturally, a Djinn would beg for a vampire
to not bite - never bite in fear that they will lose their soul and power. It
was superstition, but Geoff never wanted to test it. He released another snarl,
feeling his horns becoming achingly sore and hot from being pinned and holding
in so much anger to its futility.
 
“If you don’t get off of me, I’ll finish what I started on your fucking mate.
Gavin was already wet and ready for me - fucking bastard,” the demon chuckled,
running his claws to the sides of the vampire, making Ryan howl in pain, but
mostly rage, focusing all of his strength into his arms, squeezing tighter. The
Head vampire hissed, his clutching never being released.
 
“Don’t you dare," his voice impossibly deep and blown - full instinct taking
over as his fangs were now to their full potential in flashing. They were like
a viper's but stronger and certainly more deadly. "I'll eat you alive and
consume you faster than you can ever think with your perverted mind."
 
“Bite me, jackass,” Geoff spat. “I fucking dare you. If you don’t then get the
Hell off of me!”
 
“Not until you apologize,” Ryan growled - obviously through with games. He
finally got the demon on the ground, pinning him down by the wrists, his eyes
blown and full with anger. Geoff made this deep noise that would have terrified
any human - or Hell, even Omega - as he thrashed around under the vampire,
desperately trying to get the Alpha off of him.
 
“For what?! You didn’t even tell me what I did wrong! You just tackled me and
told me to apologize! I thought we were going to work on a Let's Build!"
 
“You know what you did! You just admitted it! Taking control of my little Gavin
- how fucking dare you?!”
 
Geoff winced, beginning to try and squirm himself out of Ryan’s grasp, but the
vampire snarled. Geoff froze, gritting his teeth and mentally daringRyan to
make another move - his eyes were a beaming red with anger and jealousy.
 
"I'm never going to apologize. I don't regret anything. You can take me as a
slave for all I care, but you can lick my knot if you think I'm apologizing."
 
"Fucking typical demon," Ryan snarled. "Nobody else on your mind but you and
your knot. That's all you care about - seeing which Omega this week will be
filled with you to where they can't move. You're sick."
 
Geoff finally trashed his head, knocking his horns into the skull of the
vampire. Ryan grunted, finally faltering his strength enough where claws were
digging into his shoulders again. With a massive thud, Ryan was now on his back
and he gasped as he felt fangs drawing into his wrists, a cutting sound of
thick skin ripped through the air and so did a small roar of the Head Alpha.
 
Geoff released his bite, purring happily as he continued to pull his claws
downward, drawing a dark, deep, dead color of blood. It began to soak through
the vampires shirt and coat Geoff's fingers.
 
"That's the difference between you and me. Demons see an opportunity and take
it. You and your romantic ass are all talk and no bite or claw. I enjoyed what
I did to Gavin and I would've fucked him deeper than you would've ever hoped to
imagine of what you would do to him. I would do it right in front of you. I'd
stretch him out - give him the filling he so properly deserves with my fat
knot. Ray, too. You know how desperate puppies are in their heats. He'll come
to me...not you. Your cock won't even be on his mind for relief."
 
"ENOUGH!" Ryan roared, finally lunging at the laughing demon. Once Geoff's back
hit the floor again, the demon was chuckling, claws still in the vampire’s
back. "Talk about my mates one more time and you are my feed for the month!"
 
"Your mates," Geoff spat, "are as good as my prey. They are as good as little
plush, warm pillows that will hug my knot all tight and proper. Michael, too. I
can smell that little vampire of yours about to fall into his heat. I can sense
it coming near and he will be mine. I can imagine it now - his messy self."
 
"You talk about my Omega and I'll have your throat," Ryan gritted, eyes glowing
in a sparkling blue rage. It was like as blue flame that burned bright with
heat and anger. "You talk about any of my Omegas again -- you don't deserve my
Michael. Not for what you did -- you don't deserve any of them. You don't
deserve the air you breathe. You've upset my Michael and made him cry - made
him question his status as a healthy Omega. You're selfish."
 
"I don't fucking know what you're talking about," claws loosened slightly in
Ryan's back. "And your Michael?! Bitch, please! You can't had all of the Lads
to yourself - and calling me selfish?!"
 
"You keep your perverted thoughts to yourself. I don't care what Michael says,
you're good for nothing. You aren't a proper Alpha. All you have is a knot - a
knot that is as thick as my own cock; damn you, I don't need one. My mates get
the stretch they need without waiting for my seed to release."
 
Geoff growled, teeth bared and ready as he hissed. "Calling me perverted with
that filthy talk of yours? You can get any human, Omega, and Alpha all hot and
bothered with that talk."
 
"I've stooped to your level of low," Ryan defended, eyes still litted with
anger. Geoff cooed lightly - sarcastically - as he bucked up into Ryan, digging
his heel into the floor.
 
"Well, why don't we whip out our dicks and see if you are right or not?" Geoff
smiled, lazy eyes lidded and horns burning bright. "You scared? Or is that
thick cock of yours not really all that you crack it up to be?"
 
"You devil," Ryan gnarred. "You sick, perverted, old Devil. The only thing on
your twisted mind is ass and cocks, isn't it?"
 
"And blood and booze," Geoff sneered. "This is an Alpha pissing contest now.
Show me your cock; wanna see if you really mean it."
 
"You want to see it, huh?" Ryan gritted his teeth, darting his eyes to the side
until he finally released his grip from Geoff's wrists. Simultaneously, Geoff
did the same, only releasing his claws from the vampire’s back. Warm blood
pooled and pressed against rough fingertips and black - now a deathly red -
nails. "You won't mess with my mates again..."
 
"Ey, I won't mess with your mates. God, that sickens me, but I swear I won't
mess with them. That won't account for Michael, however," the demon smirked.
"He's free game..."
 
"My Omega is not game," Ryan snarled. "And you will be damned if you so much
think about touching him."
 
"Hey! He's not your mate! He's no one's mate! That makes him free...and if I
please to touch him, then I will do so right in front of you. I'll make him
mess his pants with his own juices so much so, you'll smell it on me for weeks
on end."
 
"You do that and you die," Ryan growled, sitting up on his knees. He hovered
over the demon beneath him and presented his fangs, licking them promisingly
for his threat. "As far as I'm concerned, Michael is blind for wanting you as
an Alpha."
 
"I concur," Geoff rolled his eyes. "Can I see your dick now?"
 
Ryan held his stance, a soft rumble  exiting his throat as he nervously
shrugged his shoulders. "I'm soft."
 
"You cheeky fuck," Geoff sneered, purposely sticking a fang from out of his
bottom lip, biting seductively. "Is it bad that I'm already getting hard? I
like you when you're all angry. Makes me...excited..wanting to know of you'll
actually bite me like you'll promise to. Makes me want to know if you would
actually eat me."
 
Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes. "No wonder you always upset me purposely," the
Alpha vampire finally stood up from his crouch and began to fiddle with his
zipper. Geoff began to sit up, watching intently and with fascination as Ryan
grunted softly, finally pulling down his jeans. "I don't like this. I don't
like your intent. I can read your mind, Geoff, you act like I'm clueless."
 
Geoff busted out in a fit of laughter, shifting forward until he was on his
knees, scooting close to the standing Alpha vampire. "Ah, that's right. You
enjoying my thoughts?"
 
"You're thinking about my Michael," Ryan began to pull up his pants, gripping
the hems tightly, almost as if restraining himself from punching the demon’s
face. "You're thinking about -- you make me sick."
 
"I think it's hot," Geoff smirked.
 
"I would never do such a thing to my Omega. Stop thinking about it!"
 
"What if we did that to him together?" Geoff whispered. He's breath was still
on edge of a purr. He began to run his claws into Ryan's knees, sending the
Alpha's jeans downward.
 
"Stop it!" Ryan took his hands and yanked on Geoff’s shoulders, throwing him to
the side until Geoff was on the floor once again.
 
"You're getting excited, Ryan, you can't deny that," Geoff spat, chuckling
darkly. Ryan cursed himself and Geoff as he realized that it was true. The
thought of that image, that twisted image that Geoff was thinking of. The demon
licking the Omega vampire all over as Ryan would watch, sending his fingers
into the wet heat of his little vampire.
The anger boiled within that image, but there was also the excitement. It was
that bond, that loving bond between the Alpha and Omega. It shouldn't be
arousing, and Ryan cursed himself - deeming himself to be the worse and most
sickening Alpha to take breath.
 
"To think about my Omega in such a way," Ryan growled. "Forcing me to witness
it."
 
"I'm fucking evil aren't I?" Hands with long, sharp class traced into the slit
of Ryan's boxers, making the both of them gasp. The Alpha vampire did not even
realize of how hard he really was.
 
"No, my Michael..." Ryan cursed himself over and over again of how sick he
really was. He was appalled of how quickly he became hard. Just the image of
his Omega writing and cursing wetly as he surrounded Ryan's fingers was too
much. 
 
"Oh, wow," the Alpha demon purred, smiling involuntarily. He finally pulled the
boxers down, immediately licking the leaking head of Ryan's cock. "You weren't
lying, but you aren't as big as my knot - fucking cheeky bitch."
 
Ryan gasped, hands finding Geoff’s hair and tightened fists grabbed the locks.
"Y - you lick like an Omega," the words were sincere but teasing. Arousal was
in complete control, now.
 
Forgive me, my Omegas... There was an embarrassing whimper that fell from his
lips as Geoff took the teasing words to heart, now wrapping strong, heavy lips
on the head, immediately bobbing his head up and down. The Head vampire rumbled
deeply, pulling the demon’s mouth off of his length. Geoff was smiling, eyes
red and shot in lust.
 
"And you whimper like a pup in heat."
 
"I feel as if you're referencing my werewolf mate," Ryan pressed Geoff's lips
against the head of his leaking cock and the demon lapped happily, laughing
smugly. "Don't think I don't get to see that knot you're always on about,
either."
 
"Aw, you wanna play with my knot, kitten?" Geoff asked, pulling off of the
vampire once again. His hand was clasped tight around the member of the Alpha
vampire, stroking fast and slick. The Head groaned, tightening his hands around
Geoff’s shoulders.
 
“I will not be put under you. I am not a kitten, I am an Alpha,” Ryan
determined. “And I can make you regret ever being bred an Alpha with how
thirsty you'll be for my thick cock down your throat one day. This was just
suppose to be proof that I wasn’t lying, nothing more.” Ryan could
notbelieve his contradicting words. 
 
“Oh, please - what if that day is today, Alpha?”  Geoff rolled his eyes, rising
to his feet, shuffling Ryan’s hands off of his shoulders. The vampire ended up
holding his own cock, stroking it in soft, light tugs. “One thing leads to
another, Ryan. Anger to a pissing contest...and a pissing contest to lust,”
Geoff laughed when he saw the sick, revolting expression that the vampire
created.
 
“You really are disgusting.”
 
“Come over here, Alpha,” Geoff cooed and repeated, shifting forward towards the
vampire. Ryan hated how bitter the name "Alpha" really was against his ears as
the demon spoke it. Ryan hesitated and hitched his breath as Geoff shuffled
closer and closer to them until their shoulders were touching. The demon was
busy fidgeting with his zipper undone and proudly sinking his pants to where
they pooled around his ankles. “An Alpha knows what an Alpha wants, shouldn’t
he?” Ryan could feel the heat that was radiating from inside the sleeves of
Geoff’s hoodie. There even was a faded glow from the fabric that almost
mimicked the blue that sparkled from Ryan’s angry eyes from earlier.
 
Geoff wasted no time in pulling down his boxers and his cock sprang up, proud.
The base was thick with a hint of a shade. “Impressed? I’m not even there yet.”
 
Ryan nodded, chuckling softly trying to remain as comfortable as he could.
“This is childish. We’re like two Omega boys rubbing cocks together before the
beginning of a heat.” Geoff rumbled happily as he dipped his face even more so
into the crook of Ryan's neck, breathing in the Alpha's peppery, cinnamon sent.
His mouth watered - but he would never admit that.  
 
“Well, now we’re two Alphas doing the same.” Geoff leaned against the vampire,
dipping his face into the crook of Ryan’s neck all while shifting his body
forward. Ryan gasped as he felt the hot, hard member rub and touch against his.
There was a thick bead of precum that coated the top of Ryan’s cock as he
rubbed against Geoff’s. The thick base was beginning to harden and Ryan bit his
lip, whirring a soft rumble, pressing harsh palms against Geoff’s back.

“Just because you feel the need to play with me, doesn’t mean it gives you the
rights to mess with my Omegas.”
 
“Always on the topic of ’your’ Omegas. Can’t we just have a nice moment
together and you can bite me later once I toy with Michael?”
 
Ryan wanted to spit out a slur or a curse - angrily trying to interfere with
Geoff’s thoughts of even wanting to touch his Omega vampire, when Geoff wrapped
a slick hand around Ryan’s cock once again, making the Alpha vampire gasp.
 
“What’s your weakness, Ryan?” Geoff whispered just above a pitchy, imposed
growl. The Alpha vampire could feel his fangs beginning to peek through again
in defense. The Djinn continued to stroke his hand vigorously, assuring himself
to remain his grip at the base of Ryan’s cock, knowing exactly how sensitive it
was. The vampire shuddered, bucking his hips up breathlessly as a thick bead of
precum seeped from the slit. He gripped his nails into the demon’s back,
gritting his teeth and baring his fangs as he dipped his head desperately into
Geoff’s neck.
 
“Demons,” Ryan finally answered through gritted, angry teeth. He gasped as he
thrusted his hips into Geoff’s hand, legs shaking as he came. Thick jets of
sticky fluid shot out and Geoff chuckled darkly as he felt the warmth coating
his hand.
 
“I knew it all along…” Geoff smiled proudly at the semi-submission that the
Head vampire just admitted to. “My...that looks tasty, my big Alpha.”
 
Ryan’s nails only tightened their grip at the words, the vampire still shaking
from his post orgasmic daze until he finally pushed all of his weight against
the demon, sending Geoff into the ground. Geoff was laughing smugly and in
leisure, determined he’s won the little Alpha stand off until he moaned,
feeling Ryan’s hand gripping at his cock. The Alpha whimpered out a teasing
“oh, fuck” as Ryan began to massage the base playfully.
 
“Kitty gonna lick at my knot?”
 
“Geoff,” Ryan sighed, rubbing a flat thumb over the wet and weeping slit of the
Alpha’s thick cock. The demon was finally pulling off his hoodie, revealing
that he wore a worn out, faded t-shirt. His inked arms were glowing bright and
bold and he flexed them proudly. There was even a soft purr that fell from the
demon’s throat as he tugged at his horns. Ryan had to admit that the Alpha was
an absolute pretty sight to behold. He would love for his Michael to be able to
call the demon his if it weren’t for the fact that Geoff was so untrustworthy
and ungrateful. “You sickening--”
 
“Enticing,” Geoff interrupted, chuckling drunkenly as he spread his legswide.
“Your scent is making me all happy.”
 
Ryan gritted his teeth, trying to focus, but noticing of how when the hoodie
came off, the natural scent that the Alpha demon emitted was so lush and sweet
as strawberries. The vampire cursed himself for loving such a scent.
 
Forgive me, my Omegas… Ryan whimpered once again as he finally dipped down,
sinking low until his lips met with the head of Geoff’s wet cock that was
nearly soaked in the precum that leaked from it. He licked a thickstripe from
the base of Geoff’s cock to the very tip, making the Alpha coo happily. Ryan
shuddered at the taste, condemning himself for actually enjoying the taste just
as much as he did the Alpha’s scent.
 
“Oh, yes just like that.”
 
Ryan felt himself blush, beginning to lick even more until he actually began to
place his warm, wet lips on the head of the Alpha demon until Geoff swiped him
away.
 
“No, no, no sucking…” Geoff smiled. “Licking...only…”
 
The Alpha vampire groaned, still tracing his tongue all over the shaft of the
member until he drug it down around the thickening, hardened base. The demon
smiled, moaning softly as he twirled his fingers into one of the locks of
Ryan’s hair.
 
“You’re pretty, Alpha.”
 
Ryan felt a bitter pang of anger and jealousy. The only ones to call
himAlpha were his Omegas - God the bitter ache of the sound that the name
reverberated was now just disgusting and distasteful. No one more. He swallowed
down the bunched lump that rose in his throat and continued, ringing his
fingers around the knot that swelled. There was a desperate moan that the demon
made and it would have been embarrassing for any other Alpha to witness. Ryan
constant self hate increasing as he felt his own cock twitch at the
noises. God, if he would be totally honest, he would absolutely plow into Geoff
if he were a little Omega - all wet and hungry for his thick cock - making the
little soft, whines that he was created now - calling him a pretty Alpha. 
 
The vampire purposely drug his fangs over the thick, inflated knot and he had
to admit that he was impressed, but he only released a fierce whirr  of
discontent as he realize how eager his little Omegas would be if they ever saw
or touched Geoff in such a way. His little Michael begging for the demon’s knot
and seed, Ryan could barely even stand the thought of it.
 
Geoff only squealed and shuddered and Ryan finally realized that the demon was
making those noises on purpose. Geoff was purposely making those Omega-like
noises just to get the vampire all Alpha and proud over him.
 
“You sick, twisted --”
 
Geoff was laughing, digging his claws into Ryan’s scalp and pushing his face
against his cock even harder. “That, I may be...but you’re still the one
getting off to it…” there was a rough edge of the demons voice just like a
blunt knife carving into flesh. It ached to be heard and Ryan ached from
hearing it as he wrapped his lips around the base of his cock, hungrily lapping
his tongue all over the sensitive skin. The vampire began to stroke the ring of
his fingers against the knot, making Geoff shudder and release a purr that
would have made any creature swoon at how lovely it sounded.
 
“Keep doing that…” Geoff whispered. “I’m close…” the tattoos on his arms seemed
to flicker - just a bit - before once again burning intensely against hot,
bothered skin.
 
Ryan sped up his movements, pressing his claws into the thigh of the demon and
making Geoff rumble in warning. He allowed the actions, however, biting his lip
as he felt the clamping of Ryan’s fingers that just seemed to tighten around
the knot as it just swelled and grew ticker.
 
Ryan gritted his teeth, holding back the absolute nerve of just pouncing Geoff
right then and there because the demon was actually having the gall to even
think about Michael - Ryan’s Michael - in such a putrefying way.
 
“You think about my Omega on your knot again and --”
 
“And what will you do, Ryan?” Geoff gasped, losing breath as he felt his peak
beginning to tip to an end. The vampire seemed to lowly roar as he purposely
clamped his fingers around the base of the demon’s cockimpossibly tight. Geoff
cursed and whined, but smiled as he came, biting his lip in pure orgasmic
euphoria as he wrapped the rest of Ryan’s fingers around his knot. He held it
there, whimpering and groaning as Ryan gritted his teeth, nearly burning Geoff
alive with his eyes full of rage - rage for his Michael that was a victim in
such a perverted demon’s thoughts. There was almost a small wave of warm,
sticky, thick fluids that seeped out of the demon’s cock in great amounts -
making Ryan mentally spit in jealousy. It was involuntary - a subconscious
feeling that came from instinct. It was almost insulting to have another out do
you - especially with Geoff’s thoughts of Michael. It was purpose and spiteful
 
Geoff was shaking - just like the Alpha vampire was earlier before he was
laughing. It was mindless - an aimless laugh that came from the absolute
pleasure that rippled through the demon’s body until he stopped twitching. His
breath was heavy before he finally spoke.
 
“Y-you want to know what my weakness is, Ryan?” the demon sputtered, chuckling
smugly as he darted his eyes down towards the Head. Ryan’s fangs were bared and
his eyes were a sparkling, rage-filled blue once more. They were such a
massive, enticing blue that even the vampire’s pupils seemed to disappear from
reality completely; if any human were to walk in, they would surely shake
in fear.
 
Ryan read the Djinn’s thoughts, releasing a threatening gnarl. There was a
proud, smug look on Geoff’s face as his tattoos were now a deep shade of joyful
blue. It was almost like a Navy blue that was deep, pure, and rich.
Ryan hated him. He hated it so.
 
“Michael,” the words were like a numbing venom against the vampire’s tongue. My
little vampire.
 
The demon smiled.
***** Geoff I and Michael II *****
Chapter Summary
     Usually, public sex and voyeurism is deemed pretty hot; Ryan thinks
     so, himself along with his two little Omega mates.
     Michael, however, disagrees.
     All Geoff wants to is to just touch and have Michael for his own, as
     Ryan and his damned pretty Omegas make a scene. Ah, well. Burnie will
     just have to do.
Chapter Notes
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Ray really never found himself paying attention to the other guys while they
played; it was mainly because he was too busy either trying to win, or just
being too engrossed with what he is doing (and, of course, never be a screen-
looking bitch). After Ryan becoming king for the third time, Ray couldn't help
but honestly feel a little jealous. It wasn't anything big; it was just some
werewolf pride that pounced through his arteries; just pure natural instinct
showing through. His humanoid ears would droop slightly every time he would
hear someone make a remark about the vampire’s pseudo-status of his kingliness.
He had to admit, however, whenever Ryan would place his stance right over Ray
and throw his voice to a deep low - a low no other monster in the office has
heard before, Ray was ready to present himself, ass in the air and whimpering
for his Alpha to take him.
 
That was the only good Ray thought of it, however. Gavin completely marveled
over Ryan being king and especially gushed because of his own sick, twisted
fashion of actually thinking of Ryan "overthrowing" Gavin's kingly status in
such a sexual and perverse way. That night he was on his knees that night with
eager lips, moaning and whimpering as he took his Alpha's thick cock in his
mouth - his king. Occasionally, he would choke and whine, apologizing to "his
grace" for faltering his movements. It was all in good, sexy play and as much
Ray loved that (God, watching Gavin do that nearly made the Omega werewolf lose
his mind),Ray was still a jealous werewolf at heart.
 
And for a good reason; it was because he is good gamer. He loved his status of
being the best, yet youngest, gamer out of the six. He probably loved it most,
at times, feeling as proud as an Alpha whenever he would win games and get the
highest score. He put himself as nothing less that the greatest and so, he
remained determined by keeping his eyes on his own. Today was different,
however.
 
During a round of Grand Theft Auto V, Ryan was positively destroying the group.
Ray was finding himself to not have any victims of shooting. Everytime he would
aim and try to shoot, they would either run away or he would miss. He whined as
he was hoping that he was just having an off day, but concerned and annoyed
thoughts began to cloud in as Ray continued to get shot down and just
completely annihilated because of Ryan.
 
The werewolf would softly growl every time the grayscale would capture the
picture and sudden in a stream a red the words “WASTED” would come up. It was
all in good fun, but the moody werewolf couldn’t help but mutter a couple of
curses or complaints as he would try his best to continue to play. During most
of the session, Ray would occasionally pop in a word or two and try to throw in
some of the loose and scattered commentary between all of them, but he remained
mostly focus of how to get Ryan. With little devious and evil smirks, Ray would
perch himself on a building and just camp out, waiting for his mate’s character
to pop up. Occasionally Ray would just shoot a passer-by just for laughs and
then scolding himself for actually being able to shoot and kill the A.I in the
game but not any of the other five of his co-workers.
 
And in an instant, Ray’s picture on the screen became faded and gray. The
werewolf cursed loudly, growling as he shouted Ryan’s name. The Head vampire
chuckled, darting his head back towards the werewolf real quick.
 
“Pissy puppies need to be punished. Put in their place,” his tongue
articulated beautifully, making Michael coo right beside of Gavin who turned
his head to look at his mate.
 
“Oh, fuck you,” Ray spat, rolling his eyes. He always hated when Ryan would say
something like that; he always took it to hear that Ryan was putting him down,
especially when he says things such as “put in their place” as if Omegas were
deemed as a lower class. Beside of Michael, Gavin giggled.
 
“ ‘s okay, dear,” Gavin cooed. “You’ll get him soon.”
 
“I’m gonna kick his ass is what I’m gonna do,” Ray smirked, turning his head
back towards Ryan. His mate’s eyes were completely locked on the screen, tongue
slightly sticking out, and big, strong fingers holding steady on the controls.
He held an enthralled smiled as he slowly licked his tongue across his lips,
lifting them enough to reveal the tip of his fang pointing out. The werewolf’s
smirk vanished as he continued to stare, obvious interest beginning to swell.
 
The werewolf always admired Ryan’s fangs, especially when transformed. He would
wag his tail and nuzzle against his mate before finally finding an opportunity
to playfully nip at the Alpha. He did it in hopes that Ryan would bite him
back; a bite would always make Ray the most excited and playful and, of
course, wanting.
 
Kick my ass, huh? Ryan made a soft, playful purr, looking over at Ray with deep
eyes that were at soft as lavender. Ray pursed his lips, legs beginning to
cross almost defensively.
 
The Head vampire brought his controller just under his chin, licking his lips
fully now along with the sharp ending point of his fang. His face was relaxed
and lids were falling - as if he were trying to squint to focus, but without
the strain. His face was positively gorgeous especially as he continued to
lightly drag his tongue across his lips and teeth.
 
Ray released a little whine, turning his face back to the screen.
 
Oh, fuck you. Ray repeated mentally, deliberately aiming it at Ryan. He could
hear the faint infamous chuckle of his mate ringing through his ears and the
werewolf darted his eyes over by Ryan again except this time, his eyes landed
on the controller that the gent held.
 
He noticed that the vampire was not at all treating the object like he should.
Instead of thumbs pressed and focused on the little joysticks, they were his
index finger and middle finger stretched out with long claw pointed out. They
rubbed smoothly over the plastic joysticks and Ray’s face began to relax as he
looked with sheer wonderment as his mate continued to hold and treat his
controller in such a way. With quick eyes, Ray darted them upward to capture
Ryan’s face - his eyes completely fixated on Ray’s. There was a soft tongue
that poked out from in between the vampire’s fangs and lips while he licked
ever so slowly, a smile never leaving his face. The werewolf gulped, a deep
breath leaving his lungs as he continued to stare, eyes now unknowingly wide
and wanting.
 
You fucking teasing bitch, teasing me like this, the werewolf held his ears low
making a tiny growl as he continued to stare at his Alpha. The Head vampire bit
his lips, eager to show off strong, Alpha fangs to his Omega. Although
werewolves and vampires shared a different anatomy of teeth and fangs, Ray
would always swoon and lick at the strong, sharp dents whenever the two kissed.
Ray saw the fangs now with that smile that always made Ray gush - and it was no
fail now.
 
He groaned in agitation as he felt his slick seeping  out to coat the bottom of
his boxers. Ray gasped, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as he whinedjust
like a puppy.
 
“Oh, fucking Christ,” Michael turned his head to look at the werewolf with head
low and a heated, red face. Michael was able to smell the Hispanic Lad’s scent
that possessed scents such as a warm mocha that now filled the room and the
vampire Omega had his teeth grit, eyes back on his Alpha who was laughing. His
lips were wet and lush - even the ginger whimpered.
 
Geoff cleared his throat, turning his head to take his headphones off and with
a snarl, he looked over at Ryan.
 
“Did you lose track of one of your other Omega’s heat? You're causing all of
the Lads to get messy.”
 
Ryan raised an eyebrow, chuckling as got up from his seat. As he approached his
mate, he had hands already ready to begin to rub just right against the
werewolf’s stomach and groin, palming lightly for the best amount of friction.
Ray whimpered, watching with eager, wanting eyes, lip bit back as he felt his
Alpha mates warm hands cradling his waist before warm lips touched his.
 
Geoff growled, eyeing the two before swiping his eyes over the other two
Omegas. Michael - poor Michael had a worried, covered expression that made his
confusion completely obvious. Lips dark and red with fangs poking out in just a
pinch of utter want and desire, the demon cursed himself for not being able to
do anything about it.
 
Ray's and Ryan's lips were dancing in the deep kiss, the werewolf whimpering so
much so that Geoff growled into his mic.
 
"Alright, fucking guess we need to do a Let's Stop--" the Head vampire growled,
cutting the demon off from his sentence.
 
"Don't you dare, continue to play. I want my mate to watch how it's done,"
purred the Alpha vampire. Ray squirmed, whimpering at the words before Ryan
pulled the cord that connected Ray's mic with the jack. Ryan's eyes were at
lush blue - one that kept all of the Omegas attention in the room with such
striking curiosity. Ray spread his legs, whining longingly before Ryan licked
at his cheek, hands palming harsh against the hardness of the werewolf, rubbing
the wetness and slick that began to pool in the Omega's jeans.
 
Geoff pursed his lips, eyes lidded with anger as he pulled on his headphones
once again before continuing to play, just as scheduled. He had no idea if the
audience would be able to tell something was going on and so with a growl,
Geoff gave a soft, "Ryan and Ray sucking each other off into an oblivion."
 
There was a whine that the wendigo had made - a complete real and wanting whine
that ached for his Alpha, so much so that even Jack looked over at Gavin giving
a small, reassuring smile. "Doe is getting lonely."
 
"Shut up, you knob," Gavin sighed, fingers tight on his controller. "I hate it
whenever you call me a 'doe'."
 
Geoff heard Ryan chuckle in reply - a devious chuckle of affirment. There were
tiny moans between the two, Ryan eagerly nipping at Ray's lips, the demon just
knows it. Geoff shifted in his chair just slightly, gaining a look from Jack
who grinned a sharp smile before winking at him.
 
"For once, I'm agreeing with the asshole deer. Shut up, Jack," Geoff spat venom
although the rugaru just laughed, rolling his eyes before he, as well,
unplugged his mic.
 
"I'm calling for a Let's Stop. Ryan and Ray are making me so nauseated, I can't
play," Jack was laughing lightly as he got up from his seat before leaving out
of the door. He took a playful hand, ruffling up Gavin's hair before he left,
making the Omega growl like a small puppy, brand new to the world.
 
"God Dammit, you two ruin everything. Let's Stop!" Geoff pulled off his
headphones, darting a look at Gavin to stop the recording, however the wendigo
was slow to react, his attention completely fixated on his mates with hungry
eyes as he saw them kiss. "Sick motherfucker," Geoff growled jealously at Ryan.
The way the Alpha looked at the moment with his teasing, lusty eyes along with
his fangs poking out and nipping at Ray so much so that Gavin finally got up in
a flurry. Such a frisky, possessive wendigo - so much so that he was eager to
jump into the mix of the two mates, fingers exploring and dabbing at the slick
that coated the werewolf. They were purring like kittens - happy and in love.
 
Ray's pants were opened, cock popping out and leaking all over the vampire's
hand as he jerked and rubbed. The werewolf’s puppy noises were driving Geoff
absolutely insane, his fangs barring against his teeth in a hungry, wanting
way. Oh, how pretty the Omega looked so free and opened, just ready for his
Alpha and his Omega mate to take. There was a jealous whirr from the Djinn,
arms beginning to itch and grow unbearably warm for the werewolf and his pack.
Geoff was a envious demon, cock beginning to harden and strain - his main
obstacle at relief was the fact that an Omega was just fingertips away, yet he
wasn't allowed to touch.
 
The way Michael was just steadily mewling like all curious kit, Geoff could see
the Omega squirming and whimpering at the new sensational feel of arousal as
the ginger just stared at the two. His tongue was popped out just so slightly
to lick at his tiny teeth and fangs - so Omega , Geoff knew Ryan was proud to
have such a vampire. Geoff could see the vampire whimpering slightly, the sweet
cinnamon and mocha smells arousing him and, Hell, the Omega vampire probably
doesn't even know it. The demon wonders if the vampire has presented yet: has
he ever toyed with himself, played with his small, wet nub, licked and tried to
taste, practice himself with multiple fingers and whine - almost as if wanting
a proper knot to fill him to the limits? Geoff could barely take it with his
eyes fixated on Michael so much so that he had to look away.
 
There was blood pounding through his cheeks, lighting them up just like his
tattoos and he desperately tried tried to cover himself with the thick hoodie
as he heard Ray moaning, now. His voice was as slick and wet as his cock that
bobbed whenever Gavin licked at it with his warm tongue. He heard Ryan speaking
so low and so filthy, Geoff never thought he would ever hear it from the Alpha.
 
"My little wolf, all wanting and needy for my cock. You see what jealousy gets
you?" Ryan's voice was just above a whisper, it was so quiet and sharp. Geoff
was now staring at the trio, waiting for Ray's reply.
 
There was none; all that remained was thirsty moans and gulps as the werewolf
bucked up into Gavin's licks and touches. Geoff could see Ryan's slick and
coated fingers poking in and out while flicking upward and God, Geoff forced
himself to look away, feeling he would just lose control of all of his actions.
He ground into the desk, biting his lip.
 
Michael was curled into a tight ball in his chair, cursing and growling as he
finally stood up to leave. Geoff gaped as he looked to see what seemed like a
tight bulge that mounded against Michael’s jeans.
 
And then, there was a thirsty howl that rang nearly soft against Geoff's ears
and he moaned, himself, smelling smelling the intoxicating, arousing scents of
a spent Omega. Geoff bit his lips staring staring at Ray, hands tight against
the arms of his chair, grip so tight it was as if  his life depended on it.
 
Geoff finally admitted to himself that it wasn't sickening. It was beautiful,
so beautiful and he was just jealous. The pretty Omega boys all "belonging" to
the Alpha vampire, he hated it so.
 
The three of them were cuddling. Gavin was releasing pretty coos and purrs
while nuzzling into the werewolf before sharing a kiss. The kiss was warm and
soft and everything Geoff wanted after a nice, playful tease. Whenever he and
Ryan ended such a session the week before, he was hoping the Gent vampire would
be kind enough to cuddle and kiss against him, but but it didn't happen.
 
Ryan was licking at the werewolf, placing soft kisses and that is when Geoff
decided to leave. Ray whined, almost apologetically at the Alpha demon,
spreading his legs slightly, almost in invitation. The Head vampire growled,
slapping at Ray's legs.
 
"Don't you dare offer yourself to anyone but me and your mate," he snarled,
looking up at Geoff. The demon tighter the sleeves around his arms, emitting a
snarl, himself.
 
"He might as well. Everyone from here to Hell can smell his slick - I might as
well lick it. Such a tease you three are - all of you," the demon purposely
strutted, making sure that the Omega mates could clearly see the hardness and
knot that Geoff sported. Gavin licked his lips once before looking away, ears
low and offensive with apologies. Ryan curled his arms around his mates,
whirring a protective growl before Geoff finally reached the door.
 
"And by the way, dickweed, good luck with trying to explain to Michael how you
so casually exploited Ray. He's so confused and frightened,  he didn't know
whether to be turned on or to leave," Geoff closed the door.
 
Ryan's teeth were grit grit and his fists were clenched so much so that Gavin
kissed kissed at his chin to calm him.
 
"Love, he is just a typical devil. You didn't 'exploit' Ray."
 
The werewolf quickly hopped up his pants until they settled properly on his
waist. He leaned in to kiss his Alpha, purring soft and kind. The Alpha
responded with licks of his own, pressing his lips against the skin of Ray's
cheeks. "Thank you, Ryan. I was feeling shitty today until now." With loving
purrs, he nuzzles his forehead against Ryan's. "But Michael is different. You
need to go to him. It wasn't fair for us to do that; he wasn't ready for it."
 
Ryan whirred a defensive growl, the second thought of his Omega vampire
beginning to concern him.
 
Michael. My Michael. I messed up.
 
With a small, pecking kiss to both of his mates, Ryan got up on his feet,
brushed Ray off, apologized, and left to go find his Omega.
 
Both Gavin and Ray exchanged looks of worry and concernment, but they took hold
of each others’ hands and smiled, knowing - or at least hoping that their Alpha
will be okay.
 
“Geoff is being a quite real dope, isn’ he?” Gavin asked with a yawn. Ray
hummed in agreement, rubbing at the wendigo’s antlers and used them as support
as he got up from the chair. The Omega wendigo grunted, whining in a small pain
that he felt - just a pinch - from the werewolf tugging at his horns.
“Sensitive, there, Ray,” he hissed as the werewolf supported himself on his
feet, chuckling lightly.
 
“Those stupid things are good for something, after all.”
 
“You weren’t saying that when we were first getting close,” Gavin purred,
lacing his arms around his Omega mate, planting a soft kiss upon the Hispanic’s
chin. “You said you loved my antlers. They were so impressive to you.”
 
“They are pretty,” Ray cooed. “Almost as pretty as you licking at me just a few
minutes ago.”
 
                                       ~
 
He took another sip of coffee before rubbing his eyes. The man was beyond
exhausted, stress not lulling him to sleep at night to where he dream happily
and have the rest he needed to get through the hellish day. With slow, sluggish
fingers, and with weary, unfocused eyes, he desperately tried to type away on
his desktop, but to no avail. There was just a tensed wire that laid straight
in his mind, anymore pull and it would be snapped in half and the poor human
would just find himself in a corner, crying out desperately to try and prove
that he was not insane and that he was natural for this secluded building.
 
He is not insane, but his mind is just stressed - too stressed of being alone.
 
In all honesty, he was frightened. A deep terror lurked inside of him were he
was always looking over his shoulders to trying to hang his head low whenever
one would pass and by one, he meant one of his employees. Even his co-worker,
Matt, was not like him - the strutting Beta imp. None of them were and so
Burnie could not help but feel just so desperately alone. At night, he would
sit on his bed just staring straight at the ceiling, hoping - hoping that a
demon or vampire was not lurking in his corner with a hungry mouth. For years
upon years he’s been working with these monsters and not once had he gotten
used to it.
 
He had even taken the time to learn and study Alpha and Omega traits so that he
could be understanding and relatable whenever there was a crisis that couldn’t
be helped (for example: an Omega falling into heat; it isn’t their fault and
Burnie is understanding that they need to leave and be assisted by an Alpha).
He did it because he wasn’t discriminating. He did it because
he hates establishments who are rude enough to not accept any monster for their
business which is why he made “Rooster Teeth” a welcomed place for animators
and gaming vigors for all business - both human and monsters.
 
He just never thought that his whole building would have no humans besides
himself. He thought that he had it all planned out, but apparently there
are dozens of monsters qualified to fill the positions at Rooster Teeth leaving
only him to be the lone human amongst all of the monsters.
 
A weak and defenseless human as he was, he could spit out just a tiny bit a
blood and a monster would be eager to lick and drink at him. That is what he
feared the most. He’s dealt with it before, but one day he knows that he could
push an employee over the edge. A cut, a leaking bruise - they could end him.
 
He loved his employees sincerely, but could just never get over the fact that
they were able to conjure spells, read minds, scent, and above all thirst for
human blood.
 
Oh, God, especially with the three thirsty Alphas that he feared the most.
 
With a knock at his door, the human jumped, gasping slightly with wide eyes and
a ready heart - ready to run and flee in utter fear. He didn’t even so much as
move from his seat, but just stare at the door that was rapping slightly as
sharp claws tapped on the wood.
 
“Open up, asshole, it’s me,” said a familiar voice on the other side. Burnie
gritted his teeth, exhaling deeply and trying his best to put up his defensive
act as he got up from his chair and headed for the door. With a shaky hand, he
opened it.
 
“Hey, babe,” purred the Djinn when the door was swung opened. Burnie pursed his
lips as he looked up and down Geoff’s body, cursing himself for staring
slightly at the tattoos. Although in fear, Burnie was always interested in the
glowing tattoos that the Gent illuminated. With no words, Burnie just nodded
before beginning to travel back to his seat with there was sudden strong hands
gripping at his sides. That is when Burnie gasped, groaning as he felt the
demon pull him close until their backs were collided. Geoff stood slightly
taller than the human and he emitted a purr that only sent chills down the
human’s spine. “Are you not going to even acknowledge the fact that there is a
demon in your office?”
 
The voice was slightly offended with an underlying growl and Burnie gulped.
Djinns were always the type to want to be acknowledge especially by a lesser
class - such as humans. Burnie breathed heavily feeling the demon’s arms
tightening around him before he finally managed to squeeze out a sharp, “hello,
Geoff.”
 
“Hello, my Burnie,” Geoff purred, resting his forehead against the back of
Burnie’s. The human shuddered, fingers growing weak as he tried to pull and pry
Geoff’s arms from lacing around him. There was no reasoning though as the demon
just held his grip, a growl ringing out. “What’s the matter, my human?”
 
“I’m not your human, Geoff. I’m equally shared,” Burnie spat, finally able to
throw Geoff’s arms from around him. “And for your information, don’t ever call
me ‘babe’.”
 
“Sounds like we are full of vinegar today,” Geoff mused, hands finding their
way to falling back on Burnie’s waist. He leaned in close a loud purr
reverberating purposely so that Burnie could hear. There was heat that the
human started to feel and he gasped when the demon took a finger and pulled the
human’s face slightly back. Soon, Geoff’s mouth was close to Burnie’s ear,
mustache tickling and toying with light hairs at Burnie’s skin. Then his voice
was gone - only a whisper remained as he said, “I want you…now.”
 
“No!” Burnie roared, ripping himself from Geoff’s grasp. The demon snarled
playfully, following Burnie back to his seat and before he sat down, Geoff
pulled him close again, warm hands pulling some loose, short locks from
Burnie’s face. The human bit his lip, shuddering at how hot Geoff’s hands were
and how fingertips felt like little lit matches that played with his skin.
Nothing uncomfortable, but it definitely held Burnie’s attention as his eyes
wandered down to Geoff’s arms. He exhaled a shaky breath when he saw the fact
that the inky arms were glowing a soft, faded turquoise.
 
“Don’t blame me...Ray and Ryan did some shit in the office - all while we were
doing a Let’s Play…” he leaned in close. “Got me all excited…Made me want to
find an Omega, but damn, Ryan won’t let me touch his vampire…The little Omega
even stormed out so I could do nothing about it."
 
“W - why are you telling me this, Geoff?” Burnie tried to maintain his
composure, closing his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to stare at the demon’s
red ones. Geoff smiled a smile that Burnie didn’t need to see in order to feel
it there. It was full of such devious intentions that even the Devil would be
blushing.
 
“I need to calm down some how...can’t be walking around like this,” Geoff took
Burnie’s hand and shot it low to his crotch, forcing the human to feel and rub.
Burnie gasped through gritted teeth, eyes shooting open in surprise as he felt
how hard Geoff was through his jeans. Cock was straining, making an impressive
bulge through the denim that no Omega would resist, and Hell, maybe not even a
human who showed Omega characteristics. Burnie could feel the inflating, hard
knot that Geoff began to sport in his heated state.
 
“God,” Burnie sighed, snatching his hand away from the warmth of Geoff. “No…”
he repeated, but less confident this time. He didn't even realize that his lips
fell loose to where his tongue was peeking out, making Geoff chuckle.
 
“Oh, come on, love,” Geoff purred, obviously getting his speech from Gavin who
had lived with him until he moved out for Ryan. “When will you let one of us
actually do something to you. I’m sure it would help your fear of us.”
 
Burnie bit his lip, his worried eyes wide. “N - no...Only Ryan knows that I’m
actually afraid of you guys…” His palms were beginning to shake and sweat.
 
“Oh, come on. It’s obvious that you fear us. The way you seclude yourself in
your office, the way you try and quickly finish our conversations so you
can coward your way into the bathroom or some other place to find your sanity,
it’s obvious and it doesn’t take a mind reading Head vampire to see that,”
Geoff’s hands were slack and warm against Burnie’s, now, as he pulled them
close. His razor fangs poked through and out of his lip before he purposely
licked around them to show them off. To any Omega, they would swoon, but to
Burnie, he trembled.
 
“I have work to do. Please, leave Geoff,” Burnie finally sat in his seat,
throwing Geoff’s hands away from his. He tried his best to ignore the aroused,
excited demon that was standing beside him as he tried to focus on typing. He
even went so far as to typing random words and letters before it was just a
bunch of jumbled spam that flooded the lines on the blank document.
 
“Come on, Burnie,” purred the demon. He took a finger and tried to tilt
Burnie’s head to the side, but the human was quick the snatch back.
 
“Geoff, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Burnie sighed, looking up at the
demon. Geoff only held a lustful smile that was twisted like barbed wire.
 
“I can smell you...Your blood is flowing and pumping through opened vessels.
You’re excited for me, Burnie - it's all I can do to not taste it,” Geoff
licked his lips. He grabbed a hold of Burnie’s typing hands, growling evilly.
“Stop...I'm sure the random, jumbled shit you're working on can wait..."
 
Geoff's touch - his voice, Burnie shuddered, feeling a cloud nearly engulfing
his entire head. It was fuzzy and swirling and Burnie took a look at the demon
who was smiling loosely, eyes full with want and play, fangs ready to bite. The
human relaxed in Geoff’s touch, sighing as he began to be pulled upward from
his seat to a standing position where the demon’s hands met with the small of
his back, pulling him close. He could feel the immense heat pulsing from the
Gent as they touched.
 
"Fucker, trying to seduce me..." Burnie gritted his teeth, shooting a sharp
look at the demon.
 
"I'm not trying...I'm succeeding,"  Geoff giggled like a little school girl and
that’s when he finally pulled Burnie in for a kiss and the human moaned,
closing his eyes and falling into it as if he tripped and fell. They soon found
a small rhythm between their lips - dancing as Ray and Ryan did earlier; the
human's state was allowing Burnie to begin to enjoy every part of the warmth of
the demon's soft lips that tickled the skin with his mustache. Burnie’s hands
began to grow more and more eager as they traced down the waist of the demon
and soon, there was loose, playful fingers now toying with the impressive bulge
that pressed against Geoff’s pants. The demon snarled proudly, bucking up into
Burnie’s touch and aching for more.
 
"Yes, my Burnie...touch me..." Geoff briefly instructed before kissing the
human once again
 
Tongue was slipping past lips as there was soft moans that the human had made -
moans that would have set any monster off for the kill because the tone of the
little moans and weak and defenseless. Burnie gulped down a thick gulp of cool
air when the demon finally released him, but yet still held on to him tight
with blown lusty eyes and ready and poised fangs.
 
“Lick at me, human…Squeeze at my knot and milk it for all it's worth...” Geoff
show a deep low, making Burnie tremble in his arms. “Don’t fear me…”
 
The cloud that swirled around Burnie’s head was nearly too much to handle as
his eyes rolled back and closed, beginning to lose himself in a world where he
was in Geoff’s arms,  loving the way the demon moved inside of him and
stretching him out so much so, he would be whimpering. The demon's voice and
touches were like little rosey, warm petals that fell on his lips and fingers
every time the demon would lean in for a kiss. It smelled like coffee vanilla
bean between them as the demon snarled, turning Burnie around. The human gasped
and almost squealed as he was bent over his desk at such a fast pace with Geoff
almost immediately rutting up against him, his hardness rubbing and poking at
Burnie’s ass.
 
“Geoff!” Burnie nearly shouted, his mouth hung open in utter shock as he felt
the Alpha demon’s nails digging into his sides.
 
“Let me have you, Burnie…” Geoff was pleading, now. “You and your lush, milky
hips, and that hot blood that flows proud through thick veins - let me have
you.”
 
“Damn you, Geoff,” the warm, welcoming vanilla bean was now freezing into
bitter ice. “Damn you - you just want me for my blood. You’re
just reinforcing of why I should be afraid of you.” Burnie’s fingers were
clamped tight against the desk and with the anger and heat he was feeling, he
was close to snapping the desk into pieces.
 
The demon was whirring like a prideful lion, licking at his fangs before
bending down to lick at Burnie’s ears. “My human - that’s not
all...You’re tasty, but so much more lovely. Don’t you see how the Alphas look
at you from time to time? We can barely keep our eyes off of you.”
 
“It’s because you want to…” Burnie actually blushed from the way
how childish this sounded. “...eat me…” He gritted his teeth, hating how he
sounded like a little three year old that is afraid of the monsters that may
lurk under his bed or in his closet. He heard a howling, barking laugh that the
demon made that sent all of the embarrassed blood straight to his cheeks.
 
“Oh, Burnie, if we wanted to do that…” the demon turned the human over to where
they were facing each other. Geoff was bent so close against Burnie’s face that
he actually pecked a small kiss on the human’s nose before continuing, “...then
we would have already done it…” With that, he brought the human’s wrist up to
his mouth, licking at it lightly. The cloud that surrounded Burnie’s head -
although an icy feel now - prevented Burnie from snatching away, his eyes now
lidded with curiosity.
 
He whimpered at the feel of having his skin lapped at by the demon because of
how pleasant it felt. A little line of saliva coated the carpal area and
tricked down Burnie’s arm - tickling at him to where he was curling his toes
and gritted his teeth, unable to do anything about it.
 
And then, there was teeth - Geoff’s fangs poking out and extending like a
boastful viper and Oh, God, Burnie could not help himself when he cooed at
them. They were so beautiful, sharp, and terrifying - the demon was right to
feel proud. All that remained was curiosity and want and admiration.
 
“D - don’t bite…” the human whimpered, continuing to stare at the sharp teeth.
All of Geoff’s teeth had a pointed edge to them, but the canines stuck out the
most with how thick and bladed they were. Burnie tensed up like a pulley
system, freezing as he felt Geoff beginning to poke his skin with his single
right fang, showing it off to the human.
 
“Can’t Daddy bite?” he smirked, grinding himself into Burnie’s leg. The human
shuddered, melting with eyes that rolled back and closed in complete shock.
“Oh, look at you,” the demon sneered. “If you were a little Omega, I’m sure you
would be so wet for me right now. So wet and opened - ready for my knot to
stretch you out.”
 
Burnie was moaning just like a little babe, biting his lip at the words. His
heart was racing and blood pumped thickly through opened, dilated vessels
infear and excitement. The epinephrine was probably racing through his body in
total confusion of whether to active the flight mechanism of human survival
just because of how scared Burnie was, but also caught in the mix of whether
the human should be aroused with the soft, lusty smile that he was playing on
his lips. He cooed now longingly,  the icy cloud finally taking over his whole
entire being and he smiled, wanting Geoff to take him.
 
“G - Geoff…” he giggle as he felt Geoff kiss his wrist - warm and loving, it
was like he felt safe once again. It felt perfect like nothing he’s ever felt
in the years of working with such frightening monsters. He bite his lip as he
felt himself growing excited, mewling when Geoff rubbed a knee against his
growing hardness.
 
“My human smells so good...so turned on and excited for his Daddy to take him.
Can Daddy bite?” the demon referred back to his little pet name that he loves
to call himself. Burnie felt the demon’s aching cock twitch against his leg and
he aimlessly nodded, eyes hoping and wanting.
 
“I love your fangs, Geoff...They’re so pretty, sharp, and big…” Burnie was
mewling out his praise through a numb tongue. The demon chuckled continuing to
trace his long tongue all around the circumference of Burnie’s wrist before
finally sinking his fangs down into the skin.
 
“God!” Burnie barred down his teeth, whining and then, the ice cloud was gone.
Reality hit like a baseball bat swinging for a home run - only the ball was
Burnie’s face. The human hissed and whined in pain as he felt the demon’s fangs
unbury themselves deep from within the human’s skin. Blood immediately was
oozing out of the wound and Geoff lapped at it like a playful puppy. The
demon’s lusty eyes remained on Burnie’s the entire time. “You fucker,” Burnie
growled, but in all honesty, he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even remotely mad, just
in pain. If Geoff would have totally taken the upper advantage of the human and
done that he came here to do in the first place, then Burnie would have been
angry.
 
But right now, Geoff was kissing at the wound that dripped melted, coppery
roses, lapping it up eagerly and all Burnie could do was watch, wincing from
time to time of how the puncture wounds stung and nipped at his skin.
 
"You taste so fucking lovely, my Burnie," the possessive demon chuckled. "Am I
your first? First to bite and lap at you like this?"
 
The human was dripping whimpers, nodding slowly. The demon chuckled, red eyes
glowing low with bright, blue ink shimmering on his arms.
 
"I love being first..." the demon hummed, taking a final lick at the raw, red
wounds. The skin was raised and swollen, little dips and markings surrounding
the actual site of which the biting took place. Burnie was gasping in pain as
Geoff gave the human back his wrist to whimper over. The demon dipped down into
the human's face kissing his nose. "I'm gonna go now, love. Your taste...calmed
me..." There was a malicious chuckle that rang through the air, making Burnie
shudder as he shot his eyes down the demon's body.
 
There was no tent or straining against the denim anymore.
 
With another final kiss, Geoff mutters some words that were too low for the
human to hear, and perhaps that was a good thing.
 
"I - I'll make sure that the mates aren't messing around in there again..."
Burnie had said. Geoff laughed, heartily.
 
"I don't know, I think it's okay. It gives me an excuse to come see you
again..."
 
"Don't you have that little vampire to play with?" the human's voice was rough
and worn, tired of the cloud that had surrounded him in bliss and allowed Geoff
to take advantage of him.
 
"I'm sure he'll be hanging off my knot sooner than you think. Ryan ain't got
shit on me." Geoff laughed as he exited the office, loving the way the human
gagged in disgust before closing the door.
 
                                       ~
 
“Don’t talk to me,” spat Michael, closing the door to his room, but to no
avail, Ryan opened it up anyway. “Stop!” the Omega shouted, trying to shield
his eyes as if the Alpha were a poisonous gas. Michael was flailing his arms,
trying to swipe his claws and do anything to not have Ryan touch him. His fangs
were aimed, poised in a way that Michael has never had them before because of
the anger that bursted through his veins. He hissed and clawed and spat
dangerous, angry looks so much so that even his eyes were emitting a glow of
their own.
 
If the anger wasn’t directed towards his Alpha, Ryan would have been so
proud to see his Omega like this - like a true predator.
 
“Omega…” Ryan cooed gently - sadly; he only referred to Michael like this
whenever he was sad or disappointed - wanting or just wanting to love, but
Michael would have none of it. It was always such a heartbreak to have your own
Omega reject you - usually it would be vise versa: an Omega being rejected by
an Alpha, but no, not this time. Ryan nearly had tears streaming down his
cheeks when Michael continued to pull away from him. swiping his sharp, yet
tiny claws to cause little kitten scratches against the Alpha’s arms.  
 
“No!” Michael shouted. “What you did was sick and uncalled for! You said
if anyone did that to me, they would would no longer take breath, you would end
them so quick. You taught me to never let my future Alpha or mate take
advantage of me like that, and what do you fucking do? You’re a
fucking hypocrite.We couldn’t even have a nice Let’s Pla--”
 
“Michael!” the Alpha snapped, a low, deep snarl ringing through his chest. His
teeth were grit, fangs showing themselves where they would normally be wooed or
complemented by his mates or Omega, but now Michael was frightened. He shrank
down, ears almost flat, they were so low. There were light groans that the
Omega made, just like an angry mother cat as Ryan got closer to him. He tensed
up, biting his lip with his canines, showing his Alpha, physically, that
he wasn’t afraid when deep down, the sudden bark from his Alpha calling his
name was perhaps the most muscle-freezing, petrifying thing Michael knew. Ryan
drew closer, his hand reaching out to touch Michael’s shoulder and the Omega
vampire bared down, hissing.
 
“You won’t control my emotions, Ryan.”
 
“Michael...my love, please listen to me…” Ryan’s voice was soft - the kind of
soft that always made Michael giggly and happy, knowing his Alpha was near. The
Omega was still tense, but his ears perked up to listen, showing that he
actually took interest in what his Alpha had to say.
 
There was a long pause of them both standing like this; Ryan’s hand was fixated
and touching Michael’s shoulder for relief and de-stress his Omega, but Michael
was still skeptical and tense. He looked into his Alpha’s eyes to see that they
were a bright blue - apologetic.
 
“Michael, I just want you to know that I can do questionable things at time;
you know this…” the Alpha vampire began, his fingers grazing softly against the
shirt of the Omega. Michael made this noise that hurt Ryan like a stab; it
sounded as if his little vampire were to cry any moment now as the Omega was
sniffling, his fangs continuing to press harshly against his red, lush lips.
“Michael, I’m sorry. I just thought...it would be…”
 
“Sexy? Fun?” Michael droned, sighing, brushing Ryan’s hand off of him. “Yeah, I
guess it was…”
 
“I’m sorry, my Omega…” the Alpha apologized, eyes never leaving Michael’s. He
could read his vampire’s thoughts and he winced in pain of how the Omega felt:
so empty, confused, and angry.
 
“I just...I just think it’s unfair that I haven’t presented yet and...yet I can
see them be so happy in their statuses as Omegas,” Michael sighed, crossing his
arms. He finally let go of his lip, retreating his sharp teeth back into his
mouth before releasing a whine of sorrow. “I’m just so jealous of how they can
be so…hot like that…”
 
“Michael, God, I can feel it - it’s so close. You will present one day, my
Omega, and you’ll reach your heat. I’m just so concerned that the other Alphas
will know that you’re about to present soon, as well…” the vampire finally
wrapped protective, loving arms around the Omega, nuzzling his head deep into
the red, curly locks of Michael’s hair. Michael cursed, sniffling once again as
he breathed in deep his Alpha’s scent and trying his very best to find some
comfort in the peppery cinnamon that the Alpha’s shirt had to offer.
 
It was times like that where Michael just wanted to lick at Ryan’s neck
and taste how the Gent smelled. It would be so spicy and good, the Omega would
just whine for more, kisses and licks would be exchanged along with loving
words and happy thoughts. This is what Michael missed the most.
 
“I’m sorry I snapped…” Michael whimpered, fingers clutching tight in his
Alpha’s shirt. “I just miss you so much...Seeing you do that...m - made me lose
it… I thought it was just so…”
 
“It was very disrespectful, Michael, and I’m sorry,” Ryan finished, arms laced
tight around his Omega’s waist. He nosed at the coppery curls of the Omega
before kissing his scalp. “And I promise that I’ll be here for you more often.
My little Omega is about to present and I’m missing it…” the Alpha whined,
cursing himself. “I’ve raised you ever since you were a tiny boy and I’m about
to miss you presenting…”
 
“Ryan, it’s okay,” Michael cooed. “Don’t get all soft on me,” the vampire gave
a tensed smiled, hoping to not see Ryan making such a sad face or, Hell, even
have tears dripping in his eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t. When he looked up to
meet his Alpha’s eyes, all he saw was love and happiness. Ryan was the first to
lean in, cupping his Omega’s face as they met in for a kiss that was warm
and deep.
 
If Michael had a tail, it would be wagging in happiness.
 
***** Blast from the Past I: Gavin/Dan I *****
Chapter Summary
     What Gavin's and Dan's relationship was - and what Gavin wanted it to
     be.
Chapter Notes
     A lot of people have been curious about Gavin's past so here it is :
     ) the next chapter or two will be dedicated to showing at what
     Gavin's and Dan's relationship was like.
     Have an idea? Prompt request or scene suggestion for this fic? Click
     here~
     There is a tiny bit of some 'royalverse'-type dream and I would love
     to say that I was so eagerly inspired by Emono with her royalverse~
     Please go read it if you haven't already, it is pure beauty.
                                     ^^^^^
                                        
 
Dan always grew weak whenever Gavin kissed him. It wasn't anything metaphorical
or symbolic about the fact that he actually grows physically weak whenever
Gavin kissed him or touched him in such a questionable way. The poor incubus
would always look up to through hazy, sleepy eyes whenever Gavin finished their
kissing session. Dan never really understood why kissing or cuddling was such a
necessity for a wendigo such as Gavin, but it never ceased to fail - every
night right before bedtime (or at least, the time that Dan would make Gavin to
fall asleep) Gavin was straddling his hips on top on the transformed incubus
and kissing his friend's lips as wet and as deep as he could afford.

Gavin would moan in pleasure and want as he ground himself into the Alpha,
sharp, tiny claws picking and pinning against the transformed incubus' human
skin. Dan, at times, would have to stop the session and just gasp for breath.
He would love it when he heard the wendigo coo or purr so loud and deep that
Dan would smile through his lidded eyes, chucking so soft yet so weak. He would
always love to have his friend to this and although Gavin has never
clarified why it was important for wendigos to have a fond friend to do this
to, he was more than happy than to allow Gavin to do it; not matter what, even
if it made him weak.

"Dan, do I take the life out of you?" Gavin asked right before settling his
chest against the Alpha's and leaning in for a nice hug.

"Oh, B..." the incubus laughed."Just can barely handle any romantic or sexual
notions while being 'physical', you know that. Only thrive in dreams...feeling
hard only in dreams."

The Omega hummed before finally getting off of the Alpha's lap, strutting his
hips side to side before looking back at the Alpha. "No wonder I don't feel
that cock of yours twitch whenever I kiss you. And all this time, I thought I
was ugly." He took a couple of steps, assuring himself that he was walking in
such a way that the Alpha wouldn’t help but notice. When Dan presented, it was
probably one of the most amazing days that the Omega has yet to experience. Dan
seemed to be so proud and Gavin was nearly aching and dying to look at his cock
- it was just the first thing on his mind. The Alpha did not mind, not at all.
He learned that it was just nature for a wendigo to want to know what his
member looked like because it was meant for breeding, especially the knot. He
had never shown Gavin, though; he was too fearful that he would cause the
wendigo to fall into heat if he were to touch or lick at it.

Dan is usually not the one to be boastful or proud - Hell, especially about his
cock or knot - but he was the one to always remain safe. When Gavin first fell
into heat, he could literally do nothing about it and now, he is too afraid to
do anything about it now that he’s presented.

"B, you're beautiful," Dan finally sighed out nearly what seemed like a yawn
after a slight pause and he was true to his word. “The most gorgeous being I’ve
ever seen in my entire life.”

"If I'm so beautiful and if that’s so true, why don't you visit me in my
dreams?" the wendigo playfully laughed, sticking out his tongue, however there
was a line of offense that bordered the tone. Dan laughed weakly, adjusting
himself on the couch before looking at his friend.

"I know what you dream of, B. Don't think I don't. You dream of me as your
mate. You dream of laying on a soft, plush bed with silky linens on, waiting
for me to take you. You dream of being a princess and I, your prince."

The wendigo was blushing now, his smile never fading. When he spoke, it was
shaky and unsure. "Am I beautiful in my bed? You think I am?"

The Alpha nodded in reply, eyes still heavy and lidded.“You’re the most
beautiful. My beautiful friend.”

“What if I want to be more than friends, B?” Gavin whimpered, a sad smile still
stretching on his lips. He shifted his hips slightly and the Alpha couldn’t
help but stare at the hypnotic movement. Wendigos do not have a form of
seduction on their own - mystical, that is - but Gavin’s plump hips with his
thin waist and legs were practically suffocating.

“Gav, you know I love you. I just have...t - too much respect for you,
though.”Gavin’s smile disappeared and Dan then knew he said the wrong words. It
was almost as if Gavin’s face had shattered into an expression of heartbreak
and horror at the words and Dan cursed himself. “B, you know I didn’t mean it
like that--”

“What are you trying to say?!” Gavin threw his hands down at his hips, so
emotional and distressed that the Alpha bared up all of his strength to stand
up and try to walk towards the Omega, a protecting and defending purr coming
from his lips.

“B, love -- dear, please don’t be like this. You know what I mean. I - I’m an
incubus. I’m a devil, B, and a devil has no business with being with such a
lovely Omega such as you.”

“You can be with me,” Gavin spat. “I’m just thinking that you’re afraid of
being committed to me as a mate...You’re a bloody tease -- so lovely and so
strong. You’re perfect for me, Dan. I dream about my mates and you’re
an incubus! We’re perfect together - so much so, it was almost meant to be.
We’ve been friends since we have been little -- ”

“And I want it to...r - remain like that,” Dan cursed himself, squeezing his
eyes shut and knowing that with almost each word that he continued to say, it
would be the wrong one. He felt sharp, uncomforting claws digging into his
skin. They had the intention of hurting him, but Dan’s thick, Alpha skin
honestly felt no pain. He winched however, trying to convince the Omega in
front of him that he was, in fact, hurting him.

There was a pissy face that Gavin made - all pouty and angry just like a little
boy who didn’t get what he wanted for Christmas. “You know why you won’t be my
mate, Dan? It’s because you’re a fucking mong, that’s what it is.”

“Gavin!” Dan hissed, not believing the words that the Omega was telling him. He
grabbed at Gavin’s arms, making the Omega shrink back at such a notion for the
Alpha to make. “You know I love you. You’re my best friend in all of the world
and nothing will ever change that, no matter how mad you get at me. I can be
your Alpha...but not your mate,” Dan’s voice was faded - almost slipping away
from the physical realm and he closed his eyes to remain focused. He was weak
and the yelling was making him weaker. “If I wanted to,” he continued, soft and
slow, “then I wouldn’t even appear to you...I could just stay in the other
realm of dreams and never see you again until at night but no; I run myself on
what seems to be like a battery supply for you. For...you,” Dan slipped down,
on his knees and his hands remaining on Gavin’s arms. “Call me your Alpha…”

The Omega’s claws finally retreated back and Gavin also got on his knees, a
look of worry on his face. “B…” he said. “I - I…My Alpha?” The Omega whimpered
at the term, his fingers tight and clenched in fists as they grabbed at Dan’s
shirt so that the incubus would not fall completely on the floor.

“Your Alpha...M - My Omega,” the Alpha smiled before he sighed. “Gavin, I’m
weak. W - we can deal with this tomorrow…” Dan whispered. “You know I love
you…”

“Dan…Alpha...” Gavin’s fingers traced over Dan’s face His eyes were nearly
closed shut, but he manage the tiniest of smiles. “I didn’t mean to call you a
mong, Alpha...I - I…”

“You’re moody,” Dan said. “It’s okay…Goodnight, B...sweet dreams.”

“Visit me tonight, yeah?” Gavin whimpered, kissing the forehead of the Alpha.
He felt Dan grow limp, his chest rising and falling at such slow a speed that
it only seemed that he did it five times before he stopped all together.

There were tears in Gavin’s eyes as he kissed the warm, pliant lips that
belonged to the Alpha before he finally told himself to let go of him and
without another word except for a little whimpering, mournful moan, he left and
went into their room.
                                       ~
“My princess...I can smell you - such rosey peppermints. The scent is driving
me mad,” the Alpha had said, his hands planting themselves on each side of
Gavin’s face. He straddled and hovered over the Omega who wore a small tiara
that rested perfectly on his antlers and he was dressed with shimmery pink and
red. The frills of his gown were bordered with roses and glitter that dazzled
in the dim light that the owned - a candle that sat on the nearby counter of
the bed. “God, I’ve only been here for a minute and yet I can already smell you
- so wet and dripping for me, my tiny girl --”

The Alpha stopped himself mid sentence just to lean down and kiss the Omega,
warm and deep. Gavin yipped happily, wrapping tight arms around the younger
Brit. When they parted, the princess was quick to open himself, spreading his
legs wide with a soft smile on his face. The Alpha chuckled, carelessly taking
perverted, feeling hands and immediately dipping them in between the wet thighs
of the princess, groaning softly at the warmth that coated his fingers almost
immediately.

“You smell just like the church when we practically anoint the floors with such
wonderful fragrance oil after we perform the rosary. Have you been having sins
to confess, dear princess?”

“What are my sins, Dan? My sin is you and that’s all I have to confess,” the
Omega was getting antsy, his fingers beginning to curl around the soft cloth
and fabrics that the prince wore and also his cape that adorned all the way
down to where they lapped around the princess’ legs.

“I don’t care if I’m your sin. I’m not Catholic anyhow.”

“Doesn’t matter what you are or the air you breathe, my prince, you are my
Alpha and you will remain that way - my sin or not,” Gavin kissed at the chin
of the Prince before settling himself back on the comforting mattress again,
spreading himself and whining a heated Omega sound, causing the Alpha to purr
deeply.

“You make me so happy, my Omega,” Dan whispered.

“As do you, my Alpha,” Gavin replied back, his fingers toying in the very
short, dark locks of the Alpha.The transformed incubus began to sink low, his
lips grazing just about the thighs of the Omega, facial hair teasingly tickling
at the wendigo, causing the Omega to whimper in pleasure. 

“May I lick, my queen?” the Alpha took slick fingers and began to dip them into
the curves of the cheeks of the warm Omega. The wendigo purred contently at the
utter compliment, but shook his head.

“I am no queen, you silly Alpha knave, not yet at least - you still have to
have the gall to ask me my hand in marriage,” Gavin whimpered and gasped,
bucking his plump hips upward when he felt the Alpha’s fingers beginning to
poke at his entrance. “Stop playing - you’re permitted to have me, my prince…”

“Have such a flawless gift as you is just more than I could ask for or
deserve,” Dan whispered, kissing the princess finally before beginning to lick
all downward, lifting the Omega’s gown upward until it bunched up at his
stomach. The wendigo whimpered, faltering his head backward and cursing as he
felt his antler hitting the wall from such a notion. When he opened his eyes,
however, he looked in worried fear; his eyes were fixated on the farthest wall,
attention completely taken away from the Alpha who was poking and rubbing at
him. 

“Are you frightened, my dear?” Dan asked once against before kissing the
Omega’s slick, harden cock.

“Concerning me highly, I feel that there is another presence among us…” Gavin
continued to look towards the wall, watching as the black prensence  suddenly
moving so slightly. Gavin's mouth gasped open in complete shock as he looked at
the creature whose features were obscure of any features.

It had wings - Gavin could see those silhouetted wings stretched out and poised
so dramatically against the wall, almost acting like a shadow. He stood tall
and straight, his face fixated on the two, although there were no visible
feature to tell where his eyes were looking.

“Who goes there?” Dan asked, his face turning back towards the shadow and
gasping suddenly when he saw it move ever so slightly a hand. His wings, sharp
and nearly angel-like, fluttered lightly as he responded to the feel of being
spotted.

Gavin shuddered, pulling Dan close and whimpering such an Omega noise that Dan
/growled/. The creature in the corner was now stanced defensively, shouldered
tensed and wings poised - almost to attack. The tension laid there what seemed
like a fortnight until the creature finally spoke.

"So you dream of an imposter, just because you feared I wouldn't visit you." It
stepped into the light - just a single step - to where his features finally
showed themselves.

His eyes were a dazzling green that shimmered just like the beautiful gown that
Gavin wore. The light traced the outline of his muscles and moved so smoothly
down his body along with his wings which now gave a mighty movement, bringing a
gust of wind across the two who laid in bed and moving Gavin's gown freely
along with the covers. He possessed horns, four of them total which two placed
each side on the crown of his head.

Lastly, Gavin saw that his skin was a deep tint of red that mixed in with his
normal light skin and the princess in his own dream had gasped when he
recognized the friendly, loving face that was his /true/ Alpha.

The incubus smiled, revealing sharp, even teeth that poked at his lip. It was
then that Gavin felt the 'human' form of Dan that was his prince disappear from
his arms and now all what was left of the dream was Gavin in a room of
darkness, staring at the glittering, green light that was his Alpha's true eyes
- his true form.

"Hello, B..."

                                       *

Gavin woke up, panting hard, and with wide eyes.
                                       ~
"You're a filthy bloke," Gavin hit Dan with the pillow when he walked out of
the room. It was mid-morning and although Gavin woke up in the middle of the
night, Dan was no where to be found and so the wendigo fell back asleep,
desperately looking in different corners and crevasses of his dream to see the
incubus' figure again. He did not.

"Good morning, love," Dan smiled, wrapping Gavin in a hug. "Slept well."

"You know I did -- you scared the living tar out of me," the wendigo leaned
into the hug, care of his antlers to knock against the incubus' head. "You
lurking in the shadows - I nearly pissed myself."

"You actually dreamed of my human form," the Alpha chuckled. "Me licking at
you."

"God, Dan, I never knew you look like that...fucking beautiful - wish could see
you like that all the time instead of this human form. No offense but at times
I'm so tempted to take a bite from you..." the Omega's eyes were longing and
wanting, he made a small noise that caused the Alpha to tense up - a whimper
and a whine that caused Dan to purr boastful like from how much the Omega was
longing for him.

"You want to me sometimes, huh?" Dan chuckled, purposely licking his lips.
"What's wrong, B? All hungry for me?"

"Your human form makes me hungry at times, but I have to remind myself that
this isn't the real you. What I am hungry for is..." the Omega was purring,
dancing his fingers against the shirt of the Alpha. He gave a small kiss on
Dan's cheek, causing the incubus to shudder. "...your true form, Alpha.
Positively gorgeous."

Not as gorgeous as how you looked. You and your gown - the little tiara on your
head...You looked positively amazing...God, if I can be honest, I was jealous
of that imposter Dan being at your lap and thighs like that...should've been
me."

"Then why did you just stand there? Why didn't you come and take what you
wanted?" the wendigo was purring, his fingers curling around Dan's arms. The
Alpha groaned, pursing his lips.

"You were scared of me."

"You merely just startled me," Gavin cooed, nosing at Dan's cheek. "You
standing there, you should've just come over and have me..."

"B, that's wrong of me to think that about you...It's so perverted. I'm such a
twisted, sick creature --"

"You're gorgeous, Alpha," Gavin cooed, nuzzling his nose against the
transformed incubus. "My lovely Alpha,” the words were still tingling on
Gavin’s tongue whenever he said them.

"My lovely Omega," Dan purred, smiling at the nuzzling, sighing as he felt just
the sliver of energy seeping away just like his exhaled breath. "You deserve so
much better than me. Some loyal Alpha will sweep you into their arms and kiss
you without falling weak..."

"Nonsense," Gavin whimpered. "You're my Alpha. .If you would just visit me in
my dreams more often, we can kiss...and -- “ the wendigo leaned up to finally
connect their lips together. Dan gave the lightest moan, cheeks lighting up at
the mere thought of Gavin’s innuendo when the Omega gave most loving purr that
Dan had heard all of his life. He shuddered, a spark of life beginning to
flame, just it did before when he heard the desperate words of the Omega during
his first heat.

“B, I’d…” Dan’s words were fumbling as he took his arms and lightened the hug
to where they were almost apart. He finally let go of Gavin before Dan cleared
his throat saying soft, “I’ll get breakfast started…”
                                     ~~~~
While preparing for the Slow Mo Guys, Dan was preparing to load the paint gun
before taking a look at Gavin. The Omega was settling the camera on top of the
stands, pressing the Phantom Flex onto to cradle. The wendigo’s agitated breath
was thick through the chill of the air - huffing and puffing until Dan was
smiling.

“You nervous, B?” he asked. “Don’t worry too much about it.”

“You’re about to shoot me in the ass; how could I not be nervous?” The wendigo
finally set up the camera, preparing to shoot until he gasp, hearing a the
sound of the paintball gun shooting. He heard the sound of small popping and he
quickly turned around, biting his lip nervously, but his head dipped down in
defense when he saw that Dan was shooting towards the woods and not in his
direction. The Alpha was laughing.

“It’s literally like trying to shoot a deer,” the incubus laughed, his gun
settling by his waist. He had a bright smile that Gavin couldn't help but lick
his lips over -the attractive human-Alpha was getting him all jittery. It
seemed exciting for Dan to do this to him, as sick and as twisted as it may
seem. The Omega chuckled, ears perked up and his smile replying to the Alpha's.

“Piss off; it’s cold. Let’s just get this over with,” the wendigo was beginning
to unbutton his belt, sliding it off and once he did, his pants sagged low. The
Alpha frowned, his eyes widening in curiosity and when he saw just a sliver of
milky colored hip peeking out and lighting up in the sun. He was completely
fixated on the Omega who was beginning to peer at himself, looking at his own
hips and massaging them to warm the muscles.

Dan couldn’t help but pursing his lips tight and closed. He looked away, a
small, defending growl whirring out ever so softly - a subconscious look of the
Alpha willing to protect from any other being near with their wandering eyes.
Dan honestly had to remind himself that they were secluded with no one else
around. Dan tensed up, the gun faltering in his grasp as he continued to look
at the wendigo .

“What’s wrong, B?” Gavin asked, voice so innocent and unknowing. He pulled his
pants back onto his waist, giggling soft and happy.

“Nothing, Omega,” Dan answered, clearing his throat. He cocked the gun, smiling
light. “Just caught my attention’s all.”
***** Blast from the Past II: Gavin/Dan II *****
Chapter Summary
     The one thing that Dan just wants to do right: be the proper Alpha
     that Gavin deserves.
Chapter Notes
     Have an idea? Prompt request or scene suggestion for this fic? Click
     here~
                                     ~~~~


Dan hands were sinking low on the Omega’s hips as they laid together, his nose
pressing into the short, sandy locks of Gavin’s hair. Gavin laid just a little
awkwardly with his head tilting just a little back due to his antlers pressing
into the couch. Dan didn’t mind, however, as he happy breathed in the clean,
loving scent of the older Omega. The wendigo radiated heat and seared through
to Dan’s hands as he began to rub lightly. There were soft, happy coos that
Gavin had made of which made the incubus begin to purr, his eyes closing to the
soothing, relaxing sound.
 
It was almost like a lullaby, along with the low volume of the T.V being the
only other sound between them. Dan could nearly feel himself slipping away
physically from the soft, loving purrs that rang through his hand from the
vibration.
 
“You sound like a happy cat, love,” Dan whispered, his nose beginning to nuzzle
warmly, into the Omega. He smelled of cherry shampoo and his natural peppermint
musk that reminded the incubus of Christmas holiday and created the pure feel
of nostalgia.
 
“I am happy, Dan,” Gavin giggled. “Happy with you.”
 
“My happy Omega,” Dan whispered, feeling his fingertips begin to fall numb as
they adjusted to the hip of the Omega. “You smell so good.”
 
“Thank you, Alpha,” Gavin cooed, pressing his back against Dan’s body. The
Alpha responded with tightening his arms around the wendigo, pressing weakening
and tiny kisses against the Omega’s scalp. It was like little pinpricks of
energy leaving his body with each peck of the lips, but Dan did not care. He
was settled happily, hugging at Gavin’s hip and purring as a loud, proud Alpha.
“You seem in such a happier mood, B, compared to a week ago. You actually want
to kiss me now.”
 
“ ‘ve always loved kissing you, B,” the Alpha replied. “Just makes me weak, is
all.”
 
“Love you, B, my Alpha, willing to do that for me,” Gavin said, beginning to
sit up from the laying position. He perched himself on his legs of the Alpha
until Dan began to sit up as well, but only to prop himself up on his elbows as
the wendigo was straddling his legs, practically. “My pretty Alpha; why don’t
you visit me in my dreams anymore?”
 
“I’m there. I just hide…” the incubus, hummed lightly when he felt Gavin’s legs
tighten a bit. “I like to just sit back and watch. My Omega, I’ve been enjoying
your lovely dreams of us.”
 
“Been trying to dream of you in your true form... " Gavin licked at the air
teasingly. "Haven't been successful."
 
"You've only seen me in dim light... Perhaps that is why."
 
Gavin shrugged his s shoulders. "Don’t you see why we should be together now?”
Gavin whispered, planting his hands on the incubus’ chest, massaging it lightly
- just to have something to do with his hands. “We’re meant to be, B." His head
tilted to the side, allowing his antlers to move slightly. The Alpha believed
it was one of the most adorable things he'd ever seen.
 
“Gavin, dear,” the Alpha smiled. “You’re pretty and I love you…” he wanted to
say more, but Gavin shushed him, pressing his lips against the Alpha’s after he
sank his body low until he was laying on top of the Alpha, their chests
together, almost.
 
Dan shushly moaned into the kiss his eyes closed and his arms around the
wendigo. His arms were twitching along with his toes as it seemed that his
blood grew thinner and he cursed himself for not being proper and physical like
a true being. He parted that kiss after a few seconds and gasped, his eyes
lidded and tired.
 
“B, I can’t...I can barely handle this…”
 
“Then let me dream, B...and you can visit me…You wanted it before, remember?
You wanted it while I was in my heat and I was all messy and wet for you. You
were nearly begging for me to fall asleep so that I can dream and you
can take me,” Gavin’s voice fell in a whisper, adding emphasis on his words and
sending pulsing shudders down the spine of the incubus.
 
“Gavin, that was different...you needed it and I didn’t know what else to do…”
 
“I need it again, B, more than anything,” Gavin whimpered rubbing his nose
against Dan’s, their lips just slightly rubbing against each other. The Alpha
was cold and weakening, his breath light as he slowly began to move as well,
finally pressing their lips together.
 
“My Omega…” Dan inhaled the wendigo's scent as he leaned his head into the
crook of Gavin's neck. "That was different..." his voice was drifting away as
he inhaled the peppermint even more so. He heard Gavin chirp happily as he
relaxed his body to allow the Alpha to continue to smell at him. The warmth of
each other was so soothing that even Dan began to purr.
 
"Doesn't seem so different to me, B..." Gavin leaned in for a kiss, his lips
cupping against Dan's.
 
The incubus let him, feeling the sleep and tingling beginning to overbear him
and letting him sink further into the couch. It was almost as if he were being
subdued by the wendigo and he enjoyed every bit of it.
 
"You're smell is intoxicating..." Dan whispered. "I must have more..."
 
"What's so different about my smell today compared to any other day, love?"
Gavin's fingers were lazily curled against Dan's hair, his face so close that
his lips were rubbing against the incubus' with the way he talked. "I've done
nothing to make it stronger."
 
"I don't know, it is just so..." he paused to breathe in more, slightly moaning
at the softness of it. The peppermint seemed to take the very life of him,
causing Dan to purr happy and proud when he actually allowed himself to drag
his tongue ever so light and careful at the glands of the sweet, tempting
scent. "... riveting..." Dan pressed his lips against hot skin that belonged to
the Omega, kissing it small and sweet.
 
Gavin giggled, feeling joy as he felt the Alpha actually taking the time to
kiss him, despite the obstacles of growing weak. "Perhaps it is that protective
Alpha finally coming out of you. Just sitting here and enjoying my smell."
 
"I can't get enough," the incubus' fingers were now tight against the Omega's
arms, clamping hard and wanting. "Jesus, I want more..."
 
"Sit up, love," the wendigo hummed. "Perhaps I want to lick and smell at you as
well..."
 
Dan obeyed, no longer propping himself on his elbows as he immediately began to
push Gavin back, his lips hungrily connecting to the Omega's. Gavin whimpered
in shock, but gratefully kissed at his Alpha back, lapping his tongue against
him. Hot breath was passed between them before Gavin pulled the Alpha away from
him, eyes blown and wanting.
 
"I'm sorry..." Dan barely whispered, his hands now cupping the wendigo's
cheeks. "I - I don't know what's coming over me..."
 
Gavin only smiled bright, giggling softly before taking the Alpha's hands and
kissing them lightly. "We're connected, B..."
 
Dan whimpered at the tingling that zapped his energy from his body. His fingers
seemed to be aflame from the tiny kisses that the Omega set on him and he
groaned as he felt his eyes grow lidded.
 
"I want to be with you, Dan..." Gavin gave a soft noise that the Alpha couldn't
tell was happy or not. "I can feel that we are meant to be..."
 
"Gavin..." Dan could feel the slight rumble in his chest - a protective whirr.
"Gavin, I want that as well, but..." he placed a loving hand on the Omega's
cheek. There was a heart breaking frown that Gavin had made and almost cause
the Alpha to growl from how sad it was. "I'm not meant for you..."


                                      ~~~


"America? You're actually following through with that?" Dan was surprised when
he saw that half of their closet was now empty. Gavin's stuff was all gone -
all except for his normal everyday wear. Even the Phantom Flex was missing. The
Alpha’s fists were tight and pressed as he saw Gavin walking into the room, a
pout on his face.
 
"You thought I was joking?" Gavin halfly spat, continuing to move a last box
out of the room. He was still upset about the constant rejection of the Alpha
that happened a couple of days ago on the couch. He's gone so far as to
sometimes not even speak to Dan. "I told you England is no place for me with my
dream."
 
"You've never dreamed about film!" Dan raised his voice just below an angry
snarl. "I should know."
 
"What are you telling me of my dreams?! You know nothing of me anyhow!"
 
"How can you say that?!" Dan's teeth were grit now, seething breaths of rage at
the truth. "No, Gavin, I refuse for you to go --"
 
"You refuse?!" Gavin gave a pathetic, bitter snarl, waking close to the Alpha
and actually trying to stand off to him. His head was low, antlers stanced and
barred in defense. "How dare you actually try and stop me from doing what I
wish with how sorry of an Alpha that you've been."
 
Dan growled, and he lunged slightly, just to become taller than the older
Omega. The wendigo shrank back, a pitiful whimper seeping from his lips as he
looked up towards the Alpha. His eyes were enraged and radiating an irated
green. Gavin couldn’t help but just dip his down a little in self defense to
see the angry Alpha huffing at him with closed fists and a raised voice.
 
"I've tried being nice to you. What the fuck do you want from me? Now you've
gone so far as to try and run away from me?! Are you really that insane?!”
 
The Omega looked up and whimpered; there were threatening beads of tears that
were seeping across his eyes, adding a light, shining glaze across the lens.
“Run away from you?” he nearly sobbed. “You’re calling me insane - this has
been my plan since the start, Dan…”
 
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” the Alpha huffed, running his hands through
his hair, looking at his wendigo with an appalled expression. “All this time
you could’ve proposed it, but instead you decide to fucking pack everything and
leave?”
 
“I - I didn’t…” the wendigo fell on his rear, ending up in the couch that held
the same warmth and smells from the few days ago when Dan was scenting him. So
romantic and loving - suddenly turned into dismay and sadness. “I was just
trying to make a point…”
 
“What’s the fucking point then, Gavin?!” the Alpha raised his voice again,
causing the Omega to shrink and weep glossy tears to stream down his cheeks. He
had every intent to upset Dan, but he never know just how upset the Alpha would
really be. Gavin thought that he would walk out of that door proud and
independent, but for the moment, that was the last thing he wanted to do. All
that was on his mind now was apology and remorse - his eyes wide and weeping
for forgiveness from the angry Alpha. When the Omega answered the Alpha, his
voice was low and barely audible, but trying.
 
“I want to go to America for my dreams of film, Dan...You aren’t going to stop
me…” Gavin wiped his face, setting himself back on his feet and looked at the
Alpha.
 
“Gavin, no --”
 
“Dan, I don’t care what you say, I’m --”
 
“You aren’t going alone!”
 
The room seemed to shake ever so slightly, the wendigo’s eyes now wide with
interest and shock. Dan began to walk towards him, his eyes still litted with
anger from the Omega’s defiance, but there was care in them; care and love and
just concern. “The thought of you leaving me, I don’t even want to think about
it…” the incubus sighed. “I’ll be damned if you leave me, Omega…”
 
He took Gavin’s hands into his sand frowned, closing his eyes as he held them.
He could feel the worry and fear the came from the wendigo’s fingertips as they
fidgeted and twitched with tiny vibrations of the muscles. It seemed that a
tornado came in - a whirlwind full of anger and rage and just as quickly as it
began, it left and caused the room to be so damaged that neither of them said a
word; they were so full of trauma and dismay, they were too fragile to say
anything.
 
The Omega tightened his fangs around the Alpha and finally dared himself to
speak.
 
“You - you still call me yours after what I did? After what I said?...” Gavin
interlocked his fingers against Dan’s, ears low and flat in sadness. His
fingers were still trembling nervously as he felt the hot breath of the incubus
beginning to move the stray strands of his hair. The Alpha let out a soft growl
in response to the fear that the Omega showed, but he nodded.
 
“Gavin, I’m just glad I caught you before you had a chance to do anything,” the
incubus’ voice was low and possessive - soft, however. Gavin whimpered
apologetically before finally allowing himself to lean into Dan’s touch.
 
“I get so stupid at times, B…”
 
“I know, love…” the Alpha weakly smiled. “We both do.”
 
“Are you serious in talking about going to the U.S with me?” Gavin asked, light
and
hopeful. He pulled away from Dan’s touch just enough to look at the Alpha’s
eyes. They were slightly cloudy with the previous adrenaline that raced through
his veins from the anger that he felt from the wendigo’s outbursts.
 
“I know how much you love the camera, Gav. The U.S would be perfect for us;
it’s just…” Dan huffed out a small breath. “It just angered me that you
actually planned leaving without me...and actually thinking of leaving me; I
couldn’t stand it,” Dan cleared his throat before nuzzling his head against the
Omega’s. “And you calling me a sorry Alpha, God --”
 
“I didn’t mean any of it, Dan…” Gavin hugged Dan tightly. “I love you so much,
I just…”
 
“I know how much you want me as a mate, B, but you don’t know what I’m like
outside of this realm. I’m not like this protective, loving Alpha you see now -
I’m something different. Gavin, I love you too much to do that to you and let
you be a victim of having me to be in your dreams. Just have me as your friend,
would you? It’s for the best, promise.”
 
Gavin shivered in his arms and the Alpha whirred low, feeling the trembling and
smelling the absolute disappointment off of his Omega. He could feel the heat -
the whining, weeping heat beginning to drip off of the cheeks off of the
wendigo and seeping into Dan’s shirt as the Omega clung to him.
 
“Please, B, don’t cry. My Omega, don’t cry…” Dan hugged at Gavin tight and
possessive, placing soft, weakening kisses on the wendigo’s temple.
 
“I love you, Dan…” Gavin shook gloomily in the Alpha’s arms. “I’ll try not to
think about it too much…”


                                     ~~~~


"I feel warm, Dan. Warm and...odd."
 
Dan looked up from his book to see the wendigo standing there fresh out of bed
and still in his sleeping shirt and boxers. His hair was strewn and messy along
with the lightest bit of water in his eyes from the sleep.
 
“Morning, pretty. What’s wrong?” Dan stood up from the couch and went to
Gavin’s side. He placed the back of his head against the wendigo’s sweaty,
slick forehead and hissed in surprise.
 
“God, B, are you sick or something?”
 
“I don’t feel sick, love,” Gavin shrugged. “I just feel...mushy…”
 
Dan raised a puzzling eyebrow. “ ‘Mushy’?”
 
Gavin nodded, whimpering delicately, but happily as he leaned into the Alpha,
nosing at Dan’s neck and smiling. “You smell really nice Dan. New scent
cologne?” The Omega giggled, nosing at Dan’s neck and rubbing his lips across
the skin. The Alpha froze, his lips pursed. Gavin was purring loud and mewing
soft like a kit as he then began to trace his tongue ever so slightly out,
licking slow and teasingly at Dan. The incubus cooed softly, feeling the warmth
that was emanating from the wendigo, breathing in deep. The intense flavor of
peppermint filled him, causing him to purr deep and longingly.
 
“No, nothing new, B. You smell nice, though.”
 
“Thank you, Alpha,” the wendigo purred. “You smell so amazing as well, love.
Silky lavender - almost lulling me to sleep.” He pressed his lips against the
Alpha’s skin, taking his tongue and dabbing lightly. The sounds of Omega
purring and whimpering were soon high in Dan’s ears causing him to hug his arms
tight around the wendigo, looking with protective eyes. He always loved it when
Gavin was like this - all bubbly and happy, even if he is a little scent drunk.
The Alpha just took this to his advantage and began to lick at Gavin’s head,
purring as well when he heard the soft, whining coos from his Omega to show how
much he wanted his Alpha.
 
But soon, Dan gasped, pushing the Omega slightly away when he breathed
in deep the musky air that was overtaken by the cloud of Gavin’s scent. It was
pure rosey peppermint that chilled down Dan’s spine and causing him to growl
jealously, his hands clamping tight on the Omega’s thighs. His eyes were now
defensive with big, dilated pupils and a possessive snarl on his face.
He knew that strong scent - it wasn’t like any other. It was deep and
overbearing and crying to have all attention.
 
“Oh, God, Gavin,” the Alpha whispered, his face softening when he saw Gavin
giggling in his arms, whimpering light and fair. His voice when just under a
whisper as he leaned into Dan’s ear, licking at it so teasingly before he
finally spoke.
 
“I’m all wet, Alpha…” he released a soft sound of pleasure - and to an
Alpha, vulnerability - before pressing himself against Dan’s body, making sure
their stomachs and groins were grinding into each other. “I think that’s why I
feel all ‘mushy’.”
 
“Oh, gracious, Gavin,” Dan muttered, inhaling even more of the strong smells
that seemed to asphyxiate him from the regular air that he should be breathing.
His eyes were lidded and fingers were tight and pushing against the Omega’s
thighs. He felt another involuntary growl come from his lips before he allowed
himself to finally cup Gavin’s face in his hands and kiss him as deeply as he
could afford.
 
The Omega moaned deep and low into the kiss, allowing the Alpha to take
control. Dan’s strong hands were settling down flat and tight onto Gavin’s hips
as they were enticed by the kiss with lapping tongues and closed eyes. They
licked at each other - Dan pressing his tongue against the sharp teeth of the
Omega. It felt like pressing skin against a toothed razor comb, but the Omega’s
teeth did not hurt him. Instead, he moaned light, feeling the ebbing strength
of his body while he continued to kiss at his Gavin..
 
They soon parted, heavy breath and excited. Gavin’s eyes were big and wanting,
his fingers lingering against Dan’s shirt, pulling and tugging on it to hold
his balance on his feet.
 
“Alpha,” he moaned. “I - I want you so badly…”
 
“B,” Dan was breathless, feeling the Omega tugging on him and pulling him
downward until they both plopped on the couch, the Omega below and the Alpha
clumsily falling on top.
 
Dan dug his knee into Gavin’s rear, calling the Omega to whine like a pup,
digging backwards into the cushions of the couch. He allowed Dan to settle on
top of him, rutting and rubbing his knees into the wendigo’s wet, thighs and
rear. Dan’s nails were blunt, but they dug as deep as they could into the
Omega’s back, practically clawing at him. Their lips connected again, desperate
and needy - all instinct taking over the two when they kissed and licked at
each other like this.
 
It was Gavin’s scent - Dan could smell the Omega approaching his heat. It was
so unbearably close - just a little more and it would have been over the edge
and completely full blown. The incubus growled against Gavin’s lips before he
pulled apart with lidded, weak eyes.

“Jesus, Gavin, I know why I’m acting like this now…”
 
“Don’t stop, you loose nut,” Gavin whined, kicking his feet against Dan as he
squirmed under him. It was quite close and claustrophobia-triggering; Dan’s
breath was lacking and hot as he grew weak. He couldn’t help himself, however,
sliding his hands into the Omega’s boxers, feeling the soaking, scented slick
that coated all of the back portion of the underwear and Gavin’s cheeks. His
fingers were spreading the skin; the two smooth mounds were separating the
soft, hot mounds of skin apart to release a wave of rosey scents from the
little Omega. Gavin whined, whimpering Dan’s name as he did this, rutting his
own cock up against the Alpha’s. There was a wet whimper from the wendigo’s
lips, little beads of warm, slick precum dripping and sticking against the
fabric.
 
Dan could only lay there and feel the tiny Omega’s cock sliding up against his
- the hardness pressing up against his in his own underwear and just like that,
Dan felt numb and drained, his lips falling loose as he fell limp on the Omega.
 
“Dan!” the wendigo whined. “Bloody move!”
 
“I can’t…” Dan chuckled. “I can’t stand it - it’s too good, Gav…” The Alpha
licked his lips, feeling Gavin’s hot skin under his buds - he tasted like sweet
salt.
 
“Oh, come on, Dan...Please…” the older Brit moaned, bucking up into the Alpha.
“I need you…”
 
“B, you’re in heat…” Dan whispered, the smile not leaving. “And it’s making me
all happy…”
 
“Dan!” the Omega whined, a bead of slick seeping out as he felt the Alpha’s
prying hands beginning to massage at him. “I - I’m not in full heat,yet...God,
please do something before I shoot a load in my drawers."
 
“B,” the Alpha was purring, grinding himself into the Omega. His lip was bit
back as he hands finally snaked their way out of Gavin’s boxers, continuing to
rut upwards against the wendigo. “I - I don’t wanna…”
 
“Bollocks!” Gavin whined out. “Dan, if you deny me this, I swear I will leave
you…Please,” he gripped at the Alpha’s shirt, pulling him downward to kiss him.
Their lips were soft and warm, loose as they kissed. Dan’s movements were lazy,
but he cupped the Omega’s face in his hands before he picked himself up. The
Alpha was panting, sliding downward low until he was mimicking the
Dan just like in Gavin’s dream the week before. He could feel the draining
sparks of the tingling in his fingers, but the Alpha in him wouldn’t let this
down.
 
“Yes, Omega, I will,” he whispered, kissing at the legs of the wendigo. “You
smell so lovely, my dear…”
 
“D - Dan?” Gavin was in shock when he felt licks rubbing and licking at his
legs. His breath was short and blunt, needling his eyes downward to look at the
Alpha licking all around. “Y - you’re going to do this for me?”
 
“I’m not going to touch you - my knot won’t be anywhere near you, Omega…” the
Alpha whispered. His tongue was dragging across the skin and downward until he
felt the warmth of Gavin’s skin near his smooth groin. His fingers were
twiddling and toying with the hem of the Omega’s boxers until they were finally
sliding down, the Alpha growling. “Forgive me, Gavin, I don’t mean to be this
inappropriate…”
 
“Rubbish,” Gavin gasped. “I would never. forgive you if you didn’t touch me in
such a way…” the Omega was whimpering, his hands finally pulling down the rest
of his underwear until he stepped out of them, pulling them away and flicking
them towards the side. The transformed incubus licked his lips, finding himself
staring at the smooth cock of the wendigo, cursing softly.
 
“Good Lord, Your knob’s all small and cute, Omega,” Dan whispered, smiling. He
saw the length twitch slightly, slick and wet and smooth. Dan wrapped his whole
hand around it, rubbing at it and cooing when he felt the wendigo shake under
him. He felt the coating slick that began to stick to his hand as he moved it
up and down the Omega’s cock, proudly humming at the sight. The wendigo’s
length was no where near as impressive as the Alpha, but it wasn’t meant to be.
In Dan’s eyes, however, it was the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen.
 
Gavin gasped, a hot blush pooling in his face at the comment. He closed his
eyes, spreading his legs, back bending, and allowing Dan to settle comfortably
in between the wendigo, his tongue already poking out for a lick. The scent of
Gavin filled the room - completely blanketing and wrapping Dan in a ball of
peppermint, causing him to purr like a kit surrounded by catnip.
 
There was a hesitation in the Alpha and he continued to look at Gavin, a low
rumble still whirring in his chest. He felt stupefied, running his free hand
all over the smooth body of Gavin, enjoying the way he stretched and bend. His
legs were spread wide, cock bobbing in Dan’s other hand, causing him to lick at
Gavin’s legs.
 
“You’re lovely, Omega…” he whispered.
 
“I appreciate it, Dan, but please, could you…”
 
Dan chuckled, realizing the stalling that he had created. Although he seemed
drunk, he wobbily positioned himself in between Gavin’s legs again, his face
now near the Omega’s wet and heated groin. He could feel the twitching of
Gavin’s nub against his hands and so he released it just to give it a goodlick;
there seemed to be a pleading mewl from the wendigo - soft and fragile. Dan
could feel the energy from his body seeming to pour out with how fast he fell
weak, but he only laughed stupidly.
 
“You taste so good, B…” He gave another lick, despite the dimming of all around
him. For the moment, he didn’t care anymore - his boy, his Omega was wanting
him - begging for him and so he took it, finally. Gavin had his eyes closed,
licking his lips and enjoying the feeling that the Alpha gave him as Dan
continued to lick, lapping up the slick and precum that the wendigo gave off.
He taste like sweet salt, his buds on fire and wanting for more. As the incubus
continued, he trailed downward, his tongue never leaving the skin of the heated
wendigo. His hands spread out the Omega’s cheeks, hearing Gavin make the
softest plea that Dan had ever heard in his life. If he weren’t physical, his
cock would have twitch and he would have nipped at the wendigo in pleasure, but
sadly, there is only so much that Dan could do as a human. Deep down, he wanted
Gavin to fall asleep and dream so that the incubus may take him, but there was
always that doubt that lingered. He could hear the Omega’s tiny mews and moans
and that is what probably weakened him the most, knowing that he couldn’t do
anything about it.
 
The Alpha took two fingers and began to play with the tight, closed rim of the
Omega and Gavin writhed, twitching harshly at the appendages.
 
“N - no, want your cock…” Gavin whined.
 
“Gavin…” Dan’s voice was just barely over a whisper; he sounded
completely spent even though that he was the one giving Gavin all of the
pleasure. He kissed in the inner thighs of the wendigo and continued to massage
his entrance, inhaling deeply at the peppermint scent that now coated his
fingers. It was so wet and warm; so slick and perfect as Dan rubbed his fingers
just to test how lubricated they were. He whined, only imagining what that wet
slick would feel like around his cock; he also imagined what that wet slick
would feel like as he could fuck into his Omega, praising the tight heat of his
little wendigo. He quickly shook his head, dipping his face down to give a
look lick of the wendigo’s tight, wet entrance. His tongue was pressed flat
against the puckered rim, massaging it ever so nice and light.
 
Gavin whined in what seemed like disappointed, but sounded completely like
euphoria. It was that noise that caused an involuntary growl to leave the Alpha
and encourage him to continue. His tongue was flat against his Omega’s hole,
licking and lapping at the wetness that the wendigo continued to weep out. The
slick was nice and thick with a taste so deep that it caused Dan to purr in
pleasure, his hands cupping the cheeks of Gavin’s rear.
 
There really were no words between except for Gavin’s curses along with tiny
breaths between the two. Gavin’s hardness was slapped against his body, barely
touching the base of his stomach and leaking out slick that smelled sweet of
mint fragrance. Dan finally stopped licking, breath heavy and deep with wide,
protecting eyes.
 
“Dan, I want to dream…” Gavin squirmed under the Alpha’s touch. “Want to dream
of you…”
 
Dan did not answer. Instead, he gave a low whine before beginning to then lick
at the Omega’s hard, smooth nub and loving how it tingled against his tongue.
The juices were thick and had a sweet salt taste that Dan adored as his mouth
milked at Gavin’s cock. Gavin held onto the couch cushions with tight fingers,
cursing loudly and practically losing his voice from the euphoria that seemed
to overtake him.
 
Dan then felt gushes of hot, salty liquid against his tongue, but he didn’t
pull off. With a mouth that was hot and wet, he continued to bounce slightly up
and down, licking and wrapping his tongue all around the hard nub.
Gavin squealed in pleasure, releasing desperate breaths and whines while he
bucked up into the Alpha’s touch, fingers now curling into Dan’s scalp and
hair.
 
“Bloody Hell…” Gavin whimpered, pulling himself out of the Alpha. Dan was
purring, eyes sleepy and lidded. With weak fingers, he grasped at Gavin’s
hands, pulling himself close and upward until their chests were touching again,
warm and sticky with sweat and slick.
 
“My Omega...was that good?...”
 
Gavin nodded eagerly, whimpering like a pup and kissing Dan’s lips with tiny,
little pecks.
 
“Maybe when I reach my heat...You’ll let me dream?...”
 
“I’ll let you dream...but my knot will not go near you…” Dan whispered.
 
“I want your knot, Dan…” Gavin nuzzled his head against the transformed
incubus’. “Want to lick at it and ride it like an Omega oughta.”
 
The Alpha shivered at the words and kissed at Gavin’s chin. He wrapped tight,
loving arms around the waist of Gavin, nuzzling his head into his shoulder.
 
"My Omega's about to fall into his heat...I gotta prepare for it. Tomorrow I'm
going shopping for you."
 
"You wouldn't gotta...but you're a stubborn Alpha, so I won't stop you," Gavin
playfully rubbed his nose against Dan's, sleepily cooing when he felt the Alpha
rest almost all of his weight onto of the wendigo's body.
 
"I'm stubborn because I'm protective. Don’t want to hurt my Omega,” Dan’s voice
was quiet, lips close to Gavin’s ears, the breath making the older Brit’s ears
twitch anxiously.
 
“You wouldn’t hurt me, Dan, I know it,” the wendigo whimpered, pressing his
lips against the Alpha’s cheek. Dan’s full body weight was on him now; the
incubus’ hand dangled limp from the couch, his chest heaving slow, deep and
struggled breaths.
 
“Gonna get you supplies, Gav...Get you some lotion, some nice spray, warm
packs. I wanna to make sure we go through your heat properly this time. I don’t
want to go through what happened last time,” he just barely moved his face, his
cheek rubbing against Gavin’s.
 
“You’re such a lovely Alpha, my Alpha,” Gavin whispered. Dan purred proud and
happy, his sleepy eyes now fully closing. Gavin squirmed awkwardly under the
Alpha, whining as he did so. Dan was completely lifeless and spent, his pliant
body sliding off of the wendigo when Gavin gently pushed him away. Dan’s body
settled back, body now on its back and nearly hanging off of the couch, like a
slump, passed out drunkard. Gavin got up from the furniture, shivering slightly
as he felt the little warmth of slick still coating his cheeks.
 
After a long shower, Gavin slid into the bed, pulling the covers over his body
and wrapping himself in them. The bed smelled of lavender, a scent that lulled
him to a sleepy state. Not only because it was such a comforting smell, but
mostly because it reminded him of his Alpha.

Gavin closed his eyes, purring light as he practically beg a prayer that he
would find Dan in his dreams.
***** Omega Lesson 102: Michael/Ray/Gavin II and Michael III *****
Chapter Summary
     Ryan and Michael successfully make out up from their previous fight.
     The two Omega mates suddenly get the wonderful idea that they will
     help Michael go into his heat after seeing how worried Ryan is about
     it.
     Or at least they try.
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The clouds began to circle in the sky causing the wendigo to purr. He leaned
into the touch of his Omega mate, planting a small, quick kiss against the
werewolf’s cheek. There was a soft hum from the Hispanic Lad before he returned
the kiss.
 
"Cloudy days make you happy?"
 
"It's just a nice day," Gavin whispered, dipping his head down to meet his lips
with Ray's wrist as he pulled it up. "Not to mention you've made me all hot
from earlier." Sharp teeth scraped and poked at the silky skin of the humanoid
werewolf and Ray yipped, flinching slightly at the razor, tiny cuts. The noise
cause Gavin's ears to perk up, a low whirr resounding in his throat. He loved
to hear his mate make such a noise and it always brought out the natural
instinct of the wendigo. All he wanted to do was bite down hard until there was
the sweet red coppery taste that would stain his teeth and tongue and he would
moan and sigh until they were both heated and wanting. The wendigo always
wanted to bite his mate to where a spray of blood would fill his mouth and he
would receive a proper taste of his Omega boy. Ray rubbed at his wrist, licking
at it as if he were a dog teasing his wound.
 
"You bite me, I bite back," Ray playfully snapped, showing very unimpressive
human teeth. He nipped at the air, making Gavin shudder and lean in for another
nuzzling kiss.
 
"Don't tempt me, love. It's all I can do to not bite and lick at your neck now.
I'm sure all  the Alphas would get all giddy and whatnot what my scent all over
that round, rosemary throat of yours," Gavin dabbed at the werewolf’s cheek.
"You look so human, just like Burnie. With blood spattered all over your face
and neck, I'm sure we would do Rye-bread for a spin with that, huh?"
 
Ray whined, cursing lightly before leaning into the bench, settling against the
wood and Gavin soon followed, laying on top of him.
 
"You don't know how fucking badly I wanna turn into my wolf and bite you like a
good mate should..." Ray tasted at Gavin's lips, feeling the Omega twitch
slightly under him.
 
"Maybe soon," Gavin smiled. They still continued to wait for their Alpha to
return from his visit with Michael, the afternoon beginning to grow late and
the clouds rolling in at a much darker tone. The wendigo purred, looking up
into the sky to see the dark clouds that loomed over them. To Gavin, it was the
perfect weather to hunt. The cloudy days were the days that most humans grew
finicky, releasing such delicious smells that Gavin so achingly wanted to chomp
at. The wendigo hasn't had the lush red blood of a human in a long time and he
whined towards the sky like a wolf to a full moon. It caused Ray to smile to
see his mate act in such a manner that he barely ever gets to see.
 
Ray recalls one time where Ryan and Gavin both were biting at each other, the
vampire desperate to have the taste of blood on his tongue. Although not human,
Gavin's crimson warmth was relief for the moment. Ryan was hesitant to bite his
werewolf in such a way because Ray had always been sensitive towards harsh,
puncturing bites. The Hispanic regrets ever telling his mates that; he wished
they would bite them with their sharp teeth - Ryan's strong, Alpha fangs and
Gavin's needle points.
 
The two sat there, lost in reminiscing and lost in each other’s thoughts as
occasionally they would say a word or two, kiss, and steal smells from each
other. An hour or so passed and yet there was still no sign of their Alpha or
his Omega coming back. The scene got a bit dimmer with the clouds settling low
to indicate the upcoming evening.
 
Gavin hoped his friend was alright. He didn't mean to offend Michael in anyway
with their play during work today; none of them meant any harm. It was actually
quite shocking to see Michael react in such a way considering that his heat was
supposedly coming soon. Nevertheless, the Omega boys were quick to be
understanding of the little vampire's situation.
 
"What do you think is going on between them?" the wendigo chirped, cuddling
into Ray and leisurely rubbing his nose against the mate’s. The werewolf gave a
faint whine before they parted. He could tell that his mate was becoming
relaxed and sleepy and he wished that Ryan would come back soon so that they
could go home and relax, rightly scenting and grazing at each other until they
were asleep at Ryan’s side. It was more than likely that Michael would stay the
night with them due to the fact that Ryan was just so frantic about catching up
with Michael to apologize to him. He wouldn't just make his vampire stay alone
after such a quarrel like that.
 
"They're probably kissing so much that Michael's being drunk from it. I hope
they aren't still fighting; hope they are making up."
 
"I'm sure they are. My boi is strong. He's just puzzled right now," Gavin
hummed.
 
The werewolf nodded, yawning slightly and leaned in to steal yet another sniff
of Gavin's scent making the wendigo happily hum. He licked at the air,
desperate to have salty skin against his rough tongue; the need for the soft
skin between his sharp teeth was nearly unbearable. The Brit whined, needling
his nails into the werewolf, leaning in for a bite until a voice struct the
air.
 
"My, you two smell lovely."
 
Gavin jumped slightly, sniffing the air to small a strong fragrance of sulphur.
It was the book of fresh matches type smell that reminded him of fire. A warm,
crisp, crackling fire during the time of Christmas. The Omega boys both lowered
their head and ears, cooing in instinct as the Alpha came closer, especially
with a compliment such as that.
 
"Thank you, Joel," Ray monotonously whirr. He darted his eyes up and down the
Alpha, cursing himself when he shivered at the sight of the jersey devil’s
stance. Joel stood proud with wings flailed and poised in such an attractive
way. "You smell nice as well."
 
"You're too kind," the jersey devil's wings fluttered slightly at the praise.
They were nothing graceful or pure like Dan's wings, in Gavin's opinion. Dan's
wings were dazzled with thick, proud, angelic feathers. Although they were a
dark blue, they were beautiful and had a nice velvet feel to them; Gavin always
remembers how the incubus would wrap his wings around the wendigo in his dreams
as they shared loving, strong kisses.
 
Joel's wings resembled a dragon's - all bat-like and dark; they were all
pointed and jagged, but still intact. Although very demonic and sharp, they
were beautiful and the Omega boys had no trouble admiring them.
 
Joel was one of the Alphas that was boastful of himself and had every right to
be, as well. Considering that he was one of the oldest out of them all, he was
admired and respected by everyone. His eyes were a rosey red along with jagged
teeth that would make any Alpha and Omega shudder. Joel had hind legs that
resembled a true jersey devil with hooves that clicked and cracked whenever he
walked. He was gorgeous and even Ryan would not disagree to that being the
Alpha that he was. His donkey tail swayed curiously from side to side, eyeing
the Omegas and giving them a true, gleaming smile.
 
Gavin gave a soft noise that caused Joel to rumble happily, appreciating highly
how much the Omega mates were admiring him. "Please," he begged. "Don't want to
make your vampire all hateful if he came over here to see you both looking at
me, wanting to touch."
 
Ray dropped his head in apology, scolding himself for letting his eyes stare
like that. Joel walked, making sure of himself to strut, chuckling when he saw
the Omega staring again. He then apologized. "Sorry, guys. Didn't mean to do
that, it's impolite; it's especially impolite try and walk like this in front
of mates. It's just I smell an Omega around and he smells good. I can't find an
Alpha scent on him, either." The two mates raised their eyebrows in curiosity,
leaning closer to hear more. The Alpha released a demonic chuckle, shaking his
head. "Could it be that little vampire?"
 
"Ryan is talking of Michael preparing to present. We can't smell it, though,"
Gavin spoke. Joel's ears twitched visibly at the new information, his eyes
lighting up in amusement.
 
"Doesn't that Alpha know to mark his Omega with his scent so that wanting
Alpha's like me won't be all touchy touchy?" There was a devious grumble in the
Alpha's tone so much so that Gavin whined and mentally pleaded for his Alpha to
return.He saw the snarl in the jersey devil's lips and there was a little gulp
that the Omega made, honestly wanting to admire and touch.
 
"I'm sure they're scenting now," the werewolf tilted his head slightly,
wondering about it, himself. "There was a small fight between them and they're
making up, now."
 
"If I were his Alpha, we would never fight," he grinned smugly through tight
lips. "He would be whining under me, stretched out by my knot and filled to the
brim with my cream. Nothing else would be on his mind to where we would have
arguments."
 
Both of the mates whined, squirming slightly at the sentence, Ray giving off a
light omega snarl. They tried their best to not think of the image, but it was
almost inevitable. They bit their lips, and coiled their fingers against each
other’s trying to remain focus on the mental scent of their Alpha to remind
them to not lust after the pretty jersey devil.
 
Joel noticed their shivers and he chuckled, wings once again flickering in
interest. He wanted to retain his teasing act, but he stopped himself surely
knowing better. It was disrespectful to do to mates and Joel would never stoop
himself as low as that lustful, wanting Djinn - tackling Omega mates and
seducing them under his charm. The jersey devil even caught his scent on
Burnie’s wrist and he growled jealously, seeing the wounds that the demon had
caused the human. They were deep and thick, a bite that would never be caused
by a jersey devil.  
 
At times, Joel would like an inadequate Alpha because his teeth nearly
represented Gavin's. Nothing like their Head vampire. His fangs
were menacing and made Joel curse his tiny, serrated teeth compared to Ryan’s
knives of fangs. Joel admits that at times, he wish Ryan would pull him
over just for a tiny lick or two with confronting words (Joel would love those
words against his lips, cursing him all while stealing dominating kisses). He
would woo an adoring praise to the Alpha vampire, complimenting him highly on
his teeth and how badly he wanted those fangs to sink inside his neck and
possibly throat that he would gratefully present to Ryan. If touching the
Omegas led for him to be bitten, he would be tempted to do it although never
actually executing it.
 
He made a single hum followed by the ending of his careful whirr that he gave
the Omega, he began to draw close to the small couple on the bench. His hooves
clicked and dragged with each step, slow and leisurely. His eyes continued to
look at the mates before he finally took a seat beside the wendigo, immediately
leaning into the Brit’s space. Ray yipped, actually releasing another inner-
wolf howl, light and very defenseless as he saw the Alpha’s fingers sliding
against the wendigo’s. Joel smiled in return, giving off his own growl in
reply. It was deep and rough, making Ray immediately dip his head, legs
pressing together. He still kept his threatening eyes at the Alpha, knowing
exactly what Ryan had taught him to do if ever feeling cornered like this. If
his tail were out, it would be curled in between the spaces of his leg,
desperate for the Alpha to not touch them; pleading yet threatening, like a
mother bird with her young. The inner jealous, Omega werewolf instincts were
peeking through, even though he was defenseless. The bark to the Alpha was a
warning to not touch his mate and Joel obeyed to the warning to Ray’s surprise.
 
"Please, puppy, spare me. I won't lay a finger on your mate, you aspiring
Alpha, you," Joel gave off a comforting whirr, his match and sulphuric smell
becoming stronger. “But, please be assured that your mate is quite lovely to
look at. His antlers are nice and healthy - very attractive, as well.”
 
Gavin scooted closer to the werewolf, but felt comfortable enough in the
Alpha's presence to relax his muscles, appreciating the compliment. There was
an instinctual want in the wendigo to tilt his head forward and expose the back
of his neck to the jersey devil to purr and scent at, but he knew better. He
could already hear his Alpha vampire mentally screaming at him like he did
before with the whole situation with Geoff and he would never want to do that
to his Alpha again. Joel began to lean in, careful to not touch the wendigo in
respect to the werewolf. "Relax, little ones. I'm just staying so that no one
will take advantage of you two. With the way your cute selves are now - all
lusty, kissy, and touchy, not to mention your pretty smells - it wouldn't take
much for an Alpha to come around and take you. You two are very eager, as well
- practically drooling at my hooves when I strolled in."
 
"You were flaunting!” Gavin argued. “Wanting to strut for Michael, giving off
your strong scent, of course you would get our attentions.”
 
Joel dipped his head in apology, his wings going limp so that they may lay
down. He softened his stance so that the Omegas wouldn’t feel so threatened
because that was the very last thing he wanted to do. Although there was a nice
smell of an unmated Omega around, he should have known better.
 
“We do the same with Ryan, too," Ray spoke up. "We just think all of the Alphas
are pretty hot and we won’t lie about that."
 
"Perhaps you shouldn't think such a thing," Joel was smiling deviously now.
"They'll have you in their laps and you'll be squeezing their cocks with your
tight, wet rims before you even know what hit you. Your Alpha wouldn't like
that, would he?" He winked, sending the werewolf into a scowl.
 
"We aren't fuck tarts for an Alpha to grab at, Joel," Ray huffed. "Stop
thinking we are."
 
"You two are just cute is all. Need to be protected. Your Alpha shouldn't leave
you two alone."
 
Ray snarled once again, pulling his mate close. He tried to show teeth, human
teeth, to flash threateningly. The Alpha wasn’t affected, however, and he
carried an amused chuckle, biting at the air with his own, playful gnarl. For
Ray, there was that inner, burning passion of trying to save his Omega voice.
He absolutely hated it when an Alpha made a comment of how their part of
dynamics stereotypically can’t care for themselves. He hated it when all an
Alpha thought about was how wet and tight their Omega can be for them and Joel
was doing that just now.
 
“Our Alpha isn’t neglectful; he just had to sort things out with Michael.
Plus, I would be the one to care for us if he were away.”
 
Gavin made a small whine, tensing his body as he felt Ray pulling at him again.
He felt the coiling heat beginning to build up seeing his mate act this way.
Joel purred, the whole tough act from the Hispanic completely being brushed
away as if it were dust.
 
“How cute,” he stated. “I’m sure your Alpha would appreciate it if I watched
over you two, though. I have nothing better to do.” He held up his hands in
defense, wings now standing up again and opening up. “See? I will not touch you
guys especially in such a manner that would infuriate me if I had an Omega. I’m
not going to feel up on you two; I’m just here because your smells attracted me
as Michael’s did earlier and I came to see what was going on. Can you just let
me scratch at my protective itch and allow me to watch over you while Ryan is
away?”
 
Ray still held Gavin, his toes curled and fingers dipped. After looking over
the Alpha for another second or so, he nodded and finally released his mate.
Gavin giggled, giving a small apology for the Alpha. “Sorry to keep you here,
but if you’re worried then by all means look out for us. We really appreciate
it,” Gavin knocked his head into Ray’s, making the werewolf whine at the
sharpness of the antlers that collided with his forehead. “So, Joel, you don’t
have a mate? How on earth is that possible?”


                                       ~


Their kisses wouldn’t stop; limbs were tangled together in needy knots along
with slight kicks of each other’s legs. There were messy noises between them:
deep, low grunts and proud moans of the Alpha along with the desperate,
pleading whines from the Omega. Michael pressed his body close to Ryan, locking
their bodies together with his legs and arms as he pulled at the Alpha’s shirt.
So badly did he want his Head vampire to take it off so that he may touch at
the warm sparks of his skin and so that he may lap at the salty yet smooth skin
of his Alpha. He glossed all around Ryan’s lips for accommodation, dancing
against the Alpha’s tongue and teeth when they rubbed and smashed together. It
was a slight pain that the Omega needed, body beginning to become so tingled
and excited that he didn’t even know what to do except instinctually rut his
body against his Alpha’s, begging for more. The air was full - full of their
scents that saturated the entirety of the room and it made Michael feel fuzzy
and dizzy. Eyes were lazily closed, the only act of sight were the touches and
feels of his fingertips that gripped at the vampire.
 
Michael could hear Ryan praising him through his mind, giving small tips of
where to tilt his head, where to lick, and especially to nip at his lips. The
Alpha was proud at the pain that stabbed through his body whenever his Omega
would obey at his commands and bite at him. Michael crooned at the
compassionate compliments and encouragements like oh, yes, my little
one, you’re so lush and tasty, nip at me my lovely Omega.
 
Through all of it, Ryan tried his very best to not feel excited or aroused by
it. He tried to remain soft and focused, remembering that this was his vampire
and not his mate. It was difficult, however: Michael’s lips were always their
smoothest and his scent - the little Omega’s scent has gotten stronger and much
more attractive in result of how close he was to his heat; the Alpha was more
than proud of the vampire that his Michael grew up to become. He could feel the
hard nub of the Omega grinding up against him, the ginger vampire not even
trying to remain focused on how this was his Head vampire and not some loving
mate. He was too far gone to even try and acknowledge that fact, drunken off
their strong, complimenting scents, and completely spinning from the constant
kisses. There was barely any room to even breathe and Michael adored that the
most.
 
The two finally parted, breathing in cool, crisp air of Michael's home,  Ryan
immediately lavishing Michael with light touches and adoring whispers.
 
"You're so lovely, Omega, my God," the Alpha sighed, feeling Michael continuing
to rut up against him, his cock still poking at his thigh. "You don't know how
fearful I am of you actually having another Alpha besides me," another kiss. "I
claimed these red lips," he growled, "My scent is all over you and them."
 
The Omega made a complaining noise, nuzzling into the Alpha. "Ryan...what if
Geoff won't even be interested in me because of your cinnamon smell? I have to
grow up sometime. I'm not 12 anymore."
 
"I was blessed to receive you when you were thirteen. Any younger, and society
would have certainly ended us. I'm surprised they allowed me to keep you when
they did," the Alpha released a small snarl, nosing into the Omegas neck. The
rich, full fragrance of sweet peaches filled his lungs. It was familiar and
comforting, begging a protecting curl in his arms around the smaller vampire.
"Geoff is smug and not appropriate for my little one. Shameful, lusty Alpha
only wanting your cute cock to spill all over him," there was a disgruntled,
agitated whine at the Alpha's words that Michael made, making Ryan settle
another, now obnoxious kiss on the pointed arches of the Omega’s ears.
 
"Geoff may be a fucking tease sometimes, flirting and shit, but he wouldn't use
me like that."
 
"He tried to take Gavin," the Alpha hummed lowly. "Gav would've fell for it too
if I didn't go in. It wasn't right for Geoff to do that."
 
"I'll be his Omega. He won't do it then," Michael breathed out a murmur, the
claiming words bringing out his inner Omega. "Geoff wouldn't hurt me. I just
realized I was being a fucking emotional bitch so I'm not angry anymore."
 
"I would hate to take chances," Ryan slid off of the bed, humming small and
light. "But you're an adult, my Omega," there was a low whirr. "I'm keeping an
eye on him."
 
Michael began to sit up, chuckling evilly. He hopped up from the bed, bumping
into the Alpha playfully. They met in another small kiss before Ryan's hands
fell on the Omega's sides. "Maybe you should keep a journal instead of me, you
tart. You'll probably feel better."
 
"Speaking of which," Ryan grunted, lifting his body so that he may sit up as
well, "I have still been meaning to read those entries. Want to see how my
Omega’s been growing for the past year."
 
There was a bullet of panic that shot through Michael's chest. All the entries
on abandonment -- he cleared his throat and have a professional laugh. "You're
just going to see a lot of Alpha Demon knot dreams," the vampire smugly flashed
his fangs at his Alpha, a sweat beginning to sting at his pores. He was hoping
Ryan wouldn’t look at him weird because in all honesty, Michael had no clue if
Demons even had knots. There was a rising, shameful heat that pricked at his
cheeks and he gulped, then trying to distracts his thoughts so that Ryan may
not hear. After years with living with the Head vampire, Michael has learned to
clear his mind and thoughts and not allow Ryan to read.
 
There was a pleased and hearty hum from the Alpha, his arms soon wrapping
around the ginger before giving a nice kiss on the forehead. “Silly boy,” he
whispered. "I would like to read of what your true thoughts are, instead of
trying to pick at the crap that you give me to read in your mind whenever you
don’t want me to,” he clicked his tongue suggestively, making Michael lower his
head in bashfulness.
 
“Yes, Alpha,” he replied dully.
 
“You'll be staying with my Omegas and me,” Ryan smiled, grabbing at Michael’s
hand and bringing it up for a kiss. “You need to be more social with your
fellow dynamic, my bubbly vampire.”
 
Michael whined, but grinned happily at the offer.
 
With a quick shower, a grab at clean underwear and pants, and maybe a little
minute or so of more making out, Ryan and Michael headed out the door and
prepared themselves to drive back to the office. Michael shivered slightly at
the chill of the air that nipped at his arms and began to wonder how Ray and
Gavin were doing waiting in such a cool night like this.


                                       ~


Michael and Gavin were already drunk before nightfall. The one thing Ray
enjoyed about Gavin being drunk was that not only was he typically worse at
video games than while sober, but he was completely hilarious at that. Spitting
creative swears ranging from “cockass fuckface” and “knoblicking tube topper”,
Ray was almost in tears every time Gavin would die during their rounds
of Starwhal: Just the Tip. Michael remained mostly silent, showing the drastic
personality switch between the two Omegas. He would only throw in a word or a
curse every time he would win a little round (“suck my ass, bitch”, or
“fuck you, you sack of rice cakes”), otherwise he was completely quiet.
 
Ryan was in the background continuing to look over his calendar, marking each
day that passed without Michael’s presenting. He started this time log whenever
the boy turned 19, the age that Ryan presented as an Alpha. It has been almost
8 years now and Ryan was getting extremely worried, tearing off each month with
a frown. There was always the slight down in the back of his mind that Michael
would never present as a healthy Omega; another fear that Ryan held.
 
It was certain that the little vampire was going to present, but Ryan continued
to stifle his breath with each passing day and week. It can’t be long now, he
determined, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out as to why Michael is
such a late bloomer. One day, it will be inevitable for Michael to get down on
his flat, small chest and present with his dripping and slicked ass in the air
for an Alpha to dabble at; Ryan didn't even want to think about an Alpha such
as Geoff or Joel to be that one to stare at his wet vampire - he would
be damned.
 
The Alpha has seen the cherry nub of the Lad’s cock and that was utter proof of
Michael’s dynamic, however there can be complications. Sometimes there are
Betas with plenty of Omega characteristics, including a cherry cute nub for a
cock (a growl even rolled through him as he compared Michael's nub to his mates
- who held much longer members compared to that of the ginger’s). Ryan
remembers admiring Michael’s smooth length whenever they first moved in
together for their bonding relationship. It was when Ryan was a still a brand,
spanking new Alpha - when he was filthy minded and only wanted to touch his
little Omega and lap at his cheeks and rim until Michael would be forced into
his heat at the age of 13. He tried to suppress his wants, however and remained
pure. As much as he was wanting of his Michael, he knew better than to try and
claim him for his own; he just tried to suppress horny hormones that would make
him rut into the couch and make Michael whine from the smell. Instead, he
distracted himself.
 
He remembers cuddling the little 13 year old Omega to sleep and scent with him
until they were both silly and dizzy off of each other’s smells, lazily eating
chips and raw, dripping pork strips while rerunning the Saw. series. Ryan
always remembers the curious humss of his little vampire as he would touch the
screen, wanting to taste the crimson splash of blood that the movie seem to
idolize. Ryan always would whisper to Michael, promising of how they would hunt
together, although it was against the human society they lived in and so the
vampires resorted to donated blood from willing volunteers.
 
Ryan looked over at the boy, tilting his head so that he may look over his
glasses at the three of the Omegas. They were having fun; Gavin finally got fed
up with the game and had Ray on the floor, pinned by his wrists with antlers
stanced in such a weak, drunken way that Ryan chuckled at how silly it looked.
Michael was at the two’s side, messing and tickling at the werewolf’s thighs
and hips and making Ray flail and giggle, desperately to get away from the
wendigo that pinned him down. There was a sea of curses and giggles between all
of them and Ryan smiled, adoring of how his Omegas played.
 
“It’s getting late, you three.”
 
“It’s only seven. We’re not fucking 12 anymore, Rye,” Michael sneered, looking
at the vampire with weak, lidded eyes. “27, remember? Who even has a fucking
bedtime anymore?”
 
“I do,” Ryan answered before finally walking away from the calendar that hung
on the wall. “And my Omega boys do too.”
 
“Do not!” Gavin whined, pulling at Ray’s glasses who shouted so that they
wouldn’t get pulled off. “You’re the one who always goes to bed first.”
 
The Alpha smirked, crouching down so that he could be leveled with the Lads.
Gavin was first to utter a kind, complimenting slur before planting a messy
kiss upon the vampire’s lips. Ray giggled, sliding from underneath the Brit.
 
“Ryan’s old so he needs more sleep,” the werewolf snickered. He was bopped on
the nose by the Alpha when he and Gavin finally split the kiss. Ray gave a low
hum, leaning in halfway for his Alpha’s goodnight kiss.
 
“I expect my mates to be in our bed by two,” Ryan stated. “Don’t want my boys
to have too little sleep. It’s not just us old vampires that need their rest.”
 
“Alright, Rye-cake,” Ray replied, rubbing his nose across the Alpha’s before he
began to sit up, moving over to Michael’s side. The ginger looked at him with
sleepy eyes, giving a smug smile. The Alpha held his eyes on the smaller
vampire before planting a brief kiss upon his nose.
 
“My good vampire. Don’t get in too much trouble,” he gave a little wink before
giving Michael a couple of pats on the back. “I would suggest you sleep in our
bed but I doubt you would want to try and lay with Gavin’s antlers digging into
your head,” the Alpha chuckled along with Michael giving a hateful scowl and
comment towards the Brit. “So you can sleep in the spare room.”
 
“Thanks, Ryan,” Michael smiled wobbly. “I really appreciate it.”
 
“It’s the least I could do, Omega,” Ryan said before giving a small kiss on
Michael’s lips, barely giving any time for the ginger to react. “Goodnight.”
 
 
                                       ~


The night was dragging and the Omega boys were up to their ankles in bags of
chips, monster and beer cans, and wrappings of chocolate bars. They no longer
were playing any more video games, but decided to spend the remainder of the
night watching the entire Netflix original series of Bojack Horseman however it
acted mostly as background noise since they were missing a lot of scenes of the
show to even begin to try and pay attention to the rest. It ended up with Ray
and Gavin laying on top of each other on the couch and Michael laying his head
against their sides as he sat down off of the couch. The two mates were
scenting, grooming each other with rich, rough licks of each others tongues.
 
“You guys smell really good,” Michael muttered, tilting his head back into the
couch. “Like fresh Christmas cookies…”
 
“Ah, Micoo, you’re sweet,” Gavin giggled, running his fingers through the
auburn hair of the ginger Lad. “Why don’t you come up here? We could groom you,
too."
 
“No room,” Michael yawned, his eyes closing sleepily. He heard Gavin making a
squawk of protest and Michael felt fingers curling around his arm, pulling him
upward with such surprising strength.
 
“Come on, you knob,” Gavin whined. “Ray wants you to come up here, too.”
 
“Yeah, dude,” Ray exhaled heavily when Michael finally sat on the couch in
between them. The vampire’s muscles were tense thick and heavy against Ray’s
fingertips. “Michael, chill. We’re just gonna show you something…”
 
“Aw, fuck,” Michael cursed, but was immediately shushed by the Brit with his
hand going over the ginger’s mouth.
 
“Quiet there, boi,” the wendigo smiled, also beginning to lower the T.V
until Bojack Horseman was no longer playing as loud. “Pretty glad Ryan fell
asleep so we could do this so let’s not wake him up, yeah?”
 
“You were planning this? What are you gonna do, show yourselves to me again and
try to get me to scent?” Michael’s teeth gritted down when he felt the werewolf
tugging at his shirt. He was chuckling, grinding his knees into the back of
Michael’s hamstrings and sartorius. The ginger could feel his body beginning to
grow hot and he shuffled his legs to get them away from the contact of Ray’s
knees.
 
“We know how you’ve been gawking over Geoff,” the werewolf began, his hands
settling into the folds of Michael’s legs. Gavin got up for a split second only
to return with a black bag that Michael recognized as Ryan’s. The ginger held a
puzzle look, especially when Gavin began to reach into the pocket of it to pull
out something. “And yesterday we discovered this.”
 
The Brit pulled out a gray hoodie that reeked of something sweet. Michael gave
out a natural, involuntary whirr when he looked at the piece of thick clothing.
He recognized it as Geoff’s hoodie and what the sweet smell that lingered and
invaded his nostrils was the sugary smell of strawberry whiskey. Ray smiled
when he saw the small, curious fangs of Michael poking out of his bottom lip.
 
“Smell’s nice, huh?”
 
“Stinks of Alpha,” Gavin chuckled. “Smells like Geoff and just a bit of our
Alpha, Ryan. It smells bloody good, though, doesn’t it?”
 
Michael finally grabbed at the spongy, cool fabric to convince himself that it
was Geoff’s. The cotton was soft and feathery against his fingertips and some
of the stitches got caught into the little, sharp pricks of Michael’s nails.
He deeply inhaled and whined as he smelled the intoxicating strawberry that
bathed his lungs that was the Alpha demon. The Lad felt a twitch shudder in his
cock and he whimpered, closing his legs in fear of the other Omegas seeing. The
two were purring, however, Ray cuddling deep and close into Michael while once
again letting the vampire Omega take another deep whiff of the hoodie. The
ginger wooed as well, smiling big with fangs now fully out and ready for skin
to fall between his jaws.
 
“Like fucking catnip,” Michael giggled, rubbing his face all over the hoodie.
He wanted to have his scent all over that hoodie so badly and then give it to
Geoff, showing the Alpha what he fucking does to him. “Why does Ryan have
this?”
 
“Ray and I believe that he and Geoff did some stuff,” Gavin smiled. “The reason
why Geoff’s hoodie is in his bag, though, is puzzling.”
 
“Wait, and you aren’t mad at that?” Michael raised an eyebrow once he saw that
the two mates were shrugging and shaking their heads.
 
“Not really,” Ray answered. “It’s actually pretty fucking hot to think about.
Gavin and I nearly fucking gossiped of how we were picturing them rubbing their
cocks together, biting each other, and just sending us into a mess with their
tongues if we were to join in.” The werewolf gave a proud smile, tilting his
head upward as if to purposefully show his throat to Michael. The ginger
cleared his throat, beginning to picture the intoxicating image as well, nails
now beginning to run on the scratchy, rough, and short stubble on Ray's facial
hair growing in after a shave.
 
“However it got in there, it’s fucking awesome,” he cooed, bringing the hoodie
to his mouth to rub his lips all over the fabric. His fangs poked out lightly
to feel the delicate tugging of the hoodie against wanting, biting fangs. “God,
you two are freaks. You knew this would make me excited.”
 
“Wanna help your heat along, boi,” Gavin smiled. Ray nodded, taking the hoodie
away from Michael and actually making the Omega vampire growl a puppy like
whirr that caused Ray to snarl in response.
 
“Don’t make me treat you how I treat Gavin,” he nipped playfully. “You’ll get
the hoodie as soon as we’re done with you.”
 
“Are you gonna fuck me?” Michael sneered, his vision slightly wobbly from the
thick scent of the Alpha still lingering around. That along with the slight
after buzz from the three beers that he had earlier, he could feel the numbing
sensation of Ray’s hand rubbing along his legs and coating them in a basking
warmth.
 
“No fucking; it’ll send me into damn heat and Jesus H. Christ knows that’ll be
good for no one,” Ray responded, laying Michael down on the cushion. “Just some
rubbing. We’ll try the scenting again, but we have Geoff’s hoodie to help us
out. If you want, we could kiss, too.”
 
Michael pursed his lips, but nodded and kept his eyes on the gray hoodie that
was perched on top of the couch. He wanted to grab at it and smell it
again, just to have another taste of the strawberry against his tongue.
“Kissing’s pretty alright with me,” he shrugged, his lazy, jagged smile coming
back. “And this is suppose to help with my heat or are you just trying to find
an excuse to touch me?”
 
“Both,” Ray winked. “Plus I’ve always been curious of what it’s like to mess
with an Omega vampire. Alpha is pretty fucking rad - thick dick, too - but it
would be nice to see your cute Omega self all over us.”
 
“God, are you drunk, Ray? You never sound like this,” Michael huffed sending
Gavin into a fit of giggles. Michael gulped from the comment of the “thick
dick, too” part of Ray’s sentence, a jealous pang beating in his chest from
having yet seen his Alpha’s cock.
 
“He’s feeling pretty confident today because he stood up to Joel,” Gavin kissed
at Ray’s lips, making a loud, happy noise. “My strong, Omega-Alpha.”
 
“Speaking of which, you better watch your back when you see Joel,” Ray smiled.
“From what he’s told us, he wants you and he wants you badly.”
 
The Omega vampire pursed his lips, frowning just slightly with a small blush
that offended his cheeks. “Joel?” he lowly asked. There was disappointment in
his voice that consisted of complete sadness from the fact that it
wasn’t Geoff that was notably interested in him. Ray nodded, daring himself to
finally kiss the Omega, hearing the tiny bit of grief that trailed in the
vampire’s tone.
 
“He likes you, Michael,” Ray insisted. “And he’s a protective Alpha. He watched
over me and Gavin while waiting for you guys which made me have so much more
respect for him than I did before.”
 
Michael didn’t answer. He cleared his throat again to try and remove the
building pressure that was clogging against his windpipe when suddenly, he felt
warm lips against his again. This time, it was Gavin leaning in for a quick
peck.
 
“No rushing,” he stated. “I know you like Geoff, but let’s just give it some
time.”
 
Michael nodded, beginning to settle comfortably against the werewolf’s arms
before he heard Ray give the slightest noise of approval, humming sweet and low
before he leaned in for another tender kiss, this time more confident and
wanting.
 
“Ryan is okay with this, right?” Michael whined, looking at Ray with tired
orbs. Gavin quickly nodded.
 
“He only cares if we are with other Alphas. The only reason why he didn’t bite
out heads off when we were with Joel was that the Alpha was quick to explain
himself along with the fact that you were here. He doesn’t want to freak out in
front of you.”
 
“That’s pretty fuckin’ sweet,” Michael hummed, beginning to feel the wet
drabbles of kisses from Ray beginning to line the outer line of his lips. He
began to fall into the rhythm of the movement, wrapping his arms around Ray and
allowing the werewolf to take control with the kisses and leg movement. Ray’s
knees continued to force their way against Michael’s hamstrings so daring to
spread open his legs.
 
“Move over, boi,” Gavin shooched, gently pulling away Ray from Michael’s lap.
Gavin was soon there, taking the werewolf’s place and continuing the treatment
of small messages and kisses. Michael moaned sweetly, feeling the heat
beginning to wrap around his tight stomach.
 
“Look at us,” Ray chuckled. “Practically this close to fucking each other, and
just come to think that we work together. Two hotties in my lap, I might as
well be the Alpha." Gavin squawked, hitting Ray playfully to earn just a hard,
playful kiss full of teeth and tongue. Michael whined at the two, jutting his
hips upward for attention, wanting the teeth against his own lips.
 
“My boi,” Gavin hummed, parting from the kisses of Ray before turning to
Michael. “I don’t find it hard to believe at all,” he snuggled against Michael
tightly, ensuring that he wouldn’t harm the vampire with his antlers. The
ginger gave an unsettled whine, leaning in for another touch and kiss before
beginning to strain and struggle against Gavin’s hands and legs. He felt
fingers curling around his hips, yanking and pulling on his skin
so perfectly that Michael finally pulled away, gulping down cold bits of air.
 
“G - Gavin, get off of me…I don’t feel right,” he shakily spoke. Gavin only
smiled, rubbing his nose against the vampire’s.
 
“It’s working, boi. Relax,” the Brit whispered, sparking fingers grazing over
the Lad’s clothed cock. It was pressed firmly against his jeans, so curious to
the exciting, arousing touches that the Omega boys were giving him. “Ray and I
know what we’re doing, Micoo.” He nudged his head, cocking it to the side to
get the other mate to grab the hoodie. Gavin began to trace his fingers over
the creases of Michael's groin, massaging the thick muscles that flexed
tightly.
 
Michael involuntarily bucked his hips up into the wendigo’s touch, grinding
into Gavin’s now open palm. It was relief and Michael took advantage of it by
uncaringly moving his thighs against the wendigo’s hand, squeaking at the
pleasure that shot up his spine. Michael was drooling, allowing himself to be
taken by the new stimulating rubs. He could smell the leaking scents of the two
Omega mates, grinding his teeth to accommodate for the itching bite that he
wanted to pinch. They smelled so sweet and rare, zesty and full of life. Life
for Michael to bite at.
 
The air was full of wanting, horny Omega scents so much so that the vampire was
choking on it. Gavin was now beginning to let go of Michael and soon pressing
his own groin against the Lad’s, moaning out a low hum when he felt the
hardness of the ginger’s cock rutting up against his. His nose bumped clumsily
into Michael's, a curse of pain being spat by the vampire. The wendigo cooed,
lapping out a soft tongue to trace loving dabs against Michael's face. He was
successful in birthing a purr and moan from the ginger, no longer having the
haul spot of curses against his lips. There were sudden sharp and needle fangs
dragging across Gavin's lower jaw, pulling at the plush, furry lips he owned.
 
"My Micoo had such lovely fangs," he praised. "Getting all bothered? Want to
bite me, love?"
 
“Oh, God yes.  Fucking --” Ray pressed his lips against Michael’s, forcing the
boy to quiet down. Michael tried to push the preventative werewolf off of him.
Hot breaths passed between them and Michael pressed down to bite the Puerto
Rican's lush lip, thirsty drips of moans leaving between them.
 
The werewolf yipped, howling such a pitiful Omega rumble before he pulled at
Michael's lips with natural human incisors.
"Fuck -- let me transform and bite you like a fucking dog should," Ray's voice
was tight and full of wanting breath, smashing rough lips against the vampire's
once again there was a stinging burn of the tiny cuts that the Omega’s razor
fangs made, making Ray moan in such a painful yet appreciative way.
 
Whimpers seeped out thirstily from between them, the noises making Ray’s ears
perk up excitedly. The vampire's legs wrapped around Ray's waist, kicking
excitedly at Gavin who held Michael's feet still.
 
“Such a lovely, strigoi,” the wendigo sighed, pulling away the hoodie from
Ray's tight fingers. “Barely even touching and already so pleading.”
 
“Feel’s fucking good,” Michael whined, heat coating his cheeks when he felt Ray
squeeze tight with groping fingers against his ass.He was purring, the noise
sounding so happy and affectionate against the ginger’s ears. “G - God, what’s
it like with an Alpha?”
 
“Like this,” Gavin chuckled. “But with a nice fat knob in your ass. Maybe even
a thick knot to stretch you out, too.” The wendigo’s voice was so low, nothing
the Omega vampire had ever heard before in his life. It was so sexual and
mischievous that Michael leaned into Ray’s touch, purposely rubbing their
hardnesses together and making the werewolf give a low grunt of pleasure. Nips
were continuing to be shared between each other, lingering tongues dancing and
licking around the new areas. The taste of each other was exotic, Michael
instinctually pressing his lips against the dull bladed, flat incisors of the
human mouth of Ray. There was a whine of disappointment, Michael longing for
the poking, familiar pain of fangs spring the skin of his lip that his Alpha
would give him during their kisses.  
 
When they parted, Michael was greeted with the strong, intoxicating smell of
the Alpha Demon's hoodie, the fabric being passed against his nose as tight as
a cloth soaked in chloroform, bad intent on the brain. Ray smiled evilly,
grunting like a plucked bass string as he pressed the thick, gray fabric
harshly against Michael's nose. The vampire made a shocked noise, grabbing the
hoodie and smelling it deeply, moaning proud at the scent.
 
"So fucking good," the Omega ginger whirred. His voice was as tense and tight
as a wire. He dug his face into the hoodie, pulling tiny strands with his teeth
to have just some sort of tug on his hurting dents.
 
Little wet, loving kisses were still being pressed against his neck and Michael
put down the hoodie, eyes lidded and tired when he saw Ray beginning to spread
his legs.
 
"Now that you're scent drunk," Ray grinned, nails digging into the fat, plump
curve of Michael's ass. "... we may get to coax that heat of your's."
 
Gavin nodded, beginning to pry at the Omega ginger’s jeans. Michael cried out
innately, allowing the two mates to spread his legs and pull at him like this.
The whole world was fuzzy, completely taken over by the form of Geoff,
strawberry whiskey floating in his head to make his mind swim.
 
The next sensation made the vampire squirm, whining just like a healthy Omega
boy. Strong, thin fingers gripped eagerly at his underwear once they finally
inched his pants down to his ankles. The tent that poked through the thin
fabric brought a hungry, appreciative croon from the two mates.
 
Michael gritted his teeth, fangs poking his bottom lip until it was red and
sore. The Hispanic continued to squeeze at Michael’s cheeks, hands now gripping
the warm, smooth skin from the thin fabric; he purred at the little grunts and
moans that Michael would make every time he would tighten his fingers too harsh
against the heated skin. The werewolf only imagined what the real skin of
Michael’s bottom would feel like; he imagined it would be so pale and flawless,
just like a new born babe’s. So tight and virgin, too. Gavin grazed at
Michael's ears, lowering his head to try and catch a whiff of the Omega
vampire’s scent. His mouth watered at the slightest aroma of fruit that teased
at his nose, even Ray made a tiny howl when he smelled the strong, emitting
scent from Michael’s cheeks releasing such sweet and new pheromones.
 
Gavin made a noise of agreement, snuggling his face against the tent that
peeked through the Lad's boxers, rubbing wet lips all over. "Micoo, you smell
so close and sweet...like oranges and tangerines," Gavin exhaled a purposeful
hot breath and nipped every so soft and gentle at the tip. His warm, dribbling
mouth was now wrapping around the clothed member.
 
With a high, squealing whine Michael gasped, pulling away from Ray’s and
Gavin's touch. His legs were shaking, thighs trembling with the new stimulation
that tingled at his body. The wetness from the wendigo's north seeped through
the polyester of Michael's underwear, rubbing at his hard cock.
 
Oh, fuck!” he yelped,  falling from the couch in a writhing mess. It felt like
a new drug that shot through his body, making his hips involuntarily grind and
move against the air, his hand diving down and rubbing at his hard cock and
pressed so firmly against his underwear. It was almost crippling,  pulsing mews
seeping from the red lips of the vampire.
 
The two other Omega boys looked at Michael with big eyes and slack lips, soon
following him to the floor. Ray grabbed at the shaking and squirming vampire,
gently pulling his wrists back until Michael was steadied with his back to the
floor. His breath was so broken and shaky that the two mates were honestly
worried that they hurt the vampire in some way.
 
“T - that,” Michael huffed. “That was fucking amazing, holy Hell.”
 
The two Omega mates smiled, Gavin diving in for a proud kiss. “Did we do it?”
he asked. Ray curiously smelled at Michael, spreading open the vampire's
thighs. Michael gasped, legs buckling in just like a brand new fawn would do.
Ultimately, his legs were spread and Ray ran his face against Michael’s cock,
now flaccid and pulsing. He breathed in, blushing a deep shade of red when
there was only the faint, dull smell of peaches. It was no longer strong an
enticing anymore. He made an apologetic drone, pulling his face away.
 
"W - what?" Michael clicked, pulling his legs away from the two.
 
"I don't think it worked... You don't smell like it," Ray hummed sadly. "I - I
think you had a dry orgasm..."
 
"Really?" the vampire squeaked, letting his lips stretch into a smile. "T -
that? That was an orgasm?" He laughed like a maniac, plopping on the floor with
arms spread opened. "That felt fucking amazing."
 
The two mates smiled but soon, their heads shot over to the clicking of the
door. They lowered their heads, scampering towards the opening door.
 
"My good God," the Head vampire groaned, deeply sniffing the air. "Holy Cow,
what were you three doing?" He felt the involuntary growl rage deep within his
chest once he smelled the horny, dripping scents of his Omega mates.  He
gritted his teeth, licking all around his fangs hungrily at the smell along
with showing a smile. "Can't leave you three alone for five hours before you're
trying to take my place and breed each other with your smooth cocks." He smiled
proudly, eyes soft with amusement.
 
Gavin groaned, whimpering high and almost in apology before walking up to Ryan,
Ray getting from the floor and following.  Michael sat up, legs still slightly
spread and smiled guiltily. Ryan raised an eyebrow, a curious hum rising.
 
"Alpha," Michael smiled. "I am getting closer!" The vampire got to his feet
wobbly and trembling. "I'll be in heat soon!"
 
There was a concerned look that spiked Ryan’s face, his rushing over towards
the Omega almost immediately. He already knew what they did, he could smell it
in their thoughts plus the noxious air of Michael’s scent that surrounded the
boy. It made Ryan feel fuzzy and tingly, just as he felt earlier when kissing
his little vampire. Careful hands were placed on Michael’s thighs, massaging
smoothly - worriedly. There were tiny chirps that his Omega made, shivering at
the sensitive touches of his Alpha’s hands.
 
The other two mates watched in blatant curiosity, looking with wide eyes and
wet lips as they occasionally licked them from time to time. 
 
“Michael,” Ryan state quietly, soon a quiet chuckle lifting up. “You silly
boys,” he kissed the forehead of the vampire, ruffling his hair through thick,
playful fingers. Michael smiled, making a happy hum before grazing his lips
against his Alpha’s.


                                       ~


Entry: 278. Friday, November 14, 2014.
 
A lot of shit had been happening ranging from fucking terrible to Goddamned
amazing. Ryan and I fought, but then ended up making out and getting over
ourselves like a bunch of babies. I thought it was awesome, though. It’s been
so long since we’ve kissed like that and I have missed it so much. Sometimes at
night, I lick and bite at my hand, pretending that it’s either Ryan or Geoff’s.
Especially Geoff’s. Tonight when Ray and Gavin gave me that hoodie to smell, I
couldn’t help but take it when Ryan made them go to bed. It makes me feel all
good and fuzzy like when Ryan and I used to scent. It just smells so sweet and
good, I don’t even want to taint the smell of it with my scent.
 
I have with me now and I’m curling it up in my arms like a fucking doll, but I
can’t help myself. It smells too good and it’s so warm. It makes me think that
he’s actually laying beside me and that I’m now all alone in this dark room.
 
I have been thinking about trying to shapeshift back into him again, but I’m
too nervous that I’ll get caught. I’m just so interested if he really does have
a ...knot. I would love to see it for myself. Just a glimpse is all I’m asking
for. Wow, this hoodie has really reminded me how much I just want Geoff to be
beside me. He doesn’t even have to touch me, but being beside me would be
completely worth it, especially since he smells this good.
 
It isn’t fair to think about Ryan doing things with Geoff, but both Ray and
Gavin said that that was pretty hot to think about. I don’t know, though. I
would kill to be in Ryan’s place, stealing Geoff’s hoodie after some brushes
and teasing kisses during a Let’s Build or some shit. That would be fucking
awesome and it isn’t fair that it isn’t happening to me.
 
And Joel...I don’t even know how to feel about that. Gavin and Ray said that
Joel has a thing for me but I don’t know if it’s really true or not. Plus I
can’t understand why Joel would like me. We barely interact fucking inside the
office let alone outside. It makes me wonder why Geoff doesn’t like me even
though we are so close in the office. Right?
 
…
 
Spending the last 20 minutes face deep in Geoff’s hoodie and getting a boner
from it isn’t that fun. Well, it is, but I would much rather have the real
Geoff here and get the actual source from the amazing strawberries. I wonder if
Geoff had ever liked my smell one day. Maybe he caught a whiff of my smell and
maybe he liked it and just didn’t say anything. Maybe I can buy some enhancers
at the pharmacy one day without Ryan knowing. I’m starting to realize how much
scents really do affect our dynamics because damn, everyone smells so good in
the office. Do they think the same about me? I guess only Joel does.
 
Michael.
 
When Michael shut off the laptop, he once again placed the hoodie over his face
and closed his eyes. He imagined being able to rub his face all over Geoff’s
actual arm, feeling the warm glow that would radiate so excitedly from the
beautiful ink that laced his arms. He had currently been day dreaming like this
for the past hour and now the time was reaching almost three o’clock in the
morning. Possibly, Ryan would make pancakes with raw bacon just like he used to
whenever he and Michael still lived together. It would remind the vampire of
the lazy Saturday mornings that they use to have, waking up almost at noon,
kissing leisurely with eyes still closed, and having the sleepy spells of yawns
that they would throw at each other all while trying to make coffee with a
couple drops of rich human type O negative blood for that added flavor.
 
There was a comforting purr that Michael gave himself whenever he thought of
those mornings again. He smiled, beginning to think of what it would be like if
Geoff were to take Ryan’s place, nothing in a bad way, but in a romantic and
loving way where Geoff and Michael would easily wake up to each other, possibly
tease each other in the bathroom, and finally begin the morning with Irish
Coffee and fresh blood packs for energy. He could only imagine what the morning
sex would be like for him - so virgin and innocent he was. He felt his cock
twitch, tingling excitedly at the now semi-familiar arousal. It pressed eagerly
against Michael’s boxers, but he ignored it, crossing his legs slightly to just
get the slightest relief.
 
He remained focused on the innocent mornings that he and his Alpha would have
when they would finally court, bond, and then mate. They were such small and
simple dreams, but they were the best to Michael and the ginger could only wait
for so long until they were to actually come true. Clawing at the hoodie one
more time just to release another cloud of strawberries to dull his mind with
the scent, Michael closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep.  
***** Michael/Geoff I *****
Chapter Summary
     Geoff has noticed he's been feeling weird too...He blames Michael.
Chapter Notes
     Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in so long. Here's some micheoff-plot
     and flirt.
     Don't worry they do stuff in the next update -swoon-
     Please_tell_me_if_you_have_a_suggestion_or_even_a_prompt_for_a_scene!
     In fact, I'd love to hear anything from you ;) Suggestions are great.
     AND I'm taking requests for my new fairy-tale series!
"Okay, dickholes, where's my fucking hoodie?" Geoff growled, rummaging through
his desk and drawers. He even went so far as to try and look over the other
guys' desks as he walked around when the Let's Play was over. They have been
recording for over an hour and a half all while running into lunch break. Jack
went with his wife to pick up a couple of burgers and sodas while Ryan decided
to catch up on work with Lindsay for the time being.
 
Gavin hummed high, pursing his lips tightly while sneaking a look over at his
werewolf mate. They exchanged guilty yet playful looks before Gavin shrugged.
Michael froze, fingers now clasping harsh and rough against the mouse, eyes
just staying blank and dull into the computer screen.
 
There was the tingling again. It felt like thousands of little pins picking at
him repeatedly over and over again.
 
"Don't know, Geoff," Gavin finally spoke up, the immature laughter peeking
through his tone.
 
"Bullshit," the demon rolled his eyes, pointed teeth beginning to grit in an
irritated anger. Nothing too serious or overbearing, but still bitter. "It's
been missing for almost two weeks now and I've looked everywhere in my house.
It isn't there."
 
"We don't have it, dude," Ray smiled, teeth a flashing white. "But two weeks
and you're just now saying something? You're getting old."
 
The two Omega mates looked at each other again, this time exchanging curious
looks of puzzlement. In all honesty, they had no idea where Geoff’s hoodie was.
Ever since the day that Michael came over, they completely forgotten all about
it and paid it no mind until Geoff said something. It’s been missing for almost
a week now since the hoodie’s been missing from their eyes.
 
Geoff clicked his tongue, crossing his arms before plopping down in his seat.
It squeaked and groaned under the sudden shift of his weight. Michael
could feel the demon's eyes boring into him, the tingling in his hands
beginning to become unbearable and even began to trail down to his toes.
 
"Michael?" The vampire's ears visibly twitched at the sudden coolness of
Geoff's tone. It was light and carefree, almost as if it was purposeful so that
Michael could slip into his fingers and get trapped but his hands. The vampire
tensed, continuing to look at the screen with a bored expression.
 
"Don't know where it is," he bit his tongue hard</i>; hard enough to taste the
thick paint of blood, smell it too. He looked back at the demon and gave a
shaky smile, purposely showing the tips of his fangs at the demon. Geoff tilted
his head, chuckling deep at the vampire's face.
 
“Why you doing that?”
 
“Doing what, Geoff?” Michael smirked, raising an eyebrow. He felt the grinding
in his stomach that felt like a heavy punch, however, and it made his heart
race. Ever since the tingling and symptoms began, it’s always been difficult to
talk to the demon for the vampire. He remembers when they used to communicate
so well in the previous years but he always has to talk into account of how
nervous he gets, especially when it feels like there are tiny knives stabbing
at your toes and fingers every time you are near someone. Talking to Geoff
became limited along with the gestures that they use to do or even the smiles
that they gave to each other. And especially that laugh that the demon always
managed to give off. It was so addictive and enticing, Michael just craved to
make Geoff laugh even more so, just like he felt right now when the demon
finally busted out a hearty giggle and it caused Michael to smile even more so,
pressing the tips of his teeth on his skin.
 
“Doing that, dumbass. Why you doing that with your teeth?”
 
“Just natural reaction, I guess,” Michael shrugged and felt all of the color
leave his face and drain all the way down to what seemed like his groin. It was
just a normal, nonchalant conversation between them yet the vampire was making
it into something more with the tingles that he felt and he cursed himself for
feeling such a way. “Just think it’s funny that your memory’s fading from your
age and you’re too old to even remember where your fucking hoodie is.”
 
Geoff’s face brightened up, a surprised smile gaping open. Gavin made a little
huff through bit lips, trying so hard to not throw in a secondary comment to
add to Michael’s statement.
 
“Excuse me?” the demon asked, eyes as bright and blue as the sky. Michael
dipped his head, suddenly feeling hot. His hands were trembling and so shaky;
he was never unconfident with his talkbacks like this - never like this. After
a slight moment’s hesitation the demon crossed his arms, mouth now closing to a
tight and smug smirk. “You got my hoodie, vamp?”
It took all of Michael’s energy to not whine in wanting. His fingers seemed to
quake into a curled fist, trying their very best to not show how much the boy
was trembling. Just the word “vamp” - a pet name, mind you - made Michael shift
in his seat uncomfortably. There was a pump of blood that he felt fill his
mouth when he realized that he once again bit down on his tongue, tips of sharp
fangs puncturing the thick skin of the muscle. He shot a look at Geoff,
swallowing down the drips of blood in his mouth before he managed a smile.
 
“Maybe I do?” he asked, managing to grin brightly despite all of the sea-
sickness that he felt from the nervousness that his body gave him.Damn the
tingling. “What’s to say that I don’t?”
 
“Give me my hoodie, vamp,” Geoff gave that venomous grin, eyes focusing hard to
where they were almost in glowing, blue slits. They were fucking terrifying and
made the vampire melt with the electric surges that plagued his body like a
sickness. “Give it to me, now.”
 
“No,” Michael replied with a pounding heart. He pulled that playful, yet
cringing smile and looked at Geoff with his wide brown eyes. He made sure the
tips of his fangs poked out ever so slightly to give that Alpha demon that calm
purr that he craved. Like milk mixed with hot cocoa.
 
“No?” the Alpha sneered. He playfully rolled his chair that he was in over to
Michael with just a mighty kick of his legs. The wheels squeaked for a while
before he stomped to a stop, causing a little bit of drag on the carpet. Ray
and Gavin were trying not to look over and try to keep to their own business,
but they were already smell the fearful peaches that clouded the air. Michael
was becoming nervous - theexcited kind of nervous. “You denying my ask?”
 
Michael made a little chuckle before ultimately coming up from his chair,
knocking off his headphones. He was blushing, but he would never admit it.
 
‘Where are you going, boi?” Gavin asked, he was leaning against his seat,
fingers over turned with his body and grazing over Geoff’s pant legs. The demon
continued to give the ginger vampire while he stood up from the chair, a look
of interest very plain in his eyes.
 
“He’s going to run away like a little coward. You would never stand a little
fight with me, would you?”
 
“We can having a pissing contest all you want, but that’s just what it is. You
wanna be Alpha?” Michael clicked his tongue before walking out the door.

                                      ~~~

Geoff was brushing his hair after stepping out of the shower, feeling so cold
to where it caused his teeth to chatter and his jaw to move to try and
accommodate the loss of heat. He can’t understand as to why he felt this way,
especially out of walking such a hot and steaming shower. He was looking in the
mirror, brushing a loose hand against his horns before beginning to swipe his
hair naturally around them. He’d been so focused on the way his appearance was
and he couldn’t even understand why. The past few days, however, there was no
flaw that was on Geoff that he left unnoticed without fixing it almost
immediately. This was the way his hair was flared around the bases of his
horns, the way his mustache curled so perfectly upward and maintain that shape
that defined his entire character, and finally even checking his eyes to see if
they were at their brightest today.
 
He couldn’t help himself whenever he did this; it just became part of his
routine the last few days and even the problem with trying to maintain his
“look” was driving him insane. Ever so often, he would feel compelled to rush
into the bathroom to spruce up his face and make sure everything was just right
with his complexion. It was very odd; usually he never worried about what he
looked like.
 
His horns curled into the most perfect point, fading from a pitch black to a
nice blood red. He loved his horns, but lately they started to bother him; they
were way too sensitive to the touch and often times, Geoff would be paranoid
that something was going to brush up against his head to ache at his horns.
 
“I think I’m on my period,” Geoff finally stated to Gavin when they were alone
together. Gavin just happen to crawl into the bathroom to quickly use it before
Geoff could realize that he was even there. They aren’t usually allowed to use
the building’s showers, but Geoff always got away with it, especially when the
hot water wasn’t working at his own apartment. The wendigo looked with eyes
full of laughter before he agreeing with the demon.
 
“Don’t bleed everywhere; good luck with that.”
 
“No, I’m serious,” Geoff sighed before crossing his tattooed arms. He was still
looking at the mirror, trying to look over his eyes and marking down the
details. “Do you see what I’m doing? I feel all girly.”
 
“What, because you wanna look nice?” Gavin sneered before shoving Geoff over
and beginning to wash his hands. It wasn’t uncommon for the boys use the
bathrooms together, but Geoff did feel a little uncomfortable when the Omega
purposely jutted his hip and knocking it against his body so that he could move
out of the way. The wendigo took over the mirror while turning on the sink to
wash his hands. “Omega boys try to feel pretty all the time. What’s wrong with
that?”
 
“I’m not Omega and I know I look good,” Geoff manage to give off a smug smirk,
punching Gavin playfully in the arm. There was a soft noise that the wendigo
made that made the Alpha demons’ ears perk up in interest, but he brushed it
off when he recalled the month when he tackled Gavin while he was in heat. It
wasn’t supposed to be anything too guilty, but Ryan sure did get of Geoff’s
nerves as a result. “I feel like...I don’t know.”
 
“Are you trying to impress someone, love?” Gavin asked, even taking his own
fingers and brushing the bangs from his eyes. His hair fell into perfect,
loose, and messy strands that the Alpha couldn’t help but stare at the dazzling
Omega.
 
When Geoff and Gavin first met, it was when Dan was still in the picture before
he moved on to basics and soon, there was barely any word of him. Back then,
that was when Gavin was in his early twenties, Geoff couldn’t stop staring at
the pretty wendigo. He was just a gorgeous creature - one who was thin and
perfect to be laced around Geoff’s arms when they would nuzzle at night. It was
a dream that the eldest always had, but it never happened. Geoff wasn’t
disappointed by it, but he remembers having that crush on the Brit. It always
made things just a little awkward whenever they were alone together. Not for
Gavin, though; only Geoff. He wasn’t trying to subconsciously impress the
Omega, though, was he?
 
“I don’t think so?” Geoff asked in the form of a question. He saw the Omega
laugh, bending over the sink to get his shirt just a little wet before he stood
straight on his feet again.
 
“You’d know if you are. Tell me; who’s the funny bloke?”
 
“I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve ever...felt this way,” Geoff was
slow on his speech, feeling a little bit of a swell in his own cock when he
said those words. He tried to keep his composure, frightened that he’d be
releasing a certain smell of some type that would make the wendigo know about
his nervousness.
 
“Is it me, Geoff? Because, let’s face it, it isn’t going to happen, dear --”
 
“I already know that,” Geoff gave off a growl, preparing to open up the door.
“I don’t think it’s you, but I will say I can’t stop look at your ass for the
life of me.”
 
“My mates share this ass; none of which is for you,” Gavin playfully nipped,
getting a chuckle out of the Alpha before he began to walk out the door. Gavin
flicked his middle finger at Geoff’s head while the demon was walking out, only
to giggle when Geoff gave a rumble of half-annoyance. “Lighten up, Geoff.
There’s an ass for you out there to chomp on whenever you want.”
 
“When you say it like that, it makes me feel like shit,” Geoff rolled his eyes.
“I’m into Omegas, but I’m not a horny sexual deviant that is always on the
lookout.”
 
“I didn’t mean it like that, but,” Gavin winked, finally peeling himself from
the mirror and skipping out the door before Geoff was even off the post. Geoff
inhaled, shuddering deep when the smell of the cool, icy peppermint filled his
nose when the wendigo walked by. There was just something sassy about the boy
that made the demon on his toes, ready to pounce with all of his movements and
weight to tackle and have the Omega for his own. “Geoff?” Gavin asked, making
the demon wake up for any day dream that he was holding.
 
“Uh, yeah? What?”
 
“Micoo,” Gavin laughed, fluttering his eyelids closed. “I swear, you’re a dope
if I’ve ever seen one. You, him, and your little thing you got goin’ on those
few days ago.”
 
“The fucker still hasn’t given me my hoodie,” Geoff sighed, resting his hands
on his hips. He felt a small gust of wind brushing against his arms when Gavin
walked back and forth purposely in front of him as if trying to play with him.
“Why?”
 
“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, Geoff,” Gavin laughed, stretching his
arms over his head, tilting his antlers as he felt his skin tighten from the
stretch. He could see the Alpha eyeing him like a lone pond in the desert. His
eyes were thirsty and Gavin was milking the attention for as much as he can
before he finally said, “We saw your hoodie in Rye’s bag - had a little fun
with it.”
 
There was heat of embarrassment beginning to rock at Geoff’s body like a wave
that surrounded him.
 
“You what?”
 
“You heard me.”
 
Geoff was noticeably blushing, feeling the skin that laid at the base of his
horn beginning to ache unbearably. He didn’t feel angry, but he did feel a
little heated from the truth, especially when thinking about what him and the
Alpha vampire did. “I-I’m sorry,” he spoke.
 
“Sorry? You made my boi a horny one,” Gavin winked. “He fucked your hoodie as
if he were a young alpha kit. I wouldn’t be sorry, I’d just be kind to him and
stop making him wait. True Alphas aren’t sorry, Geoff.”

                                      ~~~

This morning rolled by fast, or that’s how it felt to Geoff. They first began
with a little bit of editing along with the planning of Go! before it was
actually recorded. Ryan was the one to win this week from being able to eat the
same kind of food from three different games. It wasn’t the difficult and it
didn’t take long to finish, but it was already noon and the Alpha demon wasn’t
even peckish at all.
 
Soon, the boys were filing out one by one for lunch. Ryan and his mates were
going on towards Quizno’s for a bite to eat. Jack managed to sneak away with
his wife leaving only Geoff alone in the room with Michael still using the
bathroom. He felt nervous and he honestly didn’t know why. Him and Michael have
known each other for years, now! Why is he suddenly acting so odd?
 
“It’s nothing, Geoff,” the Alpha sighed to himself, running his fingers through
his short hair and leaning back in his chair, turning it around towards the
door. He was anticipating for it to open and have Michael walk in with a
confused look as to why he was still even there and not out for lunch. “It’s
nothing, Geoff; it’s just a little get together. Not a date. Not one at all.”
 
Geoff was planning on actually scratching the awful itch that he’s been
enduring now and decided to finally ask Michael to have lunch with him. It
wasn’t anything serious, but it was making Geoff’s senses just a little bit
more heightened than normal. He could feel his young Alpha tearing right
beneath his skin, longing to have a little taste of this promising Omega that
he’s just been having his eyes on. He finally had to confess to himself that
Gavin was right; he was interested and trying to impress someone. He was just
too stupid to not realize that was, in fact, Michael that he was after.
 
The bubbly vampire Omega, Geoff could see why Ryan was so protective over him.
When he and the other Alpha was having their little dispute, he talked about
the boy as if he were his own mate, but he didn’t think of it anything more
other than jeers to make the Head Vampire all pissy and angry. Geoff wanted to
apologize, actually; even though Michael didn’t know of what he and Ryan did
with all of their filthy words and threats, he wanted to sorry himself for
being such a mong.
 
“Geoff?” asked a voice. The Alpha demon twirled his chair around, heart
skipping an excited beat when he heard the familiar voice that belonged to
Omega vampire. “Why you still here? You aren’t skipping lunch again, are you?”
 
“Uh, hey!” Geoff smiled, hopping up from the chair and meeting the boy with a
pat on the shoulder. “I noticed that no one went with you for lunch so, uh…”
 
“You’re gonna take me to lunch?” there was a surprised frown on the Omega’s
lips along with his hazel eyes becoming bright and wide. It seemed that he
couldn’t believe was he was hearing, especially with the rough chuckle that he
gave off in response. “Come on, dude, you don’t have to.”
 
“Aw, come on, buddy,” Geoff shrugged, dangling his keys in the air as soon as
he snatched them from his pocket. “I promise Ryan won’t catch us.”
 
Michael grew quiet, staring at the keys as if he were a curious kitten. The
mention of “Ryan” obviously brought all of the noise from his chest until he
just gave off a half-hearted laughed. “Yeah,” he finally said after a couple
moments of silence. “He’s a tart.”
 
The Alpha smiled, trying to persuade the vampire with all he could. He even
gave that “look” in the boy’s eyes - the kind of look that made Gavin slap
Geoff whenever he made it and tell him to “stop being such a devil”. Michael
melted right in his hands, giggling just like an innocent girl and looking
bashfully at his shoes. “He is a tart. Let’s ditch.”

                                       ~

Michael was slurping at some ice coffee, listening to Geoff tell his stories of
when he was younger and trying to score with little Omega girls that caught his
eye during Spring break. He mentioned the time where he got so drunk that he
ended up banging an unknown monster that was “fucking hot” and ended up being
drugged by their mystical spell to where he didn’t know where he was for the
next three days. As much as it sounded so exciting, Michael was actually
relieved that Geoff was no longer what he was when he was little.
 
From time to time, Michael would add in a little bit of his stories; all of
them included Ryan. He told the time that the Head Vampire was sleeping when he
was only about 15 and Ryan was 21. It was when Ryan first began to drink,
looking after the substance as if it were life blood or water. He would always
be drunk whenever he came home from work after snagging a fifths from the bar.
One night, Ryan came in singing a ridiculous sounding song, not even coupling
the lyrics with proper words of English before his arms were wrapped around
Michael in a stupor. The Omega decided to play a trick on him by morphing into
Ryan’s boss (he was only able to do it after visiting Ryan’s job when he missed
the bus and walked all the way there) and scaring the Hell out of the Alpha.
 
“Jesus, you’re a dick. I would have killed you for changing into my boss. You
didn’t do that while you had sex, did you?” Geoff asked before popping in a
fry. Michael actually barked out a laugh, covering his mouth to hide his
blushing face.
 
The boy was inwardly curling his toes, completely shocked and baffled by the
question. It wasn’t anything offensive, but it put a veryquestionable picture
in his mind of him having such affairs with his soulbonded Alpha. He heard a
little bit of laughter coming from Geoff and the pale pigment in his face began
to develop to an even redder tone.
 
“No! No, w-we never done that.”
 
“What?” Geoff was smiling, leg beginning to bounce in interest at the new fact.
All the time, he thought that him and Ryan were bounded intimately
and physically, but now this changes everything. The demon began to purr,
seeing the vampire snicker so innocently to all words. “You serious? He talks
about you constantly.”
 
“Well, not because we’ve had sex, but,” Michael hesitated, beginning to twirl
his ringer around the lip of the cup of iced coffee. He was trying to carefully
plan out his words, but for some reason, they weren’t coming out. He gave off a
little whirr that caused the demon to raise his eyes in puzzlement; it was a
noise that sounded like a wounded or hurt Omega. He wanted to dwell in the
protective mode that instinctually came with the response of the noise, but he
just shifted in his seat.
 
“But what? I didn’t mean to get so personal,” Geoff bit his lip lightly with
the very point of his fangs. It felt more fragile than ever right now and his
nervous fidgets were beginning to show with his tongue beginning to run through
his sharp teeth.
 
“No, it’s fine!” Michael laughed. “He’s more of like...my dad?” his voice
broke, possibly from a huge amount of embarrassment. “Oh, God, that’s weird --”
 
“It isn’t weird.” The demon was staring at Michael with soft eyes and a lazy
smile. He usually wasn’t the one to judge, especially when it came to his
friends’ pasts. The Omega was babbling so anxiously, trying to clarify himself
of how it wasn’t “incest”, but just a romantic bond between them as a species,
but it all honestly flew over Geoff’s head like an airplane. He was too
distracted of how Michaels eyes were…glowing. They seemed to be radiating their
own personal, warm light set the demon at ease. The reticent bloom of color
from the boy just made Geoff want to hug him.
 
Great, sudden affection? Geoff cleared his throat before finally clearing the
air, stopping Michael of his rambling.
 
“It isn’t weird at all. I just need to understand it more. Plus, all of us need
some elbow room and so look’s like we’ll be eating out more often.” He winked,
making Michael almost choke. The vampire set his iced coffee down, wiping his
mouth and remains speechless for a few moments. It was obvious the sudden
notion caught him by a severe surprise. It was all too cute, if Geoff could
think honestly.
 
“S-seriously?” Michael coughed. “Y-you actually want to hang out outside of
work?”
 
“You act like no one wants to hang out with you,” Geoff leaned back, snatching
the check up from the table, preparing to pull out his money. Michael watched
with apprehensive eyes and a bit lip, treating Geoff’s movements as if they
were toxic and crucial.
 
“You don’t have to pay for me.”
 
“I insist.”
 
“I-I --” Michael lost when Geoff gave the waitress his card and he gave a small
whine. It all just felt so uneasy and he honestly didn’t know how to react to
such a nice thing. He remembers when Ryan would pay for his means, but only
because he was his legal guardian. When the Omega came of age, the Alpha expect
him to split things such as rent, bills, and grocery refills. Michael honestly
can’t remember the last time that someone bought something for him - even if it
was just a large cup of iced coffee.
 
“You barely got anything. It’s not like you actually got a meal or something,”
Geoff explained, still holding that fanged smile that made Michael create a
wobbly grin of his own. “Plus, you’re cute. Cute boys always get the special
treatment.”

                                       ~
 
Entry: 254. Thursday, December 4th, 2014.
 
Holy shit, today was fucking weird. Geoff suddenly asked me out for lunch? God,
I loved it though. I couldn’t stop moving in my seat and biting at my claws. I
know it isn’t good, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s all it took me to prevent
myself from kissing him right then and there because I know it’ll feel
so….right.
 
I honestly thought that it was awesome that we finally got to sit down and talk
for a bit. I lost my cool when I was talking about Ryan, though. My Alpha is
still such a touchy subject because of the certain things that we haven’t done
together. I mean, come on. I haven’t even seen his fucking dick, but everyone
else has. Geoff will treat me like a fucking virgin girl before it’s said and
done with and, fuck, that’s the last thing I want.
 
I do feel like a fucking girl, though. Geoff’s stupid face; I love it. It makes
me want to take his form on again just so I can look at it. I don’t fucking
care, it’s what I want.
 
I wonder how Ryan will feel about this.
 
    * Michael

                                      ~~

“You and Michael?” Gavin asked during the next recording of a Let’s
Build in Minecraft. It was just the two of them alone with everyone else being
off. It was held at Geoff’s house because of his innate laziness to actually
get up to go to work along with the convenience of time on Gavin’s part when he
took the bus to get here.
 
“Yeah, me and him,” Geoff smiled. “I think you’re right.”
 
“Why, something happened?” the wendigo’s pitch rose with interest; he was
curious to see how his boi took it.
 
“I think I can connect with him if I just try, right? He was so damn cute,
Gavin, you don’t even know,” the eldest leaned back on the sofa, taking a swig
of a bottled beer before handing it to Gavin. Both of them tried to reduce how
much and how often they drank together, but so far it hasn’t been that
efficient. “He started talking about Ryan was got so red from it.”
 
“Well, m’mates a blushy subject,” Gavin spoke with a smug tongue. “I hope you
didn’t make him feel all gushy, though.”
 
“Maybe I want him to be all gushy,” the demon said with a rasp of a voice, much
lower than the Omega had ever heard. It even made a shot of a jolt surge
through the wendigo’s fingers, making him flumbly bump his character along the
map. Geoff was always the one to make an Omega stumble in their tracks or
quickly lose their train of thought and motion; it was just a trait that the
Alpha had with his charms and dominance that was already established between
all of them.
 
It was always heated between Geoff and Ryan to portray and sense of dominance
between one another. It was literally like the same poles of magnets trying to
connect, no matter how strong they would repel. Burnie forced the two to not
have heated arguments again (whenever things would really get angry off camera)
because from all of the complaints of stress and tension from the Omegas. Even
the Omegasoutside of the Achievement Hunter office would be affected by it, not
feeling comfortable in the environment full of Alpha strife.
 
“You ought to talk to Ryan about this,” Gavin finally spoke after a few moments
of awkward silence that came from the jolt. “You know how he is with our boi.
Very protective, even if it isn’t seen in the office.”
 
“Ryan has no authority over me,” Geoff rolled his eyes. “I can hang out with
Michael if I fucking please. What’s he going to do, yell at me with his mind?”
He began to place blocks in an agitated manner, missing the places almost every
time and having to replant them. It still annoyed him to no end of how
Ryan believes he has possession over every Lad in the office. “He’s a fucker.”
 
“Watch it; that’s our mate you’re talking about,” Gavin said, but with a smile.
He hated for Geoff to always be angered with Ryan, and it seemed to happen a
lot. He saw the demon give a raised expression of humor before he kicked at the
Omega’s feet.
 
“You watch it, or that mate of your’s will walk on me filling your ass with my
knot.”
 
The Brit made a little domestic growl - nothing threatening or harsh at all. He
gave Geoff a nasty look before throwing his controller at his stomach and
getting up from the couch. Geoff scoffed before having another swig of the
bottled beer before saying, “lighten up. I joke like this with you all the
time.”
 
“I have a mate, thank you,” Gavin sighed before beginning to walk into the
kitchen. He was making a racket with the sudden opening of many of the utensil
drawers before pulling out a fork. “I oughta stab you. You think Michael would
appreciate you talking like this to me after you two just went on a date?”
 
“Gavin, come on,” Geoff sighed. “Take a joke; I’m not an asshole. Michael’s my
little buddy, right?” He saw Gavin putting up the fork before beginning to pull
out some unopened Doritos along with some dip. “Aw, see, here you go! Come on.
Let’s get through with this shit before I have to call your ‘mate’ and tell him
that you’ve been a pissy boy.”
 
***** Past: Michael and Ryan I *****
Chapter Summary
     This is a flashback when Ryan and Michael first meet and the few
     months that follow up with it.
Chapter Notes
     Tell me what you would like to see! I'd_love_to_know
     Will be taking Scene requests to work into the story? Can totally do
     that.
     Next Chapter: Micheoff and Jurnie
      
     I do apologize if the flow in this chapter isn't...quite that smooth.
     I'm still working on how I'm actually going to "plot" with my fics.
The chattering of the mall was giving him such an awful pain that he couldn’t
even bare to try and put his headphones in to listen to his music all while
idly sipping black coffee. Still so tired and cranky, Ryan lolled his head to
the side to see if there were any sign of his friend of which he was suppose to
meet up with.
 
In fact, the girl wasn’t even really his friend; she was just some young
succubus he had met over0 Facebook. She seemed really kind and nice; they have
been talking to each other for about a month now and she finally `wanted to
meet up with him. It was the worst mistake Ryan could have made because she was
over an hour late and so far, the clamor of the mall along with the
constant, idiotic thoughts of the monsters and humans that roamed throughout
were giving him the worst headache he’d ever had.
 
The ability to read minds is both a curse and a gift. Sometimes Ryan could hear
just the faintest croon of an Omega in heat, screaming for an Alpha to tend to
them (and in all honesty would keep him entertained) and other times,  he would
hear such disgusting terms of humans degrading monsters. Either way, Ryan had
not yet learned how to control his skills of mind reading and he was desperate
to try and seclude each individual thought of the people that surrounded him.
There was still no sign of the young, blond succubus and so with a slight
heave, the vampire got up from his seat and began to walk away.
 
It was so dusty in the mall, full of smoke from cigarettes along with the
stench of perfume that almost engulfed the vampire in a cloudy musk that he
coughed loudly, desperate to try and get away from the crowd in the food court.
The smells combined together were certainly awful and he dreaded ever coming
here in the first place. A mixture of cheap perfume, clover cigar smoke, philly
steaks, and hot dogs; they were making him so nauseated.
 
But then, there was a certain smell that caught him off guard. It was a scent
unlike any other he smelled whether good or bad - especially at the filthy mall
of which he stood. It was a good scent though; in fact, it was an amazing smell
that nearly made him turn his head with wide eyes. He couldn’t see it, but it
was there, even if it was just the slightest whiff.
 
Peaches, his mind sung. Such a lovely aroma.


                                      -~-


The vampire nearly spent all of his money just browsing around and buying
something that caught his attention for the first second that he saw it. There
were colognes that caught his attention, but there was no amount of synthetic
perfumes and fragrances to cover up the stench of peaches that was still caught
in his nose. He sniffled and even blew into a tissue to see if it was something
in his nose, perhaps some sort of irritation to make him believe he was
smelling such things; perhaps it was even his mind playing tricks on him. No
matter, he continued to stroll through the mall, continuing to receive such
curious eyes from young human children that would pass him, their mothers
pulling them close in defense. It was all like some sort of cheesy film that
would describe just how badly the humans really thought of monsters in their
society, discriminating against them and giving them such bad times.
 
Humans were no piece of cake, either. They were hateful and selfish, nothing
like monsters who can receive a heart and soulful bond with a specific mate. It
make the Head sick of how the mortals could treat love like a dime, spending it
as if it meant absolutely nothing and reusing it like a dirty towel. Love was
so much more; so much more than what any mere mortal could understand.
 
The rolling thoughts of constant sex and perversion that screamed at his head
made him nauseated, making it difficult to enjoy such leisurely trips such as
going to the mall or even to the park. There were always “noisy minds”, what he
called them, that would get on his ever loving nerve and it would be all he
could do to prevent himself from biting everyone to make it all stop.
 
And then, just out of the sea of racket, there was a pretty song and coo from a
troubled mind that past him in a dart, catching him so off to where he turned
his head to follow it. It sounded so helpless and distressed, worried and
fearful.
 
Okay, I can make it out of here. All I gotta do is… and then it was faded into
disappearance.


                                      -~-


“Suckers,” the red headed boy spat when he finally got away from the group,
running in the rooms of the mall and flying towards the escalator that headed
upward. He couldn’t make a scene so he tried to blend in as best as he could
with the surrounding humans. The thirteen year old boy would be so easy to spot
with the flames of red that burned his hair along with his bright, beige eyes
that seemed to glow when in a good light. He ducked his head down, making sure
he was short enough to not be seen over the railing and receiving various
chuckles and giggles from the group of people that were around him, rolling
their eyes at the feisty ginger that wanted to run away.
 
When he finally reached the second floor, he was off again with coins jingling
in his pockets as he was dashing around the stores, running into sleeves of
hanging leather coats and even getting caught on some lacy bras meant for
women. He didn’t care, just as long as he could get away from that stupid group
of orphans. Once he finally reached the Dunkin’ Donuts, he stopped and caught
his breath, laughing so foolishly to himself about his escape.
 
“They’ll never find me here. Hopefully they won’t look, either,” he told
himself, slamming a fist in his pocket and grabbing some change before he
looked up at the menu of the store. There were such tasty smells including
lovely strawberries and cinnamon. His mouth was watering for a treat right now
and he was dying to taste something sweet after being deprived of it for so
long. Back at the orphanage, the kids weren’t allowed to have treats unless it
was a special occasion such as someone’s birthday or a holiday. Michael never
received candy at all because of his vampirism. He was only fed baby bottles of
pig’s blood, gagging at the thick taste and begged for something less bitter.
He was never given it, though; those stupid people. They don’t know anything
about vampires, do they?
 
“I want a chocolate doughnut!” Michael yelled loudly, shoving loose bills at
the cashier. The woman didn’t reply except for an unsettled smile from the
boy’s sudden outburst before giving him a couple of excess money that the boy
had given her before making change. The ginger was merrily bouncing, eagerly
wanting to have his hands on the creamy and glazed chocolate that would feel so
smooth against his skin before it would melt. It smelled so good.
 
When he got it, he immediately took a bite, making a content noise before
sitting in a chair, enjoying the delicacy and licking his lips. He peeled off
his heavy coat and rolled up his long sleeves without even thinking about
hanging the coat on the chair before it fell down into a pile. He didn’t mind,
just as long as it didn’t make much of a mess. It wouldn’t anyhow now that he
was running away.
 
“Oh, wow,” said a voice, making the meager vampire look up with curiosity. He
had always been self conscious about the way he ate and so hearing an
exclamation like that made his defenses go up almost immediately, ready to
curse out anyone who would judge him in such a way from the messy way he ate.
The boy looked around until he saw a man standing almost right beside him with
a cutesy smile on his face that made him blush.
 
“What are you looking at?”
 
“You must be hungry,” the man answered before beginning to scoot up a chair. He
took of his coat and set it on the table between them along with the smell bag
of items he purchased. The vampire nearly almost fell out of his own seat,
trying to get up from the table to move away until there was a halting noise
that came from the older. “No, don’t leave! You look alone. Where’s your mom?”
 
“Dead,” the boy spat hatefully, beginning to scoop up the remaining chocolate
crumbs that were on the table and brushing his own legs off from them. There
was an unstable frown that came from the man in result of the snarky ginger and
Michael grinned. “Didn’t expect that, did you?” He had no intentions of
staying, but he could see the distress that came from the older’s face and he
groaned. “Look, it’s no big deal. So what I’m an orphan?”
 
“Well, it’s obvious that you’ve had no one to look after you and teach you
proper manners,” the latter replied. “I’m so sorry about your parents.”
 
“It’s no big deal, like I said,” Michael replied, actually beginning to snag
the chair back under him. He realized that was an ass statement, but he
couldn’t help feeling so angry. With this man, however, came comfort? His eyes
were the flat, still, and calm pool of water that could act like a mirror. “I’m
sorry I got a bit rude like that. I’m just trying to,” he paused, looking past
the man’s head, as if trying to look behind him for an attacker. “Hide. I’m
hiding from the orphan group.”
 
“You’re running away?” the man’s voice was a shatter of a shock that made the
ginger hush a shrill breath.
 
“Shut up! You don’t know what it’s like there! All the children laugh at me;
they call me name’s like ‘freak’ and --” the boy cut off before he bit his lip,
showing pin-like, tiny fangs to poke at his skin. He was trying not to cry, and
it was obvious; he didn’t even realize that the older man’s eyes had widened in
amazement, fingers twitching until they curled into tight fists against the
table. “They laugh whenever the ‘Mommies’ give me a bottle of blood and then
they spill it open so I can’t eat it --”
 
“Blood? Oh, my God.” the man got up from his chair, catching Michael be
surprise and even making him give a sharp hiss in defense.

“So what? Yeah, I’m a vampire; what of it?”
 
“Dear, boy,” the man had swung around the table to get to him, touching his
shoulders whenever he was close enough. There was a spark. Something jolted
through Michael’s body with that touch. “I absolutely knew there was something
about you that lead me towards you. I tried to read it in your thoughts but,
good Lord, they’re too frightened and jumbled to read.”
 
The tiny vampire had a look of confusion plastered all over his face, looking
at the older man with desperate hazel eyes. He could feel the connection tingle
between them and it was something he never felt before and so he whined soft in
reaction.
 
“I’m scared,” he admitted out of the blue. He didn’t even know where the
statement came from, himself, but there it was. He was fidgeting with his feet
as he continued to sit in the chair, never losing sight of the man’s -
- this vampire’s eyes as he crouched down to get to his level. He could
recognize it. That thick, peppery scent of cinnamon along with just the hinting
sparkle of thick, gorgeous fangs trying to flash for him between pink lips.
Michael was shaking, not knowing how to process this all coming to him in a
sudden light. Once the older was on his knees, he tangles his fingers against
the boy’s and held them tight.
 
“I know you are. I can taste it in your scent, my dear. You don’t have to be
afraid, though. I promise. I’m your Alpha.”
 
“Al-Alpha?” the word felt so new on Michael’s tongue that he actually pressed
it against his fangs to cover that itch. So new, but so natural to say. He
honestly wanted to ask what all of this meant, but yet it was all answered
without a single word being uttered. “I’m your Omega,” he answered.
 
The man nodded blithely. “My pretty vampire; I’ve always wanted to know what’s
been missing in my life,” he brushed a couple of scarlet curls out from in
front of the boy’s eyes. The bright orbs sparkled, revealing such happiness and
relief that radiated from the ginger vampire’s aura. “I’ve finally found you. I
know it’s you.”
 
“Alpha,” Michael smiled, feeling a wave of renewal run over him when the older
said that. “Please, take me away from them.”


                                      -~-


Snow fell in thick flakes around them, landing in gentle piles as the weather
thickened. The older vampire, which Michael learn whose name was Ryan had made
sure he was bundled up in his arms with his heavy coat to snug him. They were
sitting on a cold bench, waiting for the bus to come. Michael began to shiver
from the cold and Ryan cooed, cuddling Michael even closer to his neck. He
stole a kiss from the little vampire’s lips and Michael mewled lovingly,
wanting to tilt in for a deeper taste, but the Alpha wouldn’t let him.
 
“Please,” Michael begged, breath puffing out in a cloud from the cold. “I’m
freezing and you’re so warm, Alpha.”
 
Ryan tried to wrap his own coat around the small boy to keep the heat between
them. “Michael,” he said. “Behind closed doors, we can have as many kisses as
you please. Right now, there are people around.”
 
“I don’t care about people,” Michael muttered, laying his head into the crook
of the older vampire’s neck. He laid small kisses into the warm skin of the
Alpha and even trying to scrape his itchy fangs. Ryan gave a low noise that
made the Omega shudder, curling his toes in his shoes and squirming in the
older vampire’s lap. “D-don’t growl at me. It makes me feel weird.”
 
“It isn’t growling,” he chuckled. “I’m just glad you’re trying to nibble at me
like an Omega should,” he replied with a trembling voice. He was trying to
relax and bask in Michael’s happy thoughts, but it was hard. His heart was
pounding from realization that he legally has kidnapped a child without the
orphanage even knowing. He was worried, but there was no going back now. He
began to think of lies as to why Michael is in his possession; perhaps he could
convince the people that the boy got lost and he found him. It seemed like a
legitimate story, but then he was thinking how that would look so suspicious if
he came to try and actually adopt Michael, which was his plan. It isn’t healthy
for bonded vampires to be separated; loneliness would spread faster than a
disease.
 
He cuddled against Michael, brushing him gently of snow beginning to land on
his head. “Don’t worry, my dear, the bus will be here soon.”
 
“I’m fine as long as I have you,” Michael crooned. “Just promise me you won’t
take me back to that fucking orphanage.”
 
“Language, Michael. Did the orphanage teach you that?” he chuckled when he saw
the young vampire in his arms grin from ear to ear, revealing those tiny razor
teeth. His own smile faded soon after when he muttered, “I’m sorry. I can’t
keep you just yet.”
 
“What?!”
 
Ryan shushed him, looking left and right to try to make sure they weren’t
causing a scene. “Michael, please. I promise it won’t be long. Jesus, I’ll
probably get in a lot of trouble for having you in the first place.”
 
Michael pouted, holding his breath so that he wouldn’t give off a childish sob.
“No, no. I want to stay with you. We finally found each other; they can’t
separate us.”
 
“They can and they will,” the older said, beginning to stand up with the boy
dangling from his neck. There was the beginning of squealing brakes from the
slowing bus coming towards the stop before it finally halted.
 
“Don’t take me back. At least for tonight, don’t let me go,” the Omega begged,
headbutting at the Alpha lightly. “I’ll lose my mind.” He was wiggling in
Ryan’s hold, when the Alpha picked him up from his lap and settled him on the
ground. He sighed in concernment before grabbing a hold of Michael’s freezing
hand.
 
Ryan didn’t say a word. He tightened his grip around the ginger boy so that he
could start climbing the stairs on the bus.


                                      -~-


Michael fell asleep on the way home, cheek squished onto Ryan’s chest with
particle snores exiting his nose. Ryan thanked the driver for the ride before
stepping off in front of the apartment complex, heaving Michael upward to his
chest to tote him. He made sure he was as gentle as he could be and it wasn’t
hard because of how light Michael was. He grew a bit worried, wondering if
Michael had even been fed properly at that orphanage or if they just completely
neglected him for his vampirism.
 
It was a quiet, even if it was as early as 8 o’clock. Usually, it would be a
lot noisier but the snow seemed to kill the vibe of the town. Ryan was somewhat
thankful for the peace and quiet so that his Omega would be able to rest a
little bit more without having to worry about going back to the orphanage.
 
Ryan made note to call the place when he stepped inside. Michael finally woke
up with dim, sleepy noises, already brushing against Ryan’s skin
affectionately. The older vampire hummed and sat Michael down on the bed
helping him out of his coat.
 
“I’m going to have to call them. Just wait here and behave yourself.”
 
“Ryan, promise me I won’t be there for long.”
 
“As long as I have something to say about it,” the sandy blond huffed, pulling
out his phone. He asked Michael the name of the place so he could look it up


                                      -~-


Ryan hung up the phone after eleven rings and no answer. Unbelieveable, he
couldn’t help but think. It would be an absolute blessing to have Michael out
of there as soon as he could afford. It must be awful being a lone vamp in the
middle of teasing and ignorant human children. Ryan tossed the phone to the
opposite end of the couch and picked up the remote to put the T.V on a low
volume.
 
“They didn’t answer?” the teen asked, leaning into Ryan when the Alpha sat on
the couch. They were both beginning to lay on their sides, Ryan pulling Michael
into his grasp in a lazy spoon.
 
“No. Says a lot about them. I don’t want you there,” the Alpha muttered. “I
actually know how to properly take care of my Omega.” He felt the vampire blush
in his grasp and he smirked, tightening the grip of his arms around the boy.
 
“You smell good, Alpha,” Michael hardly uttered, digging his nose against the
skin of the older’s arm. “Nothing like the humans. They all smell as bitter as
a fuckin’ lemon peel.”
 
Ryan kissed at the back of Michael’s head, mentally shushing the boy of the
curse words. The teen was already getting a bit tipsy from his Alpha’s cinnamon
scent and Ryan chuckled when Michael tried to turn over, fidgeting around to
get comfortable. He buried his face in the crook of Ryan’s neck, tongue already
beginning to lick at the fresh glands that tasted so syrupy and rich. He’d
never felt so carefree like this, being able to feel so secure in this man’s
arms. They didn’t even need a real introduction before the love and bonding was
already there. It made the younger vampire so pleased.
 
Ryan pulled the boy away, lilting faintly before their lips slotted together.
Michael’s grip tightened on the Alpha, tongue so greedily trying to explore the
older’s mouth, but the sandy blond pulled away. “N-no, Michael. You’re so
young, I feel I would be taking advantage of you by doing that.”
 
“It’s just kisses, Alpha,” the Omega purred, planting a smooch on Ryan’s mouth.
“What does it matter? It’s not like we’re rubbing cocks or anything, right?”
 
“Goodness,” Ryan actually barked a small bit of laughter at Michael’s choice of
words. “I suppose you’re not so young if you feel the need to use that type of
language.” His hands began to try and trail downward to place themselves so
shakily on the boy’s thighs. “You’re my beautiful vampire,” he praised.
 
Michael linked the bend of his leg around Ryan’s outer thigh, taking the Alpha
by surprise before they were caught in a kiss again. The older vamp breathed
heavily through his nose to contain the need to try and squeeze the whole of
his hand on Michael’s skin. He parted them again, emitting a low grunt that
made the Omega’s head duck low.
 
“Don’t entice me, Omega,” he begged, gasping light when he noted the rough edge
that lined his tone. He didn’t mean to speak to Michael that way, especially
when the ginger whimpered and closed his eyes, quivering low in his place. “N-
no, I’m sorry, Michael. I didn’t mean --”
 
“No, I understand,” the younger Omega whirred. “I’ve went a bit too far.”
 
“I forgive you...But those types of movements and,” his voice trailed off,
trying to pull Michael’s leg from around him. “Those are reserved for mates.
You aren’t my mate, Omega.”
 
Michael didn’t speak. He pouted instead, nodding as if he were trying to give
off the notion of understanding, when Ryan knew that he didn’t. The boy’s
thoughts were full of disappointment and sorrow.
 
“Michael, don’t be down,” Ryan encouraged, picking up the vampire’s chin in for
a peck. “I’m here to keep watch after you. I’m your Head that has been chosen
to protect you. N-not mate.”
 
“I just got too excited is all. I’m okay,” the younger insisted. He kept his
touches to himself, pulling his arms back to his chest. He smiled, bumping his
nose against Ryan with sleepy nuzzles.
 
The Alpha smiled, purposely sending those warm and cuddling vibes through his
fingertips. “Sleep, my dear. My poor Omega’s been through a lot in one day,
hasn’t he?”
 
“I want to stay with you Alpha. Don’t want to go back to that stupid place,”
the boy grunted, leaning back towards Ryan and burrowing his face into the
older’s chest. He placed little cups of his lips against Ryan’s thick shirt,
hands beginning to find their place gipping onto the fabric. Ryan smelled of
candles, the kind that would be set up for Halloween or maybe even
Thanksgiving. It reminded Michael of Autumn, even during this snowy weather
outside. He felt warm - he felt safe in his Alpha’s arms. This random being out
of nowhere to give him such affection and make Michael feel
this connection between them brought such happiness to Michael’s fluttering
heart. “Please, Alpha, don’t let me go back.”
 
“My dear,” Ryan had his arms wrapped around Michael’s waist, giving a soft kiss
on Michael’s forehead. The vampire was like a live wire in his arms, constantly
trying to squirm to get in a better, comfortable position but he could just
never find it. It hurt Ryan’s heart to know how distressed his Omega was due to
the fact that they will soon be separated once again. “Don’t fret. I’ll go talk
to them tomorrow. Maybe...maybe they’ll just let me have you.”
 
“They don’t like me, Ryan,” the teen whimpered.
 
“They’re dust in the wind, my love,” Ryan whispered lowly, trying to hold back
the rage of seeing the brand new site of his love beginning to tear up. His
fangs were tingling, itchy to bite in defense of anyone who would make his
little vampire upset and smelling of salty tears. “They mean nothing. And I
love you. You are my Omega - my dazzling, boy.”



                                     -~-~-


A week passed by without a single word of a “dainty, semi-aggressive, ginger-
type vampire” gone missing. It brought an awful taste to Ryan’s mouth as he
searched far and wide for a MISSING poster, any detail on the news, and even
the back of a milk carton to see his Michael’s face look with sad eyes. No one
seemed to be concerned at all and it made Ryan angry.
 
His instincts were so young, priding over his Omega as if he were the most
prized being in all the world. At times, he wouldn’t even let the boy leave his
hand when they were walking down the snowy and icy streets together. Seeing
that there was no one even remotely concerned about his Michael made him fume.
The ginger was his most cherished and should be treated with the utmost love
and care. He didn’t deserve to be in such an awful place.
 
The more days that the Alpha and Omega spent together, the more inseparable
they became. Ryan honestly couldn’t help himself when he woke up to a
delightful scent of ripe peaches coated with just a layer of fruitiness. He
licked at Michael’s fangs when they kissed, trying to get that same taste to go
along with the smell. Michael would try to pinch his lips on Ryan’s canines,
threatening to draw blood, but the older wouldn’t let him in fear that they
would be “going too far” and reaching what Ryan called “mate-behavior
territory”. He still had so much to teach the boy; one being that it’s such a
sexual thing for a vampire to drink another’s blood. All these boundaries and
rules made Michael groan in such agitated frustration, but he would be swept
away when Ryan would made him all drunk off of his scent when they would
cuddle.
 
Halfway through the week, Ryan let Michael have one of his blood packets -
actual human blood that’s donated willingly from nice people. Michael drank it
down as if it were milk for a babe, becoming so touchy all over Ryan to where
the Alpha would make Michael sit in the corner to calm down from being too
rowdy. It was the blood. It always made vampires feel a whole lot better,
wanting to reach inner instincts - something that the public would not be able
to handle. The Head was more than understanding and so he let Michael sometimes
pick at his hair, give him rough and biting kisses until his lips were sore,
and even plant blue and black fingerprint bruises on his arms for grabbing to
hard when they were trying to scent. It was all apart of trying to settle with
their dynamic bond.
 
Even Ryan had to ask for forgiveness from…someone whether it be the Great
Creator or anyone else because last night, he caught himself gazing at his
Michael while he was on his laptop, playing away at some RPG horror sites. He
was laying on his stomach, right in front of the T.V and right in the view of
his Alpha, swaying those hips side to side everytime he would kick his feet in
the air. Ryan shuddered, having to excuse himself in the bathroom and cursing
himself for looking at his Omega with such opportunistic eyes.
 
Disgusting, rude, sinful, hateful, selfish, perverted…God, he’s only thirteen
years old, too, you sick vamp, Ryan gave himself no mercy before returning to
Michael to offer to make some dinner with such shaky and sweaty hands.
 
The nights weren’t much better, damn his heightened instincts that made him
restless during the week. He wouldn’t sleep, knowing he had to protect his
Omega before he would ultimately pass out from exhaustion and wake up to the
ginger watching T.V. Michael would murmur so pastel in his sleep, lips daring
to brush against Ryan’s until the Alpha would give in and lean in to have that
kiss. He would cling to Michael as if someone were to steal him; he would also
try his best to not let his hands sink and lower than the ginger’s hips when he
did so, too. Michael would croon in his sleep and Ryan would be watching his
dreams of them together, doing such exciting things like traveling.
 
So far, the week had been so exciting for the both of them with the exception
of this one lazy Sunday morning when Michael stepped out of the shower. He had
lost his towel and he was spewing Omegan-type cries to wake his Alpha.
 
Ryan responded almost instantly when the sounds registered in his brain during
his slumber. “Michael!” he called, hopping from the bed. “Michael, what’s
wrong?”
 
“Cold,” the ginger replied with an audible shiver. “I forgot my towel.”
 
Ryan laughed when he heard the voice of his Michael answering through the door.
He had gone back to the cabinet to snag a towel and came back, opening the door
cautiously so he wouldn’t scare the ginger so suddenly.
 
There was steam that poured out and opened all always of Ryan’s sleepy lungs
when he came inside. He was met with a very soaked and very naked Michael
standing in the middle of the shower, quivering from the evaporative cooling of
the water on his body. “You could’ve kept the shower running if you’re so cold.
Those little nips of your’s are practically as hard as diamonds.”
 
The ginger blushed but bursted into laughter, trying to quickly cover himself
as if he were a woman. “Don’t look at me. I’m small.”
 
“You are,” Ryan chuckled, catching a swift eye of the vampire’s body. His hands
were desperately trying to cover up his sensitive areas, skin beginning to
blossom up a nice shade of pink. Ryan fumbled with the towel when he tried to
open it up, beginning to lose his cool when he drew closer to Michael. “Sorry,
you…wow,” the young Alpha huffed a dense breath when he handed the towel to the
ginger. “My Michael, you’re lovely.” There was a possessive sound that he made.
Michael was a flawless shade of peach skin with some areas of his body blushing
a nice apple red. There were some parts of his arms that shoulders that were
dazzled with innocent freckles and thin, red hair that seemed to be invisible
if it weren’t for the excellent eyes of the vampire looking over his Omega’s
body.
 
The first natural response was to pull Michael close - to hide from wandering
eyes that would look him over, but Ryan stopped himself. He let go of the towel
and the confused vampire wrapped it around his body.
 
“T-thank you, Alpha,” he gushed with a small whine. Ryan could feel the awkward
tension between then and curse his wanting behavior to just bite and lick at
his naked Michael in front of him. He finally forced himself out of the
bathroom and ran to their room to try and clear his mind of his own perverted
thoughts.


                                      -~-


Ryan was making breakfast: two pancakes, some bacon, and a small packet of
blood for Michael’s nourishment. The Alpha decided that if he were to give
Michael just enough of the crimson juice, he would be as loopy as a drunk. He
would purposely give Michael more of it just for entertainment.
 
When they finished eating, Michael already was trying to scooch up close next
to Ryan on the couch, tongue beginning to slide up his arm. “You’re salty,
Ryan. You’re like a saltine.”
 
“Salty? I thought you said I tasted of gingerbread,” the Alpha laughed,
beginning to pull Michael’s pliant body up on his lap. He snuggled his nose
against Michael’s, grinning wide when the Omega began to purr just like a
motor. “My happy Michael. You’re a bit cold, aren’t you?”
 
“Cuddle with me, Daddy,” Michael laughed, leaning in for a messy kiss on Ryan’s
cheek. The Alpha had a plastered look of puzzlement on his face, but he smiled
with a raised eyebrow. He brought Michael close, pulling in the covers that
were scattered on the floor.
 
“Daddy, huh?” Ryan asked, giving a quick peck on the Omega’s nose.
 
“Yes, Daddy. Deal with it,” the ginger mewled.


                                     -~-~-


They went out on a walk through the snow-covered park. Michael’s shoes crunched
against the packed ice of the road and Ryan was quick to try and always kept
the teeny vampire back on his feet whenever he stumbled or slipped. They were
lucky to find a nice area for them to play in;  they threw a couple of snow
balls and even attempted to build a snowman, but it didn’t turn out in their
favor when it toppled over.
 
So far, they have been living together for nearly two whole weeks without so
much a sign of anyone’s care for Michael’s missing. The ginger was more than
glad to not got go back as was Ryan, but the Alpha still felt angry. His Omega
meant so much more than being forgotten at the mall without even batting an
eyelash. What if he hadn’t found him? What if he decided to go home earlier
than he intended? Michael would be missing and no one would be concerned in the
slightest.
 
“I’m so happy I followed your sweet scent,” Ryan muttered into Michael’s ear
when they sat under a shelter. The ginger’s ears were a mad red from the cold
and felt frozen to the touch when the Alpha pressed his lips against them. “If
your Alpha weren’t there to find you, you’d be gone - never to be seen again.
You'd probably be in the arms of a killer or rapist. I wouldn’t be able to
manage knowing my pure Omega’s been defiled by a pervert.”
 
“Ryan, don’t say that,” Michael hummed. “I’d still find you somehow. We’re
bonded, right? It was meant to be.” He gave a small nip of the air when Ryan
gave one of his notorious grumbles that he’s been squeezing out this week,
especially when they had their scenting sessions. “If Daddy’s gonna growl, he
better have a reason. I’m alright, aren’t I?”
 
“I do have a reason, boy. Just the thought of you not being here; you being all
alone --” he cut himself off when Michael bumped at his head lovingly.
 
“But I’m not, Alpha,” he continued. “I’m here, safe in your arms.”
 
Ryan pulled Michael’s hood over his head and gave him a warm kiss. They were
preparing to go back out into the snow. The only thing on his mind was to go
home and have some wonderful hazelnut coffee and warm blankets bundled up
around his Michael while they watch some shows. It would almost be time to
return back to his school and he didn’t even know what he would do with Michael
during that time.
 
For an Alpha finally taking care of his Omega, you’re clueless, Ryan scolded
himself.
 
“I want some hot cocoa, Daddy,” Michael laughed before sighing. “Are you sure
you’re okay with me calling you this?”
 
“You can call me anything you like, Omega.”


                                   -~-~-~-~-


When the weeks started to turn into months, Michael began to grow more
comfortable with showing the public that he was, in fact, an Omega vampire. He
would clasp a hold of Ryan’s hand and pick it up to his mouth for a kiss. Ryan
would try to pull away so that people wouldn’t see, but he was too afraid of
snatching his hand away so rudely from his Omega’s lips.
 
“Now, Michael. You have to be more careful out in the public,” he instructed
when they grabbed some food at Taco Bell. “You can’t just kiss me willy-nilly
as if no one is watching.”
 
“I don’t care about people watching, Daddy,” Michael mused after taking a full
munch on his taco. The hard shell ached at his growing fangs, but other than
that it was delicious. He’s never had a taco before. “I’m proud to be your
Omega and I’m so grateful to have you. Isn’t that okay?”
 
“It’s wonderful, Michael," Ryan muttered quietly, looking over his shoulder
before granting his Michael with a soft kiss. He always made sure there was no
disrespectful eyes to watch them, especially with such an age difference
between them.  “I don’t think it’s good for a thirteen year old to be calling a
nineteen year old ‘daddy’ and kissing them,” he said when they parted.
 
“Maybe, but only because of the stupid people,” Michael laughed and crumpled
the remains of the paper that held his food. “I can totally say I’m eighteen,
though. Don’t I deserve it?”
 
“Not now,” Ryan grinned. “Wait until we are home.” He gathered the rest of his
own paper and pulled out his phone. There were a couple of messages that came
through his email: a couple of assignments were due tonight and there was some
reminders of him to study for an upcoming exam due next week. His eyes were
trailing over the screen dully before something caught his eye. “Michael, next
week they’re opening up that new middle school near the complex.”
 
“No,” Michael whined. “No, Ryan, please.”


                                      -~-


Ryan had talked to the administrator of the new school who was more than
thrilled to try and get Michael into it. She was a young werewolf, she
explained, and so Ryan was a bit more comfortable knowing that the school was
monster-friendly. Michael was sour when he found out that there was a plan for
him to attend the new school, but it was all resolved when Ryan had sat down to
watch a movie with him and play several rounds of air hockey on the Playstation
while popping a Maroon 5 disk in the tray. Michael tried to get his Alpha to
scent with him with sleepy sounds and movements, but Ryan refused and told
Michael he had to focus on his assignments coming up.
 
It was almost three in the morning and he was irritated that Michael stayed up
later than he promised. He finally had Michael asleep and tucked in the couch -
which took around another half hour - before the small teen settled down to
sleep.
 
In all honesty, the assignments were not that difficult. He was an excellent
writer of essays and the topics were easy along with the applied research that
was needed. He got the two major tasks done within the next hour or so before
he slammed his laptop down in completion.
 
“Finally.”
 
He wiped his face, beginning to go back to the living room to gather Michael
up, but he hesitated when he reached for the door knob. He whiffed, hitching
his breath once it rang against his nose.
 
He could smell it in the air; there was a tang of arousal that hung in a solid
cloud of peaches to where it was a struggle to even breathe. He itched at his
nose trying to hold his breath before he caught another whiff. His Omega had to
be messing with himself in some sort of way. There was no other kind of scent
that would’ve said otherwise. He wasn’t wet, not yet. He wasn’t that old enough
to actually gush slick from in between those thighs. He could’ve been only been
messing with his small , cute cock. Either way, Ryan was taken, closing his
eyes and falling against the door frame in a limp mess.
 
My sweet boy, Ryan thought aloud when he droaned those words against his
tickling fangs. “Trying to pleasure himself - I wish I could help,” he tried to
slide back into the deep part of the room and away from the door. He could
picture his vampire sprawled out on the couch, hand trying to grab at his
tender, hard, smooth nub. He trailed his own thick hand down to his package,
trying to fondle at his stirring cock.
 
He hated his young cravings. The smell of a roused and interested Omega always
would get him going, especially if it was his bonded imp. He bit at his
fingers, even pretending that it was Michael’s, but mainly so that he could
just have something to gnaw at. As much as he hated it, he suppressed his inner
Alpha that wanted to run to Michael’s side with a ready tongue to spread him
open and give him that proper licking. Instead, he shamefully just continued to
imagine his Michael whining from being split open by his girthy cock, moaning
so beautifully and calling Ryan’s name with each thirsty thrust.
 
His hand now was wrapped around his cock fully as he continued to harden to
life. He didn’t want to be like one of those perverted Alphas, but damn it it
was difficult. The kind of Head Vampire willing to expose his bonded Omega and
touch him in such a way was looked down upon and he hated it. Their love was
respectful - something pure that was complex and hard to understand. With this
pure love comes bonding rewards that could never be experienced again and it
would all be ruined if he were to humor his inner Alpha and lap over Michael.
 
So instead, he pleased himself with his thoughts and his own hand. He got into
a comfortable position on his side being able to wiggle out of his underwear.
His jerks grew more frantic, especially when there was this wonderful twinges
that ran through his groin when he thought of his small vampire’s petal lips
being able to cup at his heavy sac or even circle around his fat, leaking head.
 
He’s a curse with the way I’m not allowed to spoil him with my cock, he gritted
his noises as silently as he could so he wouldn’t make a ruckus for Michael to
hear.  He tightened his ring as if it were a clenching Omega around his cock
and he was falling for his own movements with each shuddering breath. Oh,
Michael--
 
“Alpha?”
 
Ryan’s eyes shot opened so fast, it nearly blinded him. He was quick to react
with covering himself up, pressing a pillow against his exposed cock before the
Omegan boy opened the door with a smile. Ryan tried to smile back, but instead
he shivered when the smell of an aroused Michael had followed through his nose.
Michael must have known; the smell was so hard to try and cover up.
 
“Michael, goodness, what are you still doing up?”
 
The teen’s eyes drifted over him so hungrily, they could’ve been compared to a
nasty vulture. He chirped without even answering Ryan before he began to crawl
onto the bed all while beaming an almost sinister-looking smile.
 
“I wanna mate, Daddy.”
 
The Alpha’s heart dropped. He was more than fearful of Michael ever telling him
this. “N-no, no, no, boy,” he tried to persuade differently. “Michael, you must
be tired.” He pressed the pillow even harder against his still stiff and
leaking cock. He felt a light pinch of pain that shot through him, but he tried
to grit his teeth and bare it. He was gripping onto the pillow with full force,
Alpha claws beginning to pick at the feathery cotton from how badly he was
trying to hold himself back. His willing imp by his side begging to be bred
even when it’s impossible; he can’t stand it. The ginger successfully slid
himself towards the Alpha’s side on his knees, bending low for a kiss.
 
“I want to please, Daddy. Even though I can’t feel anything right now, I
know you can.”
 
“I knew you were touching yourself,” Ryan croaked, his hands still sinking low
to hide his cock against the pillow. “Go back onto bed, young one. I don’t want
you to see me, at least not like this.”
 
“Were you touching yourself too, Alpha? I could smell it. I wish I could make
such lovely smells like you do, but I’m too young, aren’t I?” Michael’s fingers
tried to sneakily graze over the pillow with intentions to rip it off if it
weren’t for Ryan snarling and making him sputter a whimper. The Alpha
showed teeth and Michael’s humbling instinct kicked in, retreating his hand
back to his body and lowering his head respectfully. “I-I’m sorry, Alpha. I
just want to touch you so badly. I-I want you to touch me too. When you called
me pretty, it meant so much to me and I felt like you meant it.” He stared at
the Alpha’s teeth, biting his lip with his own. It was a habit whenever he saw
Ryan’s fangs flashing at him. “A-Alpha.”
 
“Michael,” Ryan hushed pulling a hand away from the pillow to rub at Michael’s
cheek. The boy’s eyes were tired and glossy, recovering from sleep as well as
the excitement of noticing new smells lingering in the air. He pulled the boy
in for a lick on the nose, getting Michael to giggle when he tried to lick back
and accomplished licking Ryan’s cheek. “I love you, my boy. You are pretty.
You’re alluring, even. Your lips are sweet along with your skin. I love my
Omega more than anything.”
 
Michael laughed blissfully at the confession and finally began to lay down. “I
love you too, Daddy. My big, strong, handsome Alpha. I bet you’ve got a big
cock too, huh? Can your Omega-boy see?”
 
Ryan hitched his breath, trying to work his underwear back on and pushing the
pillow away when he did so. There was still a very noticeable tent that perked
up heavily and Michael whimpered; he didn’t hear so much of an answer coming
out of Ryan, instead he looked at the tent and could only imagine what held
underneath. He shuddered, “when I’m turned on, you can’t even see my cock
through my clothes.”
 
“Michael, you’re a beautiful, healthy Omega.” Ryan would never admit to his boy
that he was blushing from all the words. He knew he wasn’t that impressive as
Michael was saying, but the words were honestly getting to him. “And I don’t
want to hear another word about ‘cocks’ or ‘mating’. At least for tonight. Your
nub is as beautiful as the day is long.”
 
Michael yawned past giggles, obediently snuggling against Ryan and planting a
small kiss on his neck. There was a blinking moment when he tried to rub his
tongue and teeth against the spicy skin, but it was brushed over when his eyes
fell closed. “I want to please my Alpha.”
 
“You do already. Goodnight, my eager Michael,” Ryan spoke with a waver, eyes
beginning to dart down at Michael’s boxers. He was wondering if the boy meant
what he said; it was just primitive Alpha instincts that wanted to know those
praises were more than just words.
 
Michael smelled of strong, ripened peaches. Nothing wet, but the arousal was
surely there. Ryan honestly felt so proud with how fast Michael was maturing,
but he honestly had no idea what he will do when his Michael goes into heat.
***** Michael III *****
Chapter Summary
     Michael has a "wet" dream. It is pretty amazing, too even if the
     chances of it happening are less likely than ever.
Chapter Notes
     Tell me what you would like to see! I'd_love_to_know
     Sorry about the lag of this fic and other fics. My...outlines got
     heavily rained on and I was never able to recover.
Michael found it hard to lift his head. The tips of his ears were aching him
along with his back; it must have been the way he was laying. He was curled up
on his side, knees pressing against his chest with his arms hugged tight around
them for security. The one thing the vampire noticed was how cold he was and
how sharp the air felt around him.
 
When he did finally sit up, he already felt weighed down once again. What
seemed like strong arms was holding him down until they pulled him close to
where he felt a rising chest against his back. At first, Michael almost gave a
distressed cry suddenly feeling entirely helpless when he realized that no
coherent words could form from his mouth.
 
“Hush, hush,” soothed a voice. A light, familiar voice. “What’s wrong, my pet?
You don’t usually wake so early.”
 
There were pillows underneath Michael’s head. Nice and soft and warm enough for
him to flutter his eyes shut momentarily before giving a chitter of agreement.
His heart was beating like a drum, pumping thick blood whenever he felt the
touch of the man behind him. It could have been no one else. There was no one
that Michael knew that possessed the same sweet, intoxicating scent of
strawberries as well as have that light, comforting voice other than Geoff.
When there were tattooed fingers reaching up to caress his cheeks, the vampire
blushed, closing his eyes softly and tilting his head forward to show off the
back of his neck.
 
“Sweet, little Michael,” Geoff rumbled happily. Michael felt a soft petaled
kiss grazing against his hair and he made a bashful coo, tightening his hold on
his knees. The demon dragged a sharp nail against the back of Michael’s pants,
running it up until it was trailing up his bare spine. Only then, the vampire
had noticed that his shirt was missing and that the only thing that was
actually on his body was a torn pair of faded denim jeans. “Perhaps
sleeplessness is from anxiety. Don’t understand why my darling pet would be
anxious.”
 
“G-G—” Michael stopped trying when he just felt himself being choked on his own
words the harder he would try to say them. Instead, all he could afford was to
give a pure Omegan mew unfolding his body and allowing his legs to stretch out.
When he turned over, he finally was able to catch a look at Geoff. His eyes
swelled with blue radiation, emitting their own light. It was the first thing
that Michael noticed and that’s all he needed to see in order to be taken. He
stared at Geoff with lax lips that pouted from his desire to just admire and
maybe even touch. The demon still had those amazing set of horns, only this
time they curled in fully, just like an old ram. One sharp fang poked out from
the bottom of his lip and it was all Michael could to from satisfying his own
itchy teeth and bite at his own lips.
 
There wasn’t a shirt on the demon; his entire tattooed torso was on display for
Michael to see. The inked artwork on his body began to shimmer a bright teal,
showing just how excited the demon was, as well. All of it was utterly
beautiful.
 
“Don’t gawk at me, Omega,” Geoff sneered, raising an eyebrow when Michael
lowered his head, threatening to slide close. He breathed in hard through his
nose, purring lowly at the peachy, fruitful aroma in the air. “My, already wet
just from the sight of me? You’re such a good pet.”
 
The demon had pulled Michael close now, the Omega giving off a pitiful whine
whenever Geoff had immediately dove in, fangs running along the side of
Michael’s neck. The touch and sensation was so new and made the vampire’s legs
twitch obediently, spreading open when he felt the Alpha beginning to bite down
on him.
 
It caused him to get hot. Not even his Alpha had bitten him like this before,
never this intimately. There was hot kisses and sweet licks from Geoff even as
he continues to bite down to claim his pet. Michael responded with all that he
could do; mewl quietly and allow Geoff to do that. Although the vampire didn’t
understand, this was paradise.
 
“A-al-alpph—” he cooed, wanting so badly to say that name. To finally have a
chance to call Geoff this made Michael’s heart flutter, even if it was a major
struggle to try and even pronounce the word in English. He felt the slight,
sharp dig of the curves of Geoff’s fangs before the demon final let up, lapping
lovingly at the new mark that he created for his pet.
 
“You don’t need to speak, my sweet pet,” the demon promised, lips finally
sliding their way across Michael’s until they fully kissed. The Omega had both
hands cupped on the Alpha’s face, hips instinctually grinding upward in a needy
pace that screamed for the Alpha to care for him. When they split, Geoff
laughed with lidded eyes. “Always so needy and playful, aren’t you? Never give
a master their break…”
 
Michael whimpered in apology, beginning to buckle in his knees from shame of
being so desperate and thirsty, but the demon didn’t allow him. “Don’t you
dare,” he snarled quick, enough to make Michael jolt in slight fear and
excitement. Just to hear Geoff talk like that to him made him wet, and the
Omega vampire had no idea what the feeling of being “wet” really was until now.
 
Tongues slid across their fangs when they shared another kiss, this time Geoff
taking the time to try and pull off whatever remainder of clothes Michael had
left to his name.
 
“Maybe being stuffed with a fat knot will help you sleep, huh?” the demon gave
a low chuckle, especially when Michael’s hardness gave a visible twitch under
his pants. “Making my pet squeal until he’s speechless and unable to move from
being too full from me.”
 
Michael tries to say something, but it only came out as a girlish moan while
another wave of gush came from him. He propped his knees up, allowing Geoff to
pull down the jeans pass his ass until they just pulled around the arches of
his knees. So badly did he want to cry out “yes!”, “please, oh please. I’ve
been waiting”, “Alpha, I need your knot”, or just even encourage Geoff by
yelling his name, but it was impossible. He realized he didn’t know how to say
it; only primitive noises and happy chirps were the only noises he could make
that allowed Geoff to respond happily. The demon had his lips licking in thirst
when he saw that pretty pink nub spring into the air.
 
It stood straight and hard, precum leaking from it in thick beads that made
Michael whine every single time one would come out.
 
“My pet’s cock is the fucking prettiest thing I’ve seen…” he growled jealously,
coming close as he crawled forward until he was hovering over Michael. “All
mine to swallow down whenever he wants.”
 
Michael responded with small thrusts, eagerly trying to fuck up into the air
blindly to look for that promising, wet mouth that Geoff was talking about. It
didn’t happen, but when he grinded up into a promising, thick bulge in the
demon’s pants, he stopped and shivered, biting his lips from how badly they
wanted to bite.
 
“You like to rub your cock against mine, don’t you pet?” Geoff gave a toothy
smile, especially when Michael actually nodded in response. “With those small,
little vampire teeth biting at your own lip. They would fit so much better on
mine, wouldn’t they?”
 
The vampire shuddered out a breath with fumbling hands that tried to pull on
the demon’s pants and unzip his zipper. Geoff waited patiently for Michael, a
loose smile playing the seam of his lips. Fingers were playing with loose,
reddened locks of his hair, encouraging Michael with reassuring whirrs until
ultimately, his cock was freed.
 
Michael gasped lightly, feeling all of his blood rush hotly to his face, making
him close his eyes just from how heated he was. He felt slick,his wetness
actually sliding down his hole to the base of his spine and he made a strangled
noise from it. He saw Geoff lick his lips before he slide his pants down all
the way to allow more movement between them and that’s when Michael took in an
eyeful of Geoff – his “master”.
 
His cock was just as thick as he remembered it when he shapeshifted that one
day; his member leaked a tiny rising bead of precum that was surrounded by a
fat, bell head. The base of his cock was nice and thick, holding back a
potential knot that the vampire was nearly dyingto see.
 
“Don’t stare unless you plan on taking it.” Geoff’s tone had change from that
kind and warm one to completely greedy and low. A hand circled the very base of
his cock to show how stretched his fingers could get. “Little thing, always
teasing me with those eyes. Why don’t you actually make good use of yourself
and treat me?”
 
Michael swallowed, nodding in small intervals as he tried to get up from under
Geoff and get on his knees. In doing so, they both shared another kiss with the
demon’s hand grabbing at the back of Michael’s skull and clenching on his hair.
Then, the vampire did something that he thought he would never have the guts to
do in his entire life. He bit down, suckling on Geoff’s bottom lip as they
kissed.
 
A small splash of blood and he moaned gratefully while he tried to suck with
needy and desperate licks. Geoff tasted just like his scent: strawberries; only
this time, it was accompanied with the copper taste of blood that made the
vampire get giddy instincts.
 
On the other hand, Geoff immediately gave a roar, pulling back from Michael
with a growl that sounded both menacing and threatening, yet controlling and
wanting. The vampire shivered, feeling the need to fear for his life to hear an
Alpha growl that way at him. Ryan didn’t ever do that to him, no matter how
angry he got.
 
“That the best you got, little slut?” the demon’s lips dribbled a tiny bit of
blood. The fingers on the back of Michael’s head tightened and Michael made a
submissive noise all while instinctively spreading his legs only slightly, a
pure instinctual move to calm the possible angry Alpha. “I ought’a force you to
turn into your Alpha and show you how you should bite me.”
 
The mention of Ryan, it was too much for Michael to not give a visible shudder,
almost falling limp against Geoff’s hold. His slim fingers now held on to
Geoff’s shoulders as he was using the demon for his full support. He felt a
slide of precum run against his stomach and he chittered pitifully.
 
“R-Ry…”
 
“I wouldn’t worry about him,” Geoff promised with a full grin. His hand stroke
up on his cock, knocking against Michael from how close they were. “He’ll be
home shortly before we’re scheduled to wake.”
 
Michael pursed his lips, falling down straight on the bed under Geoff when the
demon finally let go of him. He whimpered, looking up at brightened, blue eyes
that held nothing but clouded, animalistic arousal.
 
“Go on,” he stated with a lazy hand still continuing to move up and down his
cock. “I don’t like to wait, especially since you were the one who woke me.”
 
The vampire wasted no time to push out his tongue and press it up against the
warm, smooth skin of Geoff’s head. He lapped around it, eyes fluttering back at
the taste from it. The noises he made could only be related to a small pup in
heat, whining in pathetic yips as he tried to begin to suckle on the whole tip.
The demon groaned in a huff, hand guiding Michael’s head to work even further
down on him.
 
“Come’on, pet, what are you waiting for? You’re usually deep enough to try and
get me to knot those pink-petaled lips of yours.” Geoff gave an impatient
breath, pressing slightly against Michael’s head to encourage him to go deeper.
“Master doesn’t have all night, and to think you want me to ravish that hungry
hole.”
 
A squeal came from the Omega, his legs kicking uncomfortably from all the talk
that made him even wetter. He tried to do it, follow Geoff’s orders and slide
down easy on his cock, but he couldn’t take it without having to pull off to
cough from how new the whole experience was.
 
“So fucking tight, it’s like you never even sucked my dick before,” Geoff
admitted with a toothy smirk. He admired the way Michael’s jaw hinged open for
this, lips circled around nice and tight with big eyes looking up to him for
reassurance.
 
There were wet and soft noises coming from Michael, especially when he took a
hand to drag against his messy, wet hole only to yowl at how soaked he was,
wishing for the Alpha to take him. He was able to slide down even more, choking
only slightly as he felt the tip of Geoff’s cock tickle at the back of his
throat.
 
“Michael,” Geoff whispered with his hand now working on massaging his based
along with the base of his cock. There was already a slight rise, and
absolutely no way that Michael could get his mouth around it. Instead, he just
licked whatever he could, wetting up Geoff’s so much so that the demon threw
his head back with a captured gnarl. “You sweet, little slut, fucking teasing
me with this new, tiny mouth of yours.” He bend forward to have an eyeful of
his pet playing with himself.
 
Thin, slick fingers were pressing in him, barely doing any actual good except
just for show. It didn’t do much for the little vampire, but he still toyed at
his hole just to feel how wet he was. The smell of peachy slick gave Geoff
something to growl over, however with his hand settling a controlling an owning
hand on Michael’s tail bone. That’s when the pet moved his fingers away and he
was clenching down on air, desperate for something proper, big, an Alpha to
fill him.
 
“Cute,” Geoff clicked under his tongue, fingers finally arching their way past
the skin of Michael’s cheeks. They were pressed together, only showing off how
lush and full they were and he had to spread them open in order to access his
wet rim. When he finally pressed two fingers in, both of them gave a noise of
content. Michael’s lips pressed down perfectly and caused Geoff to almost buck
up in his mouth, but he held himself back. “God, you’re practically messing the
bed, almost making me lose it.”
 
A third finger slid in easily and Michael was able to bare down on them, having
them slide in deeper. “Little whore,” Geoff chuckled as he gave Michael’s mouth
shallow rocks while he sucked. “Always wanting something in that sweet ass of
yours. Do you treat your Alpha like this, too?”
 
Michael blushed hard, mouth beginning to lift up but the demon wouldn’t let
him. When he did so, he was received with a harsh, raw smackagainst his ass and
his legs buckled in until they finally gave. Michael was able to slide off of
the demon’s cock when he grew limp on the bed, still stunned from the rough
smack that the Alpha gave him. There was pathetic surrendering noises that
seeped out of Michael, looking up at Geoff with pleading puppy eyes for
forgiveness.
 
“Did I fucking say you could stop?” Geoff had that crooked snarl on his face
again, rumbling deep from either anger or arousal as he now had a wet hand
stroking his cock from the very base to the very tip, fingers stretching
whenever they ran over the swelling potential of his knot. “Selfish thing, only
caring about you and your wet hole being filled, what about your poor master?”
 
His eyes were now a raging blue, something Michael has only seen Ryan’s eyes do
only once in his life when they realize they couldn’t afford rent for the
month. They no longer mimicked the color of his tattoos that were beginning to
show a cold, dark blue on the inkwork. His fangs were visible, but were caught
in a grit that made Michael almost mess himself from how demanding they looked.
 
The Omega wanted to apologize, show his teeth or his throat, do something to
tell Geoff how sorry he was. He laid low, giving those little Omega noises
surely to rouse any nearby Alpha. They were noises of both surrender and “ready
to mate”, and it was the only thing that Michael knew to do from how suddenly
frightened he was. When he started to spread his legs and lift his ass off of
the ground to present, Geoff turned away.
 
N-no! Please, Master! I’m sorry,Michael wanted to scream and beg. He even tried
to move close to wrap his lips around Geoff’s cock again, but the demon was
already up from the bed, ruffling his hair.
 
“What are you two doing in here?”
 
Michael turned sharply around and sharply gasped at what he saw. There was an
immediate wave of submission that traveled through his veins as thick as milk.
 
“R-R—Alph—”
 
Ryan wasn’t even dressed; the only thing he wore that was actual clothing was a
pair of briefs. “Jesus Christ, Geoff, I just come home and get comfortable and
suddenly I’m hearing my Omega calling for an Alpha to fuck him.”
 
“He’s being a little bitch,” Geoff smiled playfully, still coming close for the
Alpha vampire to dive in for a kiss. “Maybe you can handle him. After all, you
surely know what makes him tick.”
 
“My sweet vampire,” Ryan purred happily, closing his eyes when Geoff had pulled
him in for a kiss again.
 
“Our sweet vampire…”
 
 
                                       *
                                        
                                        
Michael woke up with a gasp and sat up in a hurry. His eyes were wide and
searched around his empty apartment room until he was determined that there was
no one with him.  
 
“It was all a dream,” he muttered before plopping back down on the pillow and
groaning. “It was all a fucking dream…”
 
He turned his head and looked at the clock that boldly proclaimed 5: 31 AM and
he groaned, rubbing his face. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep;
he would just have to get up in an hour to get ready for work.
 
He didn’t want to admit to himself that he absolutely loved the dream and
demanded that he would chase it through sleep again. He’d never tell anyone
that, but he adored it. It was a sick, twisted dream that he always thought of
until he actually had it.
 
He reached under him, biting his lip in nervousness as he did so. Taking two
fingers, he gave a dry, unsatisfying swipe against his hole to realize that all
of the slick and wetness that he experienced in the dream didn’t actually
happen. No matter how real it felt, it wasn’t there.
 
There was, however, a major boner that he had pressed up against his stomach
and pinned against his jeans that he slept in. “Damn…Geoff,” he gritted,
beginning to unbutton his pants. He honestly didn’t feel like relieving himself
despite how hard he actually was. He was too angry from the reality of how that
would never happen in his entire life. The Omega in him screamed to be claimed
by the demon, but it was once again denied.
 
“I’m so sick of dreaming.” He jumped up from the bed, immediately heading to
the shower.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Despite his words, he couldn’t help himself. One step in the hot shower and he
mewled against a bit finger, other hand circling around his nub of a cock and
giving it some playful strokes. He’s never felt so teased in his entire life
despite that little incident with the other Omegas and Ryan giving him some
questionable gestures way back in his teen years.
 
Sparks shot up his spine and he moan quietly, desperate to not try and wake the
neighbors. It’s been so long since he spoiled himself like this and he cursed
himself for it as he began to take long strokes to his cock. It mimicked the
way Geoff touched himself in his dream and all he could imagine was it again,
hand wrapping around a fat, thick knot with a load of white cream spurting out
all over his lips and tongue.
 
“Fuck,” he began to go faster, finger finally ripping from his mouth and trying
to grip something – anything – on the shower wall.
 
The water served no help from how hot it was, raining down on him and allowing
every stroke to be as smooth and as wet as possible. He longed for it, actually
pretending like the water was his own slick when he reached down to prod at his
hole.
 
It was tight – virgin, and he hatedit.
 
“G-Geoff,” he whimpered, successfully sticking one finger in with a sharp gasp.
It burned, there was no doubt about that but it was something about that burn
that made him almost squeal the demon’s name even louder. “Fu-fucking wish it
was your cock I could be crying about…”
 
He was able to sit down on the shower floor comfortable, sprawling out his legs
to have better access. He could feel his arousal being squeezed out of his cock
from his hand being swiped away from the water only to have it replaced again.
That’s never happened before and Michael gave a loud moan when he tugged just
right, working closer to his orgasm.
 
Without helping himself, he clenched tight around his finger, sending it deeper
and only causing him to choke on his own breath when he hit a certain spot that
made his cock leak even more in interest. “Fucking Christ – oh!” he did it
again, this time with his body bouncing back in shallow bumps.
 
Water ran down from his body and straight to his hole, adding even more
lubricant for him to try and work a second finger. It was daring, but he did it
anyway and was rewarded with another burn that made him buck up into his own
hand.
 
“F-fuck, I can understand why Gavin and Ray are obsessed with buttstuff now,”
Michael confessed to himself, hand now fucking more on his cock than his hole.
He was about to be sent over the edge with little fangs pressing down on his
lips, hoping that it would be a mate’s instead. 
 
All he could think of was Geoff. He’d kill to be in his lap, working himself on
just the tip of the demon while he’d watch the little vampire with amusement.
 
“D-don’t even know if he’d fucking fit, he’s so damn big –” Michael stopped
himself, blushing hard from his own words that he didn’t even think he would
ever say aloud. “A-Alpha.”
 
When his hand worked back to the base of his cock, fingers having a chance to
pay attention to his neglected, swollen balls is when he tipped over the edge.
He had to bite his tongue in order to hold back the moan he was about to give.
There was that strike of pleasure that rolled through him again, reminding him
of when he spent the night with the Omegas and he had his first, real orgasm.
It was still dry, but still so satisfying to feel.
 
“G-Geoff,” he choked finally when his movements stopped. His body writhed from
the orgasm, giving small, subtle twitches whenever it was finally complete. The
water had made his body completely numb; he could only afford to lay there in a
lump pile with slack lips that tried mutter Geoff’s name again.
 
***** Joel/Burnie I *****
Chapter Summary
     Joel is a wanting monster and has gotten closer to Burnie throughout
     the weeks. He gets really possessive however, when he happens to
     catch that bite that the human has.
Chapter Notes
     Tell me what you would like to see! I'd_love_to_know
     In this one, Joel is...pretty frank. Things escalate very quickly ;D
     Thank you for pointing out the copy-paste error. Sorry about that! My
     fingers either slipped or laptop lagged a lot.
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It was a chilly Monday morning. Burnie yawned, rubbing weary eyes from yet
another night with barely any sleep. He pulled out his cup of piping hot coffee
and didn’t even bother to try to get any of the cream or sugar out. Smells like
that usually attract the Omegas and right now, he wanted to avoid anymeans of
monsters right now. He always appreciated Gavin’s warm hellos or Jack’s bright,
reassuring smiles, but last night he had yet another nightmare.
 
It wasn’t any of them, but it was their breed. He dreamt of a legion of demons
or vampires taking over him and suffocating the very life from him by taking
his blood. He remembers everything very vividly, being tortured from the loss
of breath and the loss of warmth that he felt during the dream. It truly
terrified him, worse than he’s ever felt before.
 
He took a painful sip of the hot coffee, fingers still feeling as cold as ice
with pinpricks of numbness that shot through his arm. With a slight glance in
his peripheral vision, he saw it again and groaned in remembrance. He pulled up
a loose, flannel sleeve on his shirt to show two thick and deep puncture
wounds. They were the perfect shape of the demon’s teeth and it has yet to
completely heal even after weeks of the bite. They were still opened in the
very center of the wound with a slight, faded brown of a disappearing contusion
that pooled around the whole area.
 
He dug a familiar bottle out his backpack that was just about empty and
squeezed the little amounts of the substance inside. It was clear and smelled
of thick chemicals, but it acted as a killer to the Alpha scent that was
plastered all over his arm. Burnie didn’t understand how, but when Geoff had
bitten him, his scent never went away. To the human, it smelled like a type of
alcohol with just the littlest bit of strawberry, but nothing other than that.
He knew better, though. To any Alpha monster, it smelled nothing more than
Geoff. Pure, grade-A Alpha that would have made any dynamic either swoon or
growl. Not Burnie, however. It made him scared to the very bone.
 
This now had become a part of his routine, especially since that he has
acquired a closer friend throughout the weeks following. First, he came in
because of projects that they were both working on. The Alpha and he had
already gotten along whenever they did interact, but as of late Burnie has felt
a slight connection between the monster and him. This is why he was so nervous
about the bite and the reason why he continued to use the neutralizer to hide
the scent of the bite; it was because he was frightened of what the Alpha
monster would say. Right now, they weren’t even required to show up to each
other and discuss ideas or production, but Joel still did and it made Burnie
happy. There was just a swell that came through him, and he actually thinks
that the only reasons that he’ll get over his true fear of monsters is through
Joel, himself.
 
And, just as he thought of the devil, he came in.
 
“Burnie,” Joel smiled when he entered. Burnie felt adrenaline race through his
arteries as he quickly hid the bottle of neutralizer in his desk. He silently
prayed that it wasn’t noticeable, especially after he just used it, but he
remained calmed, giving the Jersey Devil a smile as he was walking in. His
wings were folded in so that they wouldn’t hit against the door and he made
sure that his hooves were making only silent taps. Burnie honestly couldn’t
help but give a grin when the Alpha came in, lighting the room with the semi-
sweet smell of sulfur and kindled wood. It warmed the human, letting him relax
just the slightest bit in his chair.
 
“Hey, Joel,” Burnie cleared his throat, still rubbing subtly at his wrist under
the desk as the other came closer.
 
“I wanted to talk to you,” Joel said, pulling up a chair. His wings folded
inward; Joel told Burnie that they only do that when he feels comfortable and
just the notion of that alone allowed Burnie to have lighter feelings.
 “Thinking about some more plans.” He unknowingly purred as he sat down, his
hands held in his lap in both excitement and patience.
 
“Hey, okay. What’s up?” He gave a big yawn, grabbing a hold of his coffee.
“Sorry. I didn’t sleep well at all last night.”
 
The look on Joel’s face made the human almost give a wince from how fast it
fell. “I’m sorry about that, Burns. Maybe you should take the rest of the day
off, you know?”
 
“No, no!” Burnie actually gave a weary chuckle before taking a sip of his
coffee. “It’s fine, really. What were the plans you wanted to talk to me about?
Before we do anything else, I wanna hear them.”
 
Joel gave a wicked, toothy grin of happiness, even if he tilted his head out of
concerned. “Well, they’re not really plans pertaining to work, Burns, but, uh
–” Joel met Burnie’s eyes and actually gulped, not knowing how his boss would
react and so he hesitated. “I’d like to invite you over for some beer and
movies after work. But, I understand if you’re too tired. You definitely need
to catch up on some Zs.”
 
Burnie gasp a small, slight gasp of air, biting his lip lightly at the
proposition. It shouldn’t have phased him; it wasn’t like he’s never been asked
out before or asked to go over for dinner and some movies, but this was Joel
asking him, now. No actual work employee has ever gave him an offer like this
and he’d never imagine actually thinking about going over to a true monster’s
house, even for a little while.
 
“Wow, t-that honestly sounds really great,” Burnie confessed with a light,
careful tongue. He knew his voice was shaking, and he could especially tell
from the way that Joel’s wings flickered.
 
“You sound nervous, Burns,” Joel stated, his hand now reaching up to the desk
to cup over Burnie’s. He felt the slightest flinch for Burnie to shrink back
and he actually held back an instinctual, comforting coo that he’d normally
give to a frightened Omega. “You don’t have to be careful around me, but I know
it’s hard.”
 
Burnie’s heart began to race, a flash of heat rolling over him in sheer
nervousness. The first thing that he thought of doing was running to the door
and leaving, but the way the Jersey Devil began to rub his fingers soothingly
over the skin of Burnie’s hand told him to not to. Instead, he cleared his
throat and gave a forced grin. “I know, Joel. I’m fine.”
 
“I promise, we’ll have a good time. Just relax, have a drink or more, and maybe
play some peaceful Minecraft or something like that.” His wings lowered again,
an audible purr now rising up loudly. Burnie knew that Joel was trying to calm
him in the only way he knew how and so he released a big breath.
 
“That really sounds nice. What time do you want me to come over?”
 
“I’ll just take you after work if that’s alright. We can just come back later
for the car unless you happen to pass out; you look really tired.” Joel finally
stood up, purposely dragging his fingers along the smooth patch of skin. “So,
it’s a date, then?”
 
The human nearly choked on air, forcing out a laugh as he also stood up from
the desk. “Wait, what? Are you serious?”
 
The look that the Jersey Devil gave him make his mouth shut. His eyes had
suddenly changed in both boldness and color from a creamy brown to a devious
orange. He had leaned over the desk slightly and slid his fingers from both of
his hands into Burnie’s. They slotted nearly perfectly, in Joel’s opinion and
he pulled the human close.
 
“Well, I’m only as serious as your answer,” he whispered with an edge, smiling
enough to show off serrated, small fangs.
 
Burnie gave a small laugh, looking down to the ground to hide his bright smile.
“I’ve been hearing word that you have an eye out for that vampire, though -
Michael. The Lads have been gossiping about it. Why suddenly ask me to come
over when you have an eye on him?”
 
“I can’t help myself, Burns,” Joel answered cockily. “That poor Omega needs an
Alpha that can push him into his heat. He’ll never present with Ryan being all
goody-goody to him. He’s right on the edge of it and I lovehis scent and nearly
go crazy every time I’m around him because I know I could be the one to allow
him to properly present.” He tossed his head to the side proudly, especially
with the squeamish face that the human gave him. “It’s monster stuff. Not
kiddie-human stuff.”
 
“Yeah, ‘kiddie-human’ stuff,” Burnie nodded with a raised, questioning brow. He
still felt his heart growing heavy with every waking second that he was
touching Joel. The Jersey Devil was giving him a look in his eyes that
described no other word than hungry and he gulped.
 
Joel locked their hands together, feeling the heat of Burnie’s blood rise to
the top. A small, pathetic whimper from the human was made and only then, he
backed off, letting go of Burnie’s hands. “You’re afraid,” he stated sadly.
 
“I’m not afraid,” Burnie argued with a harsh voice that begged to be right. He
actually tied to grab at Joel’s hands again for proof, but they were shaky. “I-
I just don’t know how to react. I trust you Joel and I’d love to come.”
 
Joel gave a bland, unsure smile before he had his eyes set on Burnie’s again.
They were no longer glowing, but they were full of affection and worry. “Okay.
I’ll meet you here after work’s over? I’m supposed to get off at six today.”
 
“Sounds good,” Burnie gulped, especially when the Jersey Devil finally came
close enough to actually brush noses with him. He didn’t move, but he braced
himself to actually be kissed, not that he would have mind that at all
actually. He’s actually grown close to Joel – enough to trust him and hope that
he wasn’t actually planning to harm in any way. “I’ll be here,” his voice was
now in a whisper.
 
Joel inhaled smoothly, as if trying to catch a whiff of Burnie’s scent, but
instead there was something else. The Alpha pulled back, his face now freezing
in curiosity as he looked at Burnie. Now, his wings were perched in interest,
tail giving a couple of swishes when he pulled Burnie in again. He inhaled
again, trying to close his eyes to have that familiar, loving maple scent from
the human that he was around often when he came to visit the Burnie.
 
He no longer smelled human.
 
“Bitter,” Joel said behind pursed lips, trying to take another sniff.
 
The human was confused, his fingers nervously twitching in Joel’s hold until
they trembling when Joel immediately turned them over, looking at his wrists.
One was pale and flawless while the other one looked mangled up with two deep,
penetrating scares that made the flesh pink with a tender red in the center. At
that moment, Burnie thought that his heart completely gave out from the
anxiousness, especially when he saw the devil’s face distort into anger.
 
“Joel –” he was cut off with a menacing, deep growl that sounded absolutely
nothing like the Joel that he knew. The Alpha had his fingers pressed into the
skin, making small divots around the wounds. At that point, Burnie felt as if a
wave of icy fear completely overcame him and he began to quiver. “J-Joel,
please, don’t be –”
 
“What it Geoff? Or Ryan?” the Alpha seethed with his fangs now bared and
gritted for Burnie to see. They looked even sharper than they had before, but
perhaps the human was over analyzing. Claws were now beginning to pick around
the skin, antsy for an answer. “I can’t smell you – I can’t smell them either,
with the fucking neutralizer you’ve put on, but I know it was one of them,” he
looked up at Burnie with eyes that illuminated nothing short of pure rage. “No
other fucking monster has teeth like this.”
 
“Geoff!” Burnie confessed, his voice breaking into an embarrassed, high pitched
tone before he finally gave a whimper. “I-I couldn’t stop it, he numbed me and
I didn’t know –”
 
“So you like the big boy fangs, huh? No ‘little teeth’ allowed; that’s your
rule? The fucker thinks he can mark you before I can?” The Jersey Devil’s wings
were now high in the air in a threatening poise that signaled attack. He pulled
the human towards him again until their foreheads kissed and their noses
swiping together. “You know I can bite harder than he ever could. I’d mark you
up so much that every fucking being in this building would know you’re mine.”
 
Burnie couldn’t help himself but shudder when he felt a pair of leathered, yet
soft wings wrap around both of them. The light in office had disappeared, and
only they remained. “J-Joel, I’ve made no commitments,” he stated, trying to
maintain a steady, professional voice. “Now are you still wanting me to come
over?”
 
It was dark between them with the exception of just the faintest light that
came from Joel’s eyes. It soon dimmed to nothing, but their faces were still so
close, never once leaving. The Alpha’s wings that were wrapped around them held
tight, shielding out everything on the outside and making it almost impossible
for Burnie to run away. The human had no idea how respond except to try and
keep his head down so that he couldn’t meet Joel’s eyes, even if they were no
longer glowing.
 
“I want you to,” the monster finally spoke softly, lips threatening to graze
over Burnie’s, but they never did. There was finally a chuckle from Joel –
nothing harsh or unkind, but it was actually heartfelt. He finally drew his
wings back, folding them neatly into their original position. “We can just
relax for a while. Forgive me, I don’t know what came over me.”
 
Burnie was still mildly shaking, the scene making him jittery in a both
frightening, yet thrilling way. “I-it’s okay, Joel. I appreciate the concern.”
 
The air was thick and Burnie could smell the ash and kindled wood grow stronger
when Joel squeezed at his hands. It was affectionate, nothing ill-meant. It was
obvious that Joel was trying to hold back any means of jealousy, but he was
failing at it. “I’ll meet you here when I get off, right?” Joel swished his
tail again in interest, hoping for a positive answer to the question. There was
a moment of hesitation for the human to answer, but there was finally a solid
nod.
 
“Alright, I’ll be here,” the Jersey Devil managed to curve a smile upward. He
finally let go of Burnie’s hands, prints of pressuring from Joel’s finger pads
were still peppered around the wound and the human rubbed at it. Not because it
hurt, but mostly because he wanted to hide it again. Anything to keep Joel from
getting angry.
 
When Joel finally left the room, Burnie sighed audibly, plopping right back in
his chair, and drew his eyebrows together out of thought. The way Joel lost it
like that, telling him things like marking him up and all of that made Burnie
nearly swoon from excitement. At one point, Burnie realized that his fear was
totally pushed to the side whenever wings came in to gather them both up and
wrap them together. He wasn’t scared of Joel, just how Joel reacted to the bite
marks on his wrists. He dragged the butt of his palm against the wounds,
pressing down to feel a slight sting of pain that made him wince. There was a
slight fear that Joel wouldn’t want to have anything to even do with him
anymore considering the fact that he’s already been bitten by another Alpha,
especially Geoff.
 
He shook off the feeling and finally sat back up in his chair, still denying
facts of any twitching that was happening with his fingers.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
“So, I learned that Michael can shapeshift,” Gavin chirped happily during a
Minecraft Let’s Play. Michael groaned, but there was a follow up from the
others in interest.
 
“You just now figured that out?” Ryan asked, purposely dragging the Scotsman
Steve over to Gavin’s character and whacking him with a sword. “He’s a Strigoi.
You don’t know anything do you? Have you even tried to study any vampire lore?”
 
Michael snickered against the microphone, turning his head over to Gavin who
just rolled his eyes. “S’okay, Gavvy. Everyone finds out some way.”
 
“How did he find out?” Ray asked, preparing to gather armor to go to the Nether
to get some Nether Quartz. “Did he ask to show your dick on camera and you,
like, freaked out or something cause of how small it is, so you like changed
into someone else?”
 
There was a nervous, heated pang that Michael had to swallow down so he
wouldn’t feel so embarrassed. “Yeah,” he laughed it off. “Yeah, I turned into
fucking Hulk or some shit and beat his ass.”
 
“He deserves it,” Ray laughed before winking at Gavin for a split second. “It’s
okay, Michael, my dick’s small too,” Ray grinned, raising an eyebrow and
thinking nothing more of the joke. They’ve already seen each other and even had
got to mess around for some fun and experimentation, but there was still that
self-consciousness that the Omega vampire carried around with him. Lately, he’s
been feeling gross and heavy on the inside, and yet he’s still had shown no
signs of preparing to present. Even when he walked into the room, hopeful that
Geoff would say something about his scent, it didn’t happen and Ryan actually
had to come outside to give him a hug of hope.
 
Ryan looked over at Michael, trying his best to advert his eyes from the
screen. He could already hear his Omega’s thoughts of shame and there was a
faint rumble of comfort that he made in hopes that it would calm down Michael
in some way. There was a chance of the microphone picking that up, but they
could always edit it out later.
 
“You turned into Hulk or some shit? I wanna see!” Geoff finally brought up
after a moment of pure silence. “You can actually do that?”
 
Michael blushed from the sudden curiosity that Geoff had and he felt that
tingling rolling through him once again, affecting his hands in the worse way
so that he was having a tough time even holding onto his controller. “Yeah,” he
answered. “I just gotta actually see them first. It’s weird like that.”
 
“Wait, hold up,” Geoff laughed, actually pausing his part of the game so that
he could turn around and look over at Michael. “So, what you’re saying is that
you can change into me? Or anyone of us?”
 
Michael nearly beamed with happiness from all the attention that he was
suddenly now receiving from Geoff. It made his heart flutter and he was trying
not to act all bashful by tilting his head down to hide his smile. “Y-yeah! I
can,” he answered with a small purr.
 
The Alpha looked so excited, eyes a bright, bold blue and fangs popping out of
his bottom lip from his smile. “That’s fucking cool. I wanna see. Change into
me!”
 
“We have a Let’s Play to do,” Ryan snapped in, trying not to feel over
protective feels about Geoff suddenly wanting his vampire to change into
whatever he wanted. It was all harmless, but Ryan still didn’t want to accept
the huge fact that Michael wanted to bond with Geoff and even become mates when
it’s all said and done with. The threats that Geoff made against Michael – the
disgusting images that he was forced to replay over and over in his head
whenever he decided to take the time to read Geoff’s mind were too much for him
to not snarl at and beat the living hell out of the demon.
 
He was terrified that his vampire would actually be spread opened like that,
mewling for more as Geoff would hold him down.
 
“Boo, Ryan, you’re so lame,” Geoff rolled his eyes, still directed towards
Michael in hopes that he would actually listen to him. He winked before
continuing, “Come on. You can change into me, right?”
 
Michael nodded. “Ye-yeah, I can change to anyone of you. Even Ryan.”
 
Geoff chuckled evilly before darting his eyes over at the Head vampire and
jeering. “Come on, Ryan. It’ll be fun! You’ll get to see two of me; what could
be greater than that?”
 
“A casket,” Ryan smirked, raising his eyebrows. “But, other than that,
nothing.”
 
Geoff gave a little tsk and glared at the back of Ryan’s head. Michael saw this
and when he heard the darkened growl that Ryan gave after that, he tried not to
laugh. Whatever Geoff was thinking of was not playing well with the Head
vampire and pretty soon, Geoff gave up and returned to the game, telling Gavin
that he needs to edit out that little bit later.
 
Michael decided to take it into his own hands and he smirked deviously when he
got the wonderful idea of just going ahead and changing into Geoff when he
looked back towards his screen. He was nervous; he’s never changed into anyone
before in front of the boys, besides Ryan, of course. There was the split
second of hesitation, but he decided to follow along with it and he closed his
eyes, completely disregarding the game.
 
Focus… he told himself, breathing deep and easy. He was hopeful that they
weren’t looking at him right now and that this would be a total surprise for
Geoff to suddenly hear two of himself. When he opened his eyes, he
saw…differently. His orbs burned with light and his teeth settled unevenly in
his lips; it was unfamiliar in his mouth.
 
He looked at his arms to see the beautiful ink mesh that was carved along his
skin. They were just as bold of a blue as he remembers them whenever he
shapeshifted into Geoff that while ago. Now, they were cool – just getting
ready to heat up from excitement when he heard Gavin’s gasp.
 
“Jesus Christ! Geoff, look,” he laughed, completely tossing his controller to
the side. Michael could feel the tattoos go aflame, perking up in blatant
interest to be noticed by the demon. Michael began to purr, looking back at the
real Geoff who turned his head and almost immediately gave a winning smile with
surprised and wide eyes.
 
“Holy shit, it’s me!” Geoff exclaimed, jumping out of his seat right in the
middle of the Let’s Play and actually began to pull Michael from his seat. Ryan
was frowning, swiveling in his chair until he saw the two. Geoff had pulled
Michael up out of his seat and had his eyes stapled all over him. “Jesus,
that’s fucking neat.” He grabbed a hold of Michael that was his form and pulled
him close, catching the shifted vampire off guard when he poked his nose
against his neck.
 
That is when Ryan gritted his teeth and got up, preparing to separate the two
until Geoff pulled Michael away with a shocked and surprised face.
 
“You even smell like me.”
 
“That’s the point,” Ryan said with a calm, held back voice and rolled his eyes,
now taking Michael’s hand that was thick and calloused like Geoff’s and pulled
at him. “Now come on. Stop fucking around and let’s get this over with! Gavin’s
gonna have to stay up and edit all of this down by the time we’re done.” There
was a razor edge in Ryan’s tone that all of the Omegas lowered their head, even
Michael who was frowning and hoping that he wasn’t in trouble.
 
Geoff was giving Ryan the stink eye before rolling them and eventually winking
at Michael with a slight smirk. His face said it all: later. Ever since that
dream of Geoff, Michael had taken any facial expression as an act of flirting
and he honestly didn’t know if he was supposed to, but he couldn’t help it.
There was that tingling sensation again and he was desperate to ignore it.
 
Slowly, the vampire began to shift back, shrinking in body size and type until
he melted back into his original self with curly, auburn locks caught in his
eyes. “Sorry, Alpha,” he apologized, beginning to sit back down. All of them
did, but he and Geoff had their eyes remained on each other, the eldest
flashing a quick, affectionate smirk before swirling back to meet his screen.
 
 
                                       ~
 
 
Burnie felt a little awkward just leaving his car overnight, but he soon
shrugged it off. There was that lingering chill that remained from earlier when
he saw Joel again, but as soon as he stepped into the car, he could easily grow
calm.
 
Charm, he convinced himself. Trying to make me comfortable.
 
“Hey, Burns!” Joel smiled happily, both hands tight on the wheel.
 
“Hey Joel. You ready for me to come over and whip your ass in some games?”
 
“Hell yeah,” Joel sneered. “Except, you won’t be the one whipping ass.”
 
Burnie scoffed sarcastically, closing the door and strapping his seatbelt
obediently when Joel barked at him to do so. So far, all of the tension that
came from earlier seemed to not be there – like how he felt about Joel all of
the time. He wasn’t frightened, but he felt wanted and comfortable. There was a
slight tingle in his chest, possibly from the warm, brimstone smell that that
Alpha was making. It was faint, but Burnie has been around him so long that he
could catch it.
 
It made Burnie wish that he could purr like he always hears one of the Omegas
do whenever they’re trying to show happiness, but he was only limited to
actually compliment verbally. Humans, obviously, can’t scent each other, but
there are distinct smells of loved ones. The monsters, however, smelled
delightful,each and every one of them and it made him curious of how he smelled
to Joel.
 
“None of the Alphas messed with you again, right?” Joel asked with a grin in
his tone. It made Burnie feel jittery and he was quick to respond with a fast
“No.” Joel took a look at Burnie and raised a brow. “That was a nasty bite, is
why I asked. Why didn’t you go to the doctors?”
 
Burnie rolled his eyes, trying to think of a good excuse as to why he didn’t go
to the doctor for some examination (maybe even some sutures that looked like
they were needed), but it didn’t come to him. He just shrugged. “I don’t know,
mom. I’m a grown ass man,” he laughed, leaning back in his chair, fingers
grazing over the upholstery and twitching whenever his heart began to race a
little too fast. The overall excitement that came to him from just being around
Joel and knowing that they will soon spend the night together made him jittery.
 
“Just wanna make sure, Burns,” Joel said. Burnie just realized how pinned
Joel’s wings seemed to be against the chair, neatly folded up and tucked away
to where they seemed to no longer be existent.
 
“You comfortable like that, J?” Burnie asked. “I bet you’re glad to get out of
this car.”
 
The Jersey Devil gave a smile that Burnie called nothing less than primal.
“Yeah, it sucks, but I can’t really fly long distances so I sorta’ have to
drive like this. It doesn’t hurt, though, but it’s always a relief to get out
of here.”
 
The human imagined Joel taking flight and there was a chill that shot to the
very base of his spine. With the way those leathered, soft wings wrapped around
the both of them, both of their spans would be magnificent and terrifying to
take in. “So you can fly.”
 
Joel honestly gave a hearty laugh, shaking his head before having a glance at
Burnie. “No, they’re just there to attract mates. Are they working?”
 
Burnie couldn’t help but smirk, closing his eyes tight when he felt a blush
creeping on him from the question. Obviously, Joel was joking, but it made his
chest bubble up in the best kind of ways. “No, shithead. Try again.”
 
“Oh, I will.”
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
“I did tell you this was a date, right?” Joel reminded, raising a brow. He
grabbed at two Blue Moons packed in ice before tossing one to Burnie. “Bottle
opener’s in the drawer.”
 
Burnie caught the beer with a smile, pulling open the drawer before grabbing
the tool. “Uh, yeah? Yeah, I guess,” he chuckled, popping open the tab before
giving the opener to Joel. “But for what? Because we got to work on a project
together?”
 
“Something like that.” The Jersey Devil flicked his tail sharply before turning
to walk into the living room. It wasn’t anything that big, but it was still
decent. Lights were on a soft beam, T.V acting as white noise. There was a
sweet comforting musk in the air, making Burnie smile when he walked in and
immediately get suited on the couch. Joel took his seat on the recliner,
grabbing the remote to turn the T.V on HDMI1 where the Xbox was connected to.
“You ready to kick ass on some Cloudberry Kingdom?”
 
“Jesus Christ, you actually play that for fun?” Burnie shook his head, grabbing
a nearby controller and turning it on. “What about some GTA? I’m in the mood
for a couple of heists.”
 
“GTA it is then,” Joel rumbled, clicking on the game and leaning back. “What
you want for dinner? I could cook, but that would cut into our precious playing
time. Or we could go out to somewhere nice, even. It’s your call.”
 
“Take out’s fine,” Burnie smiled. “You know, barely any sleep along with all of
the shivers I get around you just sorta make me want to relax and crash here.
Plus, we’ve already started drinking.”
 
“Yeah, beer,” Joel joked before he waved his hands. “Ah, but it’s your call.
I’ll call up the pizza place or maybe some Chinese?”
 
“I could do both, to be honest. I’m starved,” the human laid back, preparing to
be ready. “Just wanna do free-roam or heist?”
 
“I mean, duh, free-roam. That’s what makes GTA so fun. Just blowing shit up.”
Joel answered, selecting his character.
 
Burnie could already feel the buzz of the beer. It’s been a while since he
actually drank because of all the sleep problems so when he felt the slight
funny feeling in his head, he was smiling foolishly. The fear was barely even
there anymore. He was comfortable, relaxed, and could already feel his eye lids
getting heavier by the second, but he focused on trying to play.
 
Joel finally picked up his phone to call Pizza Hut to order a large meatlovers
with a side of garlic. There was a slight joke about how Burnie was glad that
Joel wasn’t a vampire, but it was brushed off with a quick chuckle. After some
small talk and destroying things in Vinewood and Los Santos, Burnie decided
that he needed to use the bathroom and asked where it was. The Jersey Devil
gave him a raised look before answering “second door on the left. Try not to
get lost or fall asleep on the toilet because I will come after you.”
 
                                       ~
 
Burnie didn’t really bother to look in front of him when he headed back into
the living room, and so he was startled when he bumped into a hard, warm
blooded wall. He gasped, looking up onto to be staring deep into lidded, brown
eyes. He was being held on to, Joel’s arms wrapping a tight hold around him and
a deep purr sounding in his throat. All of this left Burnie completely shocked,
alarm coursing through him in a wave before he could smell that scent that Joel
was giving off and to the best of his ability, he tried to calm himself.
 
A soft coo and wings wrapped lowly around them both, cradling the human and
pulling him even closer. Burnie whimpered, closing his eyes and trying to
speak.
 
“J-Joel, even if this is a date, you can’t just –”
 
“Are you going to give me any more excuses, human?” the Jersey Devil growled
happily against a smile, his voice impossibly low. Burnie felt two fingers
running against his cheek until the monster’s thumb and index grab a slight
hold of his chin, keeping it in place; he opened his eyes and gave a little
surrendering sound. Their eyes met again and Joel’s was once again giving off a
very dim light. They were full of lust, and they resembled the demon’s those
few weeks before. Burnie pursed his lips, feeling his heart jump when he felt
the touch of the monster. “Are you frightened of me?”
 
“Oh, fuck off,” Burnie squeezed out, but immediately regretted it when the
Alpha gave off a snarl, tiny fangs of each tooth gritted and shown through the
side of his mouth. He shrank back, only being held on tighter by the monster.
Epinephrine made him almost panic, trying to pry himself away from the Jersey
Devil’s arms from how scared he really was. “Joel, stop!”
 
“Hush, hush,” the monster rumbled kindly, hands bracing strong, but turning
gentle with soothing back rubs. “You think I’d hurt you, Burns, after
remembering some of the best times we had? They were short, but I adored them.
I want more.” There was a means of demand circulating in Joel’s tone, wings now
fanning away from around them and settling low. “I find comfort in my human. I
want to make sure that every fucking monster in that building knows that you’re
my human.”
 
Burnie had a rising blush coming to him, no longer straining to try and get
away, but he actually allowed Joel to hold him. There was another pleased
rumble from him, faces once again getting close were foreheads and nose tips
met.
 
“I really like you, Burns.”
 
“I’ve gotten very fond of you too, Joel,” Burnie admitted slowly, still trying
to maintain some professionalism, but soon it faded into nothing when the gap
had finally closed and they were met in a hungry, deprived kiss. A blush came
up hard and for a split second, it felt like the human’s heart had completely
stopped from the sudden rush of being pulled into a dominating kiss like this,
be he soon fell into the rhythm, hands aimlessly trying to grab at Joel’s arms
for support and leverage. Blunt, bitten off nails were picking onto the
monster’s skin and there was a burning noise that Joel made that sounded no
less than content. When they parted, Burnie gasped for air while Joel
immediately picked up his chin to point towards the ceiling, lips and fangs
dancing all over the neck of his skin.
 
“J-Joel –” he stammered but was suffocated by a gasp when he felt a possessive
grab on the curves of his thighs. That is when he began to coo, eyes fluttering
closed and only praying that Joel doesn’t bite down on his neck. There was a
drag of sharp teeth that caught on some of his skin, but never a bite. “Don’t,
don’t –”
 
“Why can’t I?” the monster frowned, kissing at the fresh, lively skin that was
heated with thick blood. He could sense it and so desperately did he want to at
least lick at a small wound, especially a wound that he created on his human.
“You allow that son of a bitch to bite the fucking hell out of you, but you
won’t let me just have a few marks?” A jealous, humiliated huff was heard along
with the hot of Joel’s breath tickling at Burnie. “I can put you under a charm,
you know? Make you let me bite you. All I have to do is ask nicely.”
 
The thought of that sort of control over him sent blood straight down to the
human’s cock and he gritted his teeth. The way that the Alpha laughed proudly
left Burnie feel like a teenage girl showing off for the first time. Any
reaction he made was taken note of by the monster and while hating it, he
adored it and longed for more attention. “Don’t charm me, Joel, I swear to
God,” he breathed past grit teeth, eyes growing wide when he felt another slide
of teeth over him and threatening to slice if there was any more pressure on
them. “I’d like to have some free will…”
 
“I won’t,” Joel said with a slurred tone before laying another kiss on Burnie’s
neck. He suckled slightly, causing a shine of purple to come through on the
pale skin, but it would disappear quickly. The Alpha was cooing over Burnie’s
throat, licking slightly and admiring how perfectly pale and flawless it was,
round enough for the Jersey Devil to bite at comfortably if he were to do it.
He even opened his mouth as wide as he could, spanning across the throat and
startling Burnie with how threatening it really was for him to just bite down.
 
Drunken eyes close softly and there were tiny pricks of sharp claws picking at
Burnie’s skin as the older monster continued to run his hands all over the
human. Burnie gave out a shudder, fingers diving into the dark, short locks of
the monster’s hair before beginning to tug, especially when he felt the
pressure of teeth. “Joel!”
 
And suddenly, there was a flood of fervor; Burnie’s hands finally stopped
tugging at the Alpha’s hair and his face grew flushed while his heart flickered
from the excitement. Although he couldn’t see it, his pupils grew big and his
vision blurred to where he closed them completely, realizing how useless it was
to try and adjust. He allowed the Alpha to continue to touch him and when he
felt Joel finally press down for a small nip of his throat, he cooed in
delight. He heard a gratified whirr roll deep in the monster’s throat and he
calmed, head dipping to the side for easier access of his neck. Burnie believed
then that he was certainly being charmed, but he didn’t say anything about it
and allowed Joel to do what he wanted.
 
“Submitting to me,” Joel licked his lips, kissing the skin that was shown for
him. “With the noises that you’re making and how cute you’re acting, I could
swear that you’re a sweet Omega wanting to be taken.” He wings arched in the
air before he began to pull Burnie away from their spot and lead him back to
the couches. Burnie was walking steadily back, gulping down the swell of
arousal that actually began to ache at him.
 
“Please, don’t say stuff like that. Why are you doing this?”
 
“I want to talk to you,” the monster admitted, face now away enough to actually
get a good look over Burnie. His eyes settled unhappily on the scarred wrist
that still held the two puncture wounds. He gave an unhappy gnarl before
pulling Burnie into yet another kiss. “So…Geoff was the only one, right?” Joel
asked with a grate in his tone. “No other Alpha?”
 
“Joel, please, I promise he was the only one,” Burnie answered, the heat
beginning to overwhelm his face. He nearly fell back completely when the bends
of his knees finally buckled against the couch. Luckily, there were only
pillows and cushions to catch him. Joel got over him almost instantly, his lip
bit.
 
“And what about your hole, huh? What about that sweet cock? He got to touch
them before me?” The monster made a jealous rumble, his fingers now working
down until they were flat on Burnie’s thighs, fingers holding back the power to
squeeze. He imagined, especially from the look on the human’s face that if he
were Omega, he’d probably be nothing less than soaked by now.
 
Burnie could feel himself twitch from something he felt that was between fear
and anticipation. Soon, the Alpha’s scent was all he could breathe in. “Fucking
‘ey, J. You can’t talk to me like that...” He was able to talk past the
charisma and lure that the Alpha was giving him and he blushed insanely red.
 “N-no,” he finally answered, believing that his pants were now too tight to
even be thinking about wearing. He wanted to strip them off, but he told
himself that that is all that the Alpha wanted and he denied it. “You fucker,”
he gritted his teeth, hearing Joel’s devious snicker ring in his ears. “I-
I told you to not charm me.”
 
“What’s that?” Joel asked childishly, bringing his face close to steal another
kiss successfully. He loved how eager the human kissed back at his lips,
groaning when he pulled away. The Alpha made a comforting purr to hush Burnie’s
whines. “You think you gazing at me like this, practically drooling from my
every touch is by charm? Why can’t you just admit that you’re crazy for me like
I am for you?”
 
Burnie actually gave a howl, a noise that he didn’t even know he could make
when Joel now had a hand reaching over his warmth. “Don’t do that!”
 
“See? No charm. You wouldn’t tell me to stop,” he gave a devious smirk before
leaning in until his lips were kissing over the human’s ear. “If you were,
you’d be on the floor swallowing my knot whole by now.”
 
“F-fuck,” Burnie cursed, bucking his hips so much so that it fell into Joel’s
hand and the monster felt up greedily, admiring happily at how well the human’s
smooth bulge fit into his hand. The words shook through Burnie like an
earthquake, embarrassing him shamefully when he actually felt his puckered
muscle give a flinch – a result of want.“You’d really do that to me, J?”
 
Joel began to palm at him, leaning in for another kiss until he skillfully
nipped down on Burnie’s plump, blood-livened lips and was successful at drawing
the metallic liquid. A drop touched his tongue and he crowed boastfully,
beginning to hungrily sip at the bleeding lips. Burnie was complaining and
there were even the threat of misty eyes to form tears, but they never came. He
allowed the monster to suckle on his mouth until they pulled away with Burnie’s
bottom lip swollen and bruised. Love washed eyes hazily looked up underneath
the falling lids and Joel swore to himself that this human could not get any
more beautiful.
 
The Jersey Devil sneered, purposely gulping strong and whirring in
satisfaction, fingers now stroking over Burnie’s hardness. He human was
strained against his jeans that the monster actually felt pity for not freeing
him, but instead he cleared his throat. “God, is there a romantic and loving
way to say that I just want to open you up and drink from you as if I were
parched?”
 
The human folded his lip back in and winced from the words only from how
terrifying it sounded, yet there was that complimenting excitement to peek his
interest. “T-there is no way, J – fuck,” he crooned again when he rocked up
into the monster’s hand. “I can’t –” he stopped himself, shoving Joel’s teasing
palm out of the way and finally undoing his pants. Once his fly was opened and
his buttons popped free, a nice tent peeked through with a sweet smelling wet
spot just in front of the underwear. They were briefs and the human blushed,
wishing now that it was boxers so that he could find relief if his sensitive
length were to slide through the opened slit.
 
Wings flared wildly when the Alpha saw this and he sunk low, making Burnie gasp
in a shrill when his lips immediately connected against the fabric that tried
desperately to hold his aching, hard cock back. Joel opened up, allowing the
bulge to sink in so he could mouth against it. As for the human, he was
speechless with lusty eyes watching the Jersey Devil and hoping that those
fingers would grace him enough to pry his underwear off or at least let his
cock peak through the hem, but no. “Please,” he gruffed.
 
“Little Omega-like human is impatient, isn’t he?” A primal rumble rolled loud
and low and honestly sounded like a wild animal. Burnie felt ice pick at his
heart, but it soon warmed when the monster began to come back up again, hand
now taking control and finally reaching in Burnie’s briefs to finally grab at
what he wanted. With a gentle clasp on his fingers, he sent the human writhing.
 
“Shit!” Burnie gasped, impatiently fucking his cock up into the ring of Joel’s
fingers so much so that even the Alpha groaned in arousal, his free hand
shamelessly coming down to adjust his own cock. Burnie could barely see from
being blinded by lust, but when his eyes caught the monster’s hand gripping
around a thick, impressive bulge, he felt his hole give that little twitch
again. He couldn’t lie to himself – he absolutely loved every bit of this and
fear was barely even an issue anymore. His face was a bright red, especially
when he began to shift his legs to a more opened position.
 
Joel gave a giggle before moving close to Burnie’s face again. “Spreading for
me, are you?” he asked, licking his tongue through his teeth before finally
drawing them towards Burnie’s neck again. The human closed his eyes and buckled
his knees in, his thrusts finally slowing down. “Like a kitten, huh? I show my
teeth and you cower.”
 
“Joel…” the human actually bend back his head, trembling from bravery to show
off his neck. “I-I’m not a fucking coward.”
 
A flutter of pride shocked Joel and his wings flickered in glee, his eyes now
lit flame to the most beautiful golden orange. “Little human trying to prove
himself to an Alpha.” Teeth shrouded over and he could feel the thick pull of
Burnie’s neck muscle before he bit down. There was a choked breath of air that
Burnie made, but Joel stopped listening. As soon as he tasted that spray of
blood, he moaned and enjoyed having his knife-like teeth sinking into the warm
flesh. Burnie’s taste was a mixture of maple from his smell complimented by the
sweet taste of blood that would have tasted like metal to any other human. Not
to the monsters though; every drop was as rich, tasty, and delicate. The Alpha
couldn’t help but suck as hard as he could as if he were trying to be like one
of those hungry, ancient vampires. Blood welled up lightly, pooling around
fangs before he got to lick at it, trying to make sure that Burnie would have a
mark by the morning.
 
Under him, Burnie was silent, breath hitching every so often with weak nails
clawing down the Alpha’s back but it only encouraged the monster more. He
nipped down harder, gaining a weak squeak from the man under him and jolting
hips that tried to bury his cock in his hand to the very hilt. Joel felt
Burnie’s smooth cock throb in his hand with every pound of his racing heart,
straining every so often and coating itself in a glowing heat. The pace was
frantic and genuinely scared from how much his heartbeat resembled a
jackrabbit. Only then did Joel finally release, mouthing kisses all over the
wound and giving loving and apologetic licks. The skin was raw under his
tongue, no longer the smooth velvet that it once was, but now tender and rough.
 
Joel didn’t even notice how hard he was until he felt precum leaking out from
the tip and smearing all over the inside of his pants. He gave a roused growl,
raising himself up slightly so that he and the human’s eyes could meet. The
human’s eyes were wet, but shown only light of longing, something that Joel
could not get over the beauty of.
 
“How was that?” he smiled with a low rustle of his tail. He laughed when there
was a slurred groan coming from Burnie and gave the human’s cock a last few
tugs. His eyes darted down and he noticed that the wet spot had gotten slightly
bigger, arousal coating his fingers and all on the inside of the cloth. He
didn’t even noticed – he was too enamored with trying to bite. “God, your dick
is fucking soaked…”
 
“I th-think I came…” Burnie’s head tossed back, throat out in the open to
proudly show that mark on his skin. It was already turning into a discoloration
of purple and a deep brown. Around the perimeter of the bruise was a set of
small cuts from Joel’s small, sharp fangs. Both the sight and the proclamation
that Burnie made of his release made Joel quiver with pride, now just kissing
at Burnie’s lips before gently lifting his hand out of the man’s underwear to
examine his digits.
 
They were coated in thin, warm cream.
 
“That’s fucking hot,” Joel confessed, lips falling back onto the latter’s once
again, purposely trying to grind his clothed cock against Burnie’s knee. It was
clumsy and messy, but he could barely stand it anymore. All of the Alpha in him
screamed to go ahead and take the winnings. Burnie’s so out of it with his star
struck eyes and his limp, opened legs that gave the perfect view of him. He’s
probably so comfortable by now; loose and opened for Joel to just slide on in
if they had a dab of any lube.
 
Burnie made a sound that resembled a purr as he was kissing Joel, brave enough
to actually slip his tongue in between Joel’s slips and squealed when he found
sharp teeth eagerly trying to bite again. His hand reached down and curled
amaturely, flinching when he felt that thickly raised tent that belonged to the
monster. Joel’s breath grew hot against his face and he jerked away, his
turning as wide as a predators with his hips grinding into the human’s palm.
 
“Y-yes, you want my thick cock, human?” he murmured roughly in a selfish way
when he began to cling into the human’s sticky shirt with tight fingers.
Burnie’s mouth hung loose while he made another squeak before giving a nod.
“You think you’re in heaven now, wait until you’re hanging off of my knot,
unable to move from how blissed out you’ll be. You’d be weeping my name while I
took you, begging for more, and I’d give you all of it.”
 
“Joel, yes,” Burnie could feel the base of Joel’s cock getting even thicker
through his pants and he could only imagine what was underneath. “I-I want –”
 
“Yes?” Joel was restless, figeting his knees into the couch and bumping up
against Burnie’s hand. “What do you want, my sweet human?”
 
“I want –” and suddenly, they were both disrupted with a loud, sudden startle
of the doorbell chime. Immediately, Joel reacted with a bark, wings coming over
them like a blanket to hide them away. Hormones were rushing over the both of
them, Joel desperate to try and hide his human away of whoever might be there.
They were both alarmed, each of their hearts fluttering in excitement just from
holding each other, waiting under the darkness of Joel’s wings to see who had
disturbed them of their fun.
 
“Hey, are you there? Pizza!” said the voice from the other side of the door.
Instantly, they calmed, both laughing slightly before they shared in another
kiss. Joel’s wings drew back and uncovered them.
 
“It’s just the food,” Joel hummed, raising a brow before he began to get off of
Burnie. The human continued to slouch on the couch, watching the monster going
to open the door.
 
“That dude is gonna see your boner,” he smiled, bursting out a laugh when Joel
turned to the side to where it is mostly visible.
 
“Maybe he’ll want to join in,” Joel smirked before giving Burnie a wink. “But,
you owe me after we eat. I’ve been holding this in all fucking day.”
***** Michael's Heat I *****
Chapter Summary
     After a world record of waiting, it finally hits Michael. However, it
     wouldn't have happened without the help of Joel~ Thankfully, however,
     Geoff is more than happy to take care of the little heated vampire.
Chapter Notes
     AND FINALLY, IT BEGINS. *pants* It's about damn time, right? I hope
     you guys enjoy it; trust me, the juicy part is coming next. I hope
     you guys enjoy this and sorry about the delays. Exams and crap and
     more crap and exams and midterms. The Micheoff has sailed~
===============================================================================
 
 
It was early; well, early to Michael at least. He kicked opened the door hard
enough that it startled the Rugaru that was lounging in his chair. He gave a
soft noise accompanied by a yawn before giving a half twirl on his chair to
face towards Michael.
 
“Morning, Jack.”
 
“Morning, Jones,” the Beta inhaled the air, raising an eyebrow as he could
smell the strong, pungent scent that the Omega was giving off. It was crisp and
ripe, mixed with a bit of sugar and warmth – just like a freshly baked pie.
Honestly, the Beta was impressed, giving a little smirk as Michael sat down and
began to fiddle with his phone. He actually never really noticed the fact that
the vampire smelled this strong until now, and from the looks of it, Michael
seemed to have gotten a little bit more color to his cheeks than normal – soft,
tender, and rosy, just as if flower petals kissed them. Jack didn’t say a word,
but just muttered contently before returning his attention back to his desk and
setting up things.
 
Michael finally put his phone up back into his jacket pocket and did the same,
always wanting the systems to have a good warm up before things started out. He
was thinking about perhaps loading up Minecraft to continue building his own
private world, but he quickly brushed it off with a sigh. There was a lot on
his mind and he couldn’t get any of his thoughts straightened out. He felt…off
today. There was something that weight heavy on his chest to the point that it
was hard to take breaths. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about
Geoff. Each time he thought about the demon, there was always those skewed
fantasies that he would dream up of and he was hoping to get rid of them before
Ryan got into the room. His gut felt like it was begin twisted up into knots.
He turned to Jack, not believing that he was about to ask this, but he couldn’t
help himself.
 
“Hey, uh, Jack?” the Omega swirled the chair around, almost over shooting it by
nearly making a 360, but he stopped with a slam of his foot to the ground. The
Beta looked up with sleepy eyes, adjusting his glasses as he took a look over
the Omega and swiveled his chair as well. “Can I ask you some stuff?”
 
“Shit, if it’s about babies and where they come from, I swear to God,” Jack
laughed, but Michael could tell the somewhat seriousness of his voice. It was
somewhat embarrassing to the vampire and he was very tempted to tell the Beta
never mind and to forget about it, but he couldn’t. It was that lump in his
throat that felt like someone was grinding a sharp, harsh knuckle against his
Adam’s apple and he cleared it.
 
“Nah, nothing like that. I was just wondering…how did you ever realize you were
Beta? Like, your dynamic?” Michael could feel his veins burn after he asked
that question, especially with the way Jack’s expression grew a bite more
contemplative, eyes wandering up to the ceiling as if to find the answers
engraved in the fiberglass. He hummed, before taking another look at the Omega.
 
“Shouldn’t you be asking Ryan this? I think he would know about dynamics,
especially yours, more than I would.”
 
“I didn’t ask about mine,” he bit his tongue, knowing that sounded so
suspicious, but he continued. “Just wanna know what you think. That okay?”
Michael pursed his lips, realizing that Jack probably already knew where he was
trying to get at. Of course he was implying his and tried to find out why he
hasn’t presented yet – and maybe that Ryan has made a huge mistake all along
and he was never an Omega to begin with.
 
“Well,” Jack sighed, cocking his head to the side as he tried to find the
words. “It was like what my mom told me back when I was still a kid, ya know?
Alphas? They’re basically born with it. Like, they pop their knot when they
reach puberty.” He laughed at the way Michael gave a little cheeky smile, the
Omega giving a small curse at just the thought of it. “Yeah. I don’t know.
Maybe different for Ryan, though. Anyway, Betas, like me, can scent and smell
others, but we don’t have any other characteristics.”
 
“Wow, that…sucks,” Michael gave a sideways frown of confusion. “Like what?”
 
“Well,” Jack chuckled. “We can’t…you know,” he gave a gesture with his eyes and
that’s when Michael waved him off, rolling his own.
 
“Yeah, whatever, so you can’t get…wet? Or have heats or anything like that?”
 
“Basically. Ah, but it’s okay. Anyway, and Omegas present by falling into a
heat, big time. I remember when my girlfriend first fell into her heat. It’s a
huge thing and it’s very…intricate. An Omega needs a lot of care when
presenting otherwise they will have a real unhappy heat.”
 
Michael nodded, and honestly felt like he should be taking notes for this. He
felt his heart bubble every time that Jack would pause, trying to think of
something else to say. It was nervousness – he is a fucking adult now almost
running into his 30s and yet he doesn’t even really know if his true dynamic is
an Omega like Ryan says he is, or if he’s a Beta. He budded his fangs against
his bottom lip, chewing on it out of anxiousness, not wanting to fully believe
what his mind was going through.
 
“I’m just tired of waiting, Jack, and I feel like I shouldn’t have to be
waiting if I am not what he says I am.”
 
Jack felt a sad thump in his chest when Michael said that, but he decided to
say nothing. A tiny part of him wanted to tell Michael how wonderful he
smelled, and how close he seemed to be, but he just didn’t bother. Perhaps he
would talk to Ryan about it later on in the day when they were all together.
 
A half hour and a couple of more small-talking sentences later, the others
started to pile in – Geoff coming by saying a small “good morning, assholes,”
and Ryan, Gavin, and Ray following shortly after and getting a stink eye from
the other Alpha in the room. Michael couldn’t help but feel his chest give way
when he saw the demon again and he just whispered a simple “morning” back. The
Omegas yawned, popping open a can of RedBull and Monster and giving small talk
before the Build Team and the crew also came on in. Matt and Jeremy were nearly
hand in hand with the way their fingertips and claws brushed together and
Lindsay and Kdin were coming in laughing.
 
Michael tried to smile, pressing his fangs against his bottom lip as the room
started to become more and more cheery. They didn’t schedule any Let’s Play
right now, but AHWU was about to be recorded and that’s pretty much all Michael
knew about what was doing on today. The team was talking about a Let’s Build
for Minecraft, but Geoff insisted that he wanted to do it so suddenly – which
was a bit odd, but no one argued. He wanted to start it with the Head Vampire
and that if it doesn’t fail miserably, it’ll be put up.
 
Michael just sat back and checked his phone, seeing if there were any updates
on Twitter and to check his mail. The churning in his stomach that he began to
have was only making him hope for an early day today. Thankfully, he had a
packet of blood in his left pocket that he’ll be snacking on later and
hopefully that would give him enough energy to make it.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Burnie couldn’t remember the last time he felt this comfortable. His arms were
laced around Joel’s neck and although he was still a little conscious about
letting his weight settle fully on the Jersey Devil’s lap. Joel insisted that
he was just fine and that he relax. The Alpha had his nose buried into the
crevice of Burnie’s neck, inhaling a nice whiff of soft cologne that surrounded
him like a mellow fog and made him as happy as a fat, lazy cat. He gave his own
small purrs – just a subconscious move to comfort his lover and show that he
wasn’t a threat as he began to drag his teeth over the human’s warm skin.
 
He could feel the goosebumps beginning to rise from the mate and he chuckled. 
There was the heat that rose deep from the blood of human and Joel could
practically taste it once more. The way Burnie shifted in his lap, trying to
find his place only made his knot twitch and his wings tremble. He was sure
Burnie could feel how hard he was and there was that side bit of hope that the
human would just go ahead and close the door so that they could fool around.
The Jersey Devil picked up his wings to wrap around them both, pulling Burnie
in even close as he now began to leave little trails of kisses across the span
of his throat until their lips finally met clumsily.
 
Burnie gave a happy hum, raking dull fingernails against Joel’s back. He hiked
up the Alpha’s shirt just slightly to expose a light happy trailed that began
to bleed into a dark pool on his upper torso. The human absolutely loved it and
smiled into the kiss until his teeth pinched on the lips of the monster.
 
“You like to bite, huh?”Joel wondered with a low voice. It was just above that
thunderous rumble and the human quivered slightly in thrill. “Do it, harder
this time.”
 
“You fuck. Come on, we need to actually get some work done around here,” the
human argued, beginning to slide off of Joel’s lap and let loose of his body
but the monster wouldn’t let him. They both laughed as the Alpha leaned in so
much so that they bumped noses.
 
“Trying to teach you how to scent with your mate,” Joel muttered with his eyes
low, staring at Burnie’s neck. “That’s applicable work, right?”
 
“Do I pay you to teach me how to scent?” the human raised an eyebrow with a
teasing smile. The way Joel grinned in response almost made him giggle like a
schoolgirl.
 
“Come on, we’re almost there. What’s my scent?”
 
“A lovely bushel of roses.”
 
“Shithead,” Joel rolled his eyes and made Burnie lean in again. The human
complied, resting his head on the monster’s shoulder with his nose tilted
inward towards the nape of Joel’s neck. There was a smell there; it was very
unique, but that Burnie couldn’t even describe. It was brand new, as if his
brain has never registered anything like it.
 

“You smell nice,” the human admitted, smiling wide when he heard a prideful
rumble roll through his mate. “My big strong Alpha. I honestly can’t…put into
words of what you smell like. Rugged but soft.” He pulled back only to see that
Joel was smiling wide.
 
“Getting closer,” he snickered and dove in for a quick kiss. Burnie licked into
it which made the Jersey Devil give a bark before ripping away from the human.
It was a bold move; one that Joel was happy of Burnie to make. It made him
harder and he groaned when the human sat on his cock just right for both of
them to huff a heated breath. The air was thick and musked up with the Jersey
Devil’s roused scent although Burnie couldn’t quite tell what it was. They
almost closed in for another kiss until the Alpha froze, his muscles locking up
and his eyes going wide.
 
Burnie felt frightened. It reminded him of when Joel realize that he had
Geoff’s bites on his wrists. He bit his lip as he tried to look into the
predatory eyes of the monster, but he began to feel fear growing on him again.
“J-Joel?”
 
The Alpha gave off a growl, fingers dragging and catching on the clothes that
belonged to the human as he inhaled the air sharply. There was a savory aroma
in the air – one that made Joel flick his tongue out in the open just to see if
he could taste how sweet it actually was. It was a familiar kind of scent that
the Alpha was far too familiar with, just by hungry instinct alone.
 
“You can’t smell that can you?”
 
“No,” Burnie didn’t have a clue as to what the Jersey Devil was talking about.
Just to humor him, though, he whiffed the air. “Oh, but I do smell food. Like a
burger or something.” That obviously wasn’t the answer that Joel was looking
for as he saw that the Alpha’s eyes were still locked on the door, completely
enamored on what was on the other side. Burnie opened his mouth to ask, but
immediately closed it when he heard a small jingle of keys echoing in the
hallway outside the door. He turned his head to hear two voices that were
muffled and familiar.
 
“Hey, Michael. Ah, what?! You got food? Fucking jealous; I got to wait for
Gavin and Ryan and their slow asses. Fucking Ry-guy is about to do a LB.”
 
“Ryan’s gettin’ old, Ray. He decides to actually do work here,” he could hear
the vampire laughing. “You snooze you lose. Just got get food by yourself. You
reap the benefits.”
 
The footsteps behind the door began to fade away and Burnie could even hear a
small, puppy-like whine that came from the werewolf and that sent shivers down
the human’s spine. The commotion was obviously not about the food, unless
everyone is that close to starving, so what was going on?Burnie slid off of the
Alpha and fixed himself up, adjusting his shirt and pants and flared out his
collar. “Sorry. Got nervous. So what’s aching you, Joel?” He watched the Jersey
Devil get up, flickering his wings to straighten them up again and give a
couple of swishes from his tail before he gave a toothy grin.
 
“I remember, now. It’s Michael, that little vampire,” his sentences rolled off
with a low rumble as he got up from the chair. “I think he’s in heat. I wanna
go check.”  He forward to try to reach for the door before Burnie snatched his
hand.
 
“Joel, what the actual fuck?” the human gritted his teeth harsh out of anger
and his eyes were fixated on the mate. Finally, it was clear. “You’re gonna
leave just because you think Michael’s in heat?” That pang of jealousy was too
much. He thought that he and Joel were already tied together by the waist,
especially with what happened between them that night at his house. He could
still see the soft marks that lined in a perfect row along his neck whenever he
looked into the mirror. “I thought you were over him. I thought what we had –
you know? Mate? Why you suddenly going back to him like a magnet?”
 
Joel’s wings were perched and his fixated eyes finally relaxed as he realized
that Burnie was right. He muttered a small apology, body no longer tensing up
and having that Alpha stance that he knew would woo a heated Omega like nothing
flat. “Sorry, Burns. I just…” he trailed off, eyes looking into the human’s as
if trying to find the right word, but all he could afford was a simple “itch”
to finish it off. He knew that sounded terrible, but he hopes that Burnie had
been around long enough to understand that he couldn’t help the feeling.
“Whenever there’s an Omega around and they’re wanting, I just normally go to
them, you know? Help them out a bit.”
 
“Yeah, but I’m here now. I want you to stay away from Michael. I want you to
stop fucking around with the other Omegas,” Burnie said in a light, demanding
voice. It was serious but soft and it was enough to make Joel grin wickedly and
show off sharp, tiny fangs.
 
“Jealous, love?”
 
Burnie pursed his lips, looking at the mate with pleading eyes. The room fell
silent and all that remained was the slow, constant tick of the nearby clock on
the wall until Joel finally spoke up. He honestly couldn’t believe that he was
standing up for himself, especially against a monster. He felt empowered and so
he crossed his arms, looking at Joel with stern eyes.
 
“Lighten up, Burns. I didn’t mean anything by it,” he claimed, taking his arms
to gather up the younger male and pulling in for a hug. He made their lips
connect once again, but this time there was a spark that sent Burnie’s heart
fluttering and Joel could feel it, as well. He purred comfortingly, thumbs
rubbing in small circles on the crest of Burnie’s thighs, even after they
pulled apart. “You have to admit, Ryan needs to have a hold on his Omega. He
smells too close for comfort around the office.”
 
“And that’ll be his doing,” Burnie said, trying not to even think about the
wrath Haywood would have if Joel were to mess with Michael. He was fearful of
all the monster strife that would come about. He knew how Haywood was; too
overprotective and too angry around his Omegas. “Might just send Michael home.
I’ll talk to Matt about it.” Joel’s tail flicked around and his wings perched
up in interest once again. Burnie wiggled out of his tough and finally grabbed
a couple of papers before speaking with a bit of playfulness in his tone,
“Don’t you have to be somewhere? Sometimes I forget why Matt and I hired you
with the way you just lounge around like a sloth.”
 
The Jersey Devil chuckled with an idea popping in his head. “As a matter of
fact, I do. I’ll talk to you later, babe.”
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Michael got lunch by himself, hand still messing around inside the bag to try
and look for anything else to eat. He was starving and he went to go snag some
P. Terry’s as soon as he could. After a long inner debate of whether he was
going to eat in or take it to go, he was crawling back towards the office with
the bag full of straggling fries and an almost completely eaten burger and used
napkins. He regretted not eating in because then he could have more food, but
he didn’t bitch about it. That blood packet early didn’t even help what so ever
and only stained his fangs, probably scarring the cashier at the restaurant for
life.
 
As soon as he rounded the corner, he felt something hit him internally and he
hissed slightly. He wasn’t feeling his best ever since the start of this
morning and it was only getting worse as the day progressed. Not only was he so
hungry, but also had a slight headache and he felt a little bit bloated, which
was odd from just one burger and a medium fry. His senses felt alight; his
nerves felt hot and he could feel it traveling throughout his body. He couldn’t
tell if it was hormones, but he stopped and gritted his teeth.
 
“Shit,” he groaned, blushing from the rush of blood. “Oh, hello, what the
fuck?” He used the bag to cover the front of his body, hiding the slowly
growing hard on that he received so suddenly. He was so confused, mind
beginning to spin and try to make up excuses of why he felt like this – so
smothered and hot.He laughed it off even though there was a slight blush coming
over him. “Well, I never realized that food made me feel like that.”
 
“Feel like what?”
 
Michael nearly gave an embarrassing shriek, turning around to see whoever it
was to come up. “Oh, fuck,” Michael groaned when he saw the Jersey Devil
shuffle his wings. “Dammit, you fuck. You scared the piss out of me.”
 
“Sorry,” Joel laughed, eyes wandering down towards the bag that was in
Michael’s hands. The Omega blushed, feeling so intimidated by those Alpha eyes
that seemed to glow. They were soft and relaxed, scanning him up and down and
Michael suddenly felt the need to feel presentable; just another reason to feel
embarrassed about how he felt in the moment. “I see you got P. Terry’s. Lucky
fuck; I’m hungry.” He looked back up at Michael and smiled. “But, seriously,
are you okay? I heard you making some…disgruntled noises,” he explained, just
trying to get the Omega to laugh. It didn’t work. Instead, Michael just rolled
his eyes.
 
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Thanks for asking though. Prob’s just some bad food or
something.”
 
Joel inhaled. “Wow,” he admitted, giving out a droning whirr. “You smell
lovely, Michael. Ryan must be proud.”
 
That’s what made Michael’s eyes grow huge. The blush on his face dulled into a
bashful pink, eyes closing gently to where lashed kissed the very tops of his
cheekbones. “Proud?” he asked softly, biting the lush crest of his lip back.
The small tips of his fangs poked out and Joel chuckled when he saw them; it
didn’t help Michael’s reddened face any more. He could only imagine that Joel
meant with his Alpha being proud. “Why do you say that?”
 
“Haven’t you presented?” Joel asked, already knowing the correct answer, but
still wanting to know Michael’s input on it. The way the Omega clenched his
fingers around the bag so nervously and made the paper crinkle only brought a
satisfied smirk to him.
 
“No,” Michael answered with a very low voice, but there was a smile against his
tone. It was hopeful and happy. “Not as far as I know…”
 
“Well, I can help you with that. Would you like for me to check and see if you
have properly presented?” Joel could see the confusion in Michael’s eyes and he
leaned close for reassurance. “I promise, it won’t be long. Just a proper
scenting session. Haven’t you scented before?” His tail whipped back and forth
with the way Michael gave such an Omegan snarl in response.
 
“I’m not some sort of thirteen year old vampire anymore, okay? I’ve scented
before with my Alpha.”
 
“Then you would be okay if we were to do it? Come on, it relieves so much
stress and I’m just curious.”
 
Michael hesitated, fist gripping the bag until his knuckles turned white, but
he finally nodded. What was the worst that could happen? He’s been scent drunk
before as far as he could remember and he knew how to control himself. Joel
also seemed to be like a stunning Alpha that would welcome him and be opened to
him. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
 
“We can go back to the Podcast room? No one is there right now and we could get
a little comfortable. I’d feel rude if we were just to do it openly. As much as
I believe it should be allowed, I would hate for Ryan to get so upset over it
if he were to see.” Joel took the side of his wing and allowed it to rest on
the Omega’s back as they began to walk.
 
“Please, don’t say it like that. I’m 27 years old, Joel. I can do what I want.
I don’t have a mate or anything so Ryan can’t say shit, alright?”
 
“Alright, you snappy Omega.”
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
It was fucking embarrassing of how close Michael was getting towards Joel. At
first, they started with two chairs in front of each other, knees locked in
between and their fingers brushing up closer and closer. It was Joel that
finally made the “first move” as he held Michael’s hand with his thumb brushing
up tenderly on the warm skin on Michael’s palm. The Omega was nervous; he could
tell from how badly Michael’s hands were sweating and shaking, just as if his
nerves were alive and ready to bolt towards prey.
 
The only lights that were on was a couple of the stage lights; the rest were
off which caused the Alpha’s eyes to close and get more and more drowsy as the
scenting session continued. Michael’s scent was so thick that he nearly got
dizzy off of it almost instantly, but that’s normal when Omegas are close or
into their heats. They were both purring like happy kittens, Michael’s hands
finding the courage to come up and try to stroke at his chest. Joel could feel
how Michael’s head was laying on his shoulder, lashing tickling at his neck
with his nose deep into the dip.
 
The silly vampire still had that lingering smell of some blood and burgers and
Joel gave a quiet laugh.
 
Such a sweet boy, Joel admitted to himself as he cocked his head back further,
allowing Michael to get more comfortable. Joel knew that he was probably
pushing boundaries way past their limit, but he didn’t care. There was a
diabolical scheme that was un-hatching in his mind that made his thirst for it
even more just from how sweet it really was. He just wanted to kiss the vampire
as deep as he could. He could see the after-stains of crimson blood on his
fangs and he was thirsty to have a taste. Could you get any more perfect?
 
Michael began to curl at his side, knees digging against his as he pick himself
up to crawl closer to Joel. It was just instinct; he was already bombed out of
his mind from the Alpha’s scent that he just wanted more and he cooed softly
when he finally got comfortable enough to settle his weight on the side of
Joel’s thigh with his legs spread ever so slightly. Joel gasped, a blush
crawling over him. The movements reminded him of what his human mate did just
earlier today and dammit to fuck, it made his knot twitch. There was a cloud of
a sweet peach scent that was so strong and smelled so wet that he gave a low,
soft rumble in reply.
 
Joel, don’t fucking lose it.
 
He curled his arms around Michael, knowing that this was going a little farther
than what he intentionally planned. His head remained tilted back, even if
there was a tiny crick beginning to form and his muscles were straining. The
pads of his fingers trailed down hesitantly until they found a beautiful curve
that was formed between the small of Michael’s back and his ass. It was so warm
and Joel gave a small noise of satisfaction. He was glad to be there and
although he felt the slight pang of guilt that he was providing care for this
heated Omega and not the true Alpha, he didn’t want to leave he enjoyed it so
much.
 
Then, he gasped, eyes shooting open as he felt a slight scratch of small, sharp
teeth that scraped over his skin. He gave a gnarr, wanting to pull away to meet
the Omega’s eyes; he wanted to snatch Michael in for a kiss, tell him to do it
harder, allow him to grind against the boy’s sweet ass until he fell into it
and then he could provide what they both truly wanted deep down, but he held
himself back. There was more grazing of teeth, the vampire chittering happily
with a small drag of his tongue and lips to catch against the Jersey Devil’s
neck.
 
Soon, Michael was whimpering, hips beginning to thrust so shallowly against
Joel’s leg. The Alpha nearly choked on air, feeling just how hard Michael was
through his jeans. His movements became harsher, peaking each thrust for quite
a few seconds before trying to do it again. He never officially bit down on
Joel’s neck, but his teeth were pulling to where Joel knew that there would be
some redness and irritation later on. Something that he hope wouldn’t show up
fully.
 
The first thing Joel thought of that was way too far and that he should’ve
known better, but it was quickly buried deep when Michael gave the most
beautiful noise that he ever heard. It was a full blown Omegan moan that Joel
was sure that if they weren’t in a sound proof room, the whole office would
have heard. He held onto Michael strong and firm, biting back a growl. The
muscles under the boy’s skin were tense and tight, but they finally relaxed
after a second or two.
 
“J-Joel…” The Omega’s voice was weak, and Joel could fully understand why when
Michael leaned against his neck again. With the way he smelled – just how hot
and bothered his skin felt and with how thick he smelled, just so wet. He could
tell the vampire finally got that gush that he was longing for.
 
The vampire was breathless to the point that each gasp was a sputter. The heat
doused over him like a hose, sending his veins aflame and his heart fluttering.
Joel could see the submissiveness spark in the vampire’s eyes, especially as he
subconsciously lolled his head to the side in a leisurely, yet eager way. The
way he looked on top of Joel was gorgeous and the Jersey Devil could only wish
that the obstacle of clothing on the Lad was taken away from him so that he
could sink his teeth down into his flesh properly. The thought of the Omega’s
blood titillating his tongue made the Alpha practically drool, let alone the
thought of what that fruity slick would taste like if he were to have a nice,
long lick.
 
“Michael,” Joel didn’t know what to do. Actually, he did, but he knew that he
would suffer the fury that belong to Ryan as well as the guilt and shame that
would come from betraying his mate. He bit his lip hard, only wishing that it
was Michael’s flesh between his teeth, filling his mouth with the sweetness
that he yearned for from the heated Omega. The way Michael rocked into his lap,
head tilted back with his cock trying to rut against his leg was possibly one
of the most gorgeous things that the Jersey Devil had ever seen and he was
blessed that he was the one – the first – to experience this Omega’s heat.
 
There was a small wet spot that formed on the back of Michael’s pants, so thick
that Joel was able to feel it by just swiping his hand over the heated area. He
moaned, trying his best to not be so turned on by this and let Michael see how
hard he was getting.
 
I could only imagine what the tiny, wet hole would feel like around my fat
knot. The Alpha rumbled contently as Michael spread his legs obediently wide,
thighs trying to be out of the way to show off how hard and ready he was.
 
“Alpha,” Michael spoke primitively, his eyes wide with want and lust. They were
glazed over, as if he were inebriated. Joel nodded, biting his bottom lips.
“Yes, yes, yes –” but he stopped himself as he began to hold Michael by his
underarms, supporting him up. He got a good look at the vampire, scanning him
up and down. His cheeks were pink and his lips were a blood red, begging to be
kissed. His muscles were loose and relaxed, just ready to be seized and used as
needed, but Joel gritted his teeth as he shook his head.
 
You know better.
 
“Michael, you need your Alpha,” he spoke softly. Michael gave a whine, arms
moving furiously as it seemed like he was trying to lunge towards the Jersey
Devil, but Joel was stronger. “Not me. I’m mated now.” There was the hit – the
baseball bat strike of remorse that clocked his body to the point that he felt
numb.
 
There’s no way Ryan will forgive me for this. He’s going to smell me on
Michael. He’ll smell Michael on me. Fuck.
 
The poor Omega was squirming helplessly to where the Joel was afraid that he
would suffer a good bruising if Michael didn’t get off of him. “Alpha! Please,”
he complained. “You can’t leave me like this; I don’t – I can’t –”
 
Joel felt terrible. A wave a guilt washed over him as he realized what he just
done. He just pushed Michael into his heat at work and there was nothing he
could do about it unless he were to break Burnie’s heart. “We need to get you a
suitable Alpha, Michael. Ryan could help, right?” He finally got up, groaning
from the way his muscles stretched as he got Michael off of him. He continued
to hold only the Omega as they slowly made their way out of the empty set. “Is
he at the office? Where is he at?”
 
Michael nodded. “The o-office, Joel.”
 
                                        
                                      --
                                        
                                        
The roomed reeked of some hour-old pizza, a few cans of beer, and maybe even
some sticky grape juice that happened to spill on the floor and was given a
half-assed clean up by someone just smearing it around. Ryan sniffled before he
plopped down right beside of Geoff. The demon grumbled a couple of words that
only Ryan could understand when he read his thoughts, but it wasn’t anything
more than “I’m tired” or “can’t wait to go on home.”
 
“Don’t have all fucking day, Haywood,” Geoff sneered as he plopped down in his
seat. The Head Vampire rolled his eyes and gave a little tsk, trying to hold
back a remark, but it was actually given for him.
 
“Damn, what made you a grouchy old bag today, Geoff? You’re the one who wanted
to do this,” Lindsay said, giving a grin as she got out her phone. “You wanting
me and Kdin to record or ...?”
 
“Don’t care. Go ahead and make yourselves useful while you’re here,” Geoff
answered, tossing his head to the side, but they knew that he was kidding. He
was just tired and grumpy and didn’t really feel like it today, but he decided
to have this Let’s Play with Ryan and to treat it sort of like a Hot Seat only
because of what was happening in the office. Not only did he have a rough
night’s sleep, but coming into the office was a terrible tease to him even as
soon as he walked through the door. He was obvious that Michael was close – and
not just ‘Ryan is bullshitting and being hopeful that his Omega is about to
fall into heat’, but Michael was dead on close and he needed to talk to the
Head vampire about it. His smell made the air as thick as a blanket. He had
snarled when he got in the room, giving the Head Vampire a stink eye.
 
Good Alpha my ass. I would never let my Omega in here with him giving off like
that.
 
Geoff finally snapped back into reality, asking Ryan where Gavin was, but the
younger Alpha just shrugged.
 
 
                                       ~
 
 
“So, about Michael – ” the demon nearly burst out into a fit of laughter when
he heard that low, angry gnarl that rolled from Ryan’s throat. “Shit, let me
finish my sentence, will you?”
 
“I don’t want to hear anything that deals with my Omega, especially if you’re
the want saying it,” Ryan stopped the capture, hoping that no one noticed.
Frankly, however, he didn’t care if anyone were to see. This conversation was
not going to go anywhere nicely and he could already tell from the soup of
thoughts that swirled in the demon’s mind that the subject was going to go
South very quickly.
 
“I’m sure I’m not the only one thinking it here around the office. He smells
very nice so suddenly, doesn’t he?” Geoff drew out his voice, making sure to
flick the accent just right so that Ryan could bask in the tension. “Almost
like he’s about to fall into it. Don’t you agree, Alpha? Maybe it’s time for
the boy to call it an early day ‘les you want an Alpha to completely take over
your place for you.” There was a second more with no answer and Geoff
continued. “Come on, Ryan. Michael reeks in the best way and every fucking
monster knows it here. They’re just too shy to say anything.”
 
The Head Vampire snarled and that earned him a few small whimpers from the
Omegas behind him. Ryan huffed through his nose, eyes lowering as he looked to
the side towards Geoff, a warning that he needed to shut his mouth now. He
inhaled slowly, breathing in a big lungful of Alpha musk that was in the air
along with the complimenting scents of the couple stray Omegas that were also
in the room; it surely was tense and the air was filled with it.
 
The smell of cherries from Jeremy, the honeysuckle that rolled off of Lindsey,
and the tangy melon spice that came from Caleb made the scents softer compared
to the heavy Alpha stench. Geoff seemed to be growing more and more excited and
Ryan could smell the sharpness of strawberries and alcohol; it seemed everyone
was on edge today. It was the same way when his Omega, Gavin, fell into heat
that while ago. They all swirled in what seemed like a melting pot of scents
and there was a point that Ryan could barely even recall Michael’s scent that
bled throughout the office. Today, he was ignoring all thoughts. The only focus
was Michael in every single monster’s mind, the weirdos.
 
The Head vampire didn’t say a word except for a low hum. He knew Geoff was
right; he could sense it in his teeth and feel the burn in his gums. There was
something about his Omega today when he saw him. The way he was twirling around
in that chair, seemingly sprawled out and ready as if he were so empty. Perhaps
that was just his imagination, but he knew there was just something about
Michael today and the way he carried himself. Ryan just felt like he needed to
do something – pin the boy down and sink his fangs as deep as he could into the
soft spot on Michael’s throat while scenting until they both were dizzy and
rutting against each other like hungry wolves. It was a brilliant idea: mark
him up with his bites and his scent, and maybe go as far as to fully mark him
like he does his mates; let no other Alpha get in the way, but it was yet
another one that Ryan couldn’t bring himself to do.
 
Ryan’s thoughts were racing and he could swear to himself that he was beginning
to panic, especially with how possessive he was over his Omega. Finally, it
clicked.
 
I need to get him home.  Geoff was right. He needed to get Michael home and
mark him. He should’ve done it so long ago, but he felt like it wasn’t needed,
especially since Michael has gotten so much older now.
 
“I suppose you’re right,” Ryan threw his controller to the side and started to
get up. The demon ran his fingers against each other as he let go of his
controller too, swiveling his chair with an eyebrow raised as Ryan began to
walk away.
 
“Hey! You can’t just leave a –”
 
“Save it, knot-meat,” Ryan barked. “I’m taking Michael home. Who the fuck knows
what will happen if I don’t?” Ryan’s eyes seemed to glow as he gave another
gaze back at Geoff. “Stay away from my Omegas.”
 
“I thought we already established that they all can’t be yourOmegas, your Head
Majesty,” Geoff gritted his teeth. “You keep holding Michael away like this and
he’ll finally grow those fangs and bite your fucking ass.” The younger Alpha
didn’t listen and he just continued to walk, ultimately slamming the door
behind him. It was all Geoff could do to not run after Ryan and tell him to
stop, but it was no use. “Of course he doesn’t care about his damn job,” the
demon muttered, looking at his capture and realized he was still rolling. The
Omegas in the room had their heads ducked low and whimpering and Geoff gave a
small sigh of apology before immediately snapping back to it. “Edit that out,
Brag. You,” he pointed at the Omegan Imp that was Jeremy and inched his finger
forward. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
 
The Omega listened as he grabbed the controller. “You want to start over?”
 
“We can try, but I doubt it’ll be any good.”
 
A few minutes later and Geoff was correct; it was determined that this Let’s
Build was going to get scrapped anyway, so Geoff started to fuck around and
begin to ask the others ridiculous questions. He blamed the failure of the
Let’s Build all on Ryan just as he was popping open a can of Pepsi. “Basically
should call it a day,” he said as he began to chug it before he nearly choked
on the liquid. It was so suddenly, as if the air had shifted and it caught all
of the office’s attention, especially with the way Jeremy suddenly gave a whine
and how Matt grinded down on his back teeth before turning his head to the
door.
 
“What the fuck?” Geoff gave a possessive rumble, tattoos beginning to
illuminate. It was a dim light, but one that had potential especially with the
way the air was fogging up with the lovely smell of a heated Omega. Not just
any Omega, however. Geoff knew immediately that it was Michael and there was a
prideful flame that burned in his chest when he realized that the vampire had
finally fallen into heat. Out of all places, it had to have been work where
there were more than willing Alphas to give him care.
 
There was a knock on the door and there was enough silence for a drop of a pin
to be heard. Geoff was the one to get up to answer the door, even though he was
probably the one furthest away. With each step, the smell got stronger to the
point that he hissed through his teeth, pressing his fangs against his and
deciding that he was going to go insane if he had to stay there any longer. It
was probably Ryan on the other side, giving Geoff the mockery of a life time as
well as a tease with him having to stand there and look at Michael’s heated
face without having anything to do about it.
 
But it wasn’t Ryan when he opened the door. Geoff could barely tell that it was
Joel because of the Earthy ash that was covered up by peaches. “What do you
want, fuck head?” He caught a glance of Michael with his peripheral vision. The
Omega was clinging to a wall, legs spread and pinned with his hands planted
firmly so that he wouldn’t lose his balance.
 
“Dammit, Geoff, where’s Ryan?” Joel asked. It was obvious that he was trying to
keep his voice steady and calm, but when there was the slightest whine from
Michael, he cringed.
 
“He just left to pick up Cute Stuff, here,” Geoff turned his head to focus on
Michael. “Wow, Michael. You look…” his fingers gripped the frame of the door
and he swore that he was going to break it. “Are you okay?”
 
“Geoff,” Michael said in a voice that called to the Alpha. Geoff nearly bit the
air with how badly he wanted the vampire. “I-I need –”
 
“I know what you need, Michael,” Geoff clicked his tongue and looked back at
Joel. “Why don’t you give him to me. I’ll go find Ryan. He needs to get on home
before the dummy has an aneurism.”
Joel opened his mouth as if he were going to say something, but it was quickly
closed. All he could afford was a shallow nod before he cleared his throat to
finally speak. “Thank you, Geoff. I appreciate it.” He didn’t want to bring up
the topic of him being with Michael or him lying about “finding Michael this
way” and so he just left it at that. His fingers trailed along Michael’s arm,
wings coming around lovingly until he slipped away. He was hoping to get some
neutralizer quick before the Head vampire were to catch up to him and smell him
blanketed with Michael’s scent.
 
As for the Omega, he was whimpering, finally falling into Geoff’s touch and he
was caught. The demon gave a rumble of comfort, giving a sideways smirk as he
looked down at Michael. A thick fang popped out of his bottom lip and needy
vampire gave a croon of delight when he saw it, trying to lean even further
into Geoff’s hold. Their eyes met, blue and hazel locking in and sending sparks
of affection to each other and the Alpha was ready to lean in for a kiss right
then and there.
 
“Alright,” he chuckled. “Hey, guys, I’ll be back,” he called out to the rest
before finally leaving the office doorway and closing the door. Michael
continued to look up at him, completely star struck and in awe. There was just
love coming from those hazel orbs accompanied by devious lust and the Alpha
grinned a toothy one. “You want an Alpha, Michael?”
 
“You,” Michael admitted in a dazed slur.
 
Geoff shuddered, completely elated to hear that word come from Michael’s lips,
but he also knew that the Omega was completely drunk off of hormones and
probably just longing for any relief right now. He purred lowly, raising an
eyebrow and holding Michael closer to his chest. His arms felt hot from the
heated, lit ink that were traced down his skin and he could hear the Omega give
a complimenting noise as well as he dove his face into his chest.
 
“Me?” Geoff laughed, quickly beginning to move and taking Michael by the hand.
There were familiar sick and twisted thoughts of ho the vampire could behis to
love and to hold, but also to have for strength and power. Not one for mates,
but there was just something different about Michael that Geoff wanted. “As you
wish,” he finished lowly as they headed out the main doors and towards the
parking lot.
 
Michael was whining as they practically hobbled over there and when they were
out of site and at Geoff’s car, the demon wasted no time. He took his arm and
lean Michael against the car in a haste, pinning him lightly to the vehicle and
growling hungrily.
 
“Little thing,” he rolled softly, eyes gazing deep into the vampires. He was
starving for this and had been for a long time. “Finally, is this it?”
 
“G-Geoff, co-come on!” Michael stammered, trying to push back on Geoff, but the
Alpha was waytoo strong. From his little attempt, he gave up, sending off a
submissive squeak and laying his head back against the car to expose the round
of his throat. “Alpha.”
 
“You’re calling me Alpha? I thought that was only reserved for Ryan,” Geoff
teased with a grin. He loved to hear Michael’s noises that accompanied it.
“God, I can’t wait to see what I’ve been missing for so long. Finally able to
have you in my lap, just in paradise from riding my knot. You’d like that?”
 
The words, they seemed to fade into a garbled language from how gone Michael
was, but he still comprehend and he eagerly nodded his head, trying to press
his hardness against Geoff’s leg.
 
“I’d have you pinned and unable to move while I just lick the sweet right out
of you,” his tattoos glowed so bright to where they were shining light on both
of their faces as Geoff leaned in. Quickly, he kissed the vampire, but it was
only as fast as a second. He purred contently. “Or we can try to see how well
you can fit your tiny, red lips around my cock, trying to swallow all of me
down. Would you do that, Michael? Would you try to make your Alpha feel so
good?” He pressed his thumb against the bottom lip of the Omega. “Lovely Lad.
I’ll help you in your heat. Anything you need, I’ll give it to you.”
 
Michael couldn’t speak; he was melting. He swore that the back of his underwear
was ruined from how soaked he was and he couldn’t take the talking anymore. He
just nodded dumbly, fingers fumbling against the handle of the car to try and
open it, even though it was locked. The Alpha smirked and quickly unlocked the
car before helping Michael in.
 
“Don’t worry, babe. Only a few minutes away from my house.”
***** Michael's Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     Michael finally fell in his heat and Geoff decides to help him.
     However, not everyone is in favor of his assistance.
Chapter Notes
     Number one, all of this is completely consensual. Even though Michael
     was taken in his heat, everything to this point has been led up to
     this moment.
     Number two, I am SOOOOO sorry about the delay. Jesus Christ, I hate
     myself. This semester has been complete hell and I have had
     absolutely no time to write. Actually, I got this update done about 3
     months ago, however exams perfectly lined up with each other to the
     point I was constantly studying and couldn't be writing. I'm so
     sorry. I hope you all forgive me for making you wait, but here it
     finally is. Also, I refused to post this because...well I was
     convinced it was utter trash.
     Number three, thank you to my beautiful B, Emono, for helping me out
     with this. Thank you for believing me and convincing me otherwise
     that this update is good. The year has been hard on the both of us.
     And thank YOU ALL for supporting me and being here through this all
     with me. I can't thank you enough. Instead, I will give you fics.
     Next, the ending of My Little Ray. This summer, a lot of fics are
     going to be finished.
     I hope you guys forgive me;;;;;
     But guess what? My studies are going well with all As, my major is
     finally been declared along with my minor, and I actually have a
     tutoring job that pays well. Hooray for progress!
Their lips slid together, and fingers tangled in each other’s clothes. The bed
creaked when they both landed on it with a harsh thud; for a split second, the
demon thought it would give. Moans were exchanged and barely any words passed
between them for the Omega’s needy pleas. Geoff could feel the heat rising from
Michael to the point that he was sweating. His tattoos radiated with a fiery
blue light onto the Omega’s face as he wrapped his arms around the vampire’s
neck.
 
“I have been waiting too long for this, Michael,” he snarled and kissed him
once again. Michael whimpered, squirming all around underneath the demon. His
legs kick frantically, peeling off his shoes and trying to jimmy off his pants.
“Calm yourself, sweet Omega,” Geoff continued and purred comfortingly. “Behave
or I’ll bite.” He licked his own fangs in a threateningly stunning way. The
gesture actually made Michael coo in greed.
 
“I-I want that,” Michael tried to respond, failing to make his voice steady. He
continued to squirm, lucky enough to get his pants down against the curve of
his ass. Geoff finally took the hint and shoved them down until they were
wrapped around his ankles, releasing a burst of sweet peaches into the air.
Michael gave a weak murmur, legs tensing up as tight as the head of a drum. The
demon rumbled.
 
“Cute thing.” He snagged down the boxers, revealing a hard, sweet nub that
stood proud in the air. Michael kicked, squealing loudly to the point Geoff
snarled. “You do know how to shriek, don’t you, little siren?” He finally
snagged the remainder of Michael’s clothes off and tossed them away.
 
“Sorry,” Michael giggled with a slight moan. His jaw became lax, eyes looking
through a hazy, hazel cloud. His legs were bent, legs fanned out in a lazy,
seductive eagle that proudly showed off the plushness of his thighs. Geoff
snickered and raised a soft brow, crawling his claws over Michael’s sides,
inching up his shirt.
 
“No need to apologize, lovely Omega…” His hands sprawled out all over Michael’s
ribs, spanning his fingers to cover almost the whole area. He could feel hard
bones underneath his palms; only when he drug his hands upward did his
Michael’s skin get more soft and squishy skin. Michael’s nips were hard and
swollen from all of the teasing to where it was adding on a layer of plush to
give off such lovely mounds. Geoff felt his fangs itch, longing to bite and
tongue around those cute, perky nips. “Fuck,” he drew. “Look at you…” He
imagined Michael’s chest and nips being even more swollen, just like proper
tits. This was probably the softest they would be in Michael’s cycle as well as
reaching their peak in tenderness. The Omega gave what sounded like a pained
cry when Geoff squeezed again, but it was accompanied by a giggle.
 
Michael blushed, squeezing his eyes shut in either embarrassment or pride.
“Ugh, don’t do that. God, you’re fucking killing me.”
 
“You’re right. Sorry, I’m just dreaming about you being in my bed, fat with our
child.” Geoff laughed at the face that Michael made. The vampire’s skin was red
hot to the touch and pink from flushed blood. Geoff groaned, giving Michael’s
mounds a rough squeeze that made the little vampire moan loudly. “I just want
to lick you up. You’re too precious. How the hell did Ryan keep you away from
me all this time?” Michael said nothing. Instead, he chomped on his lip and
looked at the demon carefully. His legs were still spread out and he opened
them wider, a subconscious move to show off. Geoff chuckled, rubbing his hands
all over his inner thighs, measuring how thick they were. He could feel the wet
heat rise against his hard cock in his boxers. “Be a beautiful breeding mother
with honey milk – I bet it tastes like peaches and cream.”
 
Michael gushed, gasping both breathlessly and wordlessly. He felt the sheets
under him soak with hot slick. “Geoff, just go ahead. I want your knot. God, I
want it so fucking badly.” He gritted his teeth. “A-Alpha.”
 
Geoff felt goosebumps pepper all over his skin at the word. It shouldn’t have
affected him so much, but after only hearing Michael call Ryan that title, he
felt proud. “Omega…” He licked his teeth and leaned forward with a wicked grin
to where sharp, thick fangs showed proudly. An animalistic growl buzzed through
him and the Omega shivered. “An Alpha knows when to mark his prey.” With that,
he bit down on Michael’s neck, shoving down his boxers. A spurt of blood
sprayed his lips and mouth and an involuntary groan escaped his lips.
 
Michael yelped, but fell silent, only giving out a pleased hiss. He inhaled
deeply, catching a whiff of pure, roused Alpha and he whimpered pathetically.
The smell of strawberries was all he focus on and he loved it. He felt
comfortable – safe, by being held like this, especially within the demon’s
biting hold. Geoff purred protectively, crawling over the vampire. Michael felt
the poke of hard, hot flesh, and he thrashed, huffing loudly until Geoff
grabbed a firm hold on him. His fangs dug deep, sure to leave scars. The warm,
crimson drink flowed white hot across his tongue, tasting of sweet and sour
liquor. Some drops stained the white pillows and even dripped down to the
sheets. Geoff didn’t mind; he loved it. He purred and placed his fingers
against the fat of Michael’s ass. Wet slick stained them just as he slid them
inside. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, but Michael relaxed with a sharp moan
and the digits sank inside.
 
The demon drank a big, gulp of blood and finally let go of the vampire, but
still remaining his fingers inside of the vampire. The Omega’s eyes fluttered
wildly as Geoff curled the digits upward, just barely rubbing against a sweet
spot that made his toes curl.
 
“Shit!” the boy cried out and gasp. “Alpha, please, I want your cock!”
 
“Can I have a taste of that luscious hole first? Prep you and open you up with
my tongue?” He smirked at the Omegan whimper that the vampire. “Or, I could
suck on that pretty nub of a cock that you have – God that is so fucking cute.”
He wrapped his hand around it, giving it careful strokes and sending hot,
melting jolts. “I bet I could have my mouth around that small thing for two
seconds and you’d be spilling into my mouth. Lucky for you…I would drink it
down as if I were parchedand you’d let me have it, wouldn’t you?” Michael
yelped and gushed once more over Geoff’s fingers and the Alpha snarled
possessively. “I love that idea, honestly.” He crawled downward, smiling as he
glanced up to see Michael’s bite wound bleeding just a little bit, but it
turned mostly purple, preparing to scar over.
 
Something for everyone else to see.
 
Geoff traced his tongue down Michael’s body, purring happily at the salty and
sweet taste that came from both his sweat and scent. It was such a perfect
combination. Michael continued to gasp and squirm, exciting Geoff even more as
he inched down towards Michael’s cock. The closer he got, the smell of peaches
got almost overwhelming and left Geoff almost toppling over in want. He swiped
his tongue blindly, catching a taste of smooth, slick skin. The curve of
Michael’s cock pressed against his cheek and he mouthed over it.
 
“Geoff, please, I can’t take you fucking teasing me any—oh, God!” Michael
wooed, tossing his head further into the pillow as Geoff swallowed his cock
down. Geoff hummed happily, bobbing his head in shallow movements and running
his tongue all under his length. Michael tightened, fists clenching the sheets.
Pleasure spiked through him, feeling the heat relieve a little bit, but it
wasn’t nearly enough. He tried to thrust, but the demon held his hips steady
with strong hands. “Alpha!” he fluttered, eyes rolling back. He could feel the
familiar sensation of liquid warmth pooling in his lower abdomen. “Geoff!” he
warned.
 
Geoff flicked his tongue and Michael lost it. He gave a choked squeal, burying
himself to the hilt against Geoff’s lips as he spilled over. It was damn near
embarrassing with the pitiful noise that came with the ordeal. Cream shot out
of him in spurts and he writhed against the bed. The demon was barely able to
keep his hold on him. Geoff gulped it down deeply. Michael’s taste was amazing,
better than any that he had before.
 
Never realized cute vampires during the heat would be the thing that I would
like the most.
 
He purred, pulling off with a loud pop, and licked the outside of his lips.
 
“Hate to say I told you so, but—”
 
“Geoff, I need your knot,” Michael spat hungrily. He opened his legs up more,
exposing a still hard cock and a twitchy, needy hole. Geoff licked his lips
again in hunger, eyes faded with lust. A low growl came deep from his belly,
his hand digging sharp claws into the thigh of the vampire, sure to leave marks
for him to be reminded of every time he drops his pants.
 
“As much as I want to taste you, I suppose that can wait. Priorities,” Geoff
sneered. He crawled over Michael once again, smiling wickedly. He hovered over
the vampire, swiftly pushing down his boxers. He crowded Michael, hugging him
close and kissing him. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he lulled. He shifted a
little and Michael gasped, eyes darting down. He could feelit and just how
thick it was. The length laid along his inner thigh and he quivered weakly. The
demon rumbled protectively and nibbled along Michael’s neck. “Flattering,” he
whispered. “All this time I’ve only been imagining how well you would writhe on
my fat cock...” He thrusted up against Michael, intentionally missing his
twitching, wet hole. It was a tease that nearly drove the Omega mad with lust,
curling his toes and growling pathetically. “But now, we finally get to have it
without Ryan interfering.”
 
Michael panted, eyes traveling down to actually catch a glimpse of the demon’s
cock. He was thick and long, just like he remembered from when he actually
changed into him.
 
It was better in reality.
 
 Geoff bit down on his neck again, not as hard as the first time, but to just
hold the vampire steady as he thrusted up against, slow and accurate.
 
There was a heated pain and Michael cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as Geoff
slid into him. The slick relieved the tension and the heat only made the
stretching pain last a second, but it was soon replaced with nothing but
pleasure. He moaned, lips growing lax and limp as Geoff moved inside him,
starting slow but quickly gaining speed. Hormones flushed through his body,
leaving him high and scent drunk from the Alpha’s strong musk.
 
“Oh, fuck!” he spat.
 
“That’s right,” Geoff snickered, licking at Michael’s neck. There was still an
ooze of tasty blood that he lapped at gratefully. “My prey is lucky that I
don’t just take the essence right out of you. That just leaves me fucking your
Goddamned brains out.” He thrusted harder, even holding back a groan when the
vampire’s tight hole clenched around him. Fluttering and so tight, Geoff nearly
lost his mind. “Shit. Virgin ass during a good heat is always my favorite. A
nice, lovely prize all for me.”
 
Michael panted, spreading his legs wider, cursing when the Alpha bottomed out
with every thrust. He could feel the burning stretch that Geoff’s cock was
giving him and it only made the warmth that coursed through his veins thicker.

“More, Geoff – please,” he begged, moving his hips in rhythm. “I can’t – oh.”
Instinct took over and he leaned his head forward to bite down on the front of
Geoff’s shoulder. It was a blind action and his itchy, tiny fangs felt relieved
once they sunk into Geoff’s skin. The demon roared in what sounded like pain,
but didn’t pull back. Blood dripped from the wound and Michael licked at it,
purring like a kitten.
 
“Needy little – ” he pounded harder, gripping onto Michael’s shoulders for
leverage. Sounds of skin slapping against skin along with Michael’s desperate
moans filled the air, and it fueled Geoff even more. “How much do you want,
kitten?”
 
Michael shivered, completely speechless as the sensation took him over. He let
go of Geoff and gripped the sheets for dear life and pulled at them until they
were peeling off of the mattress. Every time Geoff pushed inward, it would hit
a sweet spot that made the vampire see stars and whimper happily. He closed his
eyes, trying to reach down to play with his aching cock for relief, but Geoff
got a quick hold on his wrist.
 
“Don’t you dare,” Geoff warned lovingly. He pressed himself harshly against
Michael, tightening his grip. “Just a little bit longer while I wreck you.”
 
Michael felt as if he were on fire and he snarled as he dug his head further
into the mattress, trying to arch his neck and spine. “A-Alpha – please! I
fucking – ugh,” he puffed, trying to thrust upward against Geoff’s body, but
there seemed to be no leverage.
 
Geoff loved this; he purred and finally leaned back, letting go of Michael’s
shoulders and onto his hips, continuing to ram into him. “Now don’t get any
ideas. I want to have a little more fun before I watch you cum again.”
 
Michael whimpered, but nodded, still straining against the mattress.  He felt
warm slick staining the sheets and sticking to his tail bone and he groaned,
feeling hot, bothered, and uncomfortable. “Geoff, fuck, I-I gotta…” He reached
down, his hand desperately circling around his cock to give it some pleasing
tugs. He gave a shrill noise and before Geoff could even protest of Michael’s
disobedience, the vampire was spilling over yet again, spraying thin seed over
his belly and hand. He mewled shamefully, but the release made him seize in
ecstasy. He shuttered out a fragment of Geoff’s name while his eyes rolled back
and he grew numb, limbs lifeless.  The demon’s eyes were aflame and he licked
his fangs in lust as he saw the Omega writhe on his cock.
 
“You disobedient thing. Deliberately defying me when I trusted you.” Geoff
leaned forward and kissed Michael, now leisurely fucking into him. He rode
across Michael’s languid body, giving soft praises to his tight hole. Slick
gushed around his cock, making his thighs tremble with each slow thrust. “God,
you feel so good. Your hole is so ripe, a fucking beautiful heat to ride.” He
hissed; Michael clenched tightly around him. “Better stop. I’m gonna pop my
knot if you keep d-doing that.”
 
“What do you think I want?” Michael whined, licked the sweat off of his lower
lip. Copper curls tightened and became damp on his brow from the thick sweat.
He bounced back against Geoff’s cock, whining needily. He spread his cheeks,
moaning breathlessly as Geoff pushed deeper. “Oh, fuck, come on!”
 
Geoff sneered, but held back. He would never admit it, but there was a sense of
guilt. There was part of him that knew that Ryan would absolutely kill him when
he found out that he took Michael during his heat, let alone actually have the
audacity to knot him. As much as he wanted it, he didn’t want to actually be
resented by Ryan for the rest of his life.
 
“Don’t worry, little bitch,” the demon huffed. Grabbing a firm hold of
Michael’s hips. He began to push in again, slow but steady and he loved how
Michael groaned so helplessly against the leisurely speed. He still held back,
but Michael was driving him absolutely crazy with his wet hole and thirsty
moans.
 
“Alpha, fuck me,” Michael pleaded, shaking his hips. “Damn it, I need your fat
knot – I-I can take it, I know I can.”
 
Geoff tried to control himself, but it was no use. Michael’s coaxing in his
sweet, precious voice made him break. His movements suddenly grew sharp and
harsh and he fucked into Michael as fast as he could. He gave a roar, grabbing
onto Michael’s cheeks, squeezing until they turned a bright red and breaking
skin. He even gave a harsh slap to send the vampire screaming for more.
 
“Fuck! Yes!” Michael whimpered. There were tears budding in his eyes as he
licked his lips. Small stings of pain only made everything much more intense
and he loved it all. He strained, holding his breath as Geoff pounded into him.
He felt his rim burn from the buildup and he was anticipating the demon’s knot
to inflate. “Com-come on, Geoff. I want it.”
 
“I know you do,” Geoff huffed and bit on his tongue to the point that it would
bleed.
 
But…I can’t. Fuck.
 
Geoff hated himself. He hated himself more than he hated Ryan because a second
later, he pulled out of Michael and gasp at the shock of cool air that touched
at his slick cock. The Omega whined, clenching against the air, wishing that
the Alpha’s cock would slide back inside, but it didn’t. Michael felt lips
against his own, but it did not comfort him. He never felt so empty and
unsatisfied in his entire life. His breath grew erratic and he whined out of
loss.
 
“W-why?”
 
Geoff grabbed his hand and pulled it down until Michael’s hand touched at his
swelling knot. The Omega               touched all over, wrapping his hand
around Geoff’s thick cock. He reached downward, feeling the span of his hand
widen as he traced it down over the demon’s growing knot.
 
He was disappointed.
 
“I-It’s huge,” Michael sniffled and he felt the Alpha rumble proudly. He
thanked Michael and sighed. The Omega felt warmth drench his leg. He tried to
help by rubbing his hand all over Geoff’s knot. He felt it spasm and he crossed
his legs, only dreamingabout it inside of him and what it would feel like. He
imagined him clenching down on it, not wanting it to slip out and waste a
single drop of that precious seed. He would be taken and all of Geoff’s – the
dream that he’s always ached for “Why? Why did you take it out?”
 
“Because…” Geoff panted a sigh and left a kiss on Michael’s cheek. “Ryan.”
 
Michael gave a pathetic noise of defeat. Negative emotions from his
overwhelmingly discontent heat flow over him and he gave an embarrassing
sounding sob as he buried his face into Geoff’s chest. He felt angry, almost
and he bit down on his tongue to hold back any mean or hateful remarks of why
Geoff didn’t just go ahead and be the Alpha that he so desperately craved and
knot him. He felt like he wasn’t good enough – not worthy to hang off of
Geoff’s fat and full knot.
 
It’s meant for other Omegas. Michael crunched his inner lip.
 
“I’m sorry.”
 
“Don’t be. I was being selfish.” Michael’s tone was flat and monotonous. He
tried to turn away from the demon to get away from him, but Geoff’s hold was
strong. “Please, let go of me.”
 
“Why the fuck should I?” the Alpha held a voice of light laughter, as if this
whole thing was a joke. “Are you mad at me?” When Michael didn’t answer,
Geoff’s smile melted away. “Wait, are you serious? Omega?”
 
“I’m upset,” Michael cried, wiping away leaky tears with the outside of his
wrist. “You didn’t –”
 
“Michael, this was our first time,” Geoff pursed his lips. “And you’re in heat,
so I understand why you would be upset, but…I didn’t want to knot you because
–”
 
“I’m not good enough?” Michael was growling now. He threw his hands up in the
air to try and grab for something to hold to so he can get away from Geoff, but
it was futile. Geoff tightened his grip.
 
“What?! Why do you think that? Just because I didn’t knot you?” Geoff sounded
offended, looking at Michael in shock. “That isn’t true…I want to save it for
when Ryan is okay with us being together.”
 
The Omega cooed sadly and tried to understand as he let Geoff hold him. The
warmth of the Alpha’s seed made his skin shiver as it dripped down against the
outside of his thighs. He felt like one of those girls on the internet that
just had a good round of sex and now basking in the warmth and afterglow.
 
“Thank you…” Michael said softly, the words getting to him and making his head
swim. “I can’t believe you actually want my Alpha’s blessing.”
 
“I want to be your Alpha when this is all said and done with,” Geoff growled
possessively, but knowing fully that he would never get that same title that
Ryan had with Michael. “But yeah, I actually don’t want him to hate me. You
know how he is. He’d probably kill me in my sleep. Shit, he probably might kill
me anyway,” Geoff grumbled and picked himself up. He looked over Michael,
seeing his body striped with seed. He bared his fangs, proudly looked over
Michael on display for him, covered in his cream. “Man, if only he could see
you now.”
 
Michael snickered and smiled at the demon. He still felt heavy with hormones
and coated with heat, but for the moment, the wave was relieved. “Thank you,”
the Omega repeated.
 
“Of course,” Geoff rumbled deeply and leaned in for a kiss. “Let me go run you
a hot bath.”
 
 
                                      ~*~
                                        
                                        
When Gavin opened the door to Ryan’s apartment, Michael could smell his Alpha’s
anger radiating from every particle of the air. The wendigo had his head low
and his eyes were dropped to the ground.
 
“Please, come in,” he said softly.
 
Geoff snarled. Ryan’s raging scent got to him and he held Michael’ close. His
eyes glowed, daring for Ryan to get close to his heated mate with that kind of
anger coming off of him. “Where is he?”
 
“Please, just come in. Ryan needs to talk – ” Gavin was cut short by Ray
grabbing a hold of his hand.
 
“We’re leaving. This is your shit you have to deal with. Not mine, not Gavin’s.
Come on.” The werewolf staggered off with the wendigo. No goodbyes were said
from the other Omegas except for the slightest bit of shimmery eyes that came
from Gavin who looked back at his boi before finally turning away.
 
When Michael turned back, he nearly jumped. In front of his eyes was a
distraught Ryan leaning against the door and looking at Geoff with eyes full of
fury. They were watery and red, obviously exhausted from previous crying. Geoff
growled softly, still keeping Michael close. He made sure his fangs were
showing, an instinct to keep Ryan to stay away and not try anything.
 
“May we come in?”
 
“Of course,” Ryan said with a broken voice. He looked at Michael and his
fingers curled tightly. The Omega could see that his fangs pressed harshly
against his bottom lip. He hung his head low in shame, not wanting to even be
near Ryan. He could smell just how sad and hurt his Head Vampire was. “Please,
stop trying to be the top Alpha and put your teeth away. You’ve already pissed
me off. I dare you to just try and act tough. I’d love to show Michael how his
true Alpha is when he’s angry,” the Head vampire spat the demon.
 
“We’ll see,” Geoff responded. “Sorry for helping your Omega after your goody-
two-shoes couldn’t do it, yourself.”
 
Michael wished that his ability as a vampire was to disappear.
 
 
                                      ~*~
 
 
 
Michael cried. He laid on his bed, sleeves and pillow soaked from his tears. He
couldn’t believe all of those things Ryan said about him, aboutGeoff too. He
felt awful – the absolutely sorriest Omega that ever lived on the face of this
world.
 
The angry shouting words still rang deep in Michael’s ears and he trembled
against the sheets. His fingers curled around the soft sheets until he heard a
small pop of the fabric, threatening to be torn open if he were to continue. He
sniffled and held back a sob so that his neighbors wouldn’t hear his cries
through the thin, thin walls. He bit his lip to keep silent, purposely pinning
the flesh against his small, sharp fangs until he tasted the tang of blood.
 
“How dare you, you fucking – I can’t even find a proper word to call you.
You’re an evil asshole taking control of my Omega like you did! I can’t even
stand to look at you. I quit. I’m done. And you, Michael…you should have just
spat at my face. At least I would still have a bit of respect left.”
 
“What a pissbaby bitch. Go ahead, fucking idiot! Quit and see if I care! You’re
just a salty bitch because I got to feel what your virgin Omega felt like,
something that you would never know!”
 
Michael still blushed from that heated statement. That moment embarrassed him
and he was still left completely speechless at the fact that Geoff would even
say something like that. It felt degrading and unloving. Michael was trying to
think of excuses of why Geoff would ever say something like that. Two Alphas
fighting, testosterone and Alpha scents colliding, plus lots of anger would
equal a statement equivalent to a pissing contest. Perhaps that was it, but it
still dug at Michael’s heart.
 
He sniffled as another hot stream of tears flooded his eyes and rolled down his
cheeks. He didn’t bother wiping his eyes anymore, there was no point. His eyes
were itchy and bloodshot, irritated from all of the tears and rubbing and just
added to the misery. They stung with every blink that he took and burned when
he rolled them from side to side. He still felt groggy from the afterglow of
his heat, but most of it subsided while with Geoff. He was thankful for the
demon taking care of him; not only was he thankful, he was honored. It was a
literal dream come true and he should be happy with what he and Geoff did.
Geoff actually showed signs of a humble, respectful Alpha, refusing to knot him
even when he begged for it.
 
Ryan didn’t see it as that, though. All Michael could think about was how badly
he broke Ryan’s heart with what he and Geoff did. Instead of being a happy,
blissed out Omega come down from a pleasant heat arch, he was sad and full of
turmoil. His hormones were so out of whack and his emotions were unstable. He
didn’t want to do anything except lay in his bed and cry. He messaged Burnie,
calling out of work due to feeling a fever catch on after his heat.
 
Burnie – bless that human’s heart – was so concerned, offering that he and Joel
show up with some soup and medicine. He insisted on getting Michael some
groceries, supplements, and vitamins after such a heavy first wave. He was very
worried about the Omega being alone during his first arch. Michael kindly
refused, but thanked Burnie for his offer. He said that if he really needed
anything, he would let him know.
 
In the midst of the darkness and silence, Michael’s phone began to vibrate with
the screen blasting out the bright light and showing his screen saver of Mogar
fanart. Michael squinted his eyes to try to see what the blurry name that was
displayed on his phone but finally gave up and reached for his glasses. He had
half a mind to just hang up on the whoever was calling him and turn his phone
off, but as he put his glasses on, he catched a glimpse of bright, white
letters spelling out “Burnie”. He groaned, knowing there was no way out of this
one. If he didn’t answer, Burnie was going to come over.
 
“Hello?” Michael asked with a voice so faded and scratchy, it even surprised
him.
 
“You sound terrible.”
 
“You know, thanks. I’ve been practicing trying to sing Chandelier and let me
tell you, it just ain’t happening,” Michael struggled to say as he laid back on
the bed. He looked up into the void of the ceiling, only being able to see it
because of the stray lights outside that shined through his window and past his
curtains. He felt the glow of pride subtly wash through him when he heard the
human give a slight laugh on the other line.
 
“Keep trying. You’ll get there. Seriously, though, the reason why I called is
because Geoff told me what happened today. About Ryan resigning?”
 
Michael’s heart dropped and his mind put the whole ordeal on playback and
remembering how angrily Ryan said those words. Never in his entire life did he
think that Ryan would quit a job that both he and Michael worked at. They loved
being a part of Rooster Teeth and Achievement Hunter and it tore away at the
Omega to know that it would be his fault for quitting.
 
“Look, Michael,” he heard Burnie sigh. “As you probably know, I’m not allowing
Ryan to quit, not Rooster Teeth I mean. If he wants to be gone from Achievement
Hunters, that’s fine because then he’ll be away from Geoff. But, I’m calling
his bluff.”
 
“You sound so…angry,” Michael spoke softly. Angry wasn’t the right word, but he
couldn’t think of it on the top of his head. Only rarely did he hear Burnie
talk like this. He only heard this tone of seriousness whenever he was with
Matt and they had to let someone go or let someone off with a warning, not when
he was talking on the phone.
 
“I’m not angry. I’m concerned. One because you’re still fucking alone and
having to go through this shit and two, I know how much Ryan cares for you,
Michael. You should too. That’s why I want you to talk to him and get this
whole mess straightened up. It isn’t healthy for the company, but most
important, it isn’t healthy for you. You’ve finally bloomed into an Omega and
you need Ryan as much as you can get. He needs to be there for you and Geoff
needs to pick up his sorry ass and be with you too.”
 
Michael sniffled because Burnie was right. He covered his mouth to try and an
obvious, ugly sob.
 
“Michael…it’s okay.”
 
“I’ll talk to Ryan,” Michael said very slowly. He took deep breaths to keep his
composure and wiped his face of his tears for one last time. He sat up on his
bed and stretched his arms to limber up his joints. He felt weak, both
physically and mentally. He was so exhausted that he could barely keep his eyes
opened let alone have enough energy to move around. “I’ll call him tomorrow.”
 
“Promise me, Michael?”
 
“Yeah, yeah,” the vampire answered and licked his teeth. He sat up, bones
creaking and joints popping slightly from the sudden movements. “I appreciate
your concern, Burnie. I can’t tell you how much –”
 
“I want you to be okay. All of you.”
 
With another thanks, Michael hung up the phone and sighed, wrapping his arm
around his face to wipe off the last of his tears. He looked at his phone and
caught the time. It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet and yet he was tempted to lay
down and fall asleep. Everything fell to silence once again with only slight
interruptions of sirens of firetrucks or ambulances droning in the background
or car alarms going off before the owner tend to it. The vampire yawned and
closed his eyes, deciding that brushing his fangs could wait. Tomorrow, he was
going to dedicate the morning to himself. Perhaps he would even call Geoff
after the demon was done with work.
 
He drifted in and out of sleep and warmth took over him. Just as he got
comfortable and settled into sleep, there was a knocking noise. It happened
three times, waking Michael completely up to where he was aware of his
surroundings once more. He laid there, eyes wide opened and he stared blankly
at the wall in front of him. He waited until there was now three loud bangs
against the door.
 
“Michael! Please, open up.”
 
Michael bit his lip to where he budded up blood. It was the Head Vampire. He
sounded worried; his voice cracked when he spoke. At first, Michael did nothing
except blink his eyes for a couple of times to remind himself that he was in
reality.
 
“Michael? Omega?” Ryan asked. “I know you’re in there. I can hear your
thoughts.”
 
Dammit. Michael bit his lip even harder and there was a snap of Ryan’s voice at
the door.
 
“Stop that!” he shouted, knowing exactly what Michael was doing. “Michael,
please,” he said in a much calmer voice. “I want to see you. I want to be able
to hold you.” There was a long bit of silence and Michael held his breath. He
knew he should let Ryan in; how could he ever hate or disobey his Alpha?
 
Michael stood up from his bed and slowly walked to the door. He opened it and
saw Ryan’s lean stature in the door. He was clocked with a dark raincoat with
the hood pulled up, even though it wasn’t raining outside. There was a crisp
incoming Spring breeze that scraped over Michael as flooded his apartment and
although warm, it brought chills down Michael’s spine. At first, he didn’t
catch Ryan’s eyes because he only stared at his feet and legs. Ryan wore his
Diet Coke converse, dirty and worn. His wore a dark pair of jeans that
conformed to his thighs – a new pair that Gavin bought him earlier.
 
“Michael,” Ryan spoke first. His break was shaky, nervous of how the Omega was
going to react. “I don’t want us to be like this. I’ve never been so angry with
you and I don’t want to be. But I also want you to understand that you actually
hurt me.”
 
Michael clenched his fingers against the door, tempting to actually shut it,
but he refrained. He waited in silence for a second or so, waiting to Ryan to
continue.
 
“I…I wanted to be the one to help you in your heat arch,” Ryan confessed and
bit his lip hard. “I wanted to be your proper Alpha and care for you while you
were under those conditions. I promised myself I wouldn’t let anyone take
advantage of you and yet…” his voice broke and his eyes traced downward to his
feet. There was a distant glow in his eyes, a slight gray and bluish haze that
stood out to Michael so much so that he whimpered weakly. He felt terrible from
Ryan’s confession. He was shaking and he ran his tongue over the raw, sore spot
on his lip. He felt the need to connect to his Alpha, a deep void that needed
to be filled that could only be provided by Ryan.
 
“I’m sorry,” Michael finished him off in a broken whisper. He backed away from
the door to give room to let Ryan in. The Head vampire hesitated before
complying and stepping into the apartment.
 
It was small and dark. It had been a long while since he had been inside of
Michael’s apartment. Everything was mushed together with the kitchen and the
living room sharing the same room. The bedroom was in another room, but it was
tiny and cramped, almost like a closet. The apartment was dark and absolutely
no lights were on at all causing Ryan to almost stumble on his feet from not
being able to see.
 
“Were you serious about quitting?” Michael’s voice asked in the darkness. Ryan
struggled to see the Omega, but he eventually could make out the fact that
Michael was looking at him with big, desperate orbs. Ryan could sense the
turmoil; Michael’s thoughts were frantic and jumbled up in a panic state. Ryan
breathed deep and took off his jacket, tossing it onto a chair. Michael’s scent
of strong peaches eased him and although the anger of the affair with the Geoff
still lingered, it no longer took control. Ryan had to hold himself back from
just jumping at Michael and holding him into a tight embrace. The Omega was
lathered in not only his fruity scent, but there was the mixture of Geoff’s
strawberry aroma as well. A flash of jealousy struck Ryan and he held back a
low growl.
 
“I didn’t mean to be so abrupt.”
 
“But were you serious?” Michael gulped down what seemed like a glass shard.
 
“N-no. You know I would never quit, Michael,” Ryan sighed. “I was just so
angry. I felt so…weak. And I didn’t know what else to say. I just had to get
away, just for a bit. After you guys left, I did too. I wouldn’t even answer my
mate’s calls.”
 
Michael shifted around on his feet, not being able to hold still from the
amount of guilt that he was feeling. “I’m sorry,” he said once again. “I-I…I
was a shithead, Ryan. A pure asshole.”
 
Ryan didn’t say anything and the Omega felt his heart sink. He was so close to
getting on his knees and start sobbing.
 
“A-Alpha…”
 
“Did he knot you?” Ryan sounded frantic, his eyes scanning to find his mental
answer faster than his verbal. “Did he?” He came close and Michael backed into
a wall, almost hitting his head.
 
“No!”
 
“Are you lying to me? Do I have to inspect you?” The Alpha held a high stance
over Michael, biting his lip out of nervousness. His heart was beating, no
longer being able to control his feelings.
 
“Ryan!” Michael barked. “I’m not lying to you! Can’t you tell from my mind or
something that I’m telling the truth?”
 
The Head vampire huffed, eyes darting down. “I don’t mean to be so…” he
couldn’t find the word and left the sentence alone. “I don’t know how to feel.
You were ripped away from me in your moment of extreme vulnerability and were
used. And I wasn’t there! I feel like a failure!” There was an aching sob in
his voice and it was obvious that he was trying not lose himself in the midst
of emotions. “It tears me apart to know he had you and not me!”
 
Silence fell over them both with exception of a sharp BANG that came from the
wall next door – a warning from the neighbors that Michael and Ryan were too
loud. Ryan instantly cupped his hands to his face and inhaled deeply, losing
the composure that he was so badly trying to keep. Michael whimpered, head
hanging low from shame. He never seen Ryan so passionately upset, nor did he
ever hear Ryan say something like that aloud. They were Alpha and Omega, but
not mates.
 
“You…wanted me?”
 
“I wanted to be there and be the one to help you ride out your heat properly,”
Ryan clarified. “I can only imagine, and read in your mind, how needy and
helpless you were during all of that. I can even smell it off of you now. I can
imagine those lidded eyes drunk with hormones and heat and your mind just fried
and wanting his…” he cut himself off, not wanting to finish.
 
Michael didn’t know what to say. Instead, he started to cry. Ryan muttered and
sighed, coming closer to the Omega before finally grabbing a hold of Michael’s
shoulder. The touch was firm, but not harsh. It was strong enough so that
Michael couldn’t rip out of his grasp.
 
“Omega…it’s okay.”
 
“It isn’t,” Michael whimpered. “I went behind your back and let Geoff have me.”
 
The pads of Ryan’s fingers deepened into Michael’s skin. “But…you wanted him.
You only did what your instincts asked of you.” He pulled the younger vampire
in for a strong hug, wrapping his arms tight around Michael’s smaller frame.
“And I can’t blame that. You’re all grown up now, Michael. You’ve finally
sprouted. You’ve become that beautiful Omega that I always knew you were…”
 
“But I’m not happy,” Michael struggled to contain his disappointment and meekly
wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist.
 
“Please, Michael – ”
 
Michael tore himself away from Ryan and growled. “Don’t try to make this as if
it’s okay, but it isn’t! You even said so yourself; I went behind your back and
went to Geoff instead of you!”
 
“But Michael…It’s okay. It’ll be okay. You weren’t hurt...And the peak of your
heat was taking care of and in…very familiar hands.” Ryan tried to come close
again, but it was no use. Michael walked away from him and started to head to
his bedroom. “Michael! Come back here!”
 
“No. I’m not a suitable Omega for you. I’m just a fucking slut. I was so ready
to have Geoff and my heat, I couldn’t fucking resist bending over and grabbing
my knees for him.”
 
Ryan snatch Michael’s arm, careful of his strength, but hard enough to make the
Omega shut up. The Omega nearly snapped and backlashed, biting at the air and
almost catching Ryan’s shoulder if it weren’t for Ryan moving back in time.
 
“Get away!”
 
“Michael, you’re still in heat. Your arch is making your hormones go wild and
you’re getting emotional.” Ryan
 
“Sure, blame my hormones. As if I’m some girl starting her – ”
 
Ryan took control of Michael with both hands, pulling him close again until
their lips collided. Michael was shocked at first, but quickly calmed, closing
his eyes and allowing Ryan to hold and kiss him. Ryan’s tongue slid against the
petals of his lips and Michael was quick to start purring. He could hear the
Alpha’s soothing voice roll through his head, assuring him that everything was
okay. Ryan ran his fingers through the thick curls of Michael’s hair, stroking
his head.
 
It really is okay. It will be at least. We will get through this together.
 
They parted and Michael buried his face into the crevice of Ryan’s shoulder and
neck, inhaling deeply. Alpha. It was that spicy scent of cinnamon. It smelled
safe and familiar, bringing him back to those fond memories of when it was just
him and Ryan when he was a kid. He hugged Ryan closer and kissed into his neck.
Ryan began to lead him to the bedroom, laying Michael on the bed and crawling
beside of him. There was barely any room that the tiny bed served, but it was
good enough to prevent Ryan from falling off. The Omega tried to get
comfortable, curling into Ryan’s side.
 
“You charmed me, asshole.”
 
“Don’t hate me. You nearly bit me with those tiny teeth. You should thank me
for calming you down. I was afraid that you were going to hurt yourself from
how angry and energized you were getting.” He brushed some of Michael’s curly
bangs from in front of his eyes. “Don’t worry. You’ll be able to control your
emotions while your cycles become regulated.”
 
Michael snuggled into his side, taking refuge in Ryan’s scent and warmth. He
felt fuzzy, not knowing if it was just the aftermath of Ryan’s quick charm or
if his heat was still in effect. Geoff told him that he didn’t know much about
vampire heats, but most Omegas have an average of a three day heat (most of
which can be very painful without a suitable Alpha around). He clung to Ryan’s
arm and dipped his head against Ryan’s neck, giving a quick, small lick. A
burst of cinnamon soaked his tongue and he mewed happily.
 
The Head vampire gave a low rumble, nuzzling his cheek against the top of
Michael’s head. “You smell wonderful, my Omega. You’re in the thick of your
heat still even though the symptoms have worn down for now. I’m going to go out
and buy you all of the necessary items for you to go through this heat as
comfortably as you can. You can never have too much scent neutralizing shampoo
and body wash. I don’t even want to think about how the Alphas back in the
office will react with your scent everywhere slapped in with Geoff’s musk.”
 
“I actually called off work tomorrow for a sick day. Burnie already knows,”
Michael yawned. “Sort of…an emotional night.”
 
“You and me both,” Ryan chuckled. He scooted Michael closer until he was full
seated against his side, head resting against his collar bone. “I’m still going
to have to talk to Geoff. Make sure that he is going to treat my Omega
properly.”
 
Michael’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “The whole Daddy talking to the boyfriend
move?” He giggled and pawed at Ryan’s chest. “No, seriously. You mean it?
You’ll allow me to be with Geoff?”
 
“He and I are going to have a long talk that will hopefully not end in a fight
over him taking advantage of you like he did,” Ryan huffed. “I’ll wait until
your heat is over. It’s a good thing I called in sick tomorrow too. Thank you
for reminding me to tell Burnie.”
 
Michael snuggled sleepily and closed his eyes. “Burnie was worried that you
were really going to quit. He asked me to talk to you to make sure you weren’t
going to leave.”
 
“Yeah?”
 
“Yeah,” the Omega tittered. “I’m glad you aren’t actually going to leave. I
don’t know what I would do if you did.”
 
“Luckily you won’t have to worry about that,” Ryan stated, feeling a yawn
coming on. He gave Michael a quick kiss on the top of his head and rubbed at
his shoulders. “Good night, Omega. I’ll cook you up some breakfast in the
morning.”
 
Michael smiled. “Goodnight, Alpha.” He scootched the blankets up and over the
both of them. “And thank you. For everything.”
 
But Ryan was already asleep.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Michael’s alarm on his phone went off at the exact same time that Ryan’s did.
Both of them forgot to turn off their alarms for the sick day and they gave
scattered groans trying to reach into their pockets to shut the blaring noises
off. Michael heard tapping from Ryan’s keyboard, frantically texting Burnie
about his “sick day” off.
 
“You fell asleep quickly,” Michael noted, not opening his eyes. His glasses
were still on his face pressing uncomfortably against the arch of his ears.
“Aren’t Gavin and Ray worried about where you are?”
 
“They know where I am. I told them to not worry about me.”
 
“I know how they are and you should too. Gavin acts so cool but he’s always
worried about the off chance that the world is going to implode. And Ray –”
 
“I know. I have been dealing with enough. I don’t want them to worry, but I
know it’s inevitable. I just hope that work will take it off of their minds.”
Ryan breathed deeply and started to dabble at his phone some more. He shifted
his weight, acting as if he were about to get up, but Michael kept a firm grip
on him.
 
“No, don’t,” the Omega pleaded. “Stay here. We don’t have to go anywhere or do
anything today if we don’t want to.”
 
Ryan laughed. “One second you’re worried about my mates wondering where I am,
the next you don’t want me to leave. Make up your mind! Plus, that breakfast
isn’t going to cook itself, you know?”
 
Michael didn’t say a word and still kept his hold on Ryan, pinning him down to
where his back was flat against the bed. He leaned in close, his nose touching
the soft, hot skin of the Alpha’s neck. Sleep allowed for Ryan’s body to be so
warm and saturated with his familiar, nostalgic musk that Michael couldn’t help
himself but lick. The sudden feel of a warm, wet tongue took the Alpha off
guard and he flinched.
 
“Michael,” he laughed playfully when Michael took a couple of small licks, but
the laughter faded when the movements got deeper and longing. “M-Michael…” He
gave an embarrassing blush. The Omega’s tongue swiping across his skin was
exciting him in all of the worse ways. It reminded of him of when they were
both younger and every small movement that Michael did would turn him on like a
perverted imp.
 
Back then, it was almost from anything that Michael did. Now, it was purposeful
and Ryan didn’t know how to handle it. He was tempted to move away, only to
respect Michael especially since he was still in heat, but before he could the
Omega growled and nipped at his neck. He caught the scent gland that was so
sensitive and tender and Ryan barked. His arms flailed around Michael, not
knowing whether to push him away out of shock and embarrassment that his Omega
would make such a bold move, or pull him closer so he could do it more.
 
The Head Vampire chose the latter. He allowed Michael to nibble and lick at his
neck with tiny, pinpoint teeth. He closed his eyes and relaxed into it. It was
the morning and this would probably be the thickest symptoms of Michael’s heat
for the day. He needed relief and so Ryan permitted it. He purred heavily,
rubbing at Michael’s shoulders, dreaming of doing the same to him. He wanted to
lick at Michael’s neck, making him purr like a kitten with how comfortable he
would be. He tried to keep this thoughts as innocent as possible, ridding the
idea of his tongue happily falling down Michael’s body and landing towards his
sweet, ripe hole that was glistening with slick from his heat.
 
He couldn’t help himself.
 
Ryan bit at the insides of his lip, thinking of how Michael would taste against
his tongue. Only he could tame Michael’s terribly uncomfortable heat and
provide him with the proper relief. He knew what made his Omega go wild and how
to calm him to sleep. The Head vampire gave a stifled groan and thought of
pushing back the plush of the Omega’s cheeks apart, exposing that twitching,
pink hole. He imagined Michael’s slick being as sweet as sugar, spoiling his
tongue with every lap he took and intoxicating him to the point that he
couldn’t speak.
 
And then, he gasped. His eyes grew wide as he felt the pain of needles stabbing
into his flesh and keeping their hold. A gush of warmth seeped around his neck
and he suddenly felt cold.
 
“M-Michael…” he gasped and curled his toes tightly. His Omega bit him and began
to suck on his neck to draw out blood. Ryan twitched, feeling his cock fatten
up. Ryan blushed and tried to pull away, knowing that Michael didn’t know what
he was doing.
 
“O-Omega,” he snarled. “You teasing thing, treating me like this. You don’t
know what you’re doing to me.”
 
Michael hummed against his neck and let go. He licked at the wound that seeped
with thick globs of dark red blood and purred in satisfaction of what he did.
Ryan’s blooded tasted salty sweet and the Omega adored it. He kissed all over
the Alpha’s neck, peppering little marks of bloody lips over the creamy pale
skin.
 
“I’m sorry,” he cooed. “I couldn’t help myself. It felt right.”
 
“I know,” Ryan huffed and placed an open palm over his hardness to cover it up.
He grew worried; he was sure Michael could smell how aroused he was and didn’t
want the Omega to grow needy and frantic. He got up from the bed, stretched out
his arms, and headed towards the door. “I’m going to make you breakfast. If I
need to, I’ll get groceries for you. It’s important that you eat healthy meals
while you’re in heat.”
 
“You’re such a worry wart,” Michael scoffed playfully. He snuggled against the
pillow once again and yawned. “I love you, Ryan. This is going to be the best
sick day ever.”
 
Ryan gave a shallow nod and closed the door. He begged for a cold shower.
 
End Notes
     THIS VERSION OF ACHIEVEMENT HUNTER MONSTERS WAS CREATED BY BOTH ME
     AND MY BEST FRIEND Gina~ PLEASE, visit her tumblr page; she is such
     an amazing person.
     Together, we created this AU, but in my opinion, most of this credit
     should go to her.
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