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“Stay in the water where it’s warm.” Wade eased the Omega off his lap and back into the water, erasing Peter’s protest with a quick kiss. “I’m gonna lay some blankets out, get everything ready for us, okay? You stay here, stay real soft and I’ll come get you in a minute.”
Peter desperately wanted to be sassy right then, wanted to snark something about getting to be lazy while Wade did all the work, or tell the Alpha to move slowly so he had plenty of time to ogle, but for the life of him, he couldn’t manage much more than a breathless, “Yes, Alpha.”
“Damn it, you’re sweet.” Wade came back for another kiss, wound his fingers into wet hair and let his fangs prick at his mate’s bottom lip. “You’re so sweet like this Pete, thank you.”
The Omega only nodded, eyes wide and heart pounding as he watched his Alpha step from the tub and pat carelessly dry with one of their towels. Wade was gorgeous, all bold muscles and rough skin and hard lines and Peter was suddenly parched, suddenly starving, itching to get his hands on his mate.
“Settle.” Wade’s voice dropped to a rumble and Peter about bit through his tongue trying to stop his whine. “Just a minute, Omega. Wanna make sure everything is perfect for you.”
Freshly laundered and finally dry blankets were pulled from the line and laid out over the bear skin rug in front of the fire, pillows grabbed from the bed and scattered around the floor. The Alpha made sure the door was barred, pulled the curtains over the windows and even pushed the table and chairs back out of the glow of firelight so the cabin seemed to narrow down to just them and their space on the floor.
“Come here.” Peter had never weighed much, but after being sick he weighed hardly anything at all and Wade was gentle, so gentle lifting the Omega from the tub and helping him stand on the floor. He was was gentle, so gentle as he took a towel and ran it over Peter’s thick hair and down lean shoulders, over the flat planes of his mate’s stomach and around to the rise and curve of Peter’s rear.
“My mate.” Peter sighed shakily when the Alpha dropped to his knees right there on the floor, held onto Wade’s shoulders for balance as his mate dried down his legs and to his feet and when Wade tipped his head back and looked up at him, Peter murmured, “Didn’t realize seeing you on your knees would be so incredible.”
“Incredible, huh?” Wade tossed the towel away and ran possessive, knowing hands up the back of Peter’s legs to his ass and up around the narrow waist. “You should see my view.”
The Omega flushed pretty pink and the Alpha crooned in response, then leaned in to bury his nose in the vee of Peter’s hips. His mate gasped out loud over the scrape of fangs on sensitive skin and Wade dragged his tongue through the sparse hair at the base of his mate’s cock, breathing in deep until he could scent pure Omega beneath the lavender soap.
“Ohhhh-h-h-Alpha.” Peter squeezed at Wade’s shoulder until the Alpha had no choice but to back away a little bit. “I love– well I mean I um– we should–” Wade raised his eyebrows and Peter’s blush got darker. “Well I love you, first of all. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Wade left another open mouth kiss on the Omega’s hip.
“And second of all, you on your knees like this is just about killing me.” Peter squeaked when Wade’s fingers dipped lower between his thighs. “But um I really need to–” Peter made a helpless, vague sort of gesture towards the blankets. “I don’t want you to ever stop touching me but I also feel like if I don’t do a little nesting right now I might actually freak out so–”
To his credit, the Alpha didn’t laugh at all despite the near hilarity of his wacky mate putting a stop to sex because he needed to nest. Nesting was a bonding instinct, the sort of thing Omega’s did before inviting an Alpha into their home, into their body and soul and heart. It was Peter trying to create a place just for the two of them, trying to carve out a quiet sanctuary that was only theirs, somewhere safe and soft and scenting like mates and trust and love.
So no, Wade didn’t laugh at all. Instead, he let his eyes darken red until Peter’s mouth fell open in a wordless pant, and he rumbled and crooned at the Omega until Peter dropped to his knees and crushed their mouths together and only once the Omega was whining into the kiss and letting his fingers trail rather downward did the Alpha pull away.
“Nest, sweetheart.” he said simply, cupping Peter’s jaw and smoothing away tiny lines of distress from the corner of Peter’s mouth. “Whatever you need to do. I can wait.”
“I love you.” Peter breathed, then pushed back from the Alpha and got to work right away reorganizing the blankets and pillows Wade settled in to watch and wait, fully content knowing there had never been anything as precious as his Omega nesting in their home.
Just fucking gorgeous.
Peter couldn’t help the instinct to rumple up the blankets and arrange them in a rough circle just like he couldn’t help the instinct to go back to the bed for more pillows. He was well aware of his Alpha’s gaze the entire time, the way Wade didn’t look away once and that the smile on the Alpha’s lips was equal parts amused and pleased as hell.
The Omega glanced over only once to smile at his mate, and he eep!ed in surprise and delight when Wade automatically grinned at him, fangs flashing in the firelight.
“I need your clothes.” Peter said a tad sheepishly as he rummaged through the laundry for a few shirts that scented wholly Alpha and pushed them into the pile of blankets. He shoved at the quilts a little more until he could see the bear rug beneath and then asked, “Could you um– could you move the bath back? I don’t want to see anything but you, alright?Not tables and chairs or any furniture, not even the bath. Is that alright?”
The Alpha stood without a word, braced his hands on the side of the still full tub and shoved the entire thing back several feet, turning back to find his mate outright gaping at the show of strength. He tilted his head with a little smirk and Peter stammered, “F-fuck, I forget how strong you are sometimes. You should do more things like that so I can watch and you know… drool over it? More things like that, please?”
“How about I do things like this instead?” One arm was all it took to lift the Omega right off the floor, right off his feet and flush against Wade’s body and Peter hummed in excitement when he found himself a few inches off the ground, held effortlessly by his mate. “All done nesting, Pete?”
“All–all done nesting.”
“C’mere then.” Wade carried his little mate over to the middle of the nest and without letting go once, lowered Peter onto the bearskin rug. He followed immediately after, laying out on top of the Omega and pushing Peter’s hands up into the blankets so his mate was stretched out beneath him, on full display in the low light.
“Gorgeous.” the Alpha said approvingly and Peter went pink again as he whispered, “Hi, Alpha.”
“Hi.” Wade would have been lying if he said he wasn’t nervous all the sudden, practically quaking as he bent down to kiss his mate. It could have been the first time for all his heart was pounding, their very first kiss for the way he held his breath and tried to be tender.
“Mmmm my love.” Peter sighed into from the kiss, wound both arms round Wade’s neck and arched his back so their bodies rubbed together. “Kiss me again. I want more of you, I’ll never have enough.”
“I’ll never have enough of you either, Pete.” the Alpha dipped low to kiss his mate again– and again and again and again. “Not ever.”
For a long time they lay together and simply kissed, licking through open lips and moaning into welcome softness, tangling tongues and exploring deep for another taste, always always another taste. Two weeks was a long time to be apart because of sickness, it was a long time to worry and a long to think about all the what if’s and Wade could have spent forever silencing all those what if’s with his mate’s sweet mouth.
Peter ran his fingers in idle designs up and down his Alpha’s back as their lips met over and over, tracing the scars he already knew by memory, brushing a top the clearer skin with no intent other than to make Wade shiver in his arms, to make his love press closer and tighter so the last of the water droplets from the bath dried between their bodies and all they could feel was warm.
The Alpha scented like anticipation and it was heartbreakingly endearing, cedar and licorice almost tentative when Peter nuzzled at Wade’s pulse and closed his teeth over the steady heartbeat. Wade groaned something indecipherable between taking open mouth inhales of lavender and honeysuckle from the softest spot behind his mate’s ear and down along the hinge of Peter’s jaw, reveling in the unfiltered sweetness, in the absence of sick from his mate’s scent.
“Smell good, Pete.” he muttered and the Omega mmm’d in to his ear before finding his mouth again and sealing their lips together for a long time. “So so sweet, my Omega.”
“Touch me.” Peter lifted up into Wade’s body, rubbed his cock into the tense of his Alpha’s abs and moaned when Wade throbbed against his stomach in reply. “My mate. Please.”
“No rush baby boy, we’ve got all night.” Wade reminded him, slow and easy with those first touches, slow and easy with his fingers as he stroked up and down Peter’s length, slipped through the damp gathering at the tip and used it to ease his way. “I don’t wanna miss any of this, any of you.”
“It’s been two weeks.” Peter worked his hand south until he could circle his palm confidently around Wade, squeezing only enough to make the Alpha groan low in his throat. “Two weeks since I’ve had you, Alpha. We can hurry this time and go slow later. You won’t miss anything if we do this multiple times.”
Wade laughed under his breath when the Omega thrust up into his palm, then spread those long legs and wriggled invitingly. “Impatient.”
“Too slow.” Peter retorted, eyes soft and mouth even softer as it swept over Wade’s collarbone and across a particularly long scar at his shoulder. “Touch me.”
The Omega tossed his head back and cried out helplessly when Wade opened him around one finger. He was slick, wet shining clear on his thighs, pliant and open for his mate when a second finger joined almost immediately after.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Wade said through gritted teeth and Peter only canted his hips up and bore down on the digits until they slipped past that first resistance and deep into his body. “Fuck, Omega.”
“Yesssss….” Peter hissed out a breath but it turned into an exhilarated sort of giggle, pleasure already sparking behind his eyes and shocking through his veins, cock jumping against his stomach and dribbling a pool of bittersweet liquid at the hollow of his navel. “Oh oh oh my Alpha. Yes. More. More.”
“Beautiful.” Wade ran his thumb around the Omega’s stretched rim and hooked it just gently at the edge to open his mate a little more, crooked his fingers inside until he could feel for the raised pad that had Peter coming off the blankets with a startled yelp, then just as quickly shoving back onto his wrist for another.
“Missed you Pete, missed having you like this.” the Alpha could have stared at his mate all night, watched the lean body writhing on the blankets and rolling further onto his fingers. He could have watched for hours as Peter spread his legs and bent his knees so Wade would get deeper, grabbed at a pillow and then tossed it away to grab at him instead as heat built steadily in his core.
“That’s right baby, hold on to me.” Three fingers and Peter bit down into the meat of Wade’s shoulder, curled up into the Alpha’s body and nearly wept, lush and drenched and suffocating the Alpha with the scent of heady arousal as it pooled liquid in his center and dripped out around Wade’s hand to soak into the rug. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you–”
“I need you.” Raspy and gorgeous in Wade’s ear and when Peter pulled away his eyes were dilated to nearly black, wild and ravenous and if the Alpha didn’t know better, he’d think his mate was lost in heat for all Peter was slurring his words and so desperately trying to get more of Wade inside him. “My mate. I need you– you– not your fingers, not your mouth, I need you. Need your knot.”
“Pete–”
“I’m ready for you.” Peter was panting now, a steady purr broken by gasps for air. He was clutching at the blankets and arching his back, little bites at the Alpha’s neck turning sharper and sharper until he finally bit down hard and Wade instinctively snarled right back and shoved the Omega down against the blankets.
“Yes.” Not intimidated in the least, Peter only moaned, stretched, lay out long on the rug and turned his head to bare his neck, clearly showing off for his mate, clearly asking for his mate. “Growl at me, Alpha. Bite me. I’m ready for you.”
Wade still hesitated, waited long enough to fit a knee between Peter’s thighs and rock down into his mate tentatively, murmuring, “I’m big sweetheart, let me get you ready some more.”
“My love.” Somehow still sassy even in this moment, Peter’s eyes sparkled nearly wicked– and in the firelight, almost gold. “I wouldn’t love you half as much if you weren’t big.”
“Brat.” A searing kiss covered whatever Peter snarked in response and when Wade moved to lay fully against his mate, even the kiss fell away in favor of a welcoming purr from the Omega and a greedy, grasping growl from the Alpha.
“You’ll tell me to stop if I hurt you.” Wade asked once he could breathe again, once the Omega had let him go and was trilling eagerly at the swell of the Alpha’s cock next to his own. “Promise me.”
“You won’t hurt me.” Peter ran his tongue over his disappointingly blunt teeth, then leaned up and licked over his mate’s sharper fangs, practically trembling in excitement. “But I’ll tell you to stop all the same. I promise.”
“I love you.” Wade said again, just one more time because his mate needed to hear it, because he needed to say it, because someday soon the inevitable would happen and he wouldn’t be able to say it again. “My mate.”
“My mate.” the Omega repeated. “Come here.”
There was a difference between heat and simply being with an Alpha, an excruciating too vivid awareness that had Peter’s eyes rolling back and mouth falling open, nails digging lines down his mate’s back as Wade pushed forward and in. The Alpha was huge, blunt and heavy and so so hot and Peter thought he could be on fire, thought he could be melting when the burn was sharp enough to bring tears to his eyes.
Fuck it was good, it was good it was good it was good and when Wade fit all of himself into Peter, the Omega choked on his mate’s name, couldn’t breathe through the weight, couldn’t do anything but lie there and feel himself fuller than he’d ever imagined possible.
Wade wove their fingers tight when Peter reached out blindly for him, pushed their foreheads together and told himself not to move when a tear leaked out from the corner of the Omega’s eyes and trailed down his face.
“Too much?” he whispered hoarsely. “Baby boy, tell me–”
“Wade.” Peter’s entire body shuddered, rippling around the Alpha’s cock. “Wade, I– I–”
“Pete?” The Alpha didn’t even dare breathe, counting the fan of dark lashes at Peter’s cheek, the dusting of freckles, watching the Omega’s mouth fall open and white teeth bite down into crimson lips, feeling each ragged breath through Peter’s chest and down to where they were connected. “…sweetheart…”
“Alpha.” Peter fell apart with a quiet sob, and the Alpha stared in awe as his mate shattered right there in his arms. The Omega’s cock spilled between their bodies, pulsing in time to the devastating clench in Peter’s center and it was all Wade could do to stay still when he could already feel his knot swelling, his cock tightening, his entire body surging as the Omega keened and rolled through white hot pleasure.
“Ohhh-h-h-h….” Peter opened his eyes and he was gone, gorgeous and hazy and gone as he whispered, “My Alpha. M’so full, so full of you, didn’t know it would be–” one last shiver and Wade tried hard not to groan out loud. “–didn’t know it would be like this. Never knew it was like this.”
“Jesus Christ, Omega.”
“More of you.” the Omega was floating, blissed out and lax and pliant everywhere except where Wade was fit inside, and he reached up for another kiss, always always another kiss that the Alpha would die before refusing.
“More of you.” Peter whispered again, and this time he hooked his leg around Wade’s calf and pressed against him. “Please. I’ll never have enough.”
The Alpha wanted to be slow and he wanted to be careful. Peter was still fragile in his hands, collarbones a little too prominent, skin just a shade too pale and the Alpha wanted to be slow, but his mate had other ideas.
“Yes!” Peter actually laughed at the first full thrust, loopy and giggly and elated. He felt like his soul could claw from his chest if they didn’t complete their bond right now and knowing this was just the first step made him almost giddy. “My mate, again.”
And the Alpha wanted to be slow but his mate was so good, so good beneath him, begging so sweetly and pushing into each stroke so wantonly, that Wade asked just one more time, “You’re sure?”
Peter’s only reply was to press his lips to Wade’s ear and growl, and the Alpha took it as the obvious permission it was.
So he wasn’t slow, and he wasn’t gentle and all the Alpha’s good intentions about taking their time and savoring every second fell by the wayside in favor of grabbing at Peter’s hips and shoving himself deep inside. Peter shouted for him and Wade shut him up with a bruising kiss, the Omega scratched at his back and Wade gripped at that gorgeous rear and used it as leverage to take his mate harder. Their kisses were sharp and messy, teeth and tongues clashing and blood tasting copper on their lips when Wade forgot to cover his fangs and Peter kept panting for a bite. His knot caught, pulled and the Omega screamed, Peter wrapped his legs around Wade’s waist to force him closer and the Alpha growled vicious and rutted against him
“My mate.” Wade couldn’t hardly talk, a rumble steady from his chest distorting the words until he sounded half feral and Peter only whined and crushed their mouths together and pleaded for more of his mate, always more of his Alpha, he needed to feel him, he needed to feel him, can you feel me Alpha, can you feel me right here?
It was bloody red and seeing stars when the Alpha’s knot locked inside Peter for the first time, when his fangs punctured Peter’s bonding spot and sank deep enough to be painful, when he finished with a hoarse cry and the Omega followed him into a second orgasm with a throaty, satisfied purr.
Bloody red and seeing stars and enough–
–but no, it wasn’t enough, because Peter was already whining impatiently before Wade had even unlocked his jaw and pulled away, whining impatiently and shoving at the Alpha with tears in his eyes, “It’s not enough, Alpha. I need more. More.”
“Settle.” A groan punched out of the Alpha’s chest when Peter tried to fuck himself down on the still distended knot. “Baby boy, give me a minute.”
“No no no, I need you.” Peter jerked up and bit into Wade’s throat, into his shoulder and into his chest. “I need you, it’s not enough, I don’t have enough of you yet.”
Wade didn’t know if he was thrilled or worried that Peter needed another round so quickly, but he pushed the thought aside and settled his mate with quiet words and soothing licks over the bite marks for a long moment, nuzzling close and thwarting Peter’s attempts at sharper kisses, answering the Omega’s frantic, “It’s not enough yet!” with calmer, “I’ll give you enough baby, just wait, just wait, just a minute sweetheart–”
The moment his knot eased enough to pull out, Wade rolled Peter over onto all fours, pushed blankets under his mate’s head to offer a pillow and with a quick check of, “Are you sure, my mate?” gripped the Omega tight and thrust back in.
This time wasn’t gentle, not even a little bit. The Alpha left bruises at Peter’s narrow hips as he yanked him back onto his cock, he reached far over the Omega’s back to tug at the thick hair and pull sharply enough for Peter to cry out and arch into the pain. This position was dominance, it was rut, it was claiming, and the Alpha lost himself a little in the thrill of finally having his mate presenting in front of him, finally being able to hear the submissive whimpers and halting pleas of, “S’good, Alpha, Alpha Alpha Alpha, so good, I love you, please don’t stop, don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop.”
He tried to touch his mate, tried to reach under and close his hand around Peter’s length but the Omega slapped his fingers away and did it himself, jerking at his cock and trying hard to push himself back onto Wade to get the Alpha a little deeper each time, a little harder with every stroke. Peter screamed into the blankets as he came this time, and he screamed again when Wade bit him, the second bite in too few minutes brutal before it fell away into body drugging bliss as the Alpha’s knot locked up once again.
And for a moment, they were okay.
For a moment Peter was lost and floating and so so happy with his mate draped over his back and surrounding his frame. He could feel Wade pulsing inside him, the heavy Alpha cock keeping him plugged so nothing fell out and dripped down his legs to the rug, and for a moment everything felt right.
But then–
“Shit.” Wade unhooked his fangs from Peter’s throat and pushed his forehead between the Omega’s shoulder blades. “My mate, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry but–”
“It’s not enough.” Peter was hoarse, sounded weary. “It’s not enough yet, is it?”
“…it’s not enough.” the Alpha whispered. “I know this isn’t heat–”
“–but I feel like I could die if I don’t get enough of you.” Peter finished. “I know, Alpha my Alpha. I know.”
“I need you again.”
“I need you again too.”
Wade didn’t wait for his knot to go down, only eased the Omega carefully carefully onto his side so they were lying together in the nest of blankets, pillowed on a few quilts and stuck tight together with sweat cooling on their skin and sex drenching the air in the cabin.
“Smells like you.” Peter mumbled tiredly, feeling around behind him until he could dig his fingers into Wade’s leg. “Smells like us. I love it. Love you.”
“I love you too.” This time Wade was gentle, this time he was slow, feathering sweet kisses onto his mate’s temple and down along his cheek, holding Peter close with one hand protective over the Omega’s heart. “I’ve got you sweetheart, come here.”
Peter went limp against his Alpha’s chest, content to close his eyes and just breathe as Wade ground into him from behind, slow, shallow strokes that kept him filled and sated, only enough movement to make his entrance twitch and clench in protest over even the thought of being empty. The knot was heavy, weighted in his core and Peter ran trembling fingers over his stomach where he was full, down his cock that was still hard and aching even after a third orgasm, down lower to where he was almost embarrassingly wet, the noise slick and soaked every time Wade withdrew even the slightest bit.
“S’good, Alpha.” he whispered, and Wade mumbled agreement into his throat, over the already bruising bite marks “So good, so good, bite me again. Wanna feel you all over.”
The Alpha crooned obediently and shifted forward enough to get his fangs back through the pierced skin, the curved edges and hooked ends spilling bloody honey and aphrodisia down his throat.
“Yes.” Peter spread his hand to the back of Wade’s scalp and kept the Alpha pinned there at his neck, rocking back into every too shallow push of his mate’s hips and focusing on the prick of fangs, the stretch of his Alpha between his legs and the pleasure rolling up his spine and spinning behind temples until everything went hot again and he was shaking, shivering, spilling into the blankets as his vision blanked out.
“Here.” Wade had to lean far over Peter’s body to keep them connected, guided the nearly gone Omega to his own neck and whispered, “Bite me, Pete. Hard. Don’t let up, don’t– don’t let go, alright? I’m not ready let you go.”
Peter licked languidly over Wade’s bonding spot before biting down, holding the Alpha steady and growling sweetly until he broke skin and tasted red, and still Wade gasped for more, held the Omega tight and begged, “Don’t stop, don’t let go, my mate, I’m not ready– I’m not ready—”
The bond sparked first where they were locked together, where Wade was coming again inside his mate, a barely there ripple that spread through their centers and out to their limbs, curling toes and clenching fists and burning at their throats. Peter whimpered when it brightened blinding behind his eyes before settling beautiful in his heart, the Alpha rumbled something sweet and relieved when his mind finally eased and hazed and all he could feel was Peter.
“…I’m yours.” Quietly, reverently, with neither Alpha nor Omega having any idea how much time had passed. It could have been an hour since Peter had bit Wade, it could have been half the night where they lay curled together in their nest before Peter stirred enough to speak.
And when he finally did speak– “Alpha my Alpha, I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
Wade brushed the Omega’s hair out of the way and stared down into eyes that swirled gorgeous, molten gold before blinking back to perfect brown, then whispered, “You’re mine. You’re mine Omega, and I am yours.”
It was more than words, it was a pull at their very souls and Peter arched into it with a breathy sigh that Wade swallowed into a kiss packed full of adoration and longing and everything all their words would never be able to say.
“I’m yours.”
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
I wanted to share a little of my thought process for this chapter with you guys– the three ways Wade and Peter *ahem* connect are supposed to represent their relationship up to this point.
First missionary ie: fairly vanilla and loving like they were in the beginning.
Then doggy style which lets things get rough and a little crazy, which is for how desperate they’ve become for each other where their “enough” is changing is almost every day because they can’t seem to settle down.
And finally spooning, which is very protective, sort of shockingly intimate and also gentle because now that Peter is sick and they both know Cable is most likely coming back soon, all they want to do is hold each other and revel in the slow, easy minutes together.
I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter!