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It was spring, early and cool and beginning to become bright again. The breeze invited the scent of newly bloomed flowers through open windows and doorways, and brushed past the long hair of pretty omegas walking through the monastery. It was the season for gardening, for picnics, for long walks and riding horses. It was at this time of year that alphas looked for an omega to court now that they were off the back of larger coupling holidays. While mating seasons weren’t necessarily a thing in this day in age, it was still fairly normal for single alphas, with a less committed personality, to seek a mate during a time where they weren’t expected to dedicate themselves to marriage or marking. Perhaps love wasn’t in the air, so to speak; but lust certainly was. And, with that, came many stupid alphas with stupid boners tossing their favors at single omegas with the intention of fun, and… unfortunately for them, Felix Fraldarius was none too keen on fulfilling their bizarre fantasies.
Felix must have shot down a dozen alphas in the first two weeks of spring. Each one more desperate than the last, and each one not even close to his type… which was a mystery to Felix himself, however he still knew what it wasn’t.
Upon leaving the training grounds on one particularly sunny afternoon, Felix was stopped by a fellow student. Tall, dark hair, bright eyes. Felix scowled at him as he sauntered over to the omega with a smile. “Hey Felix, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner tonight?” He asked, with a sureness to himself that he was impressive and desirable. “I made some reservations for a gorgeous restaurant in town, and-”, he was cut off abruptly.
“No.” Was Felix’s sharp, cold reply. Like steel to skin, the alpha before him looked stunned and wounded. “Now, get out of my way. I’m busy.” As the omega went to push past him, the alpha grabbed his hand in an attempt to keep him near, to force Felix to hear whatever else he had to say.
“Is there a reason why?” He asked, suddenly much less confident than he was just a moment ago. “I already made the reservation, and I’ll pay, so couldn’t you at least go with me?” He was pleading, with his voice a harsh whisper so that no passersby could hear the desperation in his voice.
“I already said no.” Felix scowled, glared. But a looming shadow behind him was what truly made the alpha wilt and release the omega’s hand from his grasp. Looking over his shoulder, Felix already knew that Sylvain was behind him. Felix could see the tense clench of Sylvain’s jaw, the way he pursed his lips in frustration, and how his eyes squinted in judgment. It wasn’t abnormal, truly. Felix didn’t normally talk to anyone outside of his circle, their circle. “Sylvain.” Felix greeted the alpha at his back with no more than the briefest of eye contact.
A strong, familiar hand gently guided Felix a pace back, and Sylvain stepped between his friend and the alpha accosting him. “He said no.” Sylvain had a growl in his voice, rumbling at the center of his chest. “Go ask someone else.” Alpha voice dripped from his tongue like a sickening syrup; it made Felix shiver every time he heard it, whether it was directed at him or not. And, once the student stumbled away without any apology, Sylvain turned around to smile sweetly to his best friend.
“You’re so annoying.” Felix scoffed while turning on his heel, heading in the direction of the baths. “I always tell you to stay out of my business, and yet you insist on butting in anyway.”
Sylvain was right on his heel, with arms stretched overhead to loosen the tenseness in his shoulders. “I only butt in because I care.” He said, smiling still. “If I didn’t, then who would protect you from all the creeps and weirdos who want in your pants?” Sylvain expertly sidestepped Felix’s poorly hidden attempt to step directly on the toe of his riding boot, and then followed in pace beside him. “You can ignore me all you like and pout all you want, but I know you’re thankful. You’re so welcome, by the way. My job is so tough, trying to juggle omegas and also trying to make sure no alphas get hot with you.”
“... You’re so annoying.” Felix rolled his eyes, tired and exasperated.
“You already said that.” Sylvain sounded cocky, like he won the argument.
“Shut up.” Felix wasn’t as sharp as he’d have liked to be in the moment, but admittedly, he found it hard to be genuinely annoyed at Sylvain during the current situation. “You’re always in my business when you know I don’t need to be babysat. Do I look like I’m a child?”
“No, but sometimes you throw a temper tantrum like one.” Sylvain got the most heated glare from Felix at that, and the alpha held up his hands as a sign of mercy. “ Please don’t stab me, I have plans tonight!” He begged, playfully, as the omega turned up the stairs to the baths.
Students and faculty frequented the baths much later in the day, so Felix was pleased to see that it was largely unoccupied when he stepped foot through the door. “Plans with some self-hating omega, I’m sure.” Felix had half a mind to throw the door shut in Sylvain’s face when the alpha gagged out a hurt, offended gasp.
“Omegas love me, Felix!” Sylvain looked hurt, however, it wasn’t genuine. It was playful, insincere like all things that Sylvain did. “No omega who spends time with me would hate themselves, I promise you that much.”
Felix rolled his eyes yet again while he undressed himself in preparation for a much needed hot bath. He set his shoes nicely in his cubby, and began to neatly fold his shirt. “And yet they all run and cry when you break their hearts, and it happens again and again without end. Seriously, what do you gain from that?” Felix unbuckled his belt and began removing his pants.
“I get nothing out of the tears of a beautiful omega.” Sylvain almost sounded gallant, like a knight in shining armor. Felix almost laughed. “But, serious talk, I don’t know why they get upset when I make it clear that I’m an alpha for the people.” Sylvain tossed his pants and underwear into the basket and leaned against the cubbies as he waited for Felix. “Like, I dunno, how hard is it to understand that I’m not trying to be tied down to a single person?”
Felix kicked off his own underwear and set it in his basket, then raised an eyebrow at Sylvain. “It might be because you make them think you’re so in love with them, but then blindside them with the fact that you’re not? As far as I’m aware, you rarely ever say it up front to anyone. You wait until they’re in too deep.” The omega turned toward the door, leading to the room with that much needed spring of hot, amazing water. “It’s a bit scummy, I think.” Felix was quick to step into the water, and he was thankful that only Sylvain was present to hear him purr at the warmth on his skin.
“Scummy!” Sylvain gasped, scandalized as he followed behind Felix. “I’m nothing of the sort. Don’t call me that.” He watched Felix sit and lounge back in the water, and a frown slowly settled on his lips. The alpha walked through the water and leaned down to splash Felix’s face, then Sylvain seated himself while the omega sputtered. “... you actually think I’m scummy?”
Felix could groan so loudly from that. “ No, I don’t think you’re scummy. I just think that you’re very disingenuous with your feelings and, because you’re just… the way that you are, I think you use people.” He shrugged, unsure of how else to say it. “And I get it, because you have your whole thing about your crest, but you could stand to be less of a diabolical flirt and serial dater.” Beside him, Sylvain had this awful little pout on his lips. He looked pathetic, but also… Felix would be lying if he said that it didn’t pull on his heartstrings. He could never hate this man, hard as he tried to over the years. “I just think that you could stand to date less and find some emotional fulfillment elsewhere.”
“I mean this in the least disrespectful way possible, Fe. But that’s some rich advice coming from you.” Sylvain had to laugh at the look he got, the piercing glare and the twitching upper lip that Felix had. “Hey, it’s fair game right now!” He leaned back in the water and sighed, effectively hiding the mild upset that came with his bad habits being called out. “I think you could probably loosen up and find a boyfriend of your own, Fe.”
“Oh, could I?” If Felix rolled his eyes anymore than he already had today, they’d probably pop out of his skull. “And what makes you say that?”
Shrugging, Sylvain hummed in thought. “I mean… do I have to say it?”
“If you valued our friendship, then perhaps.” Felix wasn’t looking at him, and instead was prioritizing his own peace by submerging himself further into the water so that only his neck and above were exposed.
It took a moment, where Sylvain simply massaged the back of his neck with one hand, thinking hard about what he should say. There was a thin line to tread with Felix, and while Sylvain knew that he could say very little to genuinely risk their friendship, the alpha still didn’t want to make his dearest friend mad at him. However, he was already at the threshold of this topic, and decided that he needed to just say it and risk the consequences. “Well. For one, you’ve never been in love. I think, honestly, I’d like to see you be happy with someone. And secondly, you’re a virgin, and I’d also like to just see what you’d be like if you could release all that excess stress from your body. Maybe you’d go back to being all happy and sweet all the time, yeah?”
Felix turned, staring at him. Sylvain’s face turned red from the unyielding heat that Felix’s gaze was just blasting into the side of his head. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve.” The omega sat up, fully faced Sylvain, and growled. “You, who drives any alpha who speaks to me away, wants me to get laid? To get mated?” Felix was gobsmacked at the very idea of it. “Like, twenty minutes ago, the same thing happened!” He felt almost speechless, sputtering stupidly over the concept. “I don’t even like these guys! They’re full of themselves, useless, awful in combat, and they’re…” Felix, again, stumbled through various noises of confusion. “They aren’t even my type! None of them have been!”
Sylvain stared, one eyebrow cocked up. “Not your type?” He asked, because truly that was a foreign idea in his mind. “Not a single alpha who’s approached you… is your type?” He asked again, letting the words settle on his tongue.
“None.” Felix nodded. “Not a single one of them. I find them all to be repulsive.”
“That can’t be real.” Sylvain laughed. “There’s someone you like, there has to be.”
“I never said there wasn’t.” Felix growled again, small and without much bite. “I just haven’t met that person yet. Some people never do, and some people don’t like anyone! None of it is your business anyways.”
Some silence settled awkwardly between them after that. Felix turned his back to Sylvain and stood from the bath in search of a washcloth so that he could scrub the sweat from his skin now that he’d soaked long enough. Sylvain watched with interest. His eyes trailed over Felix’s legs and upwards, before the alpha turned his head away. He didn’t like the way he felt so drawn to Felix as of late. They’ve always only ever been best friends, with nothing romantic having ever formed between them. Felix was immune to the allure that Sylvain carried, which caused nearly every omega to swoon and fall to their knees for him. But… Sylvain considered that, maybe, he was becoming attracted to Felix because of how unattainable he was. No one could deny him like Felix could, and Sylvain would never be so content with that idea if it weren’t for the fact that it was Felix . It was fine, in fact, because Sylvain would never want to cross that line… right?
He turned to look at the omega again. Felix’s arms were stretched in the air as he popped the tightness from his body, back arched and head back. Felix looked like a cat extending his entire body, and Sylvain was so powerless to look away. There were curves that he’d never seen before, slopes and edges that were new. Felix was a vision to him, and the thought finally entered Sylvain’s mind: I don’t want anyone to have him. It was like a whip crack against his brain, or an electric shock to his heart. What was that? Sylvain cupped some water in his hands, and splashed it over his face in an attempt to slow down the racing thoughts that were becoming too much to handle. He couldn’t possibly want Felix, right? Right??
… but wouldn’t he be proving Felix right, if he did? Sylvain looked back over to Felix when the omega was stepping back into the bath, and oh sweet merciful Goddess, what the fuck? Felix made eye contact with the alpha as he stepped back in, and somehow… Sylvain loved to see Felix at that angle, glaring down at him in something not too far removed from disgust. The flat expanse of his stomach, the petite breasts, and between his legs… Sylvain snapped his eyes back up at the realization that Felix had been watching him stare like an animal at his exposed body.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Felix asked, standing still.
“Nothing.” Sylvain croaked, weakly. “... ‘m sorry.”
Felix’s skin shivered when Sylvain looked away, voice so soft and weak. “... I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but stop that.” It was hard for Felix to find the will to sit back in the water, to break this tension. He couldn’t force himself to move no matter how badly he wanted to. He felt stuck there, at the mercy of Sylvain’s lustful gaze. “I. I don’t know what’s happening right now.” He admitted, flush covering his cheeks and shoulders.
Sylvain swallowed hard, making eye contact with Felix. “I don’t either.” He reached out to take Felix’s hand, and stood. “Are you in heat?” he asked, voice a whisper.
Their eyes locked for a long, intense moment while Felix mulled the question over in his mind. “I might be?” He whispered back. “I think I am. Oh… no, I shouldn’t be -”
“I’m taking you to your room.” Sylvain pulled Felix from the bath in a rush. “You must have forgotten to take your suppressants, yeah?” He asked, pulling a towel over Felix’s body to help him dry. “Did you forget?” He asked again once Felix began to sway to the side.
There was a strange feeling of delirium that Felix felt as his skin was gently dried of any dampness, and he inhaled an overpowering scent of alpha. “I… thought I took it, but maybe not.” He felt dizzy, like he’d stood in the steam for too long. “This is too much…” He sighed, and his momentary feeling of weightlessness had Sylvain hauling him towards the nearest bench or stool that Felix could sit on. He swayed side to side as Sylvain dressed him, and Felix opened his eyes to stare when Sylvain hurriedly did the same for himself. There was a delightful prize that lay between Sylvain’s thighs, and Felix’s heat-muddled mind nearly convinced him to reach out and grab it; however, Sylvain pulled his pants up before that thought got the better of him.
“Okay, stand up and walk with me.” Sylvain helped the omega to his feet, and Felix purred all too loudly as he leaned against his chest. “Oh, this is so weird. Okay.” Taking a deep breath, Sylvain felt like he was becoming drunk on Felix’s scent.
There was quite a bit of effort involved in getting Felix to walk out of the baths, down the stairs, and towards a completely different set of stairs that led them to their dorms. And, unfortunately for the both of them, Felix being in heat did not go unnoticed by a single student passing them by. Felix kept swaying in and out of Sylvain’s arms, eyes barely open as he was guided entirely by the alpha alongside him. He was purring, blushing, smiling even. And, thankfully for the both of them, Sylvain at least had some ability to still be conscious of their surroundings. It didn’t make resisting Felix any easier, but at least Sylvain wasn’t about to bend him over the nearest flat surface and mount him. He may be an animal, but Sylvain wasn’t a monster.
Opening the door to Felix’s room, Sylvain hoisted him up and sat him on his bed. “Okay, you’re gonna stay here.” Sylvain said, voice stern. “I’m going to get Manuela, and see if there’s something to help you out.” He felt Felix’s hands on his waist, sliding down to his belt. “Stop that. You don’t want this.” The alpha growled as he pushed Felix’s hands away.
“You don’t know that.” Felix pouted. “Can’t you stay? Scent me or something?” His voice was soft and breathless, and there was no ability to focus his vision on anything but Sylvain’s own eyes. “Scent me, scent me, my neck hurts, please scent me…”
He sounded pathetic, weak. Unlike himself. “I…” Sylvain groaned, loudly, before sitting beside Felix on his bed. “Okay, I’ll scent you, but then I’m going.”
“Thank you,” Felix tugged on his shirt, unable to pull it off, “thank you, help me -” He whimpered when Sylvain pulled his shirt back over his head, and the cool air swept over the omega’s heated skin again. He moaned softly when Sylvain’s calloused fingers grazed over the swollen scent glands on either side of Felix’s jaw, and he leaned closer into the alpha.
Sylvain leaned in after a moment of caressing the scent glands, helping to loosen their tension and ease that delightful, intoxicating heat scent. He angled himself, nosing at the scent gland on Felix’s right side first. Inhaling only made him shake, moan soft against Felix’s neck. They’d scented each other so many times over the years, as was generally common between friends and family. But this was another beast; this was sexual, like scenting a partner or a mate. There was intention behind Felix asking to be scented, and Sylvain knew that. An omega in heat asking to be scented was an omega who wanted more from the alpha rubbing his neck against his. Sylvain’s hands slid down to Felix’s waist and repositioned him until he was just barely in his lap. From there, he rubbed more deeply against Felix’s neck, dragging soft noises of relief and pleasure from the omega. It was hard to keep his lips away, too. Sylvain wanted to bite and lick and kiss all over Felix’s neck, wanted to drag more sweet sounds from him.
“You smell so sweet,” Sylvain moaned, and Felix whimpered in reply. “I can’t believe how good your scent is… has it always been like this? Or is it the heat?” He pulled away, and dipped to Felix’s left side to rub against the gland there.
Felix’s head tilted back and he arched into Sylvain. He was growing wetter by the minute, and Sylvain’s scenting was only making him want more and more. “Mmh, more…” Felix whispered. His hands slowly trailed up Sylvain’s back, grabbing at his shirt and tugging weakly against it. “Undress.” He nuzzled into Sylvain’s neck, kissing at the alpha’s scent glands and dragging teeth over top of it. “Undress, Sylvain, please.”
“I can’t do that.” Sylvain’s hands squeezed at Felix’s waist. “Can’t, not with you.” He moaned, pulling Felix further into his lap as they continued. “You don’t want that with me, I promise.”
“You can’t decide that for me.” Felix pulled away, eyes fluttering shut as his hips rolled against Sylvain’s. “I want it, I want you.” He gasped when Sylvain mindlessly lifted his hips, grinding to meet Felix’s. “You do too, don’t you?”
Holding back a growl was impossible for Sylvain. He pressed his forehead against Felix’s in an attempt to ground himself, but he could feel himself growing harder beneath the omega’s ass. “It isn’t about what I want.” He said. “I’m not the guy you wanna be with, Fe.”
Warm hands lifted to cradle Sylvain’s cheeks, and slowly Felix tilted his head down to kiss him. Sylvain’s lips were warm, soft, free of any chap or cracks. It was like kissing silk. “If it isn’t you, then I’ll go find the first alpha who wants me out there.” It was a clear threat, even if it was said with no malice or irritation in Felix’s tone.
Sylvain squeezed Felix’s waist tighter. “Don’t just settle for any guy.” He growled, pressing his forehead against Felix’s again. “... it should be someone you care about, someone you’ve gotten to know, someone who will treat you right.”
“Isn’t that you?” Felix smiled, and held eye contact with Sylvain while the alpha allowed those words to simmer in his mind.
“It shouldn’t be.” Sylvain whispered.
“I don’t know who else it could be.” Felix swayed from side to side, eyes falling shut. “If it isn’t you, then it’ll be someone I don’t care about, someone who doesn’t care about me past my body.”
“I’m not letting you do that.” Sylvain laid Felix back against the bed with a growl ripping from his chest. The very idea of someone else, someone who didn’t love Felix, mounting him? Breeding him? Knotting or marking him? It lit some sort of fire inside of Sylvain. Gone were the plans he had made for the evening, with an omega whose name he didn’t even remember anymore. Now all he saw was Felix, laid back and hair fanned out against the bed. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took, and soft breasts tempted Sylvain to kiss and suck. His body was lovely and warm, somehow so thin despite how strong Felix was. He was perfect, and he was all Sylvain’s. “I’ll give you whatever you need, Fe.” He said, finally, before pulling his shirt off and unbuckling his belt.
“Yes,” Felix gasped, hands reaching forward to take Sylvain’s shirt now that it was removed, “I’m so happy, so happy…” Inhaling the scent, Felix purred against the fabric as he watched Sylvain wiggle out of his pants and underwear again. It was so different than it was at the baths; he could see the length of this alpha so clearly now, in a light that made Felix’s own cocklet twitch between his legs. And with that, Felix urged the alpha to remove his pants for him, and there was so much delight and butterflies when Felix watched Sylvain toss the clothing to the corner of the room.
Sylvain exhaled hard when he laid his cock against Felix’s hip bone, seeing the sheer difference in their sizes right against each other. “What are you doing to me, Fe…” He rubbed his hands over his face, pushing his hair back with a frustrated noise. He felt hot, from his chest to his balls, just unbelievably hot. His hands returned to Felix’s waist, yanking his hips up to rest against his upper thighs, and Felix purred and purred all the while.
Felix’s face had grown red, and a lazy but comfortable smile was at his lips. “Not doing anything that you didn’t always want me to do.” He chuckled. “So wet, Syl. Hurry up.”
“Goddess, shut up…” Sylvain’s cock twitched, and Felix laughed at him. “What? Is this funny to you?” He asked, moving his hands away from Felix’s waist, and pushing his thighs apart. “Is this just super fucking hilarious to you, you evil little demon?” Sylvain was growling, looking at Felix’s slick hole resting so nicely beneath his dick and balls.
Felix moaned, surprised and also excited by the sudden presentation of himself. “Sylvain…!” His eyes were wide when the alpha lifted Felix’s hips up further, until the omega’s back was touching Sylvain’s knees and thighs, and his hole was met by a hot, experienced tongue. “Sylvain!?” Felix yelped, loudly, and his arms flailed a bit with complete uncertainty. But… it felt so nice.
Sylvain moaned against Felix’s hole, lapping his tongue against it over and over. Possessive growls escaped him as he nosed at Felix’s balls in between deep, hungry licks against his cunt. “So fucking good,” he hiked Felix up a bit further. “I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner.” His voice was low, dripping with that familiar alpha tone. Felix was whining beneath him, moaning at this new sensation. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby.”
“Please,” Felix’s back arched, “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…” He cried out, hands reaching up to tugs on Sylvain’s hair. “Fuck you, this is…!” His eyes widened when Sylvain folded him in half, and for a brief moment, their eyes met again. The alpha’s eyes were dark, intense, half-lidded with desire. “This… is…” Felix felt weak. He held his legs over his head in this new position, watched eagerly as Sylvain licked and kissed and tore into his cunt like he was a starving man. “I need you inside me, I need you to fuck me full.” He whimpered and whined, eyes rolling back when his orgasm hit him.
“Good boy.” Sylvain pulled away from his new favorite place, and kissed up Felix’s limp, spent body. “So good for me, baby. Look at you.” He punctuated this with a kiss to Felix’s lips, which the omega eagerly returned back with his own. “Keep your legs up like that, princess. I’ll give you what you need.” The alpha breathed heavily at how his omega’s unfocused eyes stared up at him. How Felix’s breathing was so heavy, how his cocklet was limp between his legs, and how his real prize was so, so wet and waiting to be filled.
“It’s so hot… I’m so hot…” Felix’s voice was soft, so soft that Sylvain wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t so close to him.
“I know you are, darling.” Sylvain pressed a finger inside of Felix with a lopsided smile. “I’m gonna fix it for you, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He pushed in slow and deep, then found a nice pace to thrust it in and out of his omega. “Good?”
“Mmhm, good.” Felix nodded as the delirium following his first orgasm slowly faded. “Little deeper.” He whispered, eyes locked with Sylvain’s.
“Little deeper?” Sylvain pushed in a bit more, and smiled when Felix let out a long, sweet moan. “Ah, there it is.” He chuckled mischievously as he tortured Felix with pokes and prods against his previously untouched prostate. “That’s where I’ll hit you, every time.” Sylvain leaned down to kiss Felix again, and again, and once more before sitting back up. “Want a second one?” He asked.
Nodding, Felix sighed sadly when Sylvain pulled his finger out so that he could push back inside with a second. “D’you do this every time?” He asked, brain clear of fog for the time being. “Fingering, foreplay stuff.”
“Of course I do.” Sylvain smiled. “The pleasure of my omega is always my priority.” He idly thrust his fingers in and out, while intentionally avoiding Felix’s prostate.
“Mmh… maybe that’s why they all fall in love with you.” His lashes fluttered when Sylvain pushed into his prostate again, eyes falling shut with a moan.
“Don’t tell me that you’re falling for me already, babe.” Sylvain had the widest grin on his lips as he said it, but slowly it faded down when those pretty moans worked their way into his brain. “... don’t just fall for any guy who eats your pussy, Fe.” He said, finally, before removing his fingers again.
Felix sighed with the emptiness. “C’mon…” His chest felt heavy, and his stomach was feeling hot. “I’ve never fallen for anyone, so…” He breathed in, watching Sylvain slap the tip of his cock against Felix’s balls. “... will it fit inside?” Felix asked, but the heat was bubbling up hotter than the last time. There was unease, but also excitement. Curiosity, desire, hunger.
“It’ll fit.” Sylvain smiled as he kissed his tip to Felix’s wet, dripping pussy. “It always fits, Fe. Trust me, I know how to prep you for me.” Slowly, the new influx of heat scent reached him as he pushed the head just past the rim. “There it is… good boy, so good.” His voice was sweet, soft, delicate as Felix was beginning to become wracked with his heat as the seconds went by.
“Ah, I’m…” The omega was glad he was laying back, because he knew he’d be swaying and falling over if he wasn’t. “I’m good…?” He asked, just wanting to hear it again.
“So good.” Sylvain answered him, gently. “My good boy.” He repeated it as he sank himself inside, deeper. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch. “Hah, so warm and tight, baby… so good, I can’t believe I haven’t tasted you before tonight.”
“More.” Felix reached up for Sylvain’s face, pulling him down. “More. Please, go deeper.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not even halfway in. I can go much deeper.” Sylvain’s hungry growl was like fuel to Felix’s fire, and they met in a long, drawn out kiss as Sylvain continued his drive inside.
It was all tongue and teeth, really. But intercut with soft pecks, needy moans, and Sylvain’s constant words of praise. Felix was weak, burning away beneath Sylvain and within his hands. Felix felt so safe there, folded in half as Sylvain worked himself into that proper mating press position to keep his omega happy and content. Felix’s eyes were watering, his lungs felt tight, his stomach so hot, his skin made of sandpaper and his bones made of barbed wire, until Sylvain bottomed out inside. Balls happily pressed against Felix’s ass, hips flush together, and suddenly it felt like never before. Felix felt like his bones were cotton and his skin was linen, his insides radiating a comfortable warmth and his mind completely white and blank.
“That’s my boy.” Sylvain smiled. “See? Look at how good you did, baby. Took it all inside.” He pulled back slowly, then thrust back inside even slower. “Pressed right up against that good spot, too. I know it’s a little overwhelming right now, but it’ll be okay. I got you, Felix.” He peppered little kisses around the omega’s face, lips, and neck while he continued to gently hump in and out of Felix. It was with great patience that Sylvain didn’t go right into his idiotic, senseless fucking. He wanted to make love to Felix, the right way, the way that someone like Felix deserved to be loved for his first time. “How do you feel?”
Felix breathed slowly. It took far too long for Sylvain’s words to reach him. “Hot… feels hot…” He whispered as his hole clenched around Sylvain, urging him back inside whenever he pulled out, and begging for him to stay once he was seated completely back inside. “Knot me?”
Those words felt like hot needles against Sylvain’s back. “Yeah.” He whispered, grinding down while fully inside. “Knot you. I’ll knot you. Get you pregnant.” He growled.
Felix smiled, feeling soft and fond. “I’ll carry your pups for you, Sylvain.” His voice sounded so light and dreamy, so unlike the Felix that everyone at the monastery knew. “I want to. Knot me. Please knot me, please knot me, please… ”
Sylvain knew that the heat was back completely with that, and it was driving itself into his primal alpha brain with every delightful noise that Felix made. “Fuck, I’ll get you so pregnant, babe. How many? How many do you want?” He positioned himself just right, a proper mating press, and just fucked. Sylvain felt so stupid, so at the mercy of Felix below him. It was pointless to ask him anything, too; Felix was gone to the world. His whole body had fallen limp beneath Sylvain’s thrusts, and he had this stupid smile the entire time. His sweet voice grew louder, his whines more desperate, and it was driving Sylvain off the edge. “ Fuck babe, just get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant. ”
Sylvain couldn’t possibly fuck Felix any harder. He pulled out, needed a new position. Felix’s disappointed whine didn’t fully register for him, either. Sylvain tossed Felix on his stomach, flat against the bed, and slid back inside to the hilt of his length. “You’re so fucking good, Felix.” Sylvain growled, voice dripping with alpha . “Gonna give you what you want, so good for me, so good for me…” One hand gently wrapped around Felix’s neck and urged him to look to the side, so that they could share another kiss. Sylvain felt like an animal, a demon sent from hell just to fuck Felix and knock him up. “Gonna knot.” He warned, and pulled on Felix’s hair so that he could look into his eyes when he did. “Do you want it, darling? My knot?” He asked behind bared fangs and within possessive, obsessive growls.
“Yes!!” Felix’s voice was loud, his eyes wide, and a smile so happily painted on his face. “I want it!! Knot me!!”
“Gonna knot you until you’re carrying mine.” Sylvain felt dark, sinister, grinning wolfishly down at Felix as his knot swelled at the base of his cock. “You’ll be so pretty, princess. Carrying my pups, knowing I did this to you. Everyone will know I did this to you.” He panted, kissing Felix at the same instance he forced his knot inside.
There was a moment of reverent silence, where Felix and Sylvain both breathed against each other’s lips. Hovering around their last kiss, bleary eyed and minds completely empty of anything but the feeling. The feeling of Sylvain’s knot inside, just pouring his hot cum into Felix. Felix took it all perfectly, and he felt a swell inside him from it all. It was so warm, so tight, so close, so tender. Felix wasn’t conscious of his second orgasm, but it didn’t really matter to him. He had received exactly what he wanted from Sylvain, and that’s all he truly cared about.
It was a long couple of minutes before either of them did anything outside of being slack-jawed with their eyes shut, just soaking in the feeling of the best orgasm any two humans could have ever experienced together. Or, at least, that’s what Sylvain thought when he fully came to.
“How are you feeling, Felix?” He asked, voice gentle again, while adjusting the weight of himself against the omega beneath him. “No pain? No discomfort?”
“Mmh…” Felix’s breath was shaky from the sensation of cum still being emptied into him. “Feels so amazing…” He moaned, and Sylvain kissed the back of his neck with an amused little chuckle.
“Good. I’m glad it does.” Sylvain whispered again, kissing his neck. “You were so good, Fe. Good boy, so good for me tonight.” He smoothed his hands up and down Felix’s sides as he spoke, soothing any tension or unease from the omega’s body. “You should rest for a little while, before we do this again.”
“Don’t wanna.” Felix snapped back rather weakly. “Wanna keep going…” He choked back an uncomfortable noise when he tried to move. He was stuck in place by Sylvain and his big, stupid knot.
“Sorry, darling, but I’m gonna be a little while here.” Sylvain truly couldn’t help but laugh. Though, seeing the uncomfortable position that Felix was in, he did his best to maneuver them both onto their sides, with Felix still tied to Sylvain. “This better?”
“Much better.” Felix said, turning his upper body just enough to be able to smile up at Sylvain. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” There was love in his eyes, and Sylvain felt so weak to it. “How long do your heats usually last?” He asked, and without much thought to it, Sylvain reached out to caress Felix’s stomach.
“Dunno.” Felix purred, eyes falling shut again. “I haven’t had them since I presented the first time. Could be a week for all I know. Isn’t that the normal length?” He asked, setting both of his hands against Sylvain’s, which still caressed his belly so gently.
“I think a week is normal.” Sylvain shrugged. “Either way, I’ll be here.” He kissed Felix’s shoulder, and slowly dragged his teeth against the soft, silky skin there. If it weren’t for the omega pushing his hips back against Sylvain’s, he probably would have bit down and marked Felix in that moment. But the surprise sensation caught him off guard, and Sylvain breathed heavily against the back of Felix’s neck.
“It’s going down.” Felix said, excitedly. “Ahh, I’m so excited…”
Sylvain’s eyes were so wide and he suddenly felt so aware of their situation, perhaps for the first time since they began scenting. “Felix.” His voice cracked a little, and both arms wrapped around the omega. “Don’t let me mark you, okay?” Stupid of him, truly, to ask the in-heat omega not to let him place a mating bite against his skin… but Sylvain needed to ground himself in that question, to save them both the struggle of the aftermath of sharing a heat together.
“Hm? Why?” Felix turned to look at him. “If you’re gonna knot me, you should mark me too.” His breath was hot, his skin was burning, and those beautiful, gorgeous eyes were hypnotizing to Sylvain.
“I can’t. We can’t.” Sylvain was rushing himself to pull out his deflated knot and slowly rehardening cock, but before he could do anything else, Felix seized the opportunity to sit in Sylvain’s lap. “Felix, I’m so happy to keep doing this, I don’t plan to go anywhere, but we need to be a little bit rational right now -” He was cut off by a choked out moan when Felix sat his full weight down on his length, taking it all inside mere seconds after it was removed from him.
“I don’t care about being rational, Sylvain.” Felix was grinning, with a playful lilt in his voice. “Get me pregnant, mark me, make me yours.” He lifted his hips up, and they fell back down again. “I’ll be your little spearwife Marchioness up at the ice wall in Gautier, if you want me to be. Or you can be my Duke husband when I return home to Fraldarius; handling all the politics while I have your babies for you.” His riding was arrhythmic, and Felix was sinking further and further back into heat, losing himself more to it every time. “I’ll give you as many heirs as you want, my lord husband.”
“Lord husband.” Sylvain breathed hard, hands grabbing Felix’s waist and holding him down, staying fully seated inside of his omega. “Felix, fuck, you’re a little too far gone for this right now.” He laughed, sitting up to kiss him. “I was a fool to think I could talk any sense into you right now. Pretty boy, my sweetheart.” He kissed again and loosened his grip on Felix’s waist, allowing him to freely ride as he pleased.
It was hours, days of heat drunk love making before Felix’s heat finally broke. In the early hours of the morning, Sylvain held Felix close to his chest. He kissed him gently, and Felix tossed a slender leg over his alpha’s hip. They were exhausted, but eager still to maintain this closeness. Felix nosed against Sylvain’s neck to scent him, and he giggled something so sweet when Sylvain did the same motion back. It was nice. It felt normal, after a week in bed together. Between every knot and refractory period, they shared in those gentle moments of pure affection.
“I don’t want this to be over.” Sylvain whispered, only for Felix.
Felix smiled, fondly. “I don’t either.” He ran a hand over his left shoulder, thankfully unmarked. “What does this mean for us?” He asked.
The alpha stared for a long time at Felix’s shoulder, at the place he’d wanted to mark for the omega’s entire week of heat. “I… I don’t know. Does this make us a couple now? Is that what you want?” He asked, unsure.
“My father will despise this.” Felix replied, worried. “I don’t want to bring down the mood, but I don’t think he’ll allow it.”
Sylvain’s mouth fell into a frown. “Do we just… not talk about it, then?” Sitting up together, Sylvain tucked some of Felix’s hair behind his ear. “This whole week was unbelievable, Felix. I can’t think of the last time I’d ever… wanted someone the way that I wanted you, the entire time.”
Felix had a look on his face, one that Sylvain hadn’t seen in years. A look of pure, sheer sadness. “I… I don’t think anything should come from this, Sylvain. I think we leave it as it was; a spur-of-the-moment accident.”
“An accident.” Sylvain parrotted, and Felix nodded. He had to laugh at that, really. “I… okay. We pretend none of this happened, and we go on like normal.” He nodded, and Felix once again nodded in agreement. “Alright.” Sylvain slowly removed himself from the bed and began to dress himself. “I’ll be heading to the baths, then.”
Felix watched with a horrible ache in his chest. He considered stopping Sylvain, telling him to stay, that he didn’t actually want to act like they didn’t just fall in love together during his heat. But was it love? Did Felix love him? Was sharing one heat enough? He didn’t know, he wasn’t sure what could be causing those feelings and thoughts to burst inside of him. He just knew that he didn’t like to see that expression on Sylvain’s face, to hear that tone in his voice… it meant something more to him, too.
The door was shut behind him, and Felix sat in the sunlight of early morning. It didn’t hold the same warmth that it did when Sylvain was hugging him inside it. But, Felix waited a few moments longer before he stood himself up from the bed. He dressed himself slowly and without urgency, before he grabbed a spare outfit and headed to baths as well, knowing fully well that Sylvain would probably choose not to speak to him.
It’ll be fine. Felix repeated the words to himself in his mind as he fought against the anxiety. This isn’t the end of the world. It’ll be fine. Sylvain will forgive me. He always has forgiven Felix, no matter the circumstances. It’s never been a matter of if , but only ever a matter of when. Inhaling deeply, Felix walked up the steps toward the baths.
I’ll make it up to him soon. March is almost over, so we’ll have more free time when April begins. Felix nodded to himself, confident that he’d take advantage of the availability that a new month brings for them.