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Khadgar hadn't noticed anything was wrong until he attempted to drink a glass of solid ice.
Until now, the mage had merely refilled and chilled his glass of water, to stave off the oppressive stuffiness of the tower room. At first it was a breath of frost, but it gradually refilled with larger and larger chunks of ice until this.
Heat hit Omega like a hammer, and he nearly fell out his chair in realization. Whenever he felt it, Khadgar had time to leave the city he was staying in, find a quiet cave or glen, and wait out his heat. It didn't help that Khadgar was unclaimed, and basically a walking sex beacon for several days. (No wonder the mages stayed in Dalaran - their connection to the arcane only amplified the hormones.)
But Khadgar had also never been distracted like this. For the past day he'd been holed up in the library tower, studying tomes on the Fel and the orcs, and hadn't paid attention to his body's needs until it figuratively smashed him in the face.
Khadgar slid to the floor, panting. Normally by now he'd be out of Stormwind, but walking out of the castle and through the city was a very bad idea - not unless he wanted to blast his way out. He slapped the top of the desk he'd been sitting at several times before he scraped off the quill he'd been taking notes with.
"Focus," he growled to himself. "Teleport..."
Khadgar managed the runes on the floor around him. Finished, he attempted to channel the spell.
The light in the runes flared, then died. Two more times, then it occured to Khadgar, in his heat-fueled haze, that he could not focus enough for the spell.
Khadgar groaned as he slumped on the floor. At least I can just rest here, it's not like anyone will come, he thought.
"Have you seen the mage?" Lothar asked the librarian.
The librarian, an Alpha himself, shrugged. "He came here yesterday, but I haven't seen him since."
Lothar sighed. He'd checked the mage's rooms and noticed that it hadn't been used in the past day. Which meant that one unclaimed Omega mage was probably holed up in the library.
Everything would be easier if Khadgar had an Alpha, Lothar grumbled as he stalked through the library. Without an Alpha, Omegas were directionless: usually trying to do everything at once, but without a partner to help direct them, they were scatterbrained at best. (It was similar for Alphas without an Omega: they would attempt to do one thing very well and not stop until the Omega reminded them of their other needs.) Khadgar had probably found a book, which had led to another book, which had led to yet another book, and was probably knee deep in ancient Dwarven mining techniques or somesuch instead of researching the actual problem (the Fel Orcs).
Finished searching this floor, Lothar started climbing the stairs to the tower. He had first guessed that Khadgar would hide somewhere private, but it didn't hurt to be thorough.
"Mage," he called he walked up to the door. "Spell-chucker, you better be in - "
Lothar opened the door and staggered. Almost instantly his pants felt tight - that was how powerful Khadgar's hormones were. Lothar's instincts ordered him to hunt down the source, flip him over and claim him, but Lothar didn't become the Knight Champion of Stormwind by following instincts. Instead, rational thought shoved instinct out of the way, sharpening Lothar's focus.
He's in heat, and this is probably the safest place for him. Lothar sniffed the air. Virgin, too. Someone would've attacked him for sure.
"Khadgar," he called out calmly. Startling a mage would be a bad idea, and he knew Khadgar would be very defensive. "I am not going to hurt you. Where are you?"
"Go... away..."
Lothar turned and followed the wheezy words. "Khadgar, you need help."
"I know what 'help' you're going to give me, and I don't want it - "
Three arcane words, and a small ball of fire flew around a bookshelf at Lothar, but it was so pathetic that even he could see it was harmless. More out of respect for the mage than fear of damage, Lothar sidestepped the ball and stepped around the corner.
The Omega was not in good shape. There were inked runes on the floor around the mage, sloppy even to Lothar's untrained eye. Khadgar was propped up on one arm, his heavy robe discarded. Brown eyes instead glowed an arcane blue and he held one hand up at Lothar. An ordinary person would be unnerved or even threatened, but after seeing what the mage could do in a real fight, Lothar could tell Khadgar had nothing left.
Which was further proven when Khagar fell flat on his back.
Lothar still approached the mage cautiously. He knelt at Khadgar's side and very gently placed a hand on the mage's shoulder. Khadgar flinched, but didn't do anything else but continue to pant and groan.
"Is it normally this bad?" Lothar asked.
"Yes," Khadgar answered, straining to not whine. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his face against Lothar's hand. "I'd...like to be alone...for a few days..."
"I can help you," Lothar interrupted. "You need to mate."
"No!" Khadgar jerked away, his eyes widened in fear. "Shalaros - "
Lothar's hand snapped onto the mage's mouth, pinning his head to the floor. He loomed over the terrified Omega, trying not to lick his lips.
"Your life would be easier if you were claimed and mated," Lothar snarled. "We don't have a few days to wait for your heat to pass. At least if you're mated, you can still think instead of panting in the corner of a tower." Lothar paused. "Please." He leaned forward to rock his hips against Khadgar's leg.
It was too much for the mage. He nodded, eyes averted to the wall. Lothar wasted no time stripping off Khadgar's pants and loincloth, exposing a weeping cock. He spat on his hand, and a minute later Khadgar was keening his release.
Despite the haze of pleasure Khadgar continued to pant and stare blankly at the wall. The orgasm cleared his mind, and Khadgar took advantage of that to distance himself mentally. If he went far enough, the mage couldn't feel Lothar's finger probing him, slowly and painfully opening him up. He hated doing this out of necessity or 'the greater good'; a part of Khadgar wished this was some romantic fairy tale where it was his first and only partner, courtship, the feeling of knowing that they were 'the one', flowers and fireworks -
Khadgar gasped as Lothar entered him. A Frostbolt requires twelve runes, he told himself. Draw them on the slate. Take care to draw the strokes in order - his breathing hitched as Lothar pulled out and thrust in again - because at best the spell doesn't take, at worst you'll be like the last poor soul who froze their feet to the floor -
"Look at me."
The command in the Alpha's voice jerked Khadgar's gaze back to Lothar.
"It's going to be okay." That commanding tone underscored Lothar's words; to an Omega there was something soothing and comforting about it. "I'll keep you safe until you find someone you want to be claimed to." Lothar shifted slightly, drawing a hiss of pain/pleasure from Khadgar. Lothar put a hand against Khadgar's face, and Khadgar instinctively nuzzled against it, seeking comfort. "Not a lot of Alphas will challenge my scent, even if you're unclaimed. So relax."
At the last word Khadgar did. The next thrust hurt slightly less, and the next one was the same, and the next one - Lothar touched something and Khadgar thrashed as pleasure burned his senses.
Lothar smiled, partly out of selfish pride at getting the Omega to thrash like that, but mostly to see Khadgar finally enjoying at least part of this. He grabbed Khadgar's hips and thrust again, making Khadgar cry out now.
He was close. Lothar tried not to, but he felt himself start to burrow his face into Khadgar's neck, the tender point just above his collarbone. Right where Alphas bit Omegas to claim them. And he felt Khadgar strain his neck, exposing as much flesh as possible for Lothar's teeth.
At the last moment Lothar tilted his head down, burying his forehead into Khadgar as he groaned. Khadgar gave off a strangled scream as he tried to stay quiet, his body snapping taut from a second orgasm before going limp.
After a few minutes, Lothar slowly pulled out of Khadgar. The action stirred the mage into wakefulness, and his hand reached for his neck. Relief, guilt, distress and confusion flitted across his face when he couldn't feel a bite. Lothar responded by nuzzling Khadgar's cheek.
"Not until after your heat," Lothar murmured into the mage's ear. "Right now you'd even take up an Orc if he fucked you." Khadgar shuddered in disgust. "How are you?"
Khadgar groaned - not the sound of heat and sex, but of stiffness. "A bed would be better," he groused.
Lothar sniffed the air. "At least you don't smell of walking sex now."
"That is a plus." Lothar sat back to allow Khadgar to sit up, which he did so with plenty of grimacing. "I feel like I could sleep for a year."
"That's normal after everyone's first time," Lothar explained. He grabbed the clothes he had shed and started dressing, but continued to give Khadgar a concerned look. "Can you think? Is it like your heats before?"
Khadgar shook his head. His face flushed as he watched Lothar dress, then realized his own state of nakedness. He scrabbled for his clothes.
"My mind's...clearer," Khadgar hesitantly answered as he dressed, careful not to look at Lothar now. Finished with dressing, the Omega got to his knees and pulled a group of books towards him, before picking up the discarded quill and an inkpot.
"I'll see you in the morning, in your room," Lothar said. He watched Khadgar fix a few of the ruined runes with the quill and ink. "Or would you feel safer in mine?"
Khadgar let out a long breath in response.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't...felt like this, during my heat. I just...wait it out, elsewhere, because I can't even see, let alone think." Mentally, it was a sharp contrast to what Khadgar was used to. Instead of spending days obsessed over sex, Khadgar found his mind overwhelmed with new thoughts. Had Lothar done this merely out of necessity? Had he desired him at all - just for sex, or with an actual intent to claim, or somewhere in between? Khadgar hadn't thought of Lothar as someone to take advantage of a bad situation, but there was that possibility too - using his heat to take his virginity. The whirlwind of thoughts dragged Khadgar down.
"Khadgar." Khadgar jerked as Lothar set a meaty hand on his bicep, bringing the Omega back into reality. "This is a lot for you right now. We'll take it one day at a time. For now, go back to your room and get some rest." Lothar glanced at the runes. "Are you strong enough to teleport?"
Khadgar nodded. "The heat...normally distracts me from my magic." As if offering proof, his eyes began to light up, and Lothar stepped back to watch the spell glow in response. "And, er, thank you." The mage's face flushed in embarrassment. "In the morning." With a final pop, Khadgar and his pile of books disappeared.
Lothar stared at the empty space for a long time. He himself had a good deal of thinking to do.