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Eddie was an Omega. He remembers clearly the day he presented. Well, he remembers the aftermath, the way his father looked at him. It was the same way the rest of the men in his family looked at him like he was a disappointment. A male Omega ; a rarity and not in the precious stone kind of way. No, it felt more like a fucking disease.
He tried, he really tried to convince his father that he’d been wrong about him, that he was strong and tough and not just an Omega. He’d had a son. He’d gone to the military, under the required high-dose suppressants provided to him. He’d become a firefighter. He was still just his Omega son.
That was why everyone thought Eddie Diaz was a Beta.
The suppressants he’d been given in the military were expensive now that he was out, but it was an expense he’d always justified. The scent blockers, too. He had the body wash, the shampoo, the colognes. All of it. He couldn’t risk anyone else finding out. Not here, not when he was accepted into this family of a firehouse. He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the way they would all look at him if they knew what he was.
That wasn’t to say no one knew. A few people higher up knew, those that handled his paperwork, and Bobby knew. He’d been worried at first that maybe Bobby would have told everyone before he even showed up or that he’d hold it over his head. He never had, though. Actually he’d never even mentioned it after the initial conversation. He didn’t treat him any differently other than maybe a few extra check-ins on particularly bad calls.
He was happy here with his son and his new family, with his best friend Buck. His best friend he was, undoubtedly, in love with. He’d come to terms with it by now, though it was still relatively new development for Eddie. But there was the problem that he was an Omega. Even if everything works out and Buck is interested, there would be no hiding what he was, at least not for long. He could hide his scent all he wanted, but the copious amounts of slick that he produces would surely give him away.
Buck was an Alpha and he would surely end up with a pretty Omega woman on his arm, a normal Omega, not a broken one like him. He’d always been taught what an Omega should be, what an Omega was good for; birthing and raising kids. But Eddie wasn’t the typical Omega. He was a man and he couldn’t bear children. What good was he to an Alpha?
Eddie had come to terms with the idea that he would be alone for a while, having not dated anyone since Shannon, because it would just be easier for him to keep living this lie. Shannon had been a Beta and his best friend since before he’d presented. She’d known and helped him through everything with his family and their reaction. She’d told him she loved him and that he was still worthy. Then after everything, she’d left and taken his self-worth with her.
-
The call came in just after lunch; a chemical breach at a research facility had caused some kind of combustion, fire and chemical gas spreading like crazy. They weren’t sure what it was, but they were being told to use full hazmat precautions until an official hazmat team could arrive. When they’d pulled up in the engine it wasn’t quite as bad as they’d expected. Another house had gotten there first and the fire had been controlled. What they needed help with was getting people out who had been incapacitated by the explosion.
They’d all suited up; Hen, as acting captain while Bobby was celebrating his anniversary with Athena, Chim, Buck, Ravi, and Eddie. They were careful, pairing up and ensuring that everyone’s gear was sealed right.
“Alright. Eddie, Buck. You guys go in first, you saw the floor plan– straight down the hall until it ends and then all the way to the right. That’s the room with the chemical, so you need to be careful. Don’t break your suits, so much as a tear and I want you back out here. Got it?” Hen said, eyes boring into both Buck and Eddie, knowing damn well they’d risk it all for a save.
“Got it, Cap. Come on,” Buck answered immediately, hitting Eddie’s shoulder as he turned and started running. Eddie gave his “Yeah, Cap!” and took off behind Buck, both of them running much slower than usual due to the extra weight of their gear.
Once they made it down the first hall and turned down the second, they could see it. Whatever the gas was, it wasn’t colorless. It was visible, a purple hue that whirls through the air, mixing with grey, as the smoldering remains of the fire suck in oxygen and spit out grey smoke. “Never seen that before,” Buck comments and Eddie just nods, trying not to imagine what kind of toxin it is, what it could do to him, what it could do to Buck . He considers telling Buck to turn back and let him handle this, but Buck’s already running forward and Eddie has no choice but to follow him.
“Buck!” Eddie calls out as Buck steps into the smoke-filled room. He still doesn’t hesitate, following him in and surveying the damage, or what damage he could see. The smoke was thick in here, but it wasn’t just smoke. That purple hue filled the room, made the smoke darker, and impenetrable in places and it seemed to swirl around in a whimsical pattern that distracted Eddie until he heard a voice.
“Eddie! Come on, we’ve gotta get them out!” Buck calls, hauling one of the three unconscious people in the room over his shoulder. “Give me her, too!” Eddie scrambles, heaving up the smallest of the three and getting her over Buck’s opposite shoulder.
“Go!” Eddie calls out to Buck. “I’ve got this!” There was only one other person, of medium build no less, Eddie could handle that without any issue and Buck needed to start moving. Buck hesitates for just a moment but turns and makes his way out of the room once he sees Eddie’s not struggling.
Getting the guy over Eddie’s shoulder wasn’t difficult. Sure, he was an Omega and lacked the built-in brute strength of an Alpha, but he worked out and made himself strong. Once he got the guy over his shoulder, something seemed to snap into place for him and he started to wake up, his arms and hands flailing against the gear at Eddie’s back.
“Hey, calm down, sir! It’s okay, I’m getting you out of here, it’s– no!” Eddie shouts as he feels the tubes connected to his oxygen tank get yanked out. Okay, fuck. He could hold his breath for a while, right? He had to have a little bit of decent air in his mask left. Trying to ignore the way the man was still panicking over his shoulder, Eddie started to run. He made it out of the room and down the hall. He could see the end, where he could turn and the doors would just be one hall away.
The edges of his vision start to turn black from holding his breath. He waits, still. It’s not until he starts to feel the deep ache in his chest that he sucks in a breath of air, hoping that it’s clean and trapped in the mask from earlier. He gets a head rush and he’s not sure if that’s the oxygen replenishment or if it’s something else, something whirling and purple and fuck– focus, Eddie.
He pushes himself, makes it to the doors and is met with Chimney running to him and taking over the man, getting him on a backboard and hauling him off, still kicking and screaming, before Eddie can get his headgear off and catch his breath. When he looks up, Buck is at his side, looking over him. “Buck, I'm fine, let me just. Gotta catch my breath, shit.”
“Your suit was torn, Eddie. We gotta tell Hen or-” Eddie cut him off quickly.
“It was when Chim got the guy, he grabbed on, I heard the tear.” Eddie was lying. He hadn’t heard the tear. He had no idea how long those fumes had been leaking into his suit, into his skin.
“Are you sure, maybe we should still-”
“I’m fine , Buck. Swear.” He had no interest in getting looked at, not when Bobby wasn’t here. Bobby would take him off to the side, get him checked over away from prying eyes and ears, so no one would have to know what he was. Besides, he felt fine, so he was sure it wasn’t worth the hassle it would cause anyway.
“Alright, man.” Buck wasn’t happy about it, but he dropped it. “Let me help you get this gear off, at least. It sucks.” Eddie acquiesced, letting Buck help him out of the worst of it, before he scooped it up and made his way back to the engine, shoving the extra gear into a compartment and climbing into the engine as ordered by Hen once she realized his gear was ruined.
Hazmat showed up shortly after and the 118 was sent back to the firehouse to immediately shower and change.
-
Eddie sat down next to Buck on the couch in the loft, the others still milling around the bunk room, most of them contemplating naps. “So, any word on what all that was?”
“No, not really. I guess they figured it out, whatever it was. Just told us that it wasn’t dangerous to us.” Buck answered with a shrug.
“To us?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah, whatever that means. Probably was only dangerous during the blast or something. There’s a few in critical condition at the hospital, but most of them are just being held to be watched over. That’s what Hen said,” Buck answered as he leaned forward, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV, Taylor Kelly filling their screen talking about the explosion.
“Right, well, that’s good at least,” Eddie answered, staring ahead at the TV.
He couldn’t deny that something felt a little weird, like the way you feel before you get sick, anxious, and uncomfortable. He brushed it off, figuring that’s all it was, just him about to get a cold or something. He saw sick people all the time and as an unmated Omega, it was sort of commonplace for him to big up bugs. He usually dosed up quickly with meds to prevent everyone from noticing and he made a mental note to stop at the drugstore on the way home.
“I think I'm gonna go try and catch a nap, actually,” Eddie said, standing up quickly. Something about hearing the news talking about the explosion was making his skin crawl and he needed to get away.
First, he made his way to the locker room, shutting himself in a stall and leaning his head forward, resting it against the closed stall door as he took a few deep breaths. What the fuck was going on with him? Why was he so on edge right now? After who knows how many minutes, Eddie made his way to his bunk and crashed out.
“Gonna fuck you full of my pups. That’s what you need, isn’t it, Omega?” Buck growled into Eddie’s ear, his body tightly curved against Eddie’s where he was bent over, on his knees beneath him as Buck’s hips slapped against his ass. His knot was already starting to swell, Eddie could feel his slick hole stretching around it with each push and pull.
“Yes, Buck! Alpha! Fuck, knot me, fill me up, Alpha, Alpha!” Eddie whimpered, his words more mumble than enunciation, but Buck seemed to get the point as he started fucking harder into him, the wet squelch of slick and precum an obscene soundtrack for the pair.
He could just feel the knot starting to get to the point of toomuchohfuckyesitsgonnastick when–
The tones started going off and Eddie jerked awake, looking around the, thankfully, empty bunkroom. Holy shit. Holy shit. This isn’t ideal at all. He’s wet. This doesn’t normally happen anymore, not unless he’s masturbating. He’s got enough scent blocker and suppressants built up over years and years of use that he knows he might be alright, that maybe no one can smell him. Whether they can or can’t right now is not the problem, the tones are going off and he has to get a shower before he gets shut in the engine with the team.
He rushes to the locker room, snagging clean briefs and hurriedly rushing into a shower stall, rinsing off and washing with his special order body wash. His heart is racing, he’s rushing so fast, but his whole body freezes when he hears footsteps approaching.
“Eddie, you in here?” It’s Buck. Fuck.
“Yeah man, trying to get shampoo out of my hair, sorry!”
“All good- It was a medical assist call, we’re hanging back. Just wanted to say.” Eddie feels his chest release in relief. Buck sounds casual, so he must not be able to smell anything. Thank fucking God.
“Thanks, man!”
Eddie’s pretty sure he holds his breath until he hears Buck finally start to leave, his footsteps getting softer and softer until they’re gone. Holy shit that was close. Too close. He looks down at his watch, still on his wrist. Just another hour and he’s out of here. It can’t come soon enough. Whatever is going on with him, he’d love to take care of in the privacy of his own home, not here in the fucking firehouse.
What is going on with him, though? He doesn’t have heats anymore and regardless, if he did, he wasn’t due. His suppressant dosages lined up with his heat and he just had one 10 days ago. He tried not to think too hard about it. About any of it. Not about what he was feeling or why suddenly he was dreaming of Buck treating him like a real Omega.
He’d had wet dreams before, like everyone else. He’d had wet dreams about Buck before, but never like that. It had always been..different. Their status was never mentioned, never the focus like it was today. Fuck, he really had to stop thinking about it.
Turning the water to cold, he let his focus drift to the painful sting of the water against his skin before giving up and turning it off. He quickly gets dressed, stows his things in his locker, and makes his way to the kitchen where he finds Buck, leaning back against the island, watching a football game on the TV.
“Hey, you good?” Buck asks when he catches Eddie walking up. “Two showers?”
“Oh, uh yeah just had one of those weird stress dreams. Got gross and sweaty.” Eddie shrugs it off, reaching over and grabbing some sort of muffin from the counter.
“Damn, those are the worst, you sure you’re alright? Do you need anything?” Buck was always so attentive to him and honestly, it was nice. Nice that he was doing it because he was his friend and not because of some hormonal Alpha bullshit.
“Nah, man. I’m good, swear.” Eddie said with a laugh, dropping muffin crumbs onto the floor.
They spend the rest of their shift like that, just talking about the game and about Christopher and all the usual things.
-
By the time Eddie gets home, he feels even worse. It’s not a miserable feeling, but he is grateful that Chris is staying at Pepa’s this weekend with some of his cousins. He just wants to sleep, take some meds, and try and sleep whatever the hell this is off.
That’s what he does. Well, he downs the cold medicine and ends up in a heavy, deep sleep. But that doesn’t mean it helps .
“Say it, my beautiful, perfect Omega.”
Buck is on top of him, he’s on his back, knees bouncing against his shoulders as Buck works his fat cock into him, that filthy sound there again, telling how wet for it Eddie was.
“B-breed me, Alpha!” Eddie cries out, back arching as he feels Buck’s knot steadily filling, growing with his uncontrollable arousal. His nails were scratching at Buck’s shoulders and back, scrambling to hold onto something as he was fucked into again and again and oh fuck.
Buck’s knot was swelling fast, catching so hard on Eddie’s rim that Eddie’s hips jerked, his wet hole sucking him back inside and clamping down as Buck’s knot fully inflated. “Alpha I’m cu-c-”
Fuck. Fuuuuck.
He woke up hot, sweating, burning hot. And wet again . He has to work tonight. Why is his life just falling apart around him? Surely, this was punishment for something. Maybe for falling in love with his best friend? Maybe for driving his ex away? Maybe for just..being the Omega that he is. He isn’t sure, but what he does know is that he has to see someone about this before he goes to work. He can’t risk this happening every time he falls asleep, or god forbid while he was awake.
-
One phone call and a shower later, Eddie was sitting in the exam room at his doctor’s office, his knee bouncing nervously. He hates it, hates how sterile it is, hates how it reminds him of all the appointments he’d had to have when he was younger, when everyone struggled to figure out how to hide what he was. Rather than think too hard, he closes his eyes, resting his head back against the wall, taking rhythmic breaths until the door opens.
“Mr. Diaz, didn’t I just see you?” Dr. Mott asks as he enters, the jolly older man who had been his doctor since he’d come to LA.
He had been unexpected, a man past the age of retirement, but progressive in the way he treated Omegas and the way he treated Eddie. Never once had Eddie felt looked down on or judged like he had back in El Paso. No, Dr. Mott had always been kind, helpful, and discreet .
“I might be old, but I'm not forgetful. What’s going on, son?” He asks when Eddie just looks at him.
“I– I think something’s wrong. I don’t know what it is, but..I think the suppressants aren’t..working right?” Eddie offers, unsure how to describe his situation, and still maintain some sort of dignity about it.
“What do you mean by not working? Are you experiencing heat symptoms? I can’t smell anything on you.” And he steps closer to Eddie, really breathing him in. “Nothing.”
“It. Uh, it’s not exactly..heat symptoms. I just. Well. This whole thing doesn’t get easier as you get older, you know. RIght. I’ve been having dreams . When I wake up I’ve uh. P-produced slick. I– That hasn’t happened since I got on the suppressants years ago.” Eddie stammers through his words, his cheeks a bright pink and warm.
Dr. Mott remained his pleasant, professional self, nodding along as Eddie talked. “I can see why that’s concerning you, Mr. Diaz. I’ll take some blood samples and run some tests, but you do know those suppressants aren’t meant to be taken forever.”
“I know, but it was so sudden, it’s not like it’s been wearing off.”
“So, tell me when it started?” Dr. Mott asked, looking down at Eddie’s chart in his hands.
“I..yesterday. In the afternoon. There was an explosion at the research facility on Mayfield.”
“Stressful day? Maybe you should try taking some time off work. But, in the meantime, let’s get those blood tests.”
Eddie didn’t get a chance to mention the chemical, but they’d been told it wasn’t dangerous, so what was the point?
The blood tests come back fine. He’s healthy as can be and after some reassurance from multiple nurses and doctors that he does not smell like an Omega, he feels a little bit better when he leaves. The doctor was probably right, he was just tired and the stress of the day had gotten to him. It was surprising it hadn’t happened before now. He’ll just…push this all out of his mind and surely it’ll go away.
-
The next few days go pretty much exactly the same. Whenever he falls asleep, he wakes up the same way and dreams about the same thing. He wakes up, slick soaked and so fucking hard. He always dreams about Buck, Buck knotting him, Buck talking about pumping him full of pups, Buck calling him a good little Omega. It makes going to work pretty annoying. He was having this fuck nasty dreams about his best friend and then had to go to work the next day and look him in the eye like nothing was happening.
He thought he was doing a pretty good job of it until four days after the explosion.
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“Eddie, you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on. You’ve been weird around me for fucking days now.” Buck damn near growled as he cornered him in the locker room on the fourth day, leaving Eddie nowhere to run.
“I. Uh. Nothing’s going on, Buck.” Eddie wasn’t sure if it was whatever was going on with his suppressants or if Buck had just never used his Alpha voice on him before, but he was having a difficult time disobeying like it physically hurt him to lie to him.
That was fucking new.
“Thought we were past lying. Talk to me, man. Please,” Buck was practically pleading, and still, Eddie couldn’t.
“Buck I promise. I’m all good. Tonight is no good, but come over after work tomorrow. We’ll do a movie night or something. Chris decided he’s staying with Pepa until his cousins go home.”
“Alright. Okay, sounds good.” Buck agreed before stepping back and giving Eddie space and Eddie felt like he could fucking breathe again.
As it turned out, the universe had other plans.
-
“Diaz, what’s your location?” Bobby calls out into the walkie the next day on a call.
“South side, with Buck. Just packing up.” Eddie calls back, shouldering the walkie and crouching down, starting to gather their things when the radio goes off again.
“Negative. Get back to the engine. Now. That’s an order.”
With a look back to Buck, Eddie shrugs his shoulders and jogs back to the engine, finding Bobby.
“Hey, Cap, what’s–”
“You’re going home, Eddie.” Bobby said plainly, it was clear he wasn’t being given an option.
“Why? What’s going on? Is– Oh god, Christopher?!” Eddie’s heart started to race.
“No! No, no. Shit, sorry Eddie. No it’s..it’s the research facility. The one from the other day. Look, no one knew to tell you this since no one knows your status. I only just found out. The gas that was released has something to do with hormones; Omega hormones. The facility had to help some of the workers who were affected. I know you had your gear on, but I want you cleared before you come back. I don’t like the sound of what I've heard.” Bobby keeps talking, but Eddie’s not really listening.
It wasn’t his suppressants at all. It was that..bullshit at the facility. That stupid purple, swirling, sexy– wait, what?
Right, that was a weird thought.
-
Eddie moves in a daze as he’s loaded up into the front of the engine and made to wait while everyone finished up. He grabs his bag and heads straight home as soon as they get back, not saying a word to anyone. He wasn’t sure what Bobby was going to tell them, but he couldn’t be bothered at this point. He just didn’t have it in him.
Every bad thing that happens to him is because he’s a fucking Omega. He’s the family disappointment because of it, Shannon left because of it (if you asked Eddie), he’d gotten shot by a god damn sniper because his Omega urge to nurture was screaming at him that Charlie needed help, he got stuck in the well because he couldn’t leave a scared child. Every god damn thing was because of this stupid fucking status.
He was home now, laying splayed out on the couch, one leg hooked over the back of it and the other foot resting on the floor. Bobby said the facility would be calling to ask him some questions. So, he just laid there and waited. And waited.
Okay, really it had only taken two hours for them to call, but it felt like forever to him.
“Hello?” Eddie answered.
“Hi there! Is this Edmundo Diaz? This is Serenity with William’s Research Center.”
“Yeah, that’s me. I– They said you’d call. Is there something I should be worried about?” He couldn’t resist asking the question outright.
“I’ll be happy to answer any questions you might have, Mr. Diaz, but I have a few questions for you first. So that I can help you properly. Now, could you tell me what happened in the facility?”
“Uh, my partner and I, we went in and there was purple gas everywhere. It..moved..funny. I don’t know how to explain it. But..somewhere along the line my suit ripped. One of the workers pulled the tubes out of my oxygen mask. I uh. Well, I held my breath as best I could.”
“Okay, so it does sound like you may have been exposed to our chemical compound, Celestra. I understand your status is Omega and I see that you’ve been on some pretty high-dose suppressants for a number of years now. How do those usually work for you?”
“What is Celestra? What does it do?” He asks and when she doesn’t answer in the pause, he continues. “I get shots every three months, right before I would go into heat. I take a daily suppressant pill and a scent blocker pill. They usually work great. I haven’t had a real heat since my first. Haven’t had any since I joined the army. Uh at 18. I don’t..uh I don’t slick as much. Not very often. My scent is..gone. Everyone at work thinks I'm a Beta.”
“Oh, well, that’s quite a strong approach. But, I'm glad it worked for you. Is everything still working that well?” He could hear the tone of surprise, but he tried not to think too hard about it.
“Not..exactly. I’ve been..on edge, feeling like I’m getting sick or something? And..I’ve been having dreams and..well. The whole don’t usually slick thing went out the window. That started right after we got back from the facility.” Eddie was sitting up now, his elbows on his knees, resting forward. “Is this because of the chemical?”
“Well, Mr. Diaz. You’re quite the unique case here. This medication is still in the early testing phases. We’ve never tested it on a male Omega, or an Omega with a complex medical history like yours.”
“What was the drug for? What’s supposed to happen?”
“It’s designed for Omegas who have hormone deficiency. It’s designed to boost your hormones over time.”
“Okay, so, over many doses. I should..be good then, right? It won’t get any worse than this?” Eddie was finally starting to feel a little bit of relief in all this.
“It’s meant to build until you go into heat, I'm afraid. The chemical an Omega’s brain releases when in heat is the– well, antidote, if you will.”
“So…it’s going to keep getting worse until I go into heat and then I’ll be okay. How long is that supposed to take?”
“Mr. Diaz, if I’m honest with you I’m not sure. With the level of suppressants you’re on there’s no telling how long it could take. But if it takes too long it could cause some damage, so I’ll be checking in with you daily, answering any questions and monitoring the situation. Until then, you won’t be permitted to return to work, I’m afraid.”
“Great. Thanks. Appreciate it.” There were pleasantries exchanged after that, but Eddie had already checked out of the situation.
He was going to have to go into heat.
He called and spoke with Dr. Mott next and they decided it was best for Eddie to stop his daily pills. It would give him the best chance at actually having his heat and not having to wait too terribly long.
-
Stopping the pills had seemed like a great idea three days ago. He’d been a different person then; younger, naive. Now, he was miserable. He still wasn’t in heat, but it was like 13 years of hormone suppression catching up with him all at once. Which, it kind of was. He’d made the decision early on to send Chris to his abuela’s while he was getting through this and he was grateful. The first day, the day of the phone call, he’d just been uncomfortable. In the days since, how he felt has been more like a roller coaster, and right now, it was like he was stuck upside down in a loop. He was hot and he knew he was stinking up the place today.
The general discomfort he’d felt had him ignoring his phone, using it only to check in with Chris. Unfortunately, his best friend did not do well when he was ignored.
Eddie was lying in bed, curled up and sweating when he heard the knock at the door. He had no visitors planned and assumed it was a solicitor, so he ignored it. Until he heard the familiar voice shouting through it.
“Eddie! I know you’re in there, I'm coming in!” Buck shouted and Eddie scrambled up and out of bed, rushing to the door in a piss-poor attempt at keeping the door shut.
As soon as Buck entered, Eddie could see the way his body stiffened and he looked over to Eddie. “Do you have a girl over, Eddie?! Is that why-”
Eddie just stood there, shaking his head.
“It’s..you? You’re…you’re an Omega, Eddie?” Buck asked and Eddie finally looked up to meet his eyes. Eddie could barely see the blue of Buck’s eyes anymore, pupils blown wide and Eddie couldn’t look away anymore.
“I. Uh. Yeah. Buck you need. You have to leave. I can’t. You can’t be here.” Eddie wasn’t moving, though. He wasn’t making any moves to leave. He couldn’t. He could smell the Alpha all over Buck and it was short-circuiting his brain. “Just..look. Call me. I’ll explain.”
Luckily, Buck was stronger than Eddie at this point and backed out of the apartment and Eddie locked the chain lock as the door shut, just to be safe. He immediately felt calmer, like there wasn’t a bitch in heat trying to climb out from inside him.
It wasn’t even 10 minutes later and Buck was calling Eddie.
-
“Eddie, why didn’t you tell me? Tell any of us?!”
“Because, Buck. Jesus, d-do you understand the way people look at Omegas? Much less Omegas like me? I hate that shit, the way everyone looks at me like I'm weak, defective. I can’t..I can’t have that all day long while I’m working, okay?”
“Did anyone know? That could have been dangerous, man! Something could have happened to you! You could have been stuck with some rut-sick Alpha patient and gotten yourself hurt!” Buck sounded worried and something inside Eddie preened, but another part of him rolled his eyes.
“Bobby knew. He was careful, had me stay back on calls like that. I’m not an idiot Buck, just a fucking Omega, okay?”
“Hey, that’s not what I meant. I’m not..worried about you because you’re an Omega. I’m worried about you because you’re my best friend, Eddie.” Buck sounded, well, genuine.
“Sorry. Jesus. I’m just all fucked up right now. That chemical breach. It’s fucking with my suppressants. That’s why I haven’t been at work.”
“You should have never been allowed in there. Damn it, if someone had known.”
“It’s too late for that, just, I'll be fine, alright? I just have to..” Eddie pauses for a moment. “Let it ride out.”
“Ride out? But you smelled sick . Is it going to get worse?” That part of Eddie from earlier was preening again at how worried Buck sounded.
“I just have to go into heat, Buck. I have to be a fucking Omega and go into heat and ride it out and then I will hopefully be fine after. Hopefully my suppressants will work again and I'll be able to go back to work. But, I might not. Fuck.”
“ Oh .”
“Look, I’m exhausted. I’ll text you later.”
He hung up the call and felt worse than ever. He felt like he was getting whiplash. He understood what he’d been feeling, now. It was his inner Omega peeking through, all of those feelings he hadn’t felt in so many years; the joy of being worried about by an Alpha, the need to please his Alpha, the ache of not having one. But it wasn’t always there. Sometimes he was clear-headed Eddie, the same person he had been for years, the version of himself he was most comfortable with. The rest of the time, which would come on at the drop of a hat, everything seemed to fade out around a deafening, bone-deep ache to be a good Omega.
-
The next day was much of the same, Eddie spent it hot and sweaty in bed until the late afternoon when he felt well enough to schlep himself into the shower, rinsing off for the umpteenth time in the last few days, trying to ignore the slick feeling growing between his cheeks immediately after. He knows he has a message from Buck on his phone, but he’s not sure he’s ready to read it.
Instead, he spends half an hour deep cleaning his kitchen before finally answering.
Buck [1:53 pm] : You being an Omega doesn’t change anything eddie
You’re still my best friend and a damn good firefighter
Eddie [3:23pm] : Thanks Buck
Buck [3:34pm] : How are you feeling?
Eddie [3:44pm] : I’m fine
Buck [3:46pm] : How long do you think before it happens?
Eddie [3:50pm] : I don’t know. I haven’t had a heat in over 10 years
Don’t really remember how it goes anymore
Hopefully it happens soon
I’m just ready for it to be over
Buck [3:59pm] : Are you sure you’re gonna be okay Eddie?
It’s..hard isn’t it? To go through alone
Eddie [4:10pm] : I’m a big boy
I can handle it
Eddie’s phone is ringing before he can even set it down, so he settles in on the couch and answers it.
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“Buck, seriously, I’ll be fine. I hate it, but it’s not going to kill me.” Eddie tried to reassure him, despite sounding a bit worse for wear, but Buck was talking before Eddie had even finished.
“Look, I have some things to say and I need you to just..listen.” Buck pauses and Eddie stays quiet. “You are my best friend, my partner, and I. Fuck Okay. Let me start over. I know I said you being an Omega doesn’t change anything, but it kind of does. I mean It did in my head. I love you. I am stupid in love with you. I knew it before, but you never dated anyone. So I kind of assumed you weren’t interested in dating or-or sex. But I smelled you Eddie and oh my fucking god. I had-I had to tell you. You have no idea, I know it’s only been like four..five hours? But you have no idea. I thought I loved you before, but after getting your scent, fuck. Eddie, I'm obsessed.”
“Buck.” Eddie feels like he’s going to throw up. “It’s just the chemical, it makes my scent– all of my hormones stronger. That’s all it is. You don’t-. Once I’m normal again you won’t feel like this.” He’s going to be sick. Everything he’s ever fucking wanted to hear and he couldn’t believe it. It had to be the drug talking.
“No, I’m telling you, this isn’t new information to me. I was just able to, I don’t know, push it down before? Because I thought there wasn’t a chance, but. Well, I guess it’s presumptuous of me to assume that the reason you don’t date is because you’re an Omega and not because you’re ace or something.”
“Holy shit, Buck ! You love me!” Eddie interrupted him, fucking astonished.
“Yeah, I really d– Hey! Are you laughing?!”
“Not at you! Shit, sorry. I just am so fucking stupid sometimes. We were both fuckin’ walking around each other, crazy for each other, with no idea.”
“You– yeah?”
“Obviously, Buck.” Eddie’s trying his best to hold back another chuckle.
“Yeah?!” Buck’s voice is getting louder and Eddie can’t stifle the laugh.
“Yes. I love you, you idiot, think I have for years.”
“Let me come back over, oh my god, Eddie please.”
“Okay, Alpha. ” The growl that Buck let out in response had Eddie shivering.
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In an unbelievably short amount of time, there’s a knock at the door and the second Eddie opens it, Buck is on him, their lips sliding together as Buck backs him into the nearest wall. “I know I shouldn’t, not with the all this, should make sure you’re level headed.”
“Buck, I don’t care. Fuck, kiss me again,” Eddie practically pants into Buck’s mouth, they’re still so close and all Eddie can smell is a comforting, whiskey-rich scent pouring from Buck and it consumes him. He feels out of his fucking mind now, like all he can think about is Buck, Alpha, Buck, Alpha and oh .
Buck reaches up, hands holding either side of Eddie’s face as their lips meet again. “You smell. So fucking good. Like candied Christmas. Fuckin’ cranberries and pine and sugar, Jesus. ” He spoke between wet, sucking kisses, first against Eddie’s lips and then down his jaw, kissing and licking over the scent gland in Eddie’s neck. “Want you to smell like mine.”
“Alpha,” Eddie whimpers, his body relaxing, feeling boneless and hothothot , so fucking hot like his skin was on fire.
“Eddie, Omega , you..”
“Stay with me. Please, it’s happening soon, I can feel it. You can, too, can’t you?” Eddie’s breathless, back still flat against the wall. Something about Buck’s presence has kicked him into overdrive.
Buck nods, like it’s only just registered to him, his pupils blowing wide as he breathes Eddie in. “You do smell different than yesterday. Better, not sick, just so good. ”
“You have to stay, please, I can’t— not alone.” Eddie reached out, gripping two fistfuls of Buck’s shirt, prepared to beg, every Omega molecule in his body screaming for him.
Buck stared at him for a moment, a clear internal battle happening in his mind. “Fuck it,” he growled, capturing Eddie’s lips in a kiss that threatened to suck the breath out of him.
By the time they separate Buck looks like he wants to devour Eddie, and honestly, Eddie wants him to, and would do anything for his Alpha.
Hooking his hands under Eddie’s thighs, Buck hoists him up and starts making his way to the bedroom, Eddie’s legs licking around his waist. The movement brings the slick slide between his cheeks to the forefront of his attention and he whines, a sound he doesn’t think he’s ever made.
“Baby, I can smell how wet you are”, Buck asks and Eddie groans, covering his face after he’s tossed back on his bed.
And wow, being tossed onto the bed like he weighs nothing is something else. It made him feel small and dainty and all of the things he’d never wanted to feel before now.
“Don’t hide from me,” Buck demands, reaching up and pulling Eddie’s hands away from his face as he crawls over top of him, one leg slotted between Eddie’s thighs. “You’re done hiding shit from me, Eddie. I’m gonna strip you down, bare every inch of this pretty Omega skin, and worship it until all you smell like is me, so everyone knows I’m your fucking Alpha. Give you my knot, then I’ll give you my bite if you’ll let me.”
Knot. Bite. Mate. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes .
He should be worried about rushing into this, but his heat-addled brain didn’t care. He was nothing but pure Omega at this point. He wanted to be claimed, to be owned, to be loved .
“Yes, Alpha. Bite me. Knot me. I need it. Fuck,” Eddie groaned, rocking his hips up and grinding against Buck’s thigh.
Buck smirked down at him, pressing his thigh firmly against Eddie, feeling how hard he was beneath him and letting out a groan of his own. “I’ll take care of you, baby,” Buck says, breathless from just watching Eddie writhe beneath him before leaning down, attaching his lips around that scent gland in Eddie’s neck and sucking, hard .
It was like all of Eddie’s bones turned to liquid in an instant, nothing but a small whimper leaving his lips.
Buck’s hands were at Eddie’s sweats and boxers, pulling them down and off his legs, tossing them somewhere behind him while Eddie worked his own shirt off, suddenly suffocating in the material. He could smell himself the minute his clothes were tossed away, feel the way the cool air felt against the tacky slick on his ass, feel his hard cock twitching against his stomach now. He would have been embarrassed had it not been for the way Buck’s eyes stared at him, nostrils flaring as he sucked in Eddie’s pheromones, his pure arousal.
Eddie watched as Buck stared at him, looking like a predator who had just caught his prey.
In a flurry of movement so fast Eddie couldn’t comprehend what was happening, Buck had his hands on the backs of Eddie’s knees, pressing them up and down towards his shoulders, leaving Eddie spread wide and exposed before burrowing his face between Eddie’s legs, licking every smear of slick from Eddie’s skin.
“You taste so fucking good I’ve gotta-“ and Buck licks a wide stripe over Eddie’s wet hole, up over his balls and the length of his cock.
“Buck!” Eddie cries out, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Buck’s curls and tugging as Buck’s lips wrap around him, sucking him halfway down from
one moment to the next. “I-I’m, fuck! Not gonna last like this, please, oh my fucking god,” he babbled as Buck’s tongue laved over his burning hot cock.
“So cum,” Buck said, far too casually, fucking shrugging his shoulders before his head ducks back down, mouth finding Eddie’s slick hole again and sucking, one hand moving to stroke Eddie’s cock with fast, tight strokes.
Back arching sharply off the bed, Eddie keens, high in his throat as his orgasm smashes into him like a runaway train, cum painting his chest and Buck’s hand, a fresh ooze of slick rushing onto Buck’s tongue and oh fuck he was moaning into Eddie’s hole now.
“A-ah!” Eddie whines, hips wriggling in Buck’s grasp from oversensitivity, the hands in his hair trying to push Buck’s head back.
“ Stay. ” Buck growled into his skin and Eddie froze, that inner Omega of his rolling over to show his belly, ready and willing to do whatever his Alpha told him to. “Good boy,” is the last thing Buck says before his tongue is spearing Eddie’s hole, licking up every drop of slick he could find.
Eddie’s a mess. He can feel it, the cum on his chest, the slick between his cheeks, across his thighs, all over Buck’s face and the sound. Jesus, it’s filthy, obscene how wet he is. It had never been like this, even when Eddie masturbated, two fingers in his slick hole, he’d never been so messy.
He had never been through a heat, not a real one as an adult, he’d never been off the meds long enough. Hell, he’d only ever had sex with Shannon and that was nothing compared to this.
Buck was devouring his hole, his tongue fucking in and out of him, licking his insides while his lips sucked at his rim, lewdly sucking in all of Eddie’s potent slick.
Eddie’s cock is hard again, having hardly flagged from the first orgasm and fuck he wants to come again already.
“Please, Buck, I need, I need,” Eddie’s lost, words getting jumbled in his mind as fire burns through his veins. He’s rocking his hips up against Buck’s mouth and simultaneously trying to tug him away by his hair again, only managing to stay still for a short while.
“Never gonna get enough of you,” Buck says, face still buried in Eddie as he licks a final stripe over Eddie’s loose, fluttering hole before raising back up, Eddie’s hands sliding from his hair and down his chest. Eddie can see the slick glistening on his chin and all around his lips and while that would have made him feel shame before, he feels nothing but a burning claim, that’s his Alpha.
“So wet for me, you want my knot don’t you? Want your Alpha's knot locked up in that tight little hole, fucking you full of pups?” Buck asks, a smirk curling his lips as two fingers plunge into Eddie’s hole.
“I want it, need it— ah fuck!” Eddie’s back bows again, gripping onto Buck’s shirt, as Buck finds his prostate, rubbing slick circles around it.
“Cum for me again, Eds, you can have my cock once you cum again, baby, cum. ”
“Knot, knot, knot,” Eddie babbles as Buck’s fingers don’t let up, abusing his prostate and tearing his orgasm from him, ripping it from his body like it was his to have. “Shit!”
Eddie’s cock is shooting spurts of cum against his chest and belly again, untouched as Buck’s fingers keep working his prostate.
“That’s it, fuck you’re so good for me, so good for your Alpha,” Buck practically coos as he keeps working Eddie through it, abandoning the slick circles for soft taps that make Eddie feel like he’s got electricity shooting through him. His cock is weakly twitching, barely softening despite the two loads Buck has pulled from him.
Eddie’s shocked when he realizes he isn’t holding onto Buck’s shirt anymore. Well, he is, but only two shards of it that he had ripped free when he came. His eyes dart from Buck to the scraps of fabric in his hands and back again.
“My strong, desperate Omega,” Buck teases, finally easing fingers out of his hole. Eddie doesn’t mean to, but he whines at the loss and feels thick ribbons of slick sliding down the cleft of his ass as he clenches down on nothing.
“Knot,” Eddie whines and it’s all he can do, any sanity or sense he had left long gone.
Thankfully Buck seems to understand his desperation and he rips his tattered shirt off over his head and makes quick work of his pants and briefs, too, and oh my god.
Okay, Eddie had seen an Alpha’s cock before in porn, but it was nothing like seeing it in reality. Buck was long and so fucking thick, the head a fat mushroom cap, and had that dark rough patch at the base where his knot would inflate.
If he thought he was overcome with need before, he was so, so mistaken.
Eddie sits up, reaching to wrap his fingers around Buck’s cock, dragging a tight fist from root to tip, feeling the way the texture changed.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Buck groaned, his hands digging into the meet of Eddie’s thighs where he was kneeling between them.
“Please, Alpha .” Eddie whines, trying to line Buck up to his needy hole.
“Baby, fuck, I’ve gotta stretch you out. You’ve never, right?”
“N-never,” Eddie whined, letting out a gasp as Buck pushed three fingers into him.
“Won’t hurt you, gotta get you ready for your Alpha’s fat knot, yeah?” He was slower this time, not trying to get Eddie off. He spread his fingers as he moved, the feeling making Eddie lay back against the bed again, eyes falling closed.
“Hurry,” Eddie moaned. “Need your knot- Oh fuck! ”
Buck’s pinky finger was working into him now and Eddie was sure there was a puddle of slick in the palm of his hand, he could feel it splashing against his skin as Buck’s fingers worked in and out of him.
“Fuck,” Buck groaned, pulling his fingers out and wiping them onto the already slick-covered sheets. Eddie's eyes opened, catching Buck staring between his legs, eyes locked on his hole. He knows he’s open , he can feel it and he can’t stop clenching, whining when there’s nothing to grip.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Buck grinds out, teeth clenching as he lines up and finally presses his thick cock into Eddie.
“Fuck! Alpha!” Eddie was splitting in two. Holy shit. He was being ripped in half and it was the best thing he’d ever felt in his fucking life. “So full!”
Buck pulled his hips back until the fat head of his cock was snagging on Eddie’s rim before slamming forward, their hips meeting with a pornographic wet slap. “Wait until you get my knot, you think you’re full now?”
Eddie can’t answer, all of his words other than Alpha, please, knot completely fucked out of him, it’s all he can do to grip the sheets in tight fists and hold on.
Buck’s not taking it easy on him, his hips snapping against his ass at a relentless pace, fucking little whines and whimpers out of him, noises he’ll be ashamed of later, but now he can’t think of anything other than how his Alpha is giving him everything he needs. Well, almost everything.
It’s all so much and not enough. He feels his walls stretching around Buck, the way his cock can’t avoid Eddie’s sensitive prostate, but he wants more. No, he needs more. He needs that knot locked up against his rim, needs to feel Buck’s potent Alpha cum inside him.
“My perfect boy, taking my cock so fucking good. God, this hole , wish you could see it all stretched out around my dick, like it was fucking made for me.” Buck growls, the Alpha in his voice coming through more and more.
“Yours, all yours!” Eddie’s body felt like a rubber band pulled taut, like he was just waiting to be launched into space. One hand releases the sheets, moving to reach for his dripping, aching cock, but Buck slaps it away, stroking him instead.
“Let your Alpha take care of you, cum for me,” and Jesus Christ, Buck must have a direct connection with his cock because the minute he says it, Eddie’s spine is shoot up off the bed again in a high arch, more spurts of cum joining the mess on his stomach.
And it’s still not enough, his skin still feels burning hot and he needs more, more, more.
Buck doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down. He takes his hand off of Eddie’s sensitive dick, but he keeps thrusting, slamming against Eddie’s prostate and oh fuck . That’s the knot. It’s just starting to swell, catching and tugging at Eddie’s rim with each thrust.
He’s never taken a knot, not even one of those knotting dildos they sell for unpaired Omegas. He’d always been too embarrassed, too convinced he didn’t need it.
But oh fuck he needs it. He needs it more than air, more than anything else in the whole fucking world right now. He’s going to die if he doesn’t get this knot, he just knows it.
“B- uck !” Eddie cries out as Buck folds him over more, his knees now fully bouncing against his shoulders as Buck ploughs into him.
“Gonna knot you, my pretty little Omega. Fuck, gonna make you swell with my pups, keep you home and knocked up all the time.”
The knot is getting so fucking big now, Eddie can really feel the way his hole tries to stretch over it before Buck pulls back to repeat the motion.
“Please!” Eddie’s face feels wet and it takes him a moment to realize he’s crying, sobbing with need. “Knot me, bite me, Alpha breed me !”
Buck has to really snap his hips now, burying himself so fucking deep in Eddie as his knot fully inflates, locking him inside Eddie’s tight, wet heat. He lets out a howl, one that sounds unlike anything Eddie’s ever heard from Buck and then there were teeth sinking into his neck.
And Eddie screams. At least, he thinks that sound must be him, as Buck's teeth are buried into his skin, marking him, claiming him as his own.
He feels the splash of cum on his stomach again, but he can’t even comprehend that he’s cumming because Buck’s knot is so fucking big, stretching him so fucking wide, and he’s cumming. There’s so fucking much and it’s so fucking hot inside him.
And his body finally relaxes a bit. It’s still not enough, he’ll need more later, but he has real thoughts in his head now; other than just Alpha and knot .
When Buck lifts his head to meet eyes with Eddie, he can see the glint of blood on his teeth and he can’t help but arch his neck up and meet Buck in a filthy kiss that tastes of copper, arousal, and them . Experimentally, Eddie clenched down around the knot locked just past his rim and Buck gasped sharply and Eddie could feel another spurt of cum painting his walls.
“S’so fuckin’ big,” Eddie slurs.
“And you took it so well, baby. A perfect Omega. My perfect mate, Eddie.” Buck leans down to kiss him again, softly this time. “And you’ll take it again later. Bet you’re gonna be begging for it again before long.”
Buck was right. His knot had barely deflated before Eddie was no longer satiated, making him desperate for it once again.
He took it twice more before finally being lulled to sleep. He needed to shower, his front covered in an obscene amount of his own dried and fresh cum and his backside covered in slick and Buck’s cum, the bedsheets more wet than dry at this point. The best Buck could convince him to do was let him change the sheets around him and wipe him down with a warm, wet cloth.
“Love you,” Eddie murmured as Buck wiped the last of his spend from his chest.
“Love you, too, Eds.”