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Ivan and Till had always fought. From the moment they met as children they could rarely agree on anything, yet often occupied the same space leading to tugs on hair, punches, slaps and tears more often than not. Their behaviour never really got better, they just got older. The way they acted together was not a surprise from Till, who had a reputation as an ill-tempered troublemaker, but bizarre from Ivan, an academically gifted and well-mannered boy. It was only Till that brought this side of Ivan out.

It was little surprise that shortly after Ivan presented as an alpha, Till also presented as an alpha. The people around them could justify that their attitude towards each other had always been that of competing alphas.

Ivan couldn’t agree with that sentiment, however. He had been overwhelmingly disappointed when Till had presented as an alpha. Perhaps the manifestation had been out of self-preservation though, because if Ivan had caught the scent of omega pheromones exuding from Till, he would not have been able to stop himself from laying his claim and putting tooth to flesh in an instant.

Ivan was very into omegas. Naturally, as an alpha, this preference was expected. But he really liked omegas. No particular individuals, just the general traits that omegas had. He loved their sweet, floral smells, their helplessness in the face of alphas, the way their heats overtook them and left them ever so vulnerable, the way they could be marked by an alpha for all to see, for all to smell. Just the thought of them was enough to start getting him het up.

The problem was that more than omegas, he liked Till. Till who could not be any less opposing to the image of an omega. A brash attitude and willingness to turn against anyone he found irritating at the time, he was a far cry from the submissive and weak omegas that played on Ivan’s mind. Everything about the other boy should have been a turn off, based on Ivan’s likes, but it was quite the opposite.

When alone Ivan would catch his thoughts drifting to imagined scenes of forcing Till down and seeing that tearful, aroused expression often depicted on the faces of omegas. Waves of scent, stickily sweet from excitement, washing over Ivan as he presses fingers into the other’s body, wet and waiting for him. The thought of Till having produced all that slick just for him, gliding in easily and being enveloped by a body made to accommodate every bit of him, knot and all. Kicking off his bottoms, swollen to an almost painful extent from imagery played out behind his eyelids alone, he allowed those thoughts to take him all the way to rapture once more.

He had considered whether he actually liked alphas, despite his ardent affections for omegas. The result was no, he was quite sure that he did not like alphas one bit. Mizi, his best friend of many years (but only since it was difficult to quite consider Till a friend given how they were) presented as an alpha as well. She was a great person. Anyone could appreciate her attractiveness; she was compassionate and caring – almost omega-like in her near parental care of her friends at times. Yet for her, he felt no twang of desire. Even if he pictured her as he did Till, coated in a layer of floral pheromones and struggling from heat, the only enjoyment he felt was that of his standard omega fascination. It was nowhere near as intense as how imagining Till in that way was for him.

So, Till it was. Ivan would settle for nothing less than the target of his irrational carnal wants. The next issue to conquer was Ivan’s disgust at even the thought of touching another alpha like that. It was a natural repulsion. Alphas were meant to fight each other over mates, not want to mate one another. Their scents were supposed to put each other off and incite anger. How was he supposed to work around that? He had heard stories of alphas that did like other alphas in that way, they actually enjoyed being around the smell of other alphas and the ingrained need for competition. It would be easier if Till was like that, but it was impossible to imagine the other with any desire to be dominated as Ivan wanted.

What did Till like? For starters, he liked Mizi, but between them both being alphas and the omega Sua having bided her time and pounced on Mizi the moment her scent had ripened, that was seemingly over. It seemed Till didn’t have a strong care about alphas or omegas, more annoyed that their nature picked out who they should and shouldn’t be with than overtaken by biological need. All the same, Ivan saw how his gaze was stolen when an omega’s scent filled the air, and how he bristled whenever an alpha drew near. Despite his reservations about how their pheromones control them, he was just as much a beast of instinct as anyone.

There were certain things Ivan could try, unwilling to give up on what many would consider a hopeless crush. Some questionable searching online gave him some links to even more questionable websites. It was a shock that his purchases actually arrived, he had been certain that the seller had not been legitimate, but he was proven thankfully wrong.

Spraying the new perfume into the air, the scent screamed ‘omega’ in the most obvious way. It smelled akin to a peach wrapped in rose petals and drenched in honey, obnoxiously sweet with something for everyone. Intended to simulate the thick scent of pre-heat, inviting in its every note, it certainly did the trick if the ache in his gums and groin were anything to go by. This smell would catch the attention of any alpha. Oh, the trouble this little vial could cause.  

A dab of this scented liquid to the back of the neck. That was all he needed to do to seed some chaos. The chill of the morning air came at just the right time for his little scheme, burning summer days giving way to autumn chills that Till was never prepared for. It was as if every year he forgot that he was not immune to the cold, keeping his summer clothes on for far longer than he could manage. His frame of skin and bone provided little insulation from the elements, yet he never learned.

“Here,” Till was predictable as always, a shiver running through him at the completely expected temperature that he had not prepared for. Throwing a scarf over his shoulders as Ivan had often done on these sorts of mornings, Till rolled his eyes as it was fixed to him. In that one innocent move, the trap had been laid. At this point the perfume was completely covered by Ivan’s own pheromones, having spent the morning ensuring that the fabric was completely sodden with his scent to mask the smell of omega artificially applied to one particular spot. The spot he made sure would be touching the back of Till’s neck.

Artificial pheromones were illegal for precisely this reason. As Ivan observed near enough every alpha’s nose twitch when Till ridded himself of the scarf, he could see how these things came to be banned. There had been a spat of attacks a few years ago where someone went around spraying betas with something similar but much stronger than what Ivan had purchased. Those betas that were made to smell of mid-heat omegas were attacked by out-of-control alphas in the street or at their workplaces. The perpetrator at that time had been an abused omega that envied the pheromone-free lifestyle of betas and wanted some sort of revenge. It was all very petty.

Catching a whiff as Till turned his head, Ivan could feel for those alphas that lost their cool in the face of such an intense scent. Like a fantasy come to life, he resisted his every urge to lunge forward and taste that neck for himself. Biding his time would be the most important part of this plan.

The first day it was a scarf to scent the nape of his neck, the next day a hat to catch the scent in his hair, the third day there was no new addition, but the smell still clung to him, as long-lasting as the seller had claimed. Dabbing turned out to be quite effective, less noticeable than spraying since the scent didn’t diffuse immediately into the air. He did have to touch Till for it work though. With the scent transferred to a new vial with a roller applicator and some clever use of his sleeves, he was able to apply dabs without notice.

Ivan wasn’t entirely sure of his own endgame with this. It pleased him to stick this scent to Till, inching his imagination closer to reality with every application. He did not believe that Till would start to believe he was really an omega or anything strange like that, Till knew he was an alpha and their secondary genders were not able to change. Eventually he’d catch on that he was being scented, but his first thought would be confusion since he does not know an omega with this scent. Honestly, Ivan was a little surprised that Till hadn’t already noticed that the omega smell followed him home, but perhaps he was used to it already and wasn’t detecting it when he was alone.

Was it that he wanted other alphas to look at Till as if he was an omega? Ivan couldn’t deny that he quite liked the way alphas would pick up on the smell and throw strange glances in their direction. Then, was it the case that he wanted Till to be treated like an omega by other people? Did he want Till to catch the attention of alphas? The thoughts were odd because Ivan had believed that he just wanted Till to appear as more of an omega for his own satisfaction, but maybe he did want to see other alphas drooling over his omega. Although in this scenario, ‘his omega’ is actually an alpha who most certainly is not ‘his’ in any sense.

To seal the deal on this shift in scent, his next course of action would be to get Till taking more blockers than he currently was. That would reduce the output of his own scent, which in turn would make the perfume more potent. If he continued to do everything in small stages, Till may not even notice. The obvious route would be crushing up the pills and adding them to food and drink which he would offer Till. It was rare that he would turn down a free snack, so sometimes the obvious route was the best. Not enough to notice, just enough to tone down his scent bit by bit.

When the next perfume bottle arrived, Ivan had to acknowledge that what he was doing was bad. Really bad. But it would be worth it. While shifting the new liquid from the spray bottle to the roller vial, he practically had to hold his breath. Catching the scent as he’d opened the bottle had set his canines on edge. While the previous scent had been pre-heat, this scent was of the same family but had the potency of heat. Similar in strength to the one the attacker he’d read about on the news had used.

On the day he planned to set Till up with the new smell, they had arranged to go out in the day with their other friends. Friends who did not sniff each other enough to note the changes with any interest. Mizi would be too busy filling her nostrils with Sua’s scent to pick up on any changes in Till’s. They would have noticed the new one, however, so he waited. Waited until the girls had split to go their own way, leaving the boys to start their walk home together, their own point of separation a bit further along. Being a bit of a touchy person worked to Ivan’s advantage, allowing him to steal a quick one-armed hug as farewell. A hug that allowed him to run the roller against Till’s nape.

Looping around so that it appeared he went towards his home, Ivan reconvened on Till’s route, keeping his distance. He was anticipating that someone would pick up on his smell and be unable to hold themselves back. Having set-up his friend to be attacked, the least he could do was watch over him and work out when he wanted to step in. Following him, the wait for an alpha to pick up on the scent was agonising. One did bite though. A sharp upwards tilt of the head signified that the hunt was on.

From this distance Ivan could not hear their conversation, but he could imagine. Spinning on his heel, the alpha instantly located the source of the smell walking past him and leapt into uncomfortable closeness, an unwelcome hand on Till’s shoulder. Ivan expected that alpha was saying something along the lines of offering to ‘help’ with his heat, much to Till’s apparent confusion. Vaguely able to hear him shout, Till slapped the hand away from himself with offense, red-faced at the accusation. That spark of physical conflict would open the floodgates for the alpha, dominance challenged.

Watching that alpha shove Till up against the nearest wall and breathe in deeply of the artificial aroma was exciting to Ivan. The combination of Till’s baffled resistance and that stranger’s instinctual lust came together in a glorious amalgamation. The evidence of his scheme working. With wandering hands going straight for gold, the intention of the alpha was clear. He intended to get those fingers working to aggravate the omega’s heat, rendering him unable to continue his fight. When met with no slick, he would realise that Till was not lying about being an alpha, which Ivan assumed he must have brought up to his attacker at this point. Ivan didn’t want this mysterious alpha to potentially tip Till off to what may be happening if he were to connect the dots regarding the artificial pheromones, so now was the time to intervene.

“Get away from him,” baring his teeth, Ivan intended to threaten the alpha away via competition.

Cowardly as a man that would prey on a vulnerable omega on the street would be, he backed off as soon as the prospect of a fight revealed itself. A threatening growl that rumbled from Ivan’s chest was enough to completely rid them of the aggressive stranger. Turning to Till, he appeared shocked from the encounter, as expected.

“Are you okay?” Acting the part of having just turned up, he had to pretend that he had no idea what was happening until that moment.

“What the fuck was that guy’s problem?” Grumbled Till as he patted himself down, righting any clothing out of place.

“It looked like he was touching you up but I’m sure he was an alpha too,” playing up the guise of innocence was a role Ivan was accustomed to, lying without batting an eye.

“Yeah, dude seemed to think I was an omega. In heat no less! Does he even have a sense of smell?” Till remarked, sniffing at his sleeve as if trying to check that his own scent was present. Honestly, Ivan wondered if Till had a sense of smell at this point, having not noticed the omega scent himself. “Huh, I guess I do smell kind of…omega-y,” he noted, sniffing at his clothing more. For a moment, Ivan worried. “Guess I must’ve stood close to Sua for a while or something,” Ivan had never been gladder that Till apparently did not care enough to note his friends’ scents. Sua did not smell anything like that perfume, she smelled like crystallised ginger.

“You do smell omega-y,” Ivan agreed, sniffing at the air, not mentioning how incredibly incorrect his assumption was. “Really omega-y, maybe you should come back to mine instead, it’s closer.” Thankfully his plan worked, Till, who was clearly still paranoid from that other alpha, agreed to stay the night at Ivan’s instead of continuing home.

Ivan knew that his home would always be empty, bar his own presence. Absent parents were a pain for a while, but now he was quite used to the solitude. It would be more of a hassle if they turned up at this point. The next step was an exciting one. First, he needed Till to sleep well. That was more of a challenge than it sounded, but easily achieved with his mother’s sleeping pills crushed into a warm drink. Despite their rare appearance here, medicines were kept on hand in the event of them staying for visits. This medicine would ensure quite the night of rest, whenever he had seen his mother sleep after taking these, nothing could stir her for a solid nine hours.

Excusing himself briefly, Ivan made sure to thoroughly drip the perfume over the pillows and bedding of the prepared spare room, coating the fabric with a layer of his own scenting after to mask his trick. Soon he would be able to enjoy a little of his machinations.

After showing Till to the room he would be sleeping in, Ivan headed back to his own where he planned to only stay a short while. Just long enough for the medicine to kick in and Till to be in a deep slumber. In the meantime, he couldn’t contain his excitement, so figured it wouldn’t hurt to get started. Spraying down a pillow with the same perfume that he had scented Till’s bed in, he held it close to his face. It was now easy to associate that smell with the image of Till. Absently he wondered if Till had noticed the scent on the pillows, mixed with Ivan’s own. If he had, did he think that Ivan had slept with an omega in that bed? What was going through the other alpha’s mind right now?

Grabbing the newest addition to his sordid collection, Ivan tore open the seal to spread the colourless, thick slime-like substance across his fingers. Made to mimic an omega’s slick, also from the same family as the perfumes, it was meant to emulate the feel, smell and taste. Closing his eyes, he let the scented pillow paint an image of Till in his mind, the vision of having just removed his fingers from the other with them coated eagerly in this slick playing out behind his eyelids.

Blood rushing already, Ivan raised the fingers to his lips, flicking his tongue out to experimentally taste the lubricant. The taste was not nearly as strong as the sweet smell, but there was a hint of a floral aftertaste lingering on his tongue. Pleasant and inoffensive. He imagined Till’s face would scrunch up as he yelled complaints about Ivan doing something strange like that, licking his fingers after they had just been in the other.

Reaching down, he wrapped those slightly sticky fingers around himself. His fist could glide up and down his length smoothly, the light squelch of the applied liquid with each desperate pump filling his brain with depraved scenes. It was a struggle to stop his self-gratifying act before reaching his end, his fantasies stronger than ever. The things he envisioned doing to Till verged on deranged. If the other had any sense, he would run from Ivan.

Having been able to enter the sleeping boy’s room, Ivan was quite sure the sleeping pills were having the desired effect. Carefully inching closer, just in case they weren’t as strong as he hoped, Ivan slid the disorganised covers from Till’s body. The scent rolling off him radiated need, it was so far detached from any alpha scent that it would have had Ivan stiff even if he hadn’t already been as such.

Asleep in nothing but his boxers, Ivan could appreciate that his form really was repulsive. Sharp and angular throughout, there was no hint of softness that came with an omega’s body. No bulging stores of plush fat anywhere around his middle, just skin, bone and muscle with horribly scarce cushioning. Unnecessarily wide shoulders contrasted with narrow hips which made his body totally unsuitable to carrying young. Biologically, everything about him was unappealing to Ivan’s eye, and yet for some reason the thought of utterly dominating this alpha aroused him more than any omega could.

Settling behind Till who slept on his side, Ivan chanced a touch to his skin to check if he stirred with any awareness. When he did not, Ivan steeled himself to take this to a point of no return. With delicate ease he pulled down those obstructive boxers to around mid-thigh, low enough to get them out of the way but high enough to quickly pull back up if needed. Slathering his fingers in more of the lube, he sucked in a deep breath. If Till were to wake, there would be a lot of shocks. The most concerning to Ivan was Till seeing the items he had bought and reporting him for having artificial pheromone products. He was putting a lot on the line to pursue his sick desires, a testament to how much he wanted this.

Holding that breath, he pressed the first generously slicked finger inside Till. A small sound escaped him at which Ivan almost retracted and fled, but he kept himself still as Till squirmed briefly before stilling once more. No more sounds were made as Ivan pushed the finger deeper in. Good. He knew better than to add the second finger yet, continuing to spread the lubrication with the first instead. Admittedly he wasn’t particularly fond of this, omegas were wet right away, it was one of the things about them which made them so tempting. Having to apply that moisture himself wasn’t enjoyable, if anything it simply served as a reminder that Till was an alpha, and that there was something wrong with Ivan.

This was essentially a test run. Since there was so much risk involved, Ivan needed to know how much he wanted to do all of this. If it was the case that doing it once would satisfy his curiosity, then he needed that information before he took things way too far. Already he could tell that he was serious about this degenerate desire of his, but he had to go through with his plan to know. Once the second finger had worked its way in, it wasn’t so bad. His fingers were moving more easily, and if he simply pushed from his mind the feeling of the first finger, he could almost imagine that Till had always been this wet and was getting wetter from Ivan’s touch. Almost.

After getting three fingers deep into him and feeling like he was adequately prepared, Ivan pushed down his own underwear for the final stage of tonight’s operation. Panting in that scent, he was reminded that it was of an omega in heat as his knot already began to swell and inflate. He wouldn’t be going that far, not tonight. There was no way the sleeping pills would be that effective. Just a bit. He was just going to put it in a bit. Keeping a close watch on the side of Till’s sleeping face, Ivan lined his tip against that hole, wet and ready for him. Easing in slowly was a challenge, both due to the tightness of this incompatible virgin body and his explosive want to pin Till down and ram it into him until he cries.

Trying to keep his pleasured groans soft so near to Till’s ears, he pushed inside until he felt the engorged bulb of his knot bump against flesh. Not yet. Retracting partially to steadily glide back in, the feelings growing within him were intense. Bathed in body heat wrapped snug around him and nose filled with ripened pheromones, his euphoria was made real. Knowing it would only be a few thrusts before he could no longer contain himself, he considered the matter solved. Pulling out he ascertained that he had tried it, and his needs were far from sated. This was not a one-off want. Correcting Till’s underwear and re-covering him as if Ivan had never visited, he vanished back to his own room to finish himself off in a matter of moments. It was one of his most intense orgasms to date.

Till’s awkward appearance in the morning while Ivan was setting the table for breakfast brought him a mischievous joy that he did not let play out across his face. How confused he must have been when he woke, wet in a place that he was not when last he was awake. Ivan wondered if he had touched around to try to understand the cause. Had he pressed his fingers into himself, marvelling at the ease by which they had slipped in? How long had he laid there touching himself in confused experimentation?

“This might sound odd, but did anything, uh, strange happen last night?” The picking of his words was a delight, feeling the need to ask but suspecting nothing. “Other than that weirdo alpha yesterday, obviously.”

“Strange? Like what?” With a perfected head tilt, Ivan was clear of any doubt.

“Ah, nothing, don’t worry about it,” waving his hand as if to bat away his own question, he looked away to hide the pink that flooded his face. Deeming his state this morning too embarrassing to explain or question, that was the end of it, settling down to breakfast as if he hadn’t woken lubed and unknowingly deflowered.

“Did you sleep well?” Sitting opposite, Ivan hid the upwards tug of his mouth behind bites of food. It was hard to keep the smile down while scenes played out of things he knew that Till did not. He would be mortified if he knew how close Ivan’s teeth had been to his neck, if he knew that though only for a few moments, their bodies had merged into a single abomination.

“Yeah, really well actually,” though still distracted, Till was apparently not too worried about how he had woke, busying himself with the spread Ivan had prepared.

“I’m surprised you weren’t bothered by sleeping in another alpha’s home,” with his scent stuck to just about everything in his house, being here should trigger some sort of territorial response in the other alpha. Till had seemed unfazed, but perhaps it was because they had grown up together and as such Till had become numb to Ivan’s presence.

“Why would I be bothered? It’s only you,” as if he’d searched for the most harmful words to pluck and throw at Ivan, each one landed like a strike to the face. While it was true they had been friends for many years so it may follow that Till felt safe around Ivan, it did not change that they were both still alphas and therefore should be a threat to one another.

If anything, Till’s words at that time spurred Ivan on more. The idea of Till feeling no sense of competition around him frustrated Ivan. Having sown some seeds and tested Till’s reactions to various situations, as well as checked the intensity of his own interest, Ivan resolved himself to take this all the way.

He’d read online that the term for his fascination was called ‘omegafication’. It is a fetish wherein one desires to have an alpha or beta present themselves as an omega in various ways, the most prominent being in regard to smell, and have at them. Forums that Ivan had found were often full of complaints over the illegality of artificial omega pheromones since regular shop bought scents don’t quite do the trick. The main problem is that an alpha couldn’t knot if they weren’t in rut unless their omega was in heat. With the artificial pheromones of an omega in heat, then knotting could occur without the alpha needing to be in rut. Often a core want of those with this ‘omegafication’ fetish was to knot their target in a show of total domination. It was also part of why those attacks had caused such damage to the beta victims.

The plan from this point onwards was simple. Ivan just had to get Till back to his house, to his room where they would have complete privacy, and win a fight against him. He didn’t doubt that he would emerge victorious though, he couldn’t recall a time when he had ever lost a fight against Till.

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Till had always been a little strange. Used to being treated with a heavy hand, he was never one to shy away from violence. As a child he would never back down from his wants or beliefs, even if harm may result from it. It set him apart from other children who feared for their own physical wellbeing, even if the threat was only mild. The result was that Till found himself growing up with few friends, finding himself frequently outcasted from others.

Despite having a penchant for getting into fights, he rarely won them. Truthfully, he was never very athletic, much preferring sit-down interests such as music and art. Everyone expected him to present as an alpha given his day-to-day aggressive attitude and overall difficult demeanour, but he had been worried that it was totally possible that he would present as an omega, more in keeping with his rather more delicate sensibilities. Thankfully he had presented as an alpha, meeting the expectations of those around him. He would have never heard the end of it from his father if he’d presented as a male omega, especially not with his troublemaking behaviours.

Even though his second gender manifestation had been what he wanted, puberty and everything that came with it was still a rough time. The negative part of having presented as an alpha was that the girl he’d been crushing on since he’d first laid eyes on her was also an alpha. Even if he’d been an omega, he knew he wouldn’t have had a chance with Mizi, not with her obvious adoration of Sua, but if he had been an omega, then he could have tricked himself that he had a chance. Her scent didn’t repulse him, though it didn’t entice either. No natural urge to compete with her ever came to the surface. It had been one of Till’s concerns that he would suddenly be wanting to cause trouble with the alphas he called his friends, but those wants never arose.   

The real problem he faced was that he started to get aroused at the oddest thing. Having been used to getting hit all his life, it had been a shock when after taking a punch to the face, his blood had started coursing south. Initially he shrugged it off, it was probably just one of those random erections that struck at inopportune times, but much to his dismay that was not the case.

This led to many instances of Till holing himself up in his room after bouts of the casual abuse he had grown accustomed to and getting himself off while pressing harshly into the new bruises and scrapes he’d acquired. Afterwards he would be flooded with disgust at himself and questions without answer. Most commonly he would inwardly scream at himself ‘what is wrong with you?’.

Till and Ivan had always fought. It would have been strange if they stopped fighting after they both presented as alphas. Ivan’s strong natural instincts were apparent in the way he looked at omegas and challenged alphas. While Ivan would say he had always been competitive, Till noticed that he had definitely changed since his manifestation. It wasn’t that he thrived off competition before, but he reacted well to praise when he was younger. Being told that he had done a good job or that he was the best in class by his teachers had always motivated him to keep going. It was only as he got older that he started living to thwart others, hoarding all the glory for himself.

Till’s own natural instincts certainly existed, but little more than that. Sure, he would notice when an omega smelled good, but he didn’t find himself feeling any different or start losing his cool around them if they were in pre-heat like other alphas seemed to. Likewise, he didn’t feel any particular distaste to being around alphas. Honestly, he as glad to not become a total slave to his secondary gender when it presented, preferring to keep his individuality and focus on other things that he found more interesting than carnal pursuits.

Whenever he did take offence to an alpha’s pheromones, they were his father’s. The man had a tendency to release his pheromones when angry, which he often was. Having not noticed it before his presentation, the first fight they’d had afterwards caught him by surprise. It was suffocating, a burning in his throat as if allergic to the air. It turned out to be a common thing. When alphas fought they would release pheromones to repulse the loser of the fight, causing them to want to leave the situation. They really were just animals at their core.

When he and Ivan fought, Till did not notice the pheromones smothering his airway. The conclusion he reached was that Ivan did not take their fights seriously, and so didn’t feel strong enough emotions to cause him to release his pheromones.

In some ways it was good that he wasn’t genuinely upset every time they came to blows, but in others it was insulting that he didn’t fight in earnest. But Till knew their little brawls weren’t malicious, it was just how they were. Ivan was incredibly strait-laced the rest of the time, it was only when he was with Till that this childish, bratty side of him came out. Till liked their fights, and not just because he came away from them with fresh aches and pains to relish in.

Like every autumn, Till had underestimated how the cold would bite him the moment the dazzling summer sun came to an end. Like every autumn, Ivan predicted that he would need an extra layer in the morning.

It was only when he removed the scarf that he picked up on the smell of an omega weaved into the fabric of the scarf, interlaced with Ivan’s. The conclusion was obvious, Ivan had an omega. Having never seen him with one other than Sua (who was preoccupied with Mizi), he could imagine that maybe it could be someone that lived nearby, or something that his parents had arranged for him. Did the omega live in his home? Were they that far into their relationship already?

It wasn’t fair. If Ivan had a mystery omega, and Mizi had Sua, then what did he have? A hopeless crush on a taken alpha and a weird fetish for being hit. What a mess.

Every day it felt like the smell of that unknown omega was growing stronger. Ivan really needed to tone it down if even Till was getting hints of scent by association. It was strange to think of the other boy in that way, but maybe prim and proper Ivan was a fiend in bed. Till really couldn’t imagine that.

When a random stranger took notice of him in the street thinking him an omega, he knew he needed to say something to Ivan about chilling out with his new plaything. Or at least showering better before going out. Frustratingly this new alpha was also nose blind apparently, only smelling what he wanted to, since he didn’t react one bit to Till throwing out his own alpha pheromones to signal him to back off. It was normal that he couldn’t smell it either, no one noticed their own scent after a while, right?

Rarely was Till thankful for Ivan to unexpectedly appear, but with this weird guy not backing down and getting way too handsy, he was glad. Any longer and that would have gotten nasty. Normally he would have blown Ivan’s invitation back to his house off, laughing that he didn’t think Till could walk himself home. This time, however, Till saw it as an opportunity. A chance to meet Ivan’s secret omega.

Disappointingly when he got to Ivan’s, there was no one new to meet. The house was entirely empty with the exception of themselves. If Ivan was living with someone, it would come up in small talk at some point, wouldn’t it? Why would Ivan keep it a secret? Well, Ivan was an odd guy, it was totally possible that he’d decide that his romantic affairs were not for the ears of his friends.

Exhausted from that bizarre encounter, Till looked forward to burying himself in the huge plateau of comfort that was this spare room bed. This wasn’t Till’s first time at Ivan’s, but the quality of beds in this house never ceased to amaze him. Instantly he caught the smell of that omega again as he settled down. Was this the same bed they stayed in when they came over? But why would they not sleep in Ivan’s bed? Apparently, they slept together, if the mingling of their scents was anything to go by. Regardless of his intrigued thoughts, the pull of the bed worked its magic as he drifted off in record time.

When Till woke from what felt like the best sleep he’d ever had, he didn’t just feel refreshed. He also felt strange. Groggy from too much sleep and the surrounding omega pheromones he struggled to sit himself upright and assess that strange feeling. His hips felt weird? No, his butt felt weird. Normally he’d put it down to the different bed, but he knew nothing should ache after sleeping on something this luxurious.

With a huff he reached a hand down to investigate the situation. Touching himself around here had never been something that particularly interested Till, though likewise he only jerked himself off as a means to an end to satisfy his annoying biological reactions. There were better things to do than spend hours with his dick in his hand.

His butt was wet. What the actual fuck? Cautiously putting one finger in, he was surprised by how easy it was to do. Shaking the thought he withdrew the digit for inspection. There didn’t appear to be anything to be concerned with, he wasn’t bleeding or anything weird like that. Just wet, apparently. Deciding that he really didn’t want to give it any more thought than that, Till headed to the shower. He’d worry if it happened again. Obviously, it was weird, but it was also embarrassing and not something he wanted to think about if it was just a one-off thing.

He still couldn’t help but indirectly ask Ivan about it. Unsurprisingly he had no idea what Till was talking about, really he didn’t know what he thought Ivan might say. ‘Oh yeah, there was a strange man going around the house last night, did he lube up your butt too?’. Was he expecting something like that? Ridiculous.

“I’m surprised you weren’t bothered by sleeping in another alpha’s home,” Till could see where Ivan was coming from when he said that. Alphas were supposed to be territorial. He’d actually been more interested in the identity of the omega he could smell, rather than intimidated about being in another alpha’s zone of influence.

Plus, it was Ivan. What did Till have to worry about? It wasn’t like he was encroaching on anything that was his. Ivan had no reason to fight him unless he went into some pheromone-induced rage, like if he suddenly went into rut out of the blue. Till didn’t doubt that Ivan had a meticulous calendar somewhere so that he would never be caught off-guard by that.

“Ivan,” Till had put up with this for long enough. “You need to stop turning up smelling so strongly of your omega,” the shock evident on the taller alpha’s face suggested that no one had brought this up with him yet. Ivan himself didn’t smell of this omega, his own pheromones must overpower it, did he even use any blockers? But the smell had certainly been rubbing off on Till for too long.

“My omega?” Ivan was good at playing dumb, but this time Till had him figured out.

“Yeah, I know all about your omega,” he boasted, chest puffed. “Their scent must be getting on everyone by the way, Mizi’s probably too polite to say anything,” of course she was, Mizi would never want to say something that might come across as mean. Such a kind girl. “Why are you keeping them a secret from us anyway?” A short pause followed before Ivan spoke, he must have been shocked that Till had sussed out his clandestine love affair.

“Sorry, I hadn’t realised their scent was so potent,” as if, Till bet that was exactly why Ivan liked them. He seemed the sort into that kind of stuff, strong omega traits to match his powerful alpha instincts. “And I hadn’t really meant to keep them a secret. How about you come over tonight and I’ll introduce you?” Now that was the kind of offer Till was after.

“Tonight works,” casually Till nodded, trying not to make his excitement known at 1 being correct and 2 getting to meet Ivan’s new mate. What kind of omega would steal the heart of someone like Ivan?

“So, where are they?” Annoyingly it seemed like it was just the pair of them alone at Ivan’s again, not a peep from elsewhere. Till had come here with one goal in mind, to meet this omega, so where the hell were they? Looking like he could lose his nerve at any moment (was he really that anxious to have Till meet this omega?), Ivan cleared his throat and pointed towards the stairs.

“They’re upstairs right now.” What was this? Ivan didn’t have any perverse ideas about why he wanted to meet his omega, right? No, no, that’d be crazy, even for Ivan. Especially for Ivan. He didn’t seem like a sharer.

“Uh, will they come down or are they waiting for us?” Trying to feel out what Ivan was getting at, Till felt awkward at how stiff Ivan was being.

“We can go up, they’re in my room. You go first and say hi, I just need to grab something.” Why was Ivan being so weird? He was always weird, but he seemed extra weird. It must just be nerves. He must be nervous at introducing his omega to his friends, for what reason Till couldn’t fathom, but there could be nothing else. Fine. He’d go up first and say hi to this mystery person. No problem.

Except there was a problem. Ivan’s bedroom was empty. Presumably they must have been in another room, but Till couldn’t shake that everything just seemed off today. A sudden force from behind throwing him onto the bed confirmed his suspicions that something was awry. Thrashing automatically from the sudden attack, Till managed to flip around to see Ivan above him attempting to hold him down. Flails becoming kicks, Till fought, detecting the increased release of Ivan’s pheromones. He didn’t know why this fight was happening, but Ivan meant it.

Till had no intention of winning. He kicked and lashed only because he wanted Ivan to put in his all. Pushing a hand up against Ivan’s face to repel him, a strong punch to his cheek was enough to cause Till to waver. That momentary lapse was all Ivan needed to force Till back onto his front and pin him down, bodies close and pheromones wild. Inhaling deeply, the oppressively scented air tore at his lungs in a way Till had never found exciting before.

Feeling waves of Ivan’s breath pant against his neck, Till’s body almost tingled with anticipation. He had no idea why Ivan had just fought him, and no clue what he was going to do now that he had won. The sudden sear of piercing pain in the crook of his neck was not what Till expected. Crying out pathetically, more a whimper than a whine, he gripped at the sheets as Ivan’s pheromones were injected into him in a humiliating display. It was a mating bite, but one that would do nothing to another alpha other than cast shame upon them with its mark. The combination of scent and bite were nauseating, and Till wanted more of that feeling. If they as humans were mere beasts, then let him be free of choice and give in to debased pleasures.

Assuming that Ivan’s show of strength would be the end of this jaunt, Till was startled to hear a command growled from beside that new wound.

“Undress.” That was a bit much, wasn’t it? The sudden attack, the mating bite and now this, was Ivan in rut? If he was, his omega should be dealing with this, not Till.

“What about your omega?” Ivan would feel bad if he was in his right mind and realised he was being disloyal, surely. Instead, Ivan’s grip grew tighter, his snarl closer to Till’s ear this time.

“You’re my omega right now, undress.”

Clearly out of his mind, there was little Till could do but obey or fight again. At his hesitance, Ivan nipped hard at the shell of his ear, signalling that there would be repercussions to not doing as he said. Till hated his body for how much that aggressive action turned him on. Shedding his clothing one item at a time, it felt like he had become even smaller beneath Ivan’s intimidating form with each piece removed, Ivan’s hands only lifting to let him disrobe before pushing him back into the mattress.

“Everything.” Till had hoped he could get away with keeping his underwear on, but it seemed whatever Ivan had planned was going to be invasive. At least with his front against the bed, Ivan couldn’t see how hard he was at this treatment. Even when Ivan’s hands lifted again and Till could hear the shuffling of material behind him, he did not move from his position except to glance over his shoulder. Ivan was taking off his clothes as well.

“What did you mean when you said I’m your omega? I’m an alpha,” quaking with uncertainty and titillation, Till voiced the obvious, hoping to remind Ivan who he was with if he was really so out of his mind that he thought Till was an omega. The response didn’t come immediately.

First Ivan stripped himself of his clothes, shamelessly baring all. From the blood rouging his lips to his cock raging and full, Ivan was the textbook picture of what an alpha should be. Strong, domineering and driven. With only a look brimming with hunger, he reached into a bag on the bedside and pulled what appeared to be a perfume bottle. The moment he started spritzing Till with it and the scent hit his nose, several things clicked into place at once.

“You’re my omega,” Ivan simply repeated, catching the look of realisation that played out across Till’s face. There had never been an omega. Whenever he had smelled them, it must have actually been Ivan spraying either things or Till or the air, he guessed, with that perfume. But it was unmistakably an omega. It wasn’t just a smell, there were pheromones accompanying that scent. Had Ivan really gone to the extreme of procuring a pheromone spray? An illegal pheromone spray? Ivan?

Furthermore, the pheromones that had just been sprayed were strong, like, omega in heat strong. Ivan couldn’t possibly be planning to do…that…to him, right? They were friends. Ivan wouldn’t intentionally harm him. Right? And that, that would definitely harm him.

A small container was passed to him next from Ivan’s special bag of elicit goods. Holding onto it, Till couldn’t tell what it was meant to be from the bottle alone. Feeling Ivan’s hands trace the sides of his waist and settle on his hips, lifting them so that his knees and hips were in line, he looked back questioningly. Why the hell was Ivan positioning him like that? Not knowing what was coming gave him a thrill he wished it didn’t.

“Slick yourself up with it,” the new command made Till’s mind whir.

Curious, he put some of the liquid into his hand, confirming that it did appear to be something akin to slick from what little he knew about it. It was more embarrassing to have to touch himself like this than to have Ivan do it, that must have been why he issued this as a demand instead of just doing it. Ivan’s appetite for degrading other alphas seemed to match Till’s craving for disgrace.

The sensation of pushing a finger into himself reminded him of waking up at Ivan’s mysteriously lubed up, just like this. What the fuck did that mean then? Ivan wasn’t so much of a creep that he would sneak into a room Till was sleeping him and finger some artificial omega slick into him, of that Till was certain. Well, given Ivan’s behaviour today, quite certain. Besides, Till knew how much of a light sleeper he was, he would definitely have woken up way before Ivan could get that far.

Legs trembling as he pumped his fingers into himself in front of Ivan, the swell of pleasure building in his gut grew. Briefly he wondered if it was possible to cum from sheer shame alone. Once he had apparently done an appropriate job, his wrist was grabbed, and his fingers pulled out from his body suddenly. Ivan’s body closed in on his back, the heat radiating from him almost as all-encompassing as his scent still thick and repugnant.

“W-what are you doing?” Mortified further by his voice trembling and breaking, he half shouted the question as he felt Ivan line himself up.

“Relax,” hummed Ivan unhelpfully as he pushed forwards, tip breaching Till’s body. Currently he was the furthest thing from relaxed.

“You can’t, we can’t, w-we’re both alphas,” panicking Till spoke any words that came to mind, jumbling his reasoning frantically. Admittedly he wasn’t doing anything to stop Ivan, he definitely could wriggle around more and make this difficult, but Ivan had already overpowered him once.

“Don’t worry,” shoving Till’s chest back down to the bed with one hand and gripping his hip with bruising force with the other, Ivan’s steady easing became a forced thrust, filling Till quickly accompanied by his shocked yowl. Despite the lubrication, it was his first time, and that hurried entry was painful and incredibly uncomfortable.

“That fucking hurt,” whined Till, writing his limbs uselessly at the burn. Beginning to move before Till was ready, each of Ivan’s excruciating motions came with a choir of gasps and groans.

“See, I already knew you could take me like this,” mumbling concerning words, Ivan pressed his nose against the back of Till’s neck to breathe in more of the spray that coated him.

“What do you mean you knew?” Weakly Till replied, unsure if Ivan simply meant that he believed that Till could or whether he meant something else. Usually, it was the kind of comment Till would ignore, but something about it stuck after Ivan spoke. Already disoriented and exhausted, his body cried out in opposition to Ivan’s words.

“Well, I just mean that you took me so well last time,” keeping his voice low and close, Ivan knew that what he was saying was stoking a fire.

“Last time?” There was no last time, this is his first time. He’s definitely never done anything as disgusting as this before.

Ivan did not elaborate. Instead, he bit down again on Till’s shoulder, drawing another pained yell. With his bite secured, he pushed the bulb of his knot against Till dangerously.

“H-hey,” unable to stop the wobble in his voice, Till tried to bring Ivan to some sort of sanity. “Don’t do that, you really can’t do that.”

Even as he begged, Till knew that his pleas fell on deaf ears. Ivan had purposefully used a perfume of an omega in heat for this reason, hadn’t he? So that he could knot out of rut. Meaning both that Ivan was not currently in a rut-haze and that he planned to use that knot. Biting down harder in reply and meeting Till’s words with the hand that had been holding him down brought over his mouth, Ivan forced his knot in, his moan vibrating loudly against the flesh he bit. If Ivan hadn’t muffled Till’s scream with his hand, maybe it would have been loud enough for someone to hear, not that it would have changed anything now that the knot was in. Uselessly Till clawed at that hand clasped over his face. In the event that this somehow kills him, which honestly it felt like it could, he would at least have Ivan’s skin under his nails.

Keeping that hand clamped over Till’s mouth despite the scratching, Ivan jerked his hips erratically, movements limited by their now locked bodies. Ivan’s hand not only muted Till’s agonised scream, but also his depraved moans as Ivan chased his climax with abandon. Everything was too much. Till’s lungs filled with the choking scent of a competing alpha, the two mating bites, the pheromones of another alpha running through his body, and the overwhelming stretch around the knot his body was in no way capable of accommodating was all so overwhelming. Feeling Ivan spill his seed in hot spurts inside his body was enough to send Till over the edge as well while Ivan milked himself dry.

Panting, ashamed and abhorrent, they were far from finished. Since Ivan had knotted him, neither of them could move until his knot deflated enough for them to separate. Ivan removed his sore and bloodied hand from Till’s mouth, inspecting the damage that had been done to him in Till’s desperate state.

“My legs hurt,” accepting that they were stuck like this now, Till addressed the pain and quake of his thighs. The least Ivan could do was get them both into another position. Willing to let Till get more comfortable, Ivan guided his body so that he was essentially sitting in Ivan’s lap, his back against Ivan’s front, arms wrapped around him in an embrace far too loving for what they had done as the drip of blood from Till began to gather and stain Ivan’s groin.

“It looked like you had a good time,” Ivan teased, running a hand to wipe at Till’s own cum that had splashed against his stomach. “Maybe you don’t mind being my omega, hm?”

Whatever weird fetish Ivan had with this whole ‘omega’ business and those dangerous scents, Till did not share. However, if being Ivan’s ‘omega’ came with getting into more fights to lose and being so totally humiliated like he had been, then Till could live with getting sprayed down and lubed up.

“Maybe,” it was the closest thing to an agreement he could manage with the anguish of Ivan’s knot so fresh.

The moment they were finally able to come undone, they divided, stretching out limbs that had been trapped in folded positions. The bleeding was expected, there was a reason alphas couldn’t knot each other under normal circumstances. Omegas were the only ones with the biology to safely take it. The continued feeling of static in his thighs and intense shock of pain with every movement was more concerning.

“Do you think I need to go to a hospital?” Even saying it, Till understood the risk he was presenting Ivan with. It was possible they would be investigated for artificial pheromone possession if an alpha turned up to the hospital with injuries like his.

“Probably, but you might be okay if you just rest,” Ivan’s words weren’t comforting, but the meaning was clear. Don’t go to the hospital. “Besides, it’d be annoying if you had to go to the hospital every time I knot you.” Was the insinuation that he could train himself to heal faster by not going to the hospital? Wait, more importantly, Ivan was planning to do more of that?

“You think you’re knotting me again?”

“I have a rut coming up soon, so enjoy walking while you still can.”