anonymity breeds courage

Notes:  Woohoo!! It's not quite as soon as promised, but it also didn't take six months again, so win!! Enjoy, darlings. <3

Joel adored Robert. Always had. He had been the first and most supportive of all Burnie's relatives. Unfortunately, his daughter was the least supportive.

Sara had always had an issue with Joel. He wasn't quite sure exactly what that issue was. Maybe it was because he'd taken away her older brother's attention when she was still so young. Maybe she really was just that disgusted by the idea that two Alphas could be happy together. Whatever the reason, she'd decided to hate Ray as well.

Burnie seemed to think that she was just jealous for whatever reason, but he'd never been able to think badly of any of his siblings. Joel, on the other hand, could see the burning hatred in her eyes whenever she looked at Joel or Ray. Her darling big brother was breaking rules with his relationship. First another Alpha, now the unthinkable: an Omega half their age on top of it all.

As a result, Joel spent a lot more time than was good for his sanity following Ray around to make sure he was never alone if he knew Sara was in the building. Most of the time, Ray was tucked safely in the Achievement Hunter office, and when he wasn't, it seemed Robert had decided that Ray was to be his little pet Omega whom needed every second of mentoring he could spare. It was adorable to watch them interact.

Ray's mother, they all knew, was a Beta and his father a somewhat sorry excuse for an Alpha.  Ray had never had anyone to really teach him Omega things before, or to explain things he'd always found confusing. Robert had latched onto that knowledge and swept Ray into a cocoon of guidance and affection that the younger Omega seemed perfectly content to burrow into.

After the first day, Robert seemed to accidentally collect Omegas around him. Matt, elated to finally have the Alpha he'd wanted for so long, latched onto the older Omega, practically in tears at how happy he was and grateful for the accidental shove Robert had provided.

Then Kerry became another member of the flock a few days later when he emerged from his office, bleary eyed and caffeine deprived. Robert had invited him to join their little group in the kitchen and the rest was history. Gavin and Michael, though neither really required such mentoring, joined in next and glowed at the mess of compliments and cooing that Robert became when he saw their bellies. Most of the other office Omegas joined only sporadically, but it was easy to see that Robert was delighted by the apparent confidence that he had most, if not all the answers.

And because he had become unofficial Omega mentor, it was Robert who first noticed the odd behavior of one of the Rooster Teeth employees.

Kerry, Michael, Monty and Gavin were eating lunch with Robert. Monty and Kerry giggled at the food choices their pregnant friends were devouring. To their delight, Robert kept providing even more disgusting concoctions he'd craved during his several pregnancies. While they gagged at the increasingly gross suggestion, Michael and Gavin made plans to send their Mates out for the ones that sounded heavenly to them.

A low growl caught Robert's attention and he glanced over to see Miles digging through the fridge.  He emerged with a bottle of water and downed it almost desperately. Once he was done, he leaned on the counter, expression dark. In the week that Robert had been there, he'd never seen Miles look anything other than happy or, if he'd worked late, mildly exhausted.

Gavin's squeal when Michael tried to shove a piece of bread soaked in honey under his nose distracted him and when he looked back, Miles had retreated to his office again.

The next morning it seemed far worse. It wasn't until Robert was close enough to see the glazed, almost sleepy expression in Miles' eyes that he understood what was happening. Frantic, he darted to Burnie's office and gave only a cursory knock as he threw the door open. The fact that Ray was perched in Burnie's lap, kissing him hungrily didn't matter. Nor did the blushes that spread across both faces.

"We have a huge problem," Robert began, pacing nervously. Even as a mated Omega, the idea sent his frazzled nerves into overdrive. It reminded him of how he felt around his first Mate.  "A huge problem. Not only for the Omegas, but all the Alphas, too."

Concerned, Burnie gently nudged Ray off his lap and stood. "What's going on?"

"I think...I'm pretty sure Miles is going into Rut."

Stunned, the two stared at him. "Miles?" Ray squeaked out. "He doesn't have a Mate."

"I know. That's why it's such a problem. Usually, if an Alpha goes into Rut, he fixates on the Omega that's his. If he doesn't have one, he could fixate on anyone. That could be very dangerous for whoever he chooses. And if he chooses someone who is mated? Or being courted? The other Alpha could protest and there could be injuries or worse."

"Oh, shit. We need to get him home then. Away from anyone he could hurt."

Burnie started toward the door but Robert grabbed at him frantically. "No! He's already far enough gone that the scent of another Alpha so close could be a challenge."

Ray nodded. "I'll get Jack," he said and darted down the hall. A few minutes later, Jack appeared, worry pouring from him.

"Ray explained what's happening. I never thought this would happen here. Ruts are really rare. What do you need me to do?"

"You're a Beta," Robert said. "That means it's safest for you to coax him into going home until the Rut runs its course."

"I figured as much. Do you have any advice? I've never seen anyone in a proper Rut before."

"Move slowly, if he challenges, show submission. Do not look him in the eye, keep your voice calm and quiet."

"Got it." Nervously, Jack glanced back out the door. "Where is he right now?"

"I last saw him in the kitchen a few minutes ago."

"Ok." With a fortifying breath, Jack headed for the kitchen. He froze when he saw that Miles had Kerry pinned to the counter, face buried in the Omega's neck, inhaling deeply.

Kerry seemed confused, but not afraid. They had scented before, but nothing like that.

"Miles?" Jack called softly, stopping what he hoped was a far enough distance away.

Apparently not. Miles whirled around, keeping himself between Kerry and Jack. He had a wild look in his eyes and his normally smiling face was twisted into a fierce snarl. "Mine!" he growled.

Jack was stunned. Seeing the typically sweet and gentle Alpha in such a state was terrifying. He looked like a wild animal ready to strike. "Hey, it's ok. I'm not going to try and take him from you."

Miles eyed him suspiciously, though he did relax his stance a little. "Mine," he said again. He reached back blindly and curled a hand around one of Kerry's wrists. The little Omega's eyes were wide as he seemed to realize what was happening. As far as he knew, Miles had never seen him as anything other than a best friend and co-worker. Maybe...maybe his chances weren't quite as slim as he'd thought, if this was any indication.

"I know," Jack assured Miles softly. "Miles you're not feeling well right now. I think it would be best if you went home. I can take you. And when you're feeling better you can come back." He took a single, uneasy step toward them, trying to figure out how to get Kerry away before he was hurt. He tried to think back to the classes he'd had to take, just like everyone else no matter their caste, about the Rut. It was a danger to everyone and thankfully only happened rarely.

A low growl froze Jack in place again. "Back. The fuck. Off." Jack hastily retreated several steps.  Then he watched in amazement as Kerry brushed his free hand across the back of Miles' neck.  The reaction was instantaneous. The Alpha melted like putty and turned to curl back around Kerry possessively.

"He's not trying to hurt me," Kerry assured Miles and received a deep, rumbling purr in response.  "He just wants to make sure you don't accidentally hurt anyone. Let's get you home, ok?"

When Kerry tried to pull back, Miles' arms tightened.  "You're coming with?" It came out more like a demand than a request.

"Of course. Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you please make sure the halls are clear so I can get him to my car?"

"Kerry, are...are you sure about this? He's in Rut."

"I know. I remember what they say to do in this situation. I mean, I never expected that I'd be the fixation, like, ever, but I paid attention in class. I'll be careful and if anything happens, I'll call."

Jack hesitated a second more, then he nodded. "If you're sure."

"I am." He rolled his eyes when Miles pressed his face into Kerry's neck again. "I get that he's in Rut and that's super dangerous for everyone, but I trust him not to hurt me."

"Ok. I'll be right back." Jack disappeared down the hall and Kerry settled in for the moment.

"Where's Miles?" Burnie demanded.

Jack sighed and popped his head into an office to warn everyone to stay put for a while. The word Rut had a strong effect and no one so much as moved their chairs. After firmly closing the door, Jack sighed again. "He's fixated on Kerry."

Silence answered him. While Burnie struggled for a response, Jack warned the next room and closed their door tightly as well. "Kerry?" Burnie finally asked.

"Yes. Honestly, I can't say I'm surprised by that. Miles has always been really protective of Kerry, especially since the incident with that intern. It's not so out of the blue that he'd choose Kerry. I mean, it's a shock that he went into Rut at all, but...well, I think this is probably the best outcome we can hope for. And Kerry's agreed to take Miles home and help him through it."

"Fuck."

"My sentiments exactly. I really hope nothing happens that either of them regrets. Kerry's in his right mind, yes, but Miles is going to come out of this with no memories. We could end up with an Alpha who hates himself and an Omega with a broken heart. Or worse, Kerry could end up hurt and Miles would never forgive himself."

"Jack..."

The Beta waved Burnie's concern away. He'd always been overly concerned about the wellbeing of his Pack. Caiti always told him he worried too much. That he needed to have faith that things would work out. Usually, he could do that. This time, however, with the unpredictability of a Rut, he found he couldn't shake the worry. "You should head back to your office. I'll let you know when they're gone."

Burnie hesitated, eyeing the suddenly ragged appearance of his friend, but nodded. "Be careful.  He could still attack before they leave."

"I know." Assured of the clear path, Jack returned to the kitchen. "Fuck," he growled. Miles looked about two seconds away from attacking Lindsay. As an Alpha, she looked prepared to fight back. And as an Alpha, she recognized the signs of Rut. She had to, since Alphas were always in the most danger when faced with another Alpha in Rut.

Jack moved without thought, placing himself between the Alphas, hoping that his muted scent would calm both of them and separate their scents enough to get Lindsay away unscathed. At the same time, Kerry darted in front of Miles and pulled his face back into the cradle of his neck. Combined, Lindsay's scent was drowned out enough for Jack to shove her toward safety. "Get out," Jack demanded quickly and to her credit, Lindsay didn't hesitate. She darted down another hall and out of sight.

When he turned back to Kerry and Miles, his face flushed at the sight of Miles lapping at Kerry's scent gland. The Omega didn't seem to be faring much better if the startled squeak was anything to go by. "Maybe...maybe I should drive you guys back to one of your apartments?" Jack suggested.

Kerry shook his head. "Probably not a good idea. I'm taking him back to my place though, so you guys know where we'll be." Awkwardly, Kerry drew Miles down the cleared hall and toward the parking lot.

After a few minutes of staring down the empty hallway, Jack forced himself to move.  He entered the Achievement Hunter office to the sight of all his closest friends cuddling in worry.  Ray was squashed protectively between his Alphas.  Right in the middle of the floor Ryan, Geoff and Jeremy sat facing each other, their Omegas in their laps.  Geoff and Ryan had possessive hands over their Mates’ stomachs while Matt had curled into a surprisingly small ball in Jeremy’s arms, his lanky frame somehow dwarfed by the Alpha for once.

The best sight of all to Jack’s mind was that of his own Mate and wife cuddled up in his chair with Robert.  As soon as Robert spotted him, he gently nudged Caiti up and toward Jack while he moved to the couch to tuck himself into Joel’s side.

Jack reclaimed his seat with Caiti perched in his lap.  All eyes fell on him expectantly.

“Kerry said he’s taking Miles to his apartment.  If anything happens, we’ll know where to find them.”

“We live closest to Kerry,” Gavin said softly.

“Which is for the best,” Geoff decided.  “I’ll be the one to handle it if anything goes wrong.”  His tone left no room for argument.

Ryan did his best, though.  “I think it would be best if you had some backup if it came to that.  Michael and I live close by, too.”

After a brief staring contest, Geoff reluctantly nodded his consent.  “Ok, but only if it really calls for it.”  Silence filled the room again.

“I really hope Kerry knows what he’s getting into,” Ray murmured.

Burnie sighed and nuzzled Ray’s neck.  “Me, too, Sweetheart.  Me, too.”

***

Getting Miles out of Rooster Teeth headquarters without incident felt like a small miracle. Getting him into his apartment building, up several flights of stairs and into his apartment without running into anyone felt like an even bigger one. Especially with Miles crowded so closely to him that it felt like they would somehow absorb into one another. After briefly fumbling with his keys, he got them inside and closed and locked the door.

He had barely finished with his task when Miles spun him around and pinned him to the door. It was so damn hard concentrating on anything with Miles so close. His scent, heightened and sharpened by the Rut swirled around them and filled Kerry to the brim. The normally calming scent of lavender and bergamot flooded even the deepest, most secret parts of Kerry and left his mind pleasantly fuzzy.

Then Miles dragged his nose slowly up Kerry’s neck as if to take in every subtle variance in his clover and honeysuckle scent. Hands tightened slightly on his hips and he shuddered as impossibly warm breath ghosted over his collarbone.

“Mine,” Miles breathed before taking another deep breath. “Wanted you for so damn long.”

Kerry’s breath caught in his throat as he absorbed the confession.  “You’re-” he cut off in with a soft gasp as Miles nipped lightly at his throat. “You’re only saying that because of the Rut,” he pointed out, unable to keep the sadness out of his voice.

“No.” There was an unfamiliar darkness in Miles’ voice as he purred against Kerry’s skin. “Always. Always want you. Since we met, knew I wanted you to be mine. And now you are.”

“Miles, I…” The Alpha lifted his head and stared at Kerry. To Kerry’s surprise, he saw Miles’ eyes clear a little and it seemed as if he was struggling against himself.

“Do you want this?” Miles demanded. “Me?”

There was no hesitation for Kerry. He immediately nodded. “Yes. I always have.”

That darkness was back but instead of being afraid, all Kerry felt was a thrill of anticipation. Any other time, he had hoped that if by some miracle Miles wanted him, their first time together would be a slow, patient, sweet coupling. The look Miles pinned him with then left him nearly shaking with desire at the expectation of fierce passion.

“You’re mine,” Miles growled. “I’m going to knot you and mark you and every other Alpha will fucking know that you’re mine.”

For a brief second, Kerry wondered if it would be the same as mating when an Omega was in heat. If by mating with Miles in Rut, they would somehow water down what bond they would have. While Miles attacked his neck with sharp nips and soothing licks, he struggled to remember if it had been mentioned in the required classes. Then Miles latched onto a particularly sensitive bit of skin and sucked hard and he was gone.

Everything narrowed down to the small space they’d created. He spared a brief thought toward how patient and thorough Miles was being. He had expected a frantic pace. But Miles seemed content to take his time mapping out the skin of his throat. When he found another sensitive spot, Kerry’s knees buckled and only Miles’ weight against him kept him from tumbling to the floor in a heap of embarrassment.  His soft sound of pleasure was echoed by a dark chuckle from Miles.

“Say it,” Miles whispered, lips dragging slowly but steadily toward Kerry’s.

Confused, all Kerry could manage was a dazed, “Huh?”

“Say. It.” Again that dark growl that shoved Kerry further into his arousal.  “Tell me you’re mine. Say it.”

“Oh, fuck,” Kerry breathed. He felt the gust of Miles’ rapid breathing against his mouth, but not the desired feeling of lips on lips. After a moment of anticipation, he forced his heavy eyes opened, sparing only the briefest of thoughts to wonder when they’d closed, and saw Miles staring at him fiercely. He seemed oddly content to hold that position until he got the desired answer.

His voice was a silky purr when he spoke again. “Say it.” The softest of encouragement. “Tell me, Kerry. Tell me you want to be mine.”

“Oh, Jesus, yes. Fucking-I’m yours Miles. I’ve always been yours. I need you to claim me so fucking much. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.” He moved to keep going, keep struggling to convince Miles that he’d never wanted another Alpha-that he never would want another Alpha. But a surprisingly gentle mouth covered his and instead of a continued flow of reassurances, only a broken moan escaped from Kerry.

***

He woke up in stages. It sort of felt like a hangover, only worse. His head felt heavy and filled with cotton all at once. His mouth was dry, the sort of dry that was the result of too much sleep and not enough water. There was a strange sense of something being off. Different in his mind. Like a new, welcome weight in his consciousness. A soft sigh drew his attention to the fact that he was not alone in his bed.

A sharp breath in brought his attention to the fact that this was not his bed. Oh, sure, it smelt heavily of him, and the saturation of his scent in the fabric around him had a terrible realization slowly filling him. But it wasn’t his bed. Wasn’t his room or his apartment.

Slowly, reluctantly he opened his eyes to see a very familiar bedspread. As if the visual opened the floodgates, he found himself overwhelmed by honeysuckle and clover. It filled him to the brim and his eyes slid closed as he just took a few deep breaths. Finally, he turned his head, wondering if perhaps they had gotten drunk and one of them had finally made a move. The sweet anticipation of that died the instant he saw the scattering of deep bruises all over Kerry’s back.

The soft stretch of his neck was covered in harsh bites and there was a distinct hand shaped bruise marring Kerry’s hip. Sick realization crashed through Miles and he felt tears of regret and remorse fill his eyes. Without meaning to, he reached out to touch the bruise on Kerry’s hip, but he found himself unable to touch, so his hand hovered awkwardly in the air between them.

Kerry twitched lightly in his sleep before settling again and in that moment, Miles felt a soft feeling of calm that wasn’t his own.

Horrified, Miles eased back and carefully extracted himself from the tangle of sheets. The evidence was everywhere. The scattered and torn clothing, the bruises and bites littering Kerry’s skin, even the way he was between Kerry and the door, as if to ensure he wouldn’t escape.

He clamped down on any more emotions when Kerry shifted in his sleep again, this time turning enough for Miles to see his furrowed brow. As quickly and as quietly as he could, Miles dressed, forced to resort to stealing one of Kerry’s shirts when he found that his was far too mangled to ever be used again.

Then he ran.

Notes: Real life sucks and drains all enjoyment from writing.  That is all.  On that note, have a shiny new chapter.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

Jeremy pulled his headphones off and watched Kerry dash into the room and slide to a stop next to Matt.

Still a little timid despite how often they were reminded that they were Pack, Matt hesitated against Kerry's insistent tugging.  "What's up?"

"Gavin said the baby's kicking.  Come on."

Excitement broke through Matt's hesitation and with a bright grin he followed the young writer from the office.

"You're doing it again," Adam said without looking away from his own computer.

"Shut up, and I have no idea what you're talking about."  Even as he denied it, Jeremy continued to stare after Matt.

"Seriously, dude. You're just as bad as Joel and Burnie were when they first started courting Ray."

"He's not wrong," Monty stated as he wandered into the office still in his motion capture suit.  He gave a small yawn, nudged Adam's chair enough around so he could drop into his lap, and snuggled in.  His eyes were already closed so he missed the way Adam's face flushed.  The Alphas exchanged looks before Adam shrugged and looped his arms around Monty.  Pleased, the perpetually sleepy Omega hummed and burrowed deeper into Adam's warmth.  "You should just ask to court him. He'd be really happy."  A drowsy smile lifted his lips as he patted Adam's chest.  "Speaking of, if you ask to court me, I wouldn't say no.  If not it's cool.  Just saying."

Jeremy watched with no small amount of envy as a dazed grin lit the larger Alpha's face.  "Yeah?"

Monty nodded where he was pressed into the broad chest.  "Mmhmm.  Now shut up.  You can take me to dinner after work."

And just like that he was asleep.

Joel strolled in and stopped mid step.  "What's this?"

Jeremy rolled his eyes.  "Monty claimed Adam's lap for this afternoon's sleep mode.  Oh, and he basically told Adam to stop fucking around and court him already.  So that's a thing."  He turned back to his computer if only to avoid the smug smirk that Adam couldn't help.

"Wow," Joel said in genuine surprise. "So like, he had to ask you?  You're such a fucking pussy."

Adam shrugged. "So? I have him, don't I?"

Joel considered that for a moment then nodded. "Guess so."

They each settled in to work on their editing. It took a while for Joel to realize that someone was missing from the office. "Where's Matt?"

"Omega bonding over the Plan G pup," Adam explained.

As if summoned, Matt popped his head into the room. "Hey, Jeremy, Geoff wants us for a video or something."

Surprised, Jeremy's brow furrowed.  "Us? Why?"

Matt rolled his eyes.  "Look, he just told me to get you.  Now come on."

"Yes, sir," Jeremy said with a playful salute.  "I guess we'll be back in a bit."

"Ok, just don't take too long.  We need you guys if we're gonna film that How To today."

"Got it."  As soon as Jeremy was close enough, Matt grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the Achievement Hunter office.  Determined to get them there quickly, Matt missed the deep flush on his friend's face.  They walked in just in time to see Geoff press a sweet kiss to the growing swell of Gavin's belly.

"Love, Burnie's expecting me in his office to discuss my leave once our little boy gets here."

Geoff scowled playfully and framed the bulge in his hands.  "First of all I don't see why you need to talk about it already.  You still have a few months to go.  Second of all, this," He kissed the belly again, "is a girl."

"Boy," Gavin argued with a grin.  "We could know if you didn't insist on it being a surprise.  Now, help me up and do your job, Love."

"Yes, Dear," Geoff said teasingly.  "Send Lindsay in on your way."  

"Of course." Once everyone was gathered, Geoff gave them an abbreviated explanation of what they were going to do while they got the camera ready and Geoff scooped up a hat with little scraps of paper in it.

Still a little stunned at being included in the tournament, Jeremy listened while Geoff drew names that would decide the order of the game.

Matt would face off against Geoff first, and no one was surprised by Geoff's joke that the Omega should throw the game.  Then Ray would destroy Jack, everyone was sure, which would be followed by Ryan and Michael.  Jeremy had always enjoyed watching the interaction between the Mates, and delighted in the opportunity to watch them battle it out.  Then, despite the possibilities having been narrowed down to only two more names, Jeremy heard Geoff call out the very last name from the hat, "Stretch,"and laughed along with everyone else.

Inside, though, he agonized over his atypical stature, frustrated that it was being pointed out yet again how unsuitable he was to be anyone's Alpha, much less the often grumpy Omega he felt such a pull for.

Fortunately the joke passed quickly and the tournament began.  The humor of Matt and Geoff's so called battle proved to be a good start for the video and as Matt shouted in surprise at his character being devoured by the giant monster, Jeremy couldn't help but be proud of his friend.

Ray and Jack faced off, their prolonged battle amusing everyone, ending in Ray's win to no one's surprise.  Team Crazy Mad's fight was, as always, a delight to witness.  To Michael's credit, he made Ryan work for the win.  As Jeremy and Lindsay got set up, Ryan accepted a congratulatory kiss from his Mate.

Any nerves Jeremy had quickly dissipated as he determinedly fought Lindsay.  As the round continued, he gained confidence, especially with Matt cheering him on in the background.  By the time he won, Jeremy felt infinitely better.

Then Matt faced off against Ray who destroyed him so quickly everyone was left baffled and amazed.  As Jeremy prepared to go against Ryan, he was filled with a sudden desire to avenge Matt's defeat.

An opportunity which he was afforded after a fierce struggle.  He and Ray got ready for the final round of the tournament and to his mortification, Jeremy heard his own voice raise up against the noise of the office.  "Matt, I'll get him back for you, buddy.  You shall be avenged."

"Sweet," Matt said, sounding genuinely pleased by the declaration.  The teasing for that interaction was surprisingly light all things considered.  Then Jeremy was drawn into the most fierce competition he'd had in a very long while.  Ray's reputation for being an excellent gamer was well earned, but Jeremy felt like he had something to prove now that he'd actually said he was playing in honor of Matt.  His winning would have absolutely no impact on how Matt felt about him.  He knew that.  But it was a matter of pride at that point.  At one point, as Ray blocked his own flying sword giving Jeremy the opportunity to leap over him toward victory, he heard himself shout, "this is for you, Matt!"

Then he won and a brief glance toward Matt showed just how proud his friend was.  For a few minutes after the cameras shut off, Ray and Jeremy took the time to get their breath back after the fierce competition.

"Ok," Ray decided. "I need to go cuddle something after all that.  Geoff, I'll send Gavin back.  He's probably trying to Kung Shoe Burnie or something."

Geoff rolled his eyes with a small smile.  "Either that or he's been kidnapped by the females so they can steal our unborn child to be their young God King."

"Excuse you?" Michael demanded playfully.  "I think you're confusing your little urchin with our prince."  He patted the small swell of his belly lightly.  "I carry the Mad King's heir after all."

Ryan smirked and caught Michael in a hungry kiss.  "Indeed you do, my beautiful King Consort."

Matt appeared at Jeremy's side and held out a hand.  "We should get out of here before the royals start a war and we lowly peasants get caught in the cross fire," he whispered with a mischievous smile.

Jeremy's smile was sappy.  He knew that and couldn't possibly get himself to stop no matter how obvious it had to be to his favorite Omega.

"Yeah, we need to get back to our office before Joel sends out a search party."  Jeremy took the offered hand and pulled himself to his feet.  Did he imagine the blush dusting Matt' cheeks when instead of pulling his hand away he linked their fingers?  Probably, but he intended to enjoy it while he could as they headed down the hall.  They waved to Ray as they went their separate ways.

Ray had a little skip in his step.  He felt a happy rush that always came with a good competition, even when he didn't win.  And he always had that happy, warm feeling whenever he was headed toward one of his Mates.  He could probably squeeze in a good makeout session before he had to head back.  Pleased with the thought, he swung into the office and stopped.

There was a strange Omega standing in front of Burnie, delicate hands on his face while he stared up at the Alpha with a loving smile.  And Burnie was smiling gently in return, hands curled tenderly around the Omega's wrists.  It didn't settle well with Ray to see that smile directed at someone other than him or Joel.

"Michael," the stranger murmured.  "Sweetie you've gotten so handsome.  And you look so happy."

Burnie's smile turned shy almost.  "I am happy."

"I take it that means Joel's doing well?"

"Yeah, we're both great.  Better than great, even."

"I still don't see why you haven't been to visit us.  We all miss you both."

"We've been going through some stuff recently." Burnie seemed to catch Ray's scent at the same time the stranger did.

He was beautiful, Ray realized with dismay.  Every ounce of confidence that Joel and Burnie had instilled in him the past months was again crushed under a familiar crippling insecurity.  He could never compete with such a lovely Omega.  Closer to Burnie's age than he was, certainly.  But his beauty seemed so ageless.  He felt so plain next to this Omega who seemed to embody everything an Omega was supposed to be.

"Michael," the Omega breathed, eyes drinking Ray in as if starved.  "He's darling." Realization lit his face and he whirled back to Burnie with a bright smile.  "Is he-?  Is this the reason you and Joel haven't visited? Does your mother know?"

Burnie laughed.  "I haven't told anyone back home, yet.  Joel and I agreed that it was best if he got used to us first before we ambushed him with the entire family."

The Omega nodded in understanding.  "That's very true.  Well, I know we raised you better than this.  Make with the introductions."

Pride filled Burnie's face as he stepped closer and gently grasped Ray's hand, pulling him forward to wind an arm around his waist in that familiar, wonderful way Ray always loved.  "This is Ray.  He's accepted me and Joel as his Alphas.  We're still working on some details but he's basically stuck with us for life at this point."

A so far unnoticed Alpha female in the corner scoffed at that.  Without a word, she stormed out of the room, shoving roughly past Ray.

"Sara," The Omega scolded but it went unanswered as the girl disappeared down the hall.

Ray looked up at Burnie and saw the sadness there.  "Burnie?"

Burnie shook his head.  "Sweetheart, this is Robert.  He's my dad's Mate.  One of them, anyway.  You'll have to ask him how we lured him into the family."

"I would warn you against hurting my boy, but I think I'd be wasting my breath."  Robert stepped forward and took Ray's face in his hands just like he had earlier with Burnie.  For a long moment, they simply stared at each other.  Distantly, Ray caught Joel's scent as his other Alpha swung into the room.  He remained silent, though, watching as the Omegas studied one another.  "You love my boys?"

Ray flushed.  Somehow, throughout the past months, they had yet to say the words.  It had been alluded to, but never fully acknowledged.  He took a deep breath and leaned into Burnie's arm a little.  "More than anything," he whispered.  He felt Joel's hand grasp his.

Robert's face lit up and he tugged Ray into a hug.  "Then welcome to the family, honey."

Ray returned the hug, relieved that he was accepted in some fashion by some of his Mate's family.  "So," he said after a deep breath.  "Who was that Alpha who stormed out?"

"My sister, Sara," Burnie answered.  "I'm sorry about her, Sweetheart."

Joel huffed softly.  "She's always been a little weird about me and Burnie.  Might be a bit much that we've got an Omega now, too."

Robert rolled his eyes.  "Yes well, she'll have to get over it."

"Not that I'm not loving the surprise visit," Burnie started, "but why are you two here?"

"Oh. That. I thought it would be a good idea for Sara to see how much her big brother has accomplished.  She sees how much your father has done with his life, all those Omegas he's helped, but it's a different kind of success than what you've done.  She's lost right now, Michael.  She has no direction, no idea what she wants to do with herself.  I thought if she could see what she could have if she applied herself a little more she might figure out what she wants out of life."

Burnie considered that for a moment.  "Ok, so I take it you're staying for a while, then?"

"Not too long.  I don't want to interrupt you two courting your darling little Omega.  Just long enough to give Sara a few ideas about her future.  Besides.  My Heat is in a few weeks.  No sense in keeping myself away from my Alpha during that.  But you can be sure I'll be telling your mother about this.  She and Cici will lose their minds."

"Hey, that's not fair siccing both of them on me."

Robert grinned.  "Well maybe the idea that you two finally found your Mate will make them a little less annoyed that you haven't visited in so long.  For the record, the three of you need to visit soon.  Thanksgiving, maybe?  Unless you have plans with your family, Ray?"

"Oh.  Uh, it's usually just me and my mom."

"Well, we wouldn't be opposed to having the two of you join us for our admittedly large family gathering.  Besides, we'll have to give you the official Burns Family Welcome at some point.  Poor Joel had to go through it before and he survived.  So you'll be fine."

"Robert, jeez, stop scaring my Mate," Burnie huffed with playful annoyance.  "We're still courting which means he can still change his mind."

The response Robert gave to that was a simple raised eyebrow and Burnie ducked his head, sufficiently chastised.  "If you think the family would scare him off, you wouldn't have courted him in the first place.  Same as every other Omega who has shown interest in either of you.  Besides, this is the first one I've actually liked." Robert focused on Ray.  "Doing anything right now?"

"Uh, no, not for a little while.  Why?"

"Because I'd like a chance to talk to you."  Robert grinned and made a vague gesture.  "Go on and give them the kisses they want and we'll go have a little Omega time."

Conscious of Robert's intense gaze, Ray kissed both of his Alphas tentatively.  That done, Robert linked his arm through Ray's and grinned.  "Joel, get back to work, I'll find you later.  As for you, Michael, you need to go find your sister.  Long past time you talked to her about all of this."

"Ok, so....where to?" Ray asked as Robert pulled him from the room.

"Well, I've never been here before today, so why not take me on a tour?  We can talk while we walk."

"Yeah, ok.  I can do that."

About halfway through the tour, they took a break in the kitchen, sipping drinks Ray dug out of the fridge for them.  Robert studied Ray.  The younger Omega seemed far more relaxed than he had at first.  "I was bonded against my will only a few months after I presented," he said abruptly.  "The Alpha who courted me was incredibly charming at first.  Older, handsome, successful.  I was amazed that he would give attention to a young, inexperienced pup like me.  Turns out that was exactly why he was interested.  Easy trophy to add to his collection. I was his fourth Omega.  He courted me for two weeks before he convinced me to go on a private date.  That's when he claimed me."

"Robert, I-"

"I'm telling you this, because I think you need to hear this from someone who was hurt like you were.  No one told me," he assured the young Omega hurriedly.  "But having been a victim myself, I can tell.  You weren't knotted."

"No," Ray confirmed.

"Then you were very lucky.  That Alpha kept me for five years before it became clear that he would be unable to breed me.  Not for lack of trying, mind you.  He cut me loose because I was defective.  Useless since all of his other Omega were able to provide him with offspring as was their duty.  I ended up in a shelter for abandoned Omegas.  Run by Michael's parents.  I fell instantly in love with David and Sharron and I became best friends immediately.  Michael was a sweet, unpresented little thing back then.  I always knew he would be an Alpha just from the way he insisted on taking care of me while I recovered from having my unwanted bond forcibly severed.  Next thing I know, I'm living on my own for the first time, but I kept coming back.  I used the excuse that I missed Michael, but Sharron knew and before I knew what was happening, I was being courted again at Sharron's insistence.  She helped me get ready for dates, gave me little tidbits of information about David so I could make the best impression I could.  All the while, Michael continued to be my little guardian.  Bonding with David was unlike anything I'd ever been through.  It was incredible.  Still is.  I caught immediately and had Sara before I'd even been bonded with David for a year."

That surprised Ray.  "How did you make it five years without being bred by the other Alpha but Burnie's dad did it right off?"

"I'm not entirely sure.  I think I was so opposed to the bond that I somehow kept myself from catching.  With David it was different.  Anyway, I didn't mean to go into all of that.  I just wanted you to know that I understand if you're still hurting over your own experience.  And despite the fact that we've only just met, I do adore you and I want to see you happy with my boys.  Anything I can do to assure that is my goal here.  If you need to talk, don't hesitate to ask.  I know from experience that it's easier to discuss it with someone who's been through it themselves.  And despite how much it hurts, talking about it does help."

Ray offered a weak smile and slid his hand into Robert's.  "Thanks."

Before anything else could be said, Jeremy and Matt wandered in, giggling about something.  Ray assumed it had something to do with whatever they'd recorded with Joel and Adam.  Matt dropped into a seat while Jeremy rummaged around, emerging victoriously with drinks for both of them.  He claimed the seat next to his friend who took the offered drink with a sweet smile.

Robert watched the interaction with sharp interest.

"Who's your friend, Ray?" Matt asked.

"Oh, right.  This is Robert.  Robert, this is Jeremy and Matt.  Guys Robert is Burnie's...uh..."

"Dad, for lack of better term," Robert supplied.  "Michael's father is my Mate."

"Ok, weird to hear Burnie called Michael, but it's nice to meet you," Matt said.

"And you.  I've met a lot of people today.  I must say, this office is teeming with young love, and I am a romantic at heart.  I can't resist a blooming relationship.  How long have you two been courting?"

Matt's face flushed brilliantly while Jeremy scrambled to set the record straight, terrified of how Matt would react to someone picking up on his feelings.  "We're not," he said hurriedly.

Silence fell around them so thoroughly that Matt was sure the others could hear his heart breaking.  "We're not?" he asked softly, mortified when he heard his voice wobble a little.  As Jeremy turned toward him in surprise, Matt felt tears well up.  It had been stupid of him to assume that Jeremy's attentions were an attempt at courting.

"Matt?" Jeremy breathed.

"Jesus, ok.  So I'm a fucking idiot for thinking you wanted me as more than a friend. I'm just gonna go kill myself now."  Before anyone could react, Matt darted from the room.

"I'm so sorry," Robert apologized hurriedly.  "I had no idea.  I just assumed...you two are so sweet together that..."

"Fuck, I need to go fix this."  Robert and Ray watched him hurry after his friend.

"I honestly thought they were courting."

Ray rolled his eyes.  "They should be, honestly.  The entire Pack knows how those two feel about each other.  Geoff and Ryan have even been coaching Jeremy on the best way to court someone like a gentleman."

"Well," Robert decided.  "I hope I didn't ruin anything for them."

"Nah, they'll be fine."

***

Matt ended up in the Achievement Hunter office.  Everyone was working quietly on their own projects and didn't even glance up when he entered.  Assured that he wouldn't get in the way, but surrounded by the comforting scents of his Pack, he curled up in a ball on the couch and let himself cry quietly.  Ryan and Jack noticed at the same time.

One second, Matt was sniffling softly into a pillow, the next he was sandwiched by Team Same Voice.

"What happened?" Jack demanded.

"Jeremy...I thought...I was wrong.  He doesn't want to court me."

Geoff appeared, crouched in front of him.  He took Matt's hands in his.  "Explain."

"I thought he was courting me, you know?  The way he treats me, and...I thought I saw looks and stuff but I was wrong.  One of Burnie's dads.  He's visiting.  Asked us how long we've been courting.  Jeremy couldn't deny it fast enough.  Fucking...I'm so goddamn stupid."

"Matt..."  Jeremy sounded destroyed.  He stood in the doorway, trembling.  "Guys, can we have a sec?"

Geoff ushered everyone out of the room, but he hovered in the open doorway protectively.  Sure, he knew for a fact that it was just a case of miscommunication, but two of his Pack mates were hurting and no force on earth could keep him from making sure it stopped.

Matt refused to look up at Jeremy.  Instead he stared hard at his shoes, arms crossed protectively over his chest.  A tiny part of him that wasn't wallowing in heartbreak pointed out that he looked terrible with his bloodshot eyes, mussed hair and splotching skin.  He never had been a pretty crier. Never had really been pretty for that matter.  Especially not compared to the other Omegas in the Pack.  Which just confirmed how stupid he'd been to assume that Jeremy would pick him out of all the other available Omegas in the office.

As if he could hear Matt's thoughts, Jeremy's breath hitched.  "Matt...baby, no."  Matt's view of his shoes was obstructed when Jeremy crouched in front of him.  Warm, broad hands engulfed his, gently tugging until his arms uncrossed.  "Listen to me.  I never, ever wanted to make you cry.  I want to court you so bad it hurts.  I never thought you would want me to.  I shouldn't even be an Alpha.  You deserve so much better than short, weak shit like me."

"What the actual fuck?  Jerem, you're fucking insane if you think you're not a good Alpha.  Seriously.  Literally no one thinks your status is a mistake."  They stared at each other and despite what Jeremy had said, Matt still felt tears escaping his eyes.  "You, uh.  You really mean that?"

"What? About wanting to court you?  Fuck yeah.  I wanted to before we even met, idiot."

"So, were you then?"

"Courting you? Honestly, I probably was without meaning to.  But...I think we both fucked up in this communication thing."  Jeremy released Matt's hands and instead cupped his cheeks.  "Matt, I would be honored if you would consent to my courtship."

"So fucking cheesy."

Jeremy's eyes crinkled in a smile as he tenderly wiped away a few more tears.  "That a yes?"

"Of course.  Jesus, you damn well better step up your game now that it's official.  I'm talking big time making it up to me, Dooley."

"Well, I don't mean to Bragg, but I've been getting some awesome pointers."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Gladly."  Jeremy stood abruptly and leaned in with one knee braced on the couch to taste the grin on Matt's lips.

Notes:  As this chapter was far too long in coming, I’ll let you get on with the reading and apologize later...

Waking up in a quiet, empty house after weeks of always having at least one Alpha around was a jarring experience. And one Ray didn't care to experience anymore. He didn't have to. Not with two incredible, patient, gorgeous, sweet Alphas. Maybe it was a bit childish, but he felt annoyed that they were both gone, knowing that his Heat would fully kick in during the next day or so.

 Already he could feel the heavy warmth settled low in his belly. Usually, that precursor to the full flood of hormones was pleasant but frustrating. When he felt the first tugging, he would always drag himself around the apartment piling his bedding and the nesting supplies his mother had sent for him in front of the television where he would play games during the lulls.

But this time, he was supposed to have his Alphas to take care of him. Joel had already promised to build his nest and Burnie had apparently researched recipes that were gentle on the stomach of those in Heat. But they were both gone and his apartment felt cold and empty without them. That simmering of Heat in his belly only compounded on that feeling and left him lost and a little frazzled.

He was sulking as he pulled on the hoodie he'd stolen from Joel the night before and trudged out to the living room. On the counter in the little kitchen nook he immediately spotted a bowl of cherries and a note.

Despite his determination to continue sulking, he found himself lured by the shiny red skins promising bursting flavor. As he bit delicately into the first cherry of the day, he read the short note.

 Sweetheart,

 Out getting supplies and making sure we're well stocked up for the next few days. Should be done collecting supplies pretty quickly. Expect us back by 1.

 Miss you already,

 Burnie

Below that, in Joel's messy scrawl, Ray read: I miss you more!!

Ray snorted, but his grin had a softness to it. He loved that they insisted on leaving him little notes like that. And rather than text, they usually made it a point to call him directly. He liked that they preferred to hear his voice instead of waiting on a text reply. But the notes. They were sweet in a way texting could never be. It meant they took the time to actually write something out for him.

He hadn't told them, but he had every note either of them had written to him, along with several of the flowers-dried and pressed-hidden in a box in his closet. It wasn't like the notes were a secret. But he liked having that little thing for himself. They knew he liked the notes since they kept writing them, but he didn't think they realized just how much they meant to him. In a way, having that tangible evidence, those little gifts that he could touch, proved to him that he was worth something.

That someone looked at him and saw an entire future. There were no words to accurately describe how much worth Joel and Burnie had given him and how wonderful that felt.

After stowing the note away with the others-and poking through a few old favorites-he found he only had about a half hour before his Alphas returned. With that in mind, he hopped into the shower to clean himself for what would probably be the last time for the next few days. Any other showers, he imagined his Alphas would be cleaning him. They liked to do that and his Heat would provide a good excuse. He took his time toweling off and dressed in loose shorts and the shirt he'd stolen from Burnie on their first night together. He reasoned that it would be easier just to skip the underwear since it would only get soaked soon anyway. Thank God for absorbent nesting pads.

Now that he was nice and clean he wandered out into the living room. Still empty. He'd hoped that he would waste enough time in the shower that his Alphas would be waiting for him. No such luck.

Annoyed and more than a little pouty, he threw himself down face first on the couch and sulked. Even with his face pressed into the cushion, he could smell the cherries beckoning him from the kitchen but he stubbornly ignored them. He didn't give a shit about cherries right now. He wanted his Alphas. More importantly, he wanted to bond with them. Wanted the intimacy he was forced to watch his friends experience.

Before, he'd only see Michael and Ryan utilize their bond on the rarest of occasions. In the past week, he lost count of how many times he saw Michael just pause in his work and turn to Ryan for no reason, only to smile, blush and turn back to his work, hands trailing absently over his still flat belly. Bashful, Ray decided, was a wonderful look for Michael.

With Gavin and Geoff it wasn't nearly as unusual. They had always gleefully taken advantage of their bond. It wasn't unusual, but Ray still couldn't help but think that it felt different now that the ring was on Gavin's finger instead of hidden away. More than once, Ray had caught Geoff nuzzling Gavin's belly or lifting his hand to kiss the ring.

In a sudden moment of clarity, Ray realized that he wanted that. Somehow, more than officially bonding with his Mates, he felt the fierce desire to watch his own belly grow, knowing that he was carrying a little part of his Mates with him. Perhaps the only feeling equal to that was the fear that one would be jealous if the other fathered his first child.

He sighed and grumbled a little. Just one more worry to add to the fucking ever growing list. He almost missed the uncomplicated, albeit lonely life he had before Joel and Burnie finally acted on their interest. Almost.

When he heard the key rattle slightly in the door, he shift and didn't bother to hold in the moan at the sudden flood of virile Alpha that filled his apartment.

"Well damn," Burnie said. "He's closer to full Heat than we thought."

Ray watched through slightly hazy eyes as Joel's hands tightened on the handles of the bags he held.

"What the fuck is all that?" Ray wondered.

Burnie grinned proudly and deposited his bags in the kitchen.

"Heat supplies. I know you have your own nesting things but Joel insisted that it would mean more to all of us if we got you some new ones."

"Dude, the stuff my mom sent me is ratty and old as shit. I've been meaning to get new stuff anyway."

"Well there you go," Joel finally spoke up. He sounded a little strained. To be fair, Ray figured the entire apartment probably smelled like melted chocolate orange. He wondered if either of them had helped an Omega that wasn't related by blood through a Heat.

And he would never know if all he did was wonder silently. So he asked.

"Have either of you done this before?"

He watched both of them pause in their movements, Burnie with his hand frozen halfway to the fridge and Joel with the coffee table almost moved out of the way.

"I helped my sister a bit," Joel said softly. "Built her nest and stuff, brought her food and water.  That kind of thing."

"My mom needed the same kind of help if my dad had to be away for something to do with one of his other Mates."

"But neither of you have done this for an Omega you're not related to?"

Burnie smiled that stupidly charming yet annoyingly smug smile he always got when he was about to explain something obvious.

"We told you right from the start, Sweetheart. Neither of us have ever been interested in Omegas. Betas don't go through Heat cycles like this."

Joel sounded a little annoyed as he shoved the coffee table the rest of the way over to the side of the living room.

"And since this is so fucking new for all of us, Burnie said we have to talk about like, rules and shit."

"What kind of rules?" Ray wondered. He roused himself from the couch and gave in to the lure of the cherries now that his Alphas were there.

"Patience, Sweetheart," Burnie said. He paused in putting away the food and drinks he'd bought to press a lingering kiss to Ray's lips. "We've still got plenty of time for that. Let's get this all set up and ready for you, then we'll sit down and talk."

Ray felt his mouth pull in another pout but Joel kissed it away before turning to his own task of setting up a nest big enough for all three of them to fit comfortably.There were a few bundles of fabric that he set aside that Ray puzzled over but he figured he would get an explanation on those later. Joel knew what he was doing, he supposed.

Once Burnie was done with his own task, he joined Joel, following the other Alpha's instructions on how to best build the nest. The whole time Ray watched, munching on cherries and sipping from the bottle of water Burnie handed him.

As they worked, Ray watched a pattern emerge. It wasn't until Joel placed the last pillow that he realized just what it was.

"Holy shit, it's a rose."

Joel looked inordinately pleased with himself, though Ray recognized the faint hint of anxiety in his smile.

"I looked it up online and thought you might like it...is it too much?"

Ray hastily shoved the bowl out of his lap and bounded towards Joel, determined to climb him and kiss the hell out of him.

"It's amazing. I didn't even know that was a thing."

"Oh good. I was about to feel like a complete idiot."

"Well you are, but you're our idiot, so it works."

"Ok, grown-up discussion before marathon sex.” Joel scooped Ray up and dropped onto the couch with the Omega in his lap.

"I think I really only have one concern," Burnie said.

"The knotting thing?" Ray guessed. With the edge of his Heat teasing his nerves, he frowned at the idea of having two incredibly capable Alphas at his disposal and not being able to have either of their knots. Realistically he knew that knotting for the first time during a Heat was a recipe for disaster, but the slow flood of hormones disagreed.

"The knotting thing," Burnie confirmed.

"Listen, Baby," Joel sighed. He nuzzled Ray's shoulder lightly. "We all want to just bond already.  Being forced to wait sucks."

"But bonds formed during Heats are never as strong. We're already dealing with enough issues over bonding, we don't need to add to it."

"So that's an official rule. Under no circumstances will we knot you during a Heat until after we're bonded."

"I'm gonna add to that," Ray said. "Rule 2 is that you two can't knot each other during my Heat because I know it'll only make things worse for me."

"Deal," Joel agreed.

"Besides," Burnie added. "These few days are going to be all about you as far as I'm concerned." Joel nodded along. "So aside from knotting you, we'll do our best to do whatever you want us to."

"Sweet. Are we done with this? Cause I really need one of you to finger me right now."

He only had a second to enjoy the looks of startled lust before Joel abruptly stood and deposited him in the nest. Burnie immediately seized his mouth in a demanding kiss that barely muffled his pleased sounds.

Joel left the shirt to Burnie as he tore impatiently at the fastenings of Ray's shorts. He groaned in appreciation when he tugged them down a little and revealed bare skin.

"Fuck, you're not wearing any underwear."

"Seemed like a waste of time," Ray panted when Burnie released his mouth in order to look for himself. "Didn't want to-oh fuck!" He arched up into Burnie's questing mouth when Joel bypassed any notion of foreplay and plunged two fingers into Ray's dripping hole. Those delightfully long fingers unerringly found that wonderful bundle of nerves and pressed just long enough for Ray's mind to white out for a second.

He panted harshly before Joel pressed again and he just went limp, moaning helplessly. He clenched his hands only to find that Burnie had them pinned above his head. Before he could comment, Burnie leaned down and bit gently on his neck. In counterpoint to that, Joel sucked harshly on his hip and Ray had a few seconds to wonder if his entire body would end up just one huge hickey by the end of his Heat. Then Joel worked in another finger and Ray squirmed, all thoughts obliterated in the wake of the exquisite stretch.

Hot breath ghosted over the skin of his thigh, prompting a shiver.

“What's your record for most times you came in a Heat spike?"

Since his fingers continued to probe, Ray had to struggle to think. It didn't help that Burnie's exploration of his chest had led him to Ray's embarrassingly sensitive nipples.

"Like four? Maybe five times?"

Burnie hummed and nipped a little, dragging another shiver from their Omega.

"We'll have to see if we can beat that." He latched onto a nipple and sucked harshly, fully aware that Joel had taken the opportunity to thrust his fingers even deeper. The noises that flooded from Ray's mouth were beautiful and both Alphas became aware of just how painfully hard they were.

As Burnie flicked his tongue teasingly at the bud in his mouth, he reasoned that it was a delightful side effect of having such a young, enthusiastic Mate. He and Joel hadn't been quite so readily aroused since they first started dating. And while they still wanted each other with an almost troubling ferocity, Ray brought a new dynamic along with a renewed youthful feeling. He was startled from his thoughts when Ray bucked up with a soft wail and came from nothing but Burnie's mouth and Joel's fingers.

Pleased by the sudden renewal of Ray's scent, Burnie licked down his stomach, cleaning up the mess as he went. When he reached his goal, he took a moment to admire the smooth, pretty cock in front of him, still hard and beautifully flushed.

Joel kept thrusting his fingers until Ray's hole stopped twitching. He watched with hooded eyes as Burnie made sure to clean up every inch of Ray's stomach before taking him in his mouth with a blissed out hum. For a moment he admired the image of his Mates while he absently sucked the slick from his fingers. And once he got a taste, he craved more. So he dove down and replaced his fingers with his mouth.

Ray let out a surprised shout at the sudden presence of a tongue where he was still so sensitive. Any other time and he would still be squirming, but that was one of the wonders of a Heat. He could do this for hours and instead of screaming in protest, his nerves would crave the continued contact. Still skirting the edge of his Heat he had a moment to worry his Mates might not be able to keep up with his needs. But that was probably one of the advantages of having two lovers, one could nap while the other kept him occupied.

Then Joel did something with his tongue at the same time that Burnie sucked enthusiastically and just like that he was gone. Lost in the familiar, all consuming fever of his Heat. He came again with a low whine. As he settled again he noticed that his Alphas were frantically shedding clothing. That realization was followed by a strange sound he had never heard himself make. It was almost a purr. The sound abruptly became a growl when he felt a familiar weight settle over him and his world became the warm blanket of skin.

He rutted mindlessly up into his human blanket and heard Joel's answering groan. They quickly settled into a familiar rhythm. One that Joel had discovered early on that could get them both off in record time. A useful trick for sneaking in a morning quickie when Burnie was trying to get them out the door on time. Now it had the added benefit of helping Joel try to beat Ray's record early on. Chances were that Ray would peak at four, but Joel was determined to try. And if he had fun while doing so, well that was all the better.

Burnie appeared sometime during the rapid climb and nudged Joel impatiently. It took a little doing but Joel managed to keep up his and Ray's rhythm while Burnie somehow worked the toy into Ray.

"Fuck yes," Ray whimpered. "Oh, God, fucking-do it, Burnie. Knot me. I need it so bad."

Burnie shuddered and pressed his forehead against Joel's shoulder. He took a few steadying breaths as he fucked the toy into Ray at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Not yet, Sweetheart. Not until after you cum again. I want to see how bad you want my knot."  He hated himself a little for saying something like that when all three knew it couldn't happen yet, but he couldn't help himself. He fell into the fantasy anyway, imagining what that tight slick heat would feel like around him. He wondered if it would feel similar to Joel. "Show me how much you want it."

Ray did not disappoint. He squirmed impatiently between the toy and Joel, those sweet sounds that both Alphas adored issuing from lightly bruised lips. True to form, Joel's rhythm worked beautifully and in almost no time at all they were groaning their release into each other's necks. Behind Joel, Burnie had only to give himself a few firm strokes before he tipped over the edge, spilling over Joel's back and Ray's thigh. Through his daze he managed to thumb the button on the toy and smiled when he heard Ray's pleased sigh at the now familiar stretch.

After a long moment where the room was filled only with the sounds of their harsh breathing, Burnie stood on slightly shaky legs and found some towels. He shoved one between Joel and Ray in a silent order to his older Mate. Even as he cleaned up his own mess from their skin and did what he could about the continued stream of slick that seeped out from around the toy, Joel half heartedly wiped down their stomachs and tossed the towel aside. All the while he never stopped nuzzling Ray's jaw.

Satisfied that his Mates were taken care of for now, Burnie wandered into the kitchen to retrieve bottles of water. One he downed himself and the others he tucked in next to his Mates for when they emerged from scenting long enough to be thirsty. For a few minutes he stood next to the nest admiring the view presented. The long pale stretch of Joel's back, the slightly darker contrast of Ray's fingers as they trailed over pleasure warmed skin. The knee Joel occasionally nudged the toy with simply to hear Ray's breath catch.

It occurred to Burnie that he might never understand how he got so damn lucky to be able to claim the two beautiful men entwined in the nest, but he swore to himself then and there that he would never take them for granted.

His musings were cut short by the sound of the toy deflating. Carefully he nudged Joel's leg out of the way and gently removed it. For a moment he was distracted by the sight of Ray's suddenly empty, still dripping hole. He wanted nothing more than to fill it and just stay there forever. But because he was responsible and determined to see that his Mates were well taken care of, he gently toweled Ray off and slipped one of the absorbent pads under his hips.

A few minutes later and with careful shifting, Ray was already nodding off even as Joel and Burnie draped over him.

Joel trailed a tender finger over Ray's jaw and smiled when the Omega barely stirred except to lean slightly into the touch.

"He's really perfect, isn't he."

Burnie hummed in agreement.

"You're kind of perfect, too, you know."

"Shut up, Burns."

"I'm serious, idiot. Now shut up and go to sleep. We're both gonna need the rest. Something tells me he'll end up wearing both of us out by the end of this."

Joel smirked.

"I look forward to it."

***

Burnie woke up to plump thighs spread wide over his hips and warm slick dribbling messily across his skin. For one panicked moment he thought Ray was trying to mount him. But all the Omega did was squirm against him. He seemed to become aware that Burnie was awake because he dove down and seized his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Heats, Burnie decided as he grasped Ray's hips and forced them into a slower rhythm to match the pace of their kiss, were amazing things. Already, with Joel's encouragement, Ray had beaten his record twice. By now they had passed the halfway point of the Heat and Ray was in the slow decline. With that warm, eager form writhing against his chest with need, Burnie was torn between relief and disappointment that it would end soon. At least for a few months.

"Burnie," Ray breathed against his mouth. "Please. I need you."

Blindly, Burnie flung out a hand and groped around until he found the toy he'd deliberately placed nearby. He reached down and tested the give of Ray's hole before using the slick he'd gathered to lube up the toy. Aware of how raw his little Omega must be feeling after two days he carefully worked the toy in. He expected to see that now familiar look of bliss, but instead Ray frowned and huffed out a distressed sound.

"It's...fuck, I need more."

Stunned, Burnie froze and from the strangled sound nearby he knew Joel was awake and listening.

"More?" Joel asked hesitantly. "What...what do you mean?"

Ray trembled and leaned his forehead shyly on Burnie's chest.  

"I need both of you. Please? I swear I can take it. I just...please?"

Silence fell over them as Burnie and Joel stared at each other uncertainly. Despite everything, it was something neither had considered before. Burnie watched as Joel seemed to come to a conclusion and he swung his leg over to straddle Burnie with practiced ease. He shuffled forward to press against Ray's back and Burnie shuddered when his cock got caught between them.

"Are you sure, Baby?" Joel whispered against Ray's shoulder. "There's no shame in changing your mind."

"I know," Ray growled. "I want you both so much."

"Ok," Joel soothed gently. "Ok, we can try. If you need to stop, just tell me and I will, I promise. "

"No, need you," Ray insisted.

"I know, Baby, I know. Just...let me make sure you're stretched, ok?" Joel reached down and trailed a nervous finger around the skin already stretched tight around the toy. When Ray made an impatient noise and wiggled his hips again, Joel slid the finger in next to the toy.

Ray's breath hitched at the additional stretch. "More," He gasped.

While Joel complied and continued to stretch their young lover, Burnie found the other toy and examined it. He knew that Ray would insist that he be knotted by both toys and while he seemed to be taking Joel's fingers well enough, and might not have too much trouble with the second toy, the additional swell of the knots would probably be too much. Despite that, Burnie was strangely determined to try. But he wanted the assurance that they could end it immediately if it became too much. He was relieved to find the manual release that would deflate the toy immediately if Ray needed it.

Satisfied that they could prevent any unnecessary pain or damage, Burnie refocused on the pair in his lap.  Joel was steadily teasing Ray up to his first orgasm of the night. He glanced up to see Burnie watching them and grinned.

"How many?" Burnie asked.

"Three fingers. Taking them like a champ. You're doing so well, Baby."

Beyond words, Ray whimpered and leaned his head back on Joel's shoulder. Then Joel did something and Ray gasped sharply and came across Burnie's stomach. Even as he shuddered through the aftershocks, Joel reached out a slick hand to Burnie. With only the slightest beat of hesitation, Burnie handed the toy over.

Joel gently urged Ray up a little higher on his knees. He lined the toy up and mouthed at the scent gland just under his jaw.

"Ready?"

Ray nodded frantically, still unable to form words.

"Promise me that you'll tell me if it's too much," Joel demanded. "Promise me or this isn't going to happen."

"I promise," Ray panted. "I swear I'll tell you. Please, Joel. Oh, God. Please, Burnie, Joel, I need you both so fucking much. Please..." Frustrated tears shone in his eyes as he tried to move his hips back toward the second toy.

After a few seconds Joel took pity on him and gently eased the toy in. All three were surprised at how easily it slid in and the second it bottomed out, Ray came again so abruptly that it startled them all.

"Fuuuck," Ray hissed out. He almost collapsed forward but he caught himself on Burnie's shoulders where he gripped convulsively. "Oh fuck oh god, move. Jesus Christ someone fucking move."

A little smug, Joel immediately started up a brutal pace and the response was perfection. Ray fell into an uncontrollable stream of babbling, simultaneously praising his Alphas while still demanding more and harder and faster.

The sight of Ray so lost in his pleasure while Joel sucked another mark into his neck had Burnie painfully hard. It was easily one of the most erotic things he had ever witnessed. Joel's hips moved restlessly and every time his cock brushed Burnie's they both shuddered and moaned and Ray would always echo it, giving a lovely feedback loop of pleasure that they all fell into easily.

"Close," Ray ground out through clenched teeth. "Fuck, close. Knot me. Please." He continued to gasp out the word 'please' almost like a desperate chant. Over his shoulder, the Alphas shared a heated look and almost in perfect unison they pressed the buttons on the toys. Ray went so suddenly still that his Mates began to panic. Then he came almost violently, panting sobs ripping from his abused throat.

Curious what would happen, Burnie reached out and grasped Ray's smooth cock, stroking teasingly. Ray's back arched and another volley of cum painted Burnie's stomach, accompanied by a slightly over stimulated cry.

Behind Ray, Joel slid a little closer and wrapped a large hand around himself and Burnie. All it took was a few firm strokes and when Burnie felt the unexpected swell of Joel's knot against him, his own swelled until they both filled the tight confines of Joel's fist. He lost track of orgasms after that. By the time he felt his knot begin to deflate, the area between Joel's stomach and Ray's back was an absolute mess. Burnie's stomach faired no better, painted by the additional orgasms the Omega had shuddered through.

Trembling, Burnie and Joel gently eased the toys out of Ray despite his exhausted complaints.  They situated Ray in the middle of the nest and attempted to clean up as well as they could.  After a minute they gave up on more than a cursory wipe down and curled around their Omega,

who was still whining about being so terribly empty. Burnie snorted, but urged Ray to hook his leg over Joel's hip. Then he slid a warm palm down and slipped three fingers into the loose hole.  Ray gave a satisfied sigh and nuzzled lightly against Joel's collarbone. Then Joel's hand smoothed over his hip and Burnie felt another few fingers slide in next to his. Both Alphas snickered at the happy Omega chirp that earned them.

A moment later Ray was asleep and his Alphas were not far behind.

***

It was strange to wake up from his Heat fully aware of what had transpired. Usually, his entire Heat was remembered as a haze of need and fuzziness that Ray absolutely detested. But this time, since he had help from his Alphas, he remembered every delightful detail and simply laid there in content. It took perhaps longer than it should have to find he wasn't in the nest. He was sprawled across his own bed noticeably alone. Though he could hear his Mates speaking in low voices and the distinct sounds of the washer and dryer so he reasoned that they were probably cleaning his apartment.

He felt a little strange not cleaning up himself. But as he shifted towards the edge of the bed and realized just how sore he was, he decided it was one of the perks of having Mates. He took his time gathering up clothes and shuffled into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

It wasn't until he was scrubbing the last remnants of slick from his thighs that he remembered exactly what he'd done about halfway through his Heat. Embarrassment flooded him. Despite Michael's suggestion, he hadn't actually intended to go through with it. He had meant to try it by himself at first and work his way up to easing his Mates into the idea. Obviously that was out the window. Though the fact that they had eagerly complied twice more since that hesitant first time indicated that they weren't opposed to the idea.

Even with the knowledge that they'd seemed to enjoy themselves, the embarrassment lingered to the point that Ray found himself extending his shower for no other reason than he was nervous to face them. It was one thing to beg for something during a Heat. Facing the consequences afterwards was an entirely different matter.

When he finally shuffled into the living room, Burnie was folding the second load of nesting supplies and Joel appeared to be washing something in the sink.

Burnie spotted him first and scooped him up into a warm hug and a sweet kiss.

"Morning, Sweetheart."

"Morning," Ray murmured in return. It felt a little odd to be pressed against Burnie with clothing between them. He had been spoiled the last few days with constant access to naked skin.

"How are you feeling? Not too sore?"

"Nah. A little achy, but I mean, that's more exercise than I've had in years."

Burnie snorted and nuzzled Ray's hair gently.

"Why don't you go pester Joel about the presents he got you this morning and once I'm done folding these, I'll make breakfast."

Curious, Ray accepted the kiss Burnie offered before wandering into the kitchen. Joel was distracted by whatever he was doing, so Ray wound his arms around Joel's waist from behind and snuggled into his back.  

"Hey."

Joel paused momentarily in surprise before continuing on with his task.  

"Hey. Do you always sleep that much after your Heat ends?"

"Not really. To be fair though you guys wore me the fuck out. I'm told there are presents?"

Joel snickered and finished what he was doing. He dried his hands and turned to pull Ray into a kiss.

"So this is probably stupid but I thought. I mean, you seemed to like being full and all so I thought why not do something about that." He shifted a little so Ray could see the new toys drying on the counter.

The sight startled a laugh out of Ray.

"Joel, are those fucking butt plugs?"

The Alpha gave an unapologetic shrug.  

"Yeah. I wasn't sure which ones you might like so I bought a few different kinds. I sort of like the idea of you wearing one to work. No one knowing but the three of us."

Ray blushed heavily. He imagined slipping one in as a new part of his morning routine. Thought about what it would be like to sneak into Burnie's office to fool around at lunch. How he'd react when he slid a hand into Ray's pants to tease him only to find that he was already stretched tight around a toy. Or how Joel would know just from the way he walked and how his eyes would darken and he'd pull Ray into the nearest bathroom to replace the toy with his fingers or tongue.

"Ok, you two," Burnie said. "None of that in the kitchen. Go make out on the couch or something while I make breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever."

Joel scooped Ray up and carried him to the couch where he sat with the Omega in his lap. They were perfectly content to indulge in a slow make out session that somehow devolved into a bit of heavy scenting. By the time food was on the table, Ray was pleasantly scent drunk. Instead of sitting at the table properly, he perched on Burnie's lap. In response the Alpha insisted on feeding him.

"So," Burnie started as he offered another bite of waffle to Ray. "That whole double knotting thing was kind of out of the blue."

Ray's embarrassment crashed back through him and he felt his face heat. "Yeah, well. Ok, honestly? I've been thinking about it for a while now. Like, maybe it could be our solution to the bonding thing. Only I meant to try it myself because I didn't know if it was even possible and I didn't want you to get your hopes up or anything and if I couldn't take it you two wouldn't have to worry, you know?"

"What if you hurt yourself while trying it alone?" Burnie demanded.

"It's not like it hurt me," Ray pointed out. "I took it just fine."

Joel growled lowly.

"There's a huge difference between doing something like that in and out of Heat. While you're in Heat your body is naturally open to more than it would normally be. For all you know, it could be impossible for you to handle outside your Heat. Do you have any idea how horrible we'd feel if you were hurt like that?"

Ray flinched away from Joel's raised voice. He hadn't considered it like that.

"I'm sorry."

Joel immediately regretted raising his voice. He edged his chair closer and threw his arms around both of his Mates.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, but the thought that you could have hurt yourself and we'd have no idea scares the hell out of me."

"I think it could be worth a shot," Burnie mused. "We could see if it's something you can handle outside your Heat and if you can..."

"It might be our only shot at all three of us bonding," Joel agreed. "It's got to be better than just hoping for the best."

"Not to mention, it felt fucking incredible," Ray added with a cheeky grin. "I mean, it can only feel better with the real thing."

Burnie rolled his eyes, though his Mates noticed the slight flush to his cheeks.

"Shut up, Ray."

"You mean you don't want to hear how amazing it felt being so stretched wide open? How being so fucking full made it hard to breathe in the best way? How-" His teasing was cut off by Burnie's demanding mouth and he laughed into the hungry kiss. When Burnie released his mouth to work another bruise into his neck, he hummed breathlessly. "Three days of marathon sex and you're still horny? Jesus, Burns. I thought I was supposed to be the needy one here."

"Guess you're rubbing off on us."

"Not yet, but I can if you want."

"Ray?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up and suck my dick."

"You got it, Boss."

"Hey what about me?" Joel whined.

Burnie smirked. "You can help him."

A moment later he was treated to the lovely sight of his Mates tugging at his pants and arguing playfully about who got to do what.

Yeah, life was damn good.

Notes:  Oh my god what did I write??  Yeah I did a thing because I'm supposed to be writing Ray's heat for Defying Expectations but I keep drawing blanks. I promise I am working on it though!  In the mean time enjoy some completely unrelated humor.

A comprehensive list of actions and phrases that are now off limits as compiled by Team Gents.

1.  Not allowed to watch My Little Pony while pretending to edit videos.

2.  Your team name is Team Lads, not Team We'll Suck Your Dick For 5 Bucks.

3.  Not allowed to threaten people with "British black magic" in order to get the last cookie.

4.  No allowed to challenge Ryans disbelief of British black magic by asking for a lock of his hair.

5.  Not allowed to get a Mohawk.  Ever again.

6.  Not allowed to challenge the local girl scouts to a Jersey death match.

7.  Should not add "in accordance with the prophecy" to any answer directed towards Matt, Burnie, Gus or Geoff.

8.  Should not shuffle around on carpets to build up static, then demand to be called "Ray/Michael/Gavin: Lord of Lightning" and shocking those who do not comply.  Repeatedly.

9.  Not allowed to chew gum during recordings, unless you bring enough for everyone.

10.  Not allowed to chew gum during recordings, even if you did bring enough for everyone.   (Gavin choking on his gum that one time was once too many. )

11.  When asked for opinion for a new game to play for Let's Play Wednesday,  a Meet'n'Fuck flash game is not an appropriate suggestion.

12.  Must not refer to Jack as "Daddy" (Geoff will not miss again).

13.  Must not refer to Geoff as "Mommy".

14.  Not allowed to purchase the soul of anyone in the company.

15.  Not allowed to trade your last cookie for anyone's soul, especially Ryan.   It's just mean.

16.  If someone cannot pay the full amount agreed upon for a bet, it simply means they owe you until next payday.   This does not entitle you to sell their body for the remaining debt plus interest.

17.  Not allowed to train Joe the Cat to vomit on command.

18.  Especially on Kdin's desk.

19.  Not allowed to train army of stray cats to follow Joel around.

20.  Never shout to Joel that "stocks and gold suck!" Ryan and Jack will not always be there to save you.

21.  Cannot trade Chris to another company.

22.  Not allowed to pimp Barbara out to creepy fans in exchange for alcohol.   Not even if you offer to share.

23.  Not allowed to let sock puppets take responsibility for any of your actions.

24.  Not allowed to let sock puppets take over the company.

25.  Roses do not make you transform into Tuxedo Mask and you should stop trying.  Adam is still digging thorns out of his beard from last time.

26.  Not allowed to ask for time off for religious holidays that are not in fact part of your religion.

27.  You are not Vav, you cannot fly and you should not jump off the roof of the bungalow to prove that you can.

28.  Your glasses are not specially designed to enhance your natural X-ray vision and you should stop staring creepily at everyone in the office.   Employees are threatening to file harassment charges.

29.  Rage is not your super power and alcohol does not transform you into Mogar.

30.  Not allowed to create hiring adds and post them on the website.  (Suck a few nobs and you can build with Matt and Jeremy! )

31.  The following phrases should not be improvised in any short:  necrophilia totally counts cause they can't say no, Mad King Loves Wang, Lad Sexcapades, I want all my holes filled with your jizz, DP me mother fucker!, RvB stands for righteous virgin butts, or Japanese rope bondage.

32.  Not allowed to fire any intern for eating the last piece of meat lovers pizza.

33.  Not allowed to bet any more money against Michael, you will very likely go broke.

34.  Not allowed to offer money to Ray for sexual favors, he will always agree and one of the Gents will not always be there to stop it from happening.

35.  Not allowed to threaten Gavin with wet bread to get your way.

36.  Not allowed to threaten Gavin with wet bread in order to get him to say "fuck" on camera so you can post it on the internet.

37.  Stop hiding things Jeremy needs on high shelves.  He almost fell off one last week and we do not need accident reports.

38.  Must not convince Jack to teach you to drive then attempt things "I've done in GTA".

39.  If an idea makes you giggle for more than fifteen seconds it is to be assumed that you should not do it.

40.  The proper response to a request from anyone who has control over your employment should not be "why?"

41.  It is better to beg forgiveness than ask permission no longer applies to Team Lads.

42.  Fire is not your pretty, crackly friend and no it does not talk to you.

43.  Must not conduct psychological experiments on any coworker.

44.  Literally trapping Ryan in a hole so he "knows how the fuck poor Edgar feels!  No way in!  No way out!" is not funny nor will Geoff stop Ryan from exacting his revenge.

45.  When asked on the twitter feed of a live podcast who the bigger man is, you are absolutely not to unzip and prove it.

46.  The phrase "no one saw me do it, you can't prove a fucking thing!" in no way proves your innocence,  especially when said preemptively.

47.  None of you are the king or queen of sugar plums and you should never, ever wear those costumes again.

48.  Not allowed to challenge Miles to "meet me at dawn on the field of honor!"

49.  You are not authorized to initiate a Jihad on negative YouTube commenters.

50.  No allowed to train dogs to "sic interns".

51.  Stop asking Jon about shirts.  He will get to the fucking shirts.

52.  Joel is not old enough to remember the stock market crash or the great depression and you should stop implying that he is.

53.  Burnie's hair is not edible.  No that isn't a typo.

54.  The fuck train does have breaks.  Seriously, that thing has a shelf life.

55.  You should not speculate on the pens size of Joel, Adam, Gus, Jack or Kara.

56.  Matt is not Ray's "clone gone wrong" and you should stop trying to run experiments to prove that he is.

57.  Joel's computer is not your technology god; therefore you should not dance around it naked.   Especially if it's being recorded with Gavin's Phantom.

58.  Teaching the interns rude phrases to say to Gus in Spanish under the guise of teaching them compliments is not funny.

59.  Trying to sacrifice Team Building Exercises to the lords of the underworld to gain eternal life is not ok.

60. The Microsoft Word dancing paperclip is not authorized to overturn orders given to you by your boss.

61.  "I'm high as fuck" is a bad answer given to anyone who is paid more than you.

62.  "I'm drunk" is also a bad answer.

63.  No allowed to use an actual sword to disprove "the pen is mightier than the sword".

64.  Stop it with the milkshake,  Ryan will actually kill you.

65.  Should not threaten Chris and Brandon with pop rocks and coke.

66.  The following items do not exist: slow-mo tracking device, Mogar's power cloak, the key to Achievement City, Monty's sleep mode button, Dan-the-Man emergency beacon, and a life size Tower of Pimps and dragging various employees around the building to look for them constitutes a waste of time.

67.  There is no such thing as a were-virgin.   Jack is not one.

68.  You do not get "that time of the month".

69.  Not allowed to run a side business out of the Achievement Hunter office.

70.  Especially not a pornographic movie studio.

71.  Even if the videos are "video game inspired".

72.  Not allowed to create levels of security clearance with Team Lads at the top.

73.  Your Yoshi stuffie is not your valiant steed and you will stop riding it everywhere.

74.  Any device that can crawl from the Achievement Hunter office to the kitchen on medium setting does not belong in the office.

75.  Races should not be organized using said devices.

76.  You are not a lesbian trapped in a man's body.

77.  When renewing your work visa, your sex is not "other".

78.  Nor is it "yes please".

79.  "It's a Jersey thing" is not an excuse.

80.  None of your names are killing words and you should not suggest this to Chris.

81.  Never taunt employees in the midst of nicotine withdrawal, specifically Joel, with cigarettes.

82.  While wearing a dark expression all day, then shooting Geoff in the chest with a paintball gun in the middle of the kitchen at lunch time was considered a good practical joke by most of the company (including Geoff) it sent Kara and several interns into panic attacks and roused Monty from sleep mode ready to deliver a righteous ninja judgment.

83.  The proper response to a company meeting is not "that's what you think".

84.  Do not challenge Geoff to a drinking contest.  He will win.

85.  STOP FUCKING BRINGING UP THE COINS!

86.  You do not have a working collection of voodoo dolls for the entire company and convincing Chris you do was just cruel.

87.  Cannot use public masturbation to demonstrate a flaw in Ryan's argument.

88.  Jack's beard is not a portal to another dimension.

89.  Just because you somehow managed to use the grappling hook correctly in Worms that one time does not mean you should attempt the same stunt in real life.

90.  Handing giant lollipops to Kerry and Jeremy and trying to get them to sing the song from the Wizard of Oz was very hurtful and next time Geoff will let Matt and Miles beat the shit out of you for making them cry.

91.  You are not the emperor of anything and no one should be made to bow to your glory.

92.  Sending interns on a scavenger hunt is not a good use of your or their time and Burnie will start docking your pay the next time it happens.

93.  Kung-shoe is not to be done in crowded rooms where anyone other than Burnie might be hit.

94.  Not allowed to shout "Mogar bitches!" while smacking people with the foam Minecraft sword as they come around the corner.

95.  "Ju-Bl!" is not a motivational phrase and you should stop plastering the walls with posters.

96.  No you may not touch Geoff's mustache.

97.  Ryan does not want to be the Edgar in your hole.

98.  It doesn't matter which of you made the three hour loop of Jack's slow-mo truffle shuffle, you are all in trouble and it will not happen again.

99.  Not allowed to form an anti-Gent league of doom and recruit anyone under the age of 30 to join and rise up against the Gent oppression.

100.  Stop confessing to crimes that took place before you were born.