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The dream was intense. Dick was laying on his stomach, face pressed against the sheets, puddles of tears formed around his eyes. Behind him, he could feel the large form of a familiar alpha slamming into his body over and over again as he whined into the sheets and shook, squeezing his hole around the cock. His head was spinning and there were tears in his eyes as he groaned into the mattress.
The knot pushed past Dick’s hole and he groaned. He rocked into the bed but there was no familiar release of an orgasm. He was spent, his body worn out and desperate from the hours and hours of laying there and taking it from the man over him. He felt split in half.
He whimpered into the sheet.
“You have no idea how good you feel,” the man’s deep voice growled against Dick’s ear and he shuddered, his whole body arching into the grip on his hips, gasping.
Fingers trailed up his throat, squeezing down on it. Dick gasped in a breath and then he couldn’t breathe. The thumb pressed into his larynx, cutting off his airway with a simple, well-practiced grace. As he struggled to try to bring in breath, his hips rocked against the bed and his pussy squeezed around the cock inside of him.
“I’m so tempted to bite you right now,” Slade snarled. His teeth scraped against Dick’s throat as his eyes started to flicker over into spots. “I could just bite you, claim you, no one would guilt me for it, I made you. You should be mine.”
Slade let go and Dick fell forward into the bed, gasping. Slade slipped his hand under Dick’s hips and grabbed his cock, squeezing around it tight. Finally, an orgasm spilled from him. Dick expected it to be weak and watery, but it was heavy, making his heart jump and wetness soak through his pants.
Wait…. His pants?
Dick sat up and rubbed his eyes. Slowly, the room around him came into focus. He was laying in bed next to a sleeping Wally, the other man’s hair draped over the sheets and soft snores coming dancing from between his lips. Dick placed his hand on his belly, where a slight bulge had begun forming.
What was wrong with him?
He climbed out of the bed on shaky feet, heading toward the bedroom doorway. It wasn’t the first time he had woken up with slick and cum in his pants after a night thinking about Slade, but that didn’t make it better. He glanced back at his husband– his husband, sure, they’d eloped, and Bruce and the others did know, but he was married now– as guilt curled in his belly. How could he, a married omega, be waking up from dreams with slick and cum dripping down his thighs, thoughts of another man in his head?
He pulled off his pants and tossed them in the laundry, his shirt following. Climbing into the shower, he laid his head back against the wall as the cold water splattered across his groyne. He knew it was fruitless, since he’d already cum, no amount of cold water to reverse what had happened, but it felt a little bit like a punishment for his sins. He groaned and slammed his head into the wall at the thought. How pathetic, as though water could cleanse his sins.
He turned the dial the other direction.
Dick sat down under the now-warm shower head and placed his head in his hands. Was he a bad wife? Was he a bad omega? He hadn’t cheated on Wally, but for so many nights he had had dreams that featured Slade, and he had woken up slick, hard, or already spent after each one. This couldn’t be right, there had to be something wrong with him.
His stomach roiled at the thought. What was wrong with him?
The shower curtain pushed to the side, making Dick jump. He looked up at the silhouette of his mate in the entrance to the shower. Wally made quite a sight there, leaning in the doorway, head tilted to the side as he studied Dick.
“Nightmare?” he asked gently, pulling his pants off and then his underwear. Dick watched him climb into the shower above him, still curled into a ball.
Wally’s cock, soft, but still big, swung between his legs as he stood under the spray. Dick knew he was much smaller than his alpha, but he’d never felt so small before. Wally felt bigger than life, towering over him. He could see Wally’s thighs moving as he took a stand, tilting his head up into the spray of the shower, letting the water drip down his face and roll off his chin.
Dick was reminded of the sight of Wally with his slick on his face, from the times he’d cum with the alpha between his thighs. Wally loved oral. He also loved being marked by Dick. Far from the alpha stereotype, Wally didn’t care as much about marking Dick with the scent of his cum as he did about Dick marking Wally with his own scent. When omegas seemed to notice the scent that covered Wally, the alpha would preen, smiling and looking at Dick by his side, his eyes full of so much love.
Dick looked away from his mate and between his legs. He was very aware of the fact that he’d just washed cum off of himself, cum he’d orgasmed because of another alpha. He felt guilt rolling through his belly. He was married to Wally, he had what he’d wanted for so, so long. Why was he not content?
“Do you want to talk about it?” Wally asked as he reached for his shampoo. Dick knew what Wally was doing, he used to do this when they were on a team together, just being in the same room to try to encourage the other to talk about their feelings. Wally was trying to be there for Dick, and it was sweet, it would be sweet, if it didn’t make Dick want to throw up at the thought of what he was actually upset about.
“No,” Dick whispered. He knew he was a coward for doing so, but he couldn’t bring himself to confess the truth.
His mate and husband didn’t push. Instead, he pressed his face under the shower, washing the shampoo out of his hair. He hummed softly as he did it, the soap running down his shoulders and dripping off of his hips in trails of thick white.
“Wally,” Dick’s voice was thin, whispery, submissive. He hadn’t sounded so omega before. Even though since he had been bitched it had felt good, better than being a beta, he didn’t let himself fall into stereotypes. “Can you…” he felt a flush climbing up his cheeks. “Can you cum on me?”
Dick just needed to be put in his place. He needed to remember who his alpha was, who owned him. If Wally dominated him again, then he would stop craving the touch of someone else.
Just the question had Wally’s cock twitching between his thighs. Dick lifted himself up on his knees, putting his hands on Wally’s thighs and turning his head up toward the alpha. He looked up through his lashes, smiling at Wally. The alpha looked down at him, eyes wide.
“Please, alpha,” he whined, pushing the omega to the front of his tone, he let a little keen come out of the back of his throat.
Wally’s cock became half-hard at the sound. He stared down at him, his eyes flooded with lust, his scent rolling with power and strength. It made Dick’s head swim and his pussy clench and leak.
Wally cupped his cheek and dug his fingers into Dick’s hair. “Anything for you, my darling one.”