#abo!141

It starts off slowly at first. Lunch together, you bring him things that you make to share. He's particularly fond of your cooking but is head over heels for the sugary treats you give him. You don't notice how there are two other alphas and a beta watching you two, as you whisper and laugh about things only omegas would get. Next comes deliberate plans to hang out away from base. You invite him to your flat, it's cozy, and you show him the rows of shelves and baskets and trunks full of nesting things. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and fabric softeners and scent sprays. You explain that you change your nest and the theme of the nest monthly, just one life's little pleasures.

Johnny likes that your place is cute and kitschy and that you don't use the big lights in any room and opt for various soft fairy lights. Back on base in his pack's home, the guys notice that Johnny is redoing his own nest. He's added led strip lights, fairy lights, and softer more delicate blankets and pillows. He comes back home one day and gives each of his pack mates a squishmallow to cuddle and sleep with, really drench it in their scents before it goes into his nest. Price and Simon don't think much of the change, and they only notice when Kyle says, "Johnny doesn't normally feed into these types of behaviors."

This causes the three of them to watch their omega a bit closer. The only thing they notice is that Johnny has made a new omega friend, and any unease they had is quelled.

The fourth month comes of you and Johnny knowing each other, and now you're both very close. He has a key to your place and swings by often. So much so that your home carries his scent and the trace scent of the alphas and beta from his pack. You and him do everything that pack omegas would do, together! Things such as shopping for nesting materials, visiting omega only cafés (and you're shocked truly that he hasn't done something like that), he's even gone shopping with you for heat toys to prepare for your upcoming heat (the look he gives you during that trip was one you couldn't really decipher. But his cheeks were pink often).

So much time being spent together means that things...tend to sync up.

Johnny is the first to notice it when his heat is a week late. He confirms that he's not been accidentally pupped by his pack (they are all very careful with not getting him pregnant). The doctor laughs at him and says with a smile on his face, "Your body is probably trying to sync up with a new pack mate."

Johnny is shocked with news, and it's even more true when you start complaining about your own heat not showing up.

"Johnny, I went and saw my primary. She said my hormones are okay, but my body is preparing for a heat soon... Do you think we synced up?" You whisper on the phone with him. It's a bit later in the evening and you've been worried all day since your own appointment. Your heat was due two weeks ago. "I won't be able to make it back to my family in time to be looked after."

"Well, bonnie Bunny." He says quietly, he's laying in his own nest. Simon's shirt fits loosely on him, and the sweats he stole from Gaz fit for the most part. He's got his face in the stuffed animal that smells like cigar smoke and teakwood and notes of the expensive cologne that Price likes to sometimes wear. "My own doctor thinks we're synced up, haven't told my pack yet, but the doctor is suggesting that my team and I be benched until the new break through heat comes."

"Oh Johnny, I'm so sorry." You whimper. "I didn't think this would happen -"

"Nothing to say sorry for bonnie." His voice is low, "I think it's a good thing. I've finally got the push to ask you if you want to, uh...formally meet my pack. They know your scent, and they like it." He chuckles at the memory of Simon inhaling the lingering scent of you from a pillow case he took for his own nest. Another thing that close omegas did was share nesting items and comfort each other.

You're silent for a moment, and it worries him. There's a sigh, it's dreamy in a way, "I'll admit, seeing you with those three on base was nice. I may be respectful, but I'm not blind."

He's grinning like the Cheshire cat. Johnny has always wanted another omega in the pack, but most omegas were either afraid of Simon or put off by Price (he's a bit of a control freak). They also didn't want to be brought into a military ran pack with the chance of one of them randomly getting killed in action. It's fate really that both of your bodies decided to sync up like airpods.

The next morning at the breakfast table, before they all get pulled in different directions for the day, Johnny sets down his lab reports in front of Price. He's not daft. He knows that they know his heat is late. Kyle had made a mention of it in passing that he had stocked up on everyone's favorite snacks and whatnot and that they have not used them yet. At the time Johnny just shrugged, feeling sluggish but nowhere near ready or wanting to be knotted and fucked stupid.

Price raises an eyebrow as he sips his coffee, "You had an appointment and didn't tell us?" He seems a bit hurt. Like if something was wrong with any of his boys, his loves, he would have noticed it. Sure, Johnny's heat was late, but that's happened before when he was stressed over a mission or the outcome of a mission. He chalked it up to the last op they were on, nasty work, but they all made it back in one piece.

"Yeah." Johnny makes himself a plate of food and grabs the orange juice from the fridge. "Been feeling off lately, and it's a new break through heat cycle forming."

This time, it's Simon who snorts. He's not one for random changes. He remembers when his father would have random changes to his rut, and it always meant that he had been cheating on his mom. He really doesn't want to assume the worst right away. "What are you trying to say, Johnny?"

"I want you guys to meet my friend." He says with a small smile, "The friend that smells like toasted marshmallows and sugar cane."

The guys all perk up about that bit of information. The air in the room seemed to be charged with anticipation. Common knowledge that omegas tended to keep their omega friends separate from their packs to avoid issues. Their darling Johnny had found a friend, a new pack mate, and was trying to gauge if they would all accept her. Kyle is the first to break the silence.

"Well." The chair creaks as he leans back in it. In thought, "Is she the reason your cycle has been thrown off, and is that stack of papers from your doctor about to bench us until your break through heat is over?"

He feels a bit sheepish at being called out. "I really like her, and I've been to her house and seen her nest and I'd like to show her mine" he rattles off hastily, "nothing has happened besides us hanging out, and you guys like her scent and well..." Johnny thinks over his next words carefully. He doesn't want to offend his mates, and he doesn't want to put them on the spot. The deep sigh he lets out is long and he listens as John shifts through the doctor orders and suggestions about being benched while waiting for a new heat cycle to happen.

"Tell us Johnny." Kyle reaches over and grabs his hand lovingly. "We won't be mad."

"I get lonely sometimes and normally I can keep a good balance but sometimes you just need that extra bit to make it whole and I think she's that extra bit that could make, me- us whole." He quickly corrects, but everyone already heard.

The reality that Johnny wanted another omega in the pack settled on everyone. It was sudden but understandable. Two alphas and a beta (who leaned more towards being an alpha sometimes) could be a bit much on one omega. They didn't need to think it over, just feeling the dull scent of honey apples coming from him says it all.

John looks up from the papers and smiles gently, "Sure, we'll meet her and go from there." Getting up, he downs the rest of his coffee and moves to put his dishes away. "I'll get the paperwork put in for stand-by medical leave for us. Pick someplace comfortable for you and her, you little muppet."

Johnny can only grin about this change of events.

Soap wasn’t an unhappy man. He was talented, knew just how dangerous he was in the field, how many brushes with death he’d skillfully skirted with a big “fuck you” and a bloody smile. He had the respect of his peers and fear of the new recruits. Most importantly, he had a pack he loved. Never went to bed wanting or alone. His inner Omega should be satisfied, all things considering, and yet, he still yearns. 

He feels guilty sometimes. When he’s laid out on one of his mate’s beds, sweaty and thrumming with release. He rolls over, pressing wet kisses to damp skin and trying to focus on fingers that ghost over his head. Tries to push out the gnawing subconscious thought of more. He wants to scoff at himself. 3 mates and somehow he still couldn’t help but be greedy. 

It’s like Price says in the field (and in the bedroom, funnily enough): “You're a goddamn restless dog ain’t ‘ya? Restless and a dog, indeed. 

His words run through Soap’s mind as he stares at you. His dirty little one-sided secret. He’s watched you for months. Smelled you immediately when his eyes first landed on you, an unforgettable mix of vanilla licorice, fruit, and a tang of something earthy, like grass or rain. So unbelievably feminine and soft, he was intoxicated. Couldn’t help but watch as you walked down the hall. You had glanced at him, eyebrows furrowing slightly; he remembered the chill that ran through him when you locked eyes. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

He had immediately sweet talked the Beta receptionist into handing over your file. He had tucked it under his arm and taken it to his room, locking the door and glancing around like he was a teen with a raunchy magazine. Read it front to back. You were smart, specialized in cybersecurity before you joined the military. Now you drifted from team to team, going where you were needed. Helping run covert hops here, a little hacking there. He felt a grin take over his face when he saw that in your last assignment, you acted as a demolition expert. An impressive resume, he faintly wondered why you hadn’t been pinned down by a team yet. Clearly, you were an asset. 

He got to your current contract papers, seeing you were brought on to be a floater. You’d help with missions in the unit how they saw fit. He could only pray that he’d be working with you eventually. He closes the file, thumbing the small file photo of you. You were beautiful no doubt, not smiling but still holding a hint of softness. 

He pauses when he realizes he didn’t see a presentation in your file. He flips through the pages again, skimming through your medical report. The boxes next to ‘Omega’, ‘Alpha’, and ‘Beta’ are all unmarked. It clicks then, your sweet smell and the lack of presentation in your files. You were an Omega. 

Soap wasn’t really supposed to be where he was as an Omega. While there were no rules against it, there were hardly any Omegas here for a reason. It was hard, both physically and mentally. Soap had taken twice the recommended amount of suppressants and nearly went broke buying scent blockers. Put his body through hell and back to prove he was worthy. It was only when he became Lieutenant and had the protection of a pack that he felt comfortable enough to stop hiding his presentation . By then, no one could really say anything about it. 

His heart raced. You were an Omega. He had no proof other than being one himself, but he was almost sure of it. It did nothing to curb his growing curiosity. 

He should have pushed you out of his mind, but he’s Soap. He’s insistent and can be downright stubborn when it comes down to it. It was just his nature. He formulated a whole plan, get close to you, slowly ease you into meeting his pack, then make you theirs. Plain and simple. 

It was not plain and simple. 

First of all, the guilt started eating at him. He had everything he’d ever hoped for, a family, a successful career, and here he was. The worst part is that Soap couldn’t help it, he loved his mates, their masculine presence and smell that filled a room. But he secretly can’t help but wish there was another Omega around, someone who could help him ground his Alphas. Gaz did a great job, but he was a beta, and Soap often received the brunt end of Ghost and Prices’ more baser instincts. Not just an Omega, but a woman. Someone with that femininity and power that balances and soothes an entire pack into submission. 

Second of all, you didn’t want to give him the time of day. 

The first time he approaches you is in the dining hall, your face stoic and focused as you grab an apple and place it on your tray. He takes a few breaths, your muted and yet somehow still overwhelming scent filling his senses. 

“New around here bonnie?” He finally gets the courage up to speak.  “Names Johnny, but people call me Soap.” He reaches a hand out. 

You take it hesitantly, and he revels in the softness. He tries not to get distracted by the way his hand almost completely covers your own. 

“Y/n.” you respond curtly, releasing his hand and grabbing your tray.  “Transferred a week ago.” You don’t wait for his response, making your way over to one of the many tables littered with people chatting. Soap hastily grabs a banana and his tray, taking long strides to catch up with you. 

“So uh, how you likin’ it so far?” He flinches at his own stutter. God, he’s out of practice. 

You give him a pointed look. 

“S’fine.” You sit, hastily picking up your spoon and taking a bite of oatmeal. It doesn’t deter Soap. 

He spends the next 30 minutes talking your ear off, receiving the occasional nod or “mhm” from you. You give up very little about yourself, answering shortly and precisely. It drives him mad. 

You cut off his rant on the latest recruits, standing abruptly. “It was nice talking with you Lieutenant MacTavish, but I have to get going.” 

He watches as you leave, stunned and frankly a little turned on at how easily you brushed him off. Soap was a sucker for a chase. 

He faintly realizes that you knew his rank and last name, and has a feeling that you’re a careful and intelligent woman. It only fuels his growing suspicion of your presentation. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Soap keeps trying after that, despite the gnawing feeling of guilt and greediness. The less you give him, the more enraptured he becomes. With every eye roll and silent stretch you give him, he falls deeper and deeper into the need to make you his. 

It only takes a couple months for it all to come to a head. Soap finds you in a hallway late at night, most people tucked away in their quarters. Your scent is slightly off, soured and citrusy. He loves it. 

“Where are you stormin’ off to?” 

You don’t answer, which is not unusual, but the way you push past him without so much of a glance, is. “Aye, c’mon love, what’s got you so worked up?” 

You turn on your heel, almost crashing into Soap. You didn’t hate him, sometimes you even welcomed the company, even though his jokes were shit. Not that you’d let him know you even remotely liked his presence. You stare him down for a second, teeth gritted. 

You had just overheard some particularly nasty and sexist comments about you, not the first time- hell not even the fiftieth time. But it never stung less, that people refused to see your experience and rank simply because you had the misfortune of being born a woman. You regret the words almost as soon as you say them. 

“Leave me the fuck alone, MacTavish. I’m not interested in your company, and I sure as shit didn’t ask for it. Go bother your pack, and leave me alone.” You spit the word at him, and you’re not sure why. Maybe it’s a reflection of your own loneliness deep down. You can’t stand the shock on his face, so you turn around and sulk to the kitchen to find a sweet treat to placate you. 

Soap watches as you leave, and he’s hurt. How can you not see how perfect you’d be for the pack? Granted, he’s the only one that knows, he still has no idea how to broach the topic with his pack. Would they hate him? Call him selfish, wonder why they weren’t enough for him? His fists clench at his sides as your scent completely fades. 

Then it clicks. He doesn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before. He smiles to himself, no longer upset at your blatant rejection. He almost skips back to his room. 

He has it all figured out. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

The next morning he flirts with some nurses, brings them donuts from the place off base. While they’re all distracted and giggling amongst each other, he quietly slips into the record room and grabs your files. His heart beats out of his chest at the little checkmark next to “Omega”. 

He knew it. He flips through the files quickly, finding a detailed page tracking your heat cycles. You haven’t had a heat in years, seeing a note that says you denied a doctor's request to go into heat at least once every 3 years. He knew that pain, he couldn’t imagine you putting yourself through that. You shouldn't be putting yourself through that. He’ll make sure that you don’t have to anymore. 

He flips a few more pages, going back to when you did have your heats. He finds an entry that notes that you had unusually long and painful heats, along with a prescription of sedatives. The next line states that you usually have them every 3 months, February, May, August and sometimes December. He hears his heartbeat in his ears when he realizes his luck of it being the beginning of December. It was meant to be. 

He closes the file quietly, closing his eyes in relief. You’d be his, and his pack’s, soon. 

That night, while you’re showering in the gym, Soap is breaking into your room. It doesn’t take much effort, he’s in within minutes, stepping into your sacred space. There’s a half assed nest in the corner of your room, your instincts must be strong if you’re still nesting while taking suppressants. He wants to go over and fluff it for you, add his scent covered shirt to the pitiful pile. He shakes his head. He needs to focus on why he’s here. 

He rifles through your cabinets, desperately searching. He knows you like long showers, but he’s still on edge. If he gets caught, it’s all over. He tries to be quick without disturbing the placement of your items, but he begins to panic when he can’t find those familiar little pills. He rushes to your bed, looking underneath. He’s about to lose hope when he moves from underneath your bed, cursing when he knocks his head on the frame. 

He almost doesn’t hear it. The soft thud of something falling. He looks back under the bed, eyes falling on a tiny box meant for jewelry. He grabs it, slowly opening it and removing the piece of foam on top. 

Bingo. 

He stares at the tiny pills, the familiar pale blue a contrast against the black of the box. He spills a few in his hand. There were enough for months. You were like he was, handing your health over in exchange for surviving here. His fist closes over pills as he makes his way out of your room. He locks your door behind him, trying not to run to his room. When he makes it there, he’s buzzing with excitement. He goes to his bathroom, opening the toilet lid and fishing the box from his pocket. He doesn’t hesitate in throwing them all into the bowl, and watching as the water swirls when he flushes. The water settles, and your pills are gone. 

Omega’s are the most sensitive of the three presentations. Senses more in tune than even the best Alpha. It was in their very biology to be strong in ways Alpha’s were not, to hold a pack together. Your biology would work quickly, work through the artificial hormones you’d been poisoning yourself with in haste. It happened to him, after so long of suppressing his Omega, it came back with a vengeance. You would be no different. 

And with Price’s rut- and Ghost’s, coming up soon, they won’t stand a chance against the strong smell of an Omega in heat. He’ll make sure that they find you, that they take care of you. 

Kylie is warm, And sore. Extremely warm and sore. Something is wrapped around her tightly, she has all these conflicting smells. Her legs and throat ached. She couldn't breath from the heat and the pressure around her.

"Mhh." She opened her eyes to see several bodies strewn around her, something hard was pressed into her. Fuck. Last night she…fuck. The captain was holding her against his chest, his cock placed firmly inside of her. Simon was pressed against her front, Johnny and Kyle curled around their feet. She was blocked in. Closing her eyes she tries to take a steading breath. Calm her nerves before she starts sobbing and choking. Finger's turn her face away.

"Mornin' pretty." Simon was awake, brown eyes examining her. Kylie didn't speak. She didn't know what to say. "Are you sore?" She nodded, Simon's hand coming to rub at her cheek. With a kick he jostled Johnny to move and pried her from Price's arms. She stiffened, everything was sore and tight. Simon carried her into the shower room, gently setting her on her feet against the tile. She pulled her arms around herself and stood away from him. Simon watched her as he turned the knobs to heat the water up.

"C'mon dove. Promise not to bite." Smacking his teeth together he pulled her into him, splaying her out to let the water run down her skin. Using his hands he lathered her in his own soap, loving the scent mixing with hers. "Did so good for us last night. So good. Good little 'mega." He peppered kisses along her neck, jaw and head. She tried pushing his hands away when he went to wash between her legs.

"Stop that. You're not leaving here without getting cleaned right." His finger brushing her clit as he made his way through her folds. Kylie whimpered, her body jolting against him. "Still so sensitive dove." Rinsing his hand off, he brought it back between her legs and fiddled with her clit, using his mouth to drown her whimpers. His other hand holding hers to her chest. She was wet, easily slipping two fingers into her he groaned. She could feel him hardening behind her. It was thick and hot against her back. "Think you can give me one this morning?" Kylie shook her head, she was still tired. The steady trickle seeping from between her legs said different. Pushing her front against the tiled wall he started to finger fuck her, her entire body seizing up easily.

"Hardly touched you and you're already cumming. Such a greedy little thing." Kylie cried, her body was on another planet. She didn't even feel him bend her over, not until he slammed home into her. A muffled scream left her lips at the adjustment. "Fuck dove. So warm." She tried to find a grasp on something but couldn't he had her pinned in his hold. The size of him was mind boggling. Kylie could feel him in her throat, the constant slam of his hips dragging her into a intense pleasure hell. One long drawn out orgasm that she couldn't tell the end from the begging of. Simon pulled out, Kylie falling to the ground as he finished in his own fist. Kyle followed the sound of her cries and Simon's grunts. Walking in as the pair finished. He gently picked Kylie up, moving her back into the water to wash her hair and wipe Simon off her.

"Next time maybe be a little gentle with her." Simon grunted, his back agaisnt the cold tile.

Kylie was tucked into a chair. Blankets wrapped around her as the smell of bacon and eggs become clear. Simon was cooking, Kyle sneaking nips and kisses here and there from both of them. She wanted to go home. Wanted her own clothes and her own bed. Wanted to forget last night period. She'd never been knotted. Saved it for her one true love or whatever. Mainly she hadn't found someone she deemed worthy of knotting her. Of marking her and being hers. They were watching her, every little move. They'd given her some paracetamol for the soreness, let her drink it down with a cup of tea.

"There you are doll." She jumped at the voice and the scruff of hair on her neck. "Jumpy are we?" Kylie looked away. He walked to the boys and gently touched their scent glands, Kylie assumed it was a pack gesture. Maybe showing who was in charge, but the way Kyle leaned into the touch said something different. Johnny strolled in, seating himself at her feet. His hands ran up her legs, buried his head in her lap. A twinge in her heart stopped her from flinching. Instead she sat still, allowing him to lay on her. His warmth was welcomed. She watched as the boys finished making breakfast and joined her and Johnny. Price carried a extra plate, setting it in her hands, Kyle doing the same for Johnny. Eggs bacon, toast, even fruit. Her plate was full.

"Eat up bonnie. Last night zapped you." At the mention of her nightly activities she blanched. Price watched, zeroed in on her tiny movements. He could see the fear and distrust. Sense the hesitation, but he could taste the arousal. The need for them. He'd pulled it out of her. Had licked it from her thighs.

"Not really hungry." Her fingers held the fork but pushed the food around. Johnny took it from her, easily stabbing a couple eggs and holding them to her mouth.

"Eat." Kylie could see the look in his face. The alpha, he wasn't giving her a choice. She opened her mouth obediently. Johnny throwing her a lopsided smile. "See, good." She gave a fake nod and swallowed, allowing him to feed her another bite.

"We have a free day today, why don't we take dove and show her the house?" House? What had she gotten herself into. "Let you pick your room, though don't plan on sleeping in it." She meets Price's eyes. "We haven't had a omega in our bed for a while." She had no idea what to think. What was happening? Was she being kidnapped?

"It's okay. I have my own apartment actually." They seemed to chuckle, Johnny pushing hair from her face.

"Of course you do Bon. But once we've claimed ya', you'll have to live with us." Claiming?!

"Wha-no. Not happening." She's forcing Johnny off and away and moving away from them all. "No one is claiming me! Last night was bad enough, no one asked me! I don't even know any of you!" Hands shaking, Simon approaches her like she's a wild animal.

"Now dove, no need to get worked up. You didn't eaxctly say no last night." She hit the island. He pinned her in. He was so much larger than her. "You're ours. Can't you feel it?" She couldn't feel anything but the thump of her pulse between her legs.

"You haven't given any time to think." He's chuckling, tilting her head back.

"Think today. I'm sure you'll come up with the right answer." He bent to kiss her. "We already have."

After being dressed and fussed over they loaded her into a truck and headed outside town. At least thirty minuets. Kyle and Johnny pinned her in and pointed things out. Telling old stories and funny antidotes. She didn't say anything. What would she say anyway? Hello? I'm a person? Might be getting kidnapped right now? No. She just sat there and kept quiet. Maybe after all this they'd let her go home.

"Here she is, home sweet home." Kylie gasped at the house. Even though it needed some TLC it was beautiful. She could tell some work had been done, the fence and gate looked new. The driveway was cleaned and they parked quickly. The front yard needed work, garden beds empty of flowers but overgrown with weeds. Kyle pulled her out, wrapping a arm around her waist.

"You like flowers? Could plant you some pretty flowers here." Kylie nodded. They followed after Price as he unlocked the door and swung it open. They filed inside. Some of the floors had been torn up, wallpaper scraped off. But the bones were good. She could see a fireplace in the living room, what seemed to be a office off that.

"Like I said, needs work but it's gonna be perfect as our home." Hands set on her shoulders as Price spoke above her. "Needs a woman's touch. Your touch, doll." He pushed up a little. "Go on, explore. Find your room. We can work on a rough draft at dinner." Anxiously she nodded and walked to the huge staircase, up the steps and opened the first door. It was beautiful. They seemed to have been doing all the work themselves. Four strong alphas building the perfect home for their omega. Her. For her. But… they didn't even know her? Two rooms down she found it. Two huge windows overlooked the backyard. A big walk in closet and a en suite. She could fit her room in her apartment in the bathroom alone. It was beautiful. Some paint and drapes and she could picture herself waking up in there, wrapped up in one of them.

"Find it sweetheart?" She looked over at Price. This was their house, not hers. "Fits you. We could get a bed big enough for all of us." Her cheeks heated. She stepped foot into the bathroom. It needed to be updated. Space for a soaking tub and walk in shower.

"Need's some work, huh?" He chuckled. "Tell me your dream bathroom." Kylie smiled.

"It's okay." The mirror was cracked. She looked ran through. He walked up behind her.

"This is our house now, yours included. So tell me." Kylie nodded and pointed to the tub.

"I've always wanted a soaking tub. Somewhere I could relax after my heats. Water to my shoulders. Maybe a walk in shower over there? Built in vanity with a sink here." Price nodded, cataloguing it all. What his girl wanted, his girl got.

"Sounds lovely. I'll order some books for you to go through. Pick out everything from the tile to the finish on the handles. Do the same for your room too. Want you to be comfortable here." Did she want that? They were so nice to her.

"Okay. Yeah." Kissing her cheek he took her hand. He led her to the kitchen, which had already been finished. The fridge and stove matched the cabinetry. Seamless transition. Simon and Kyle seemed to love it. The forest green color went great with the cream highlights.

"Boy's designed it themselves." Johnny whispered as they sat at the breakfast nook. They were going over floor tiles and paint colors.

"That yellow would be good for the nursery." Kyle piped up, the soft yellow in his hands. Nursery?

"What about orange?" They glared at Johnny. "What?"

"Orange for a pups room? No. The yellow is perfect. What do you think Dove?" Eye's on her.

"Pups? Nursery?" Kylie looked around. Just last night she was going to report them and here she was with a room picking out nursery colors. She was single. Un-mated. Definitely not expecting. "I'm not pregnant. Or in a relationship. You don’t even know my name and you're sitting her planning my future?" Price sat back and folded his arms.

"Kylie Renee West. Born March twenty-third at two-thirty pm. Graduated early at sixteen, developed chronic migraines the same year. You're AB positive. You can't stand pushy alphas and have spent most of your adult life avoiding alphas at all cost." He leaned forward. "I know you're our omega. I know we're gonna claim you and then gonna take turns filling you up until it sticks." Kylie couldn't breath. They'd been watching her.

"You've been stalking me?"

"Researching. Our job doesn't leave time for chit chat, love. Wanna make you ours before it's too late." Four males sat in front of her ready to give her the world. Whatever she asked for. They seemed to know every little thing about her. God knows they fucked her good. Kylie was twenty-five. Most of her friends were mated and settled. Here was her chance. Was she gonna take it or run?

"Let's say I agree to be your omega. What happens? You expect me to change my entire life? Keep me barefoot and pregnant?" She refused to give up her life for a alpha. She worked to hard for it.

"No need for you to work. We can support you easily. Especially when you get pregnant. Shouldn't be on your feet then."

"Good little omega should stay at home and wait for us to take care of her."  Kylie wanted to scoff.

"I have a life without you, you know? Friends, a job, hobbies!"

"Which is all doable from our house, where you belong. And like Simon said, there's no need for you to work. More time for those hobbies of yours." She was gonna faint. They expected her to drop everything to stay at home and play housekeeper.

"Hell no. I'm not giving up my life. Not for some man's dreams." She went to stand, leave before she said anything else.

"Not so fast little one." She was pressed between two bodies. Kyle and Johnny. "You act like you have a choice in the matter." A hand was in her pants, fingers slipping between her folds and prodding at her clit. Kylie's omega was clawing her way to the front again, being so close to these alphas and the mouth's on her neck.

"You've been ours since we first saw ya' Bon." Johnny sucked her earlobe into his mouth, Kyle's hands playing with her. Kylie tried to push them away, knowing her good judgement was dwindling quickly. The pleasure soaring through her body was causing her brain to melt.

"You can say what you want doll, but you can't deny that your body craves us. You're all but begging us to fuck you. Ruin you." Kylie whimpered. Leaning back into Kyle as Johnny latched his mouth to hers. No one had ever touched her the way they did. They touched places she didn't even know she had. Had never experienced pleasure like this with anyone else.

"Tell us you want this." A hand wrapped around her throat. She looked into Johnny's eyes. Kyle was fingering her, she could hear how wet she was, the squelches loud in her ears. Johnny squeezed harder.

"I-I want this." Her voice was breathy, sounding more like a moan than words. Her toes curled as the orgasm approached. Kyle quickened his pace, loving the look on her face. The scrunch of her brows and whimpers that left her lips.

"You gonna cum for us?" Kylie nodded, Johnny's hand still wrapped around her neck, his teeth nibbling on her ear. "Look so pretty when you do. Taste even prettier." Johnny tightened his grip and watched as her face scrunched up, her hand wrapping around Kyles wrist as she came. Kyle continued until she was whimpering and trying to pull away, shoving his fingers in her mouth to clean.

"Who do you belong to?" John was standing in front of her, his hand palming himself through his jeans. Simon right behind him. Kylie licked her lips before answering.

"You." John smiled and undid his button, shoving them down his legs.

"Good girl, now get on your knees."

The shrink said that they should all listen to the recording from the session that she had with Kyle and the girl. Simon doesn't understand why they need to allow this to even go on. In his mind, Kyle is a trooper, a tough one despite being an omega. He's fallen out of a helo and survived. He's taken numerous shots to his body and rolls with the punches. Simon knows he will be a lieutenant before the end of the year…providing he passes the slew of psych evals after his stint as a POW.

Yet he feels uncertain as he sits with John and Johnny. They are in John's office seated at the desk with the little tape recorder on the table, hosting the other unseen parties of this mess. Simon can feel the tension in the air, and it makes him itch. His skin feels like it is breaking out in hives. He scratches and picks at the scabs on his arm. A nasty habit that Kyle will no doubt scold him on the second things become routine again. And God, Simon can't wait for his routine to be back in place, a comfort that he's been missing.

“So.” John says as he reads through the notes that the psychiatrist and the therapist worked up. “Kyle obviously has PTSD, anxiety, depression and here's a new one, concerns about an eating disorder developing along with the obvious unhealthy attachment to the girl.” He tosses down the packet of notes and sighs. “We really are stuck with her.” He reads a few more lines and sighed, “His withdrawal from whatever they were giving him is steady, though, safe for the most part.”

Simon only grunts and folds his arms, “Don’ see why we're doin’ this to start.” He's glaring down at the recording device. He certainly doesn't want to confront any demons that happen to exist on that tape. He'd rather be allowed to torture the people that were caught during Kyle's escape. Sure, they were just lowly guards, but they had seen enough and could point them in the right direction.

“It'll help us with helping ‘em Si.” Johnny says. Simon takes note of how he seems to be fingering the little cross on his necklace more often these days. Johnny sighs and gives them both a smile, “Well let's play the tape.”

John only grunts in agreement and presses play on the tape player.

Therapist: So good morning Kyle *sounds of paper rustling* and Ye- Yee-mo-jay?

Kyle: *laughs* Close but not quite. It's Yeh-mo-ja. Don't worry, I didn't get it at first either

Therapist: Sorry, I'm just trying to make sure. Tell me, Kyle, how are you feeling today?

Kyle: *is silent for a moment* I- I don't really know how I'm feeling. I don't feel real, and the withdrawal from whatever they gave me hurts.

Therapist: Withdrawal? Can you expand on that?

Kyle: *mumbles something incoherent*

Therapist: Could you repeat that?

Kyle: They injected us and gassed us with various things. I'm not too sure what.

Therapist: Sounds like an awful experience. I'm sure your pack is glad to have you back.

Kyle: *sighs* Yeah, I guess I am glad to be home…with them.

Therapist: You sound unsure. Care to tell me why?

Kyle: I'm not unsure about being with them. I unsure about- fuck- I don't know.

Yemoja: *quiet mumbling*

Kyle: No. I don't want you to leave.

Therapist: You two seem very close.

Kyle: She's my friend. My omega.

Therapist: How do you feel about that Yemoja?

Yemoja: *quiet mumbling*

Therapist: Do you have a family that would have been looking for you?

Yemoja: *sniffles and starts crying*

Kyle: Hey, it's gonna be okay. You have us now, and w-

Yemoja: *mumbling between sobs*

Kyle: Don't say that. My boys do like you, Yemy.

Yemoja: *indistinguishable words between crying*

Kyle: I wouldn't lie about something like that.

Therapist: I understand you are upset and that these must be difficult emotions for you both to deal with.

Yemoja: *very quiet sniffles and whispers*

Kyle: You're staying because you're mine.

*several seconds of silence. The therapist can be heard writing*

Therapist: Kyle and Yemoja, I have noticed that you both have trouble sleeping and eating basic ADLS. How can I help with that?

Yemoja: *quietly* Kyle doesn't like it when you give him drinks that aren't in a closed unopened bottle.

Kyle: *chuckles* I don't. But I'll deal.

Yemoja: *mumbles* Will you, though?

Therapist: So unopened drinks with caps only. What about food?

Kyle: We don't like eating anything if we can't cook it or see it cooked from start to finish.

Yemoja: *sniffles and is very quiet* No oatmeal, cream of wheat, none of that, please. No more.

Therapist: I am sure we can accommodate that.

*several moments of quiet with scratching of writing*

Therapist: Anything else I can pass along to help with adjusting?

Kyle: *takes a deep breath* I want to be discharged from the service.

It was like the air was sucked out of the room when Kyle said that. Simon had to blink a few times in order to really understand what was said. He really couldn't comprehend what he had just heard. His Kyle wanted to quit?

Fucking ridiculous.

He knew he didn't really mean that, he had been leading smaller ops for the past year working towards a promotion. They've all been put through their paces, survived horrific situations and he wants to quit? He wants to fucking leave the team? The nerve.

Simon got up from the table and left the room. He didn't pay attention to Price or Johnny calling him back, he only had tunnel vision heading towards the observation buildings. Whatever Kyle was going through, he would fix it, even if he had to use brute force. They were a team. They were a pack. Task force 1-4-1, together no matter what. Even just Kyle wanting to leave made him feel like a failure at keeping what's left of his family safe.

Simon knows he is not good with words, but he's sure he can make him see reason. He's sure that whatever cross Kyle is bearing, he can carry it for him, he can bear every and any cross for his team, his pack, his family. It's his own little punishment for every sin he's committed against humanity. His own self flagellation for when he lost Kyle on that op, a deeper form of punishment from when he got his brother and his fledgling pack killed. He would suffer any kind of punishment for the transgression of thinking his Kyle was dead. He lost sleep over it, replayed each and every moment leading up to his capture. He and Johnny argued about both of their mistakes, with Price being the one to have to break up the arguments.

He gets to the room where Kyle is and he breaks open the door startling both him and the stray that clings to him.

“Simon?” Kyle says with wide eyes, but then they relax, “I was wondering when I'd see you.”

“What's this about you wanting to get discharged?” He's frowning, eyes narrowed fighting back tears. He doesn't do well with change, and the only change he is willing to tolerate is Kyle getting promoted. He slides his eyes over to the girl and he can feel himself growling.

Kyle, ever the so level headed person he is, only sighs and rests his head on the girl's shoulder and it really does make Simon irate in a way. “I'm not fit for service anymore.” He says, looking away from him.

The girl looks sad when she turns to press her lips to his temple. She whispers something to him, trying her best to soothe him. Then her eyes turn back to Simon and truthfully the stare she gives him feels like a slap in the face. “If you're only here to fuss at him…then you should leave.” It's the first words he's heard her say in person and she's telling him to fucking leave.

“This…” He isn't sure what he is going to say, “You had something to do with him wanting this?”

The girl snarls in shock, her face twisting up into a nasty frown, brows knitted together in rage. “The audacity!” She shouts, moves to jump to her feet. Simon can tell she is itching for a fight, a small sign that she thinks she belongs to Kyle.

“Yemy, no.” Kyle pulls her back. “Simon, it's fine.”

Simon doesn't say anything as he glares at the stray. The growl in his chest rumbles low and escapes through clenched teeth. “You're not getting discharged. You'll be fine, complete therapy, get over this and things will be normal.” It's certainly a declaration. The unsaid part of ‘The stray will not be staying’ lingers on the tail end of the sentence.

‘Animals don't behave like men,' he said. 'If they have to fight, they fight; and if they have to kill, they kill. But they don't sit down and set their wits to work to devise ways of spoiling other creatures' lives and hurting them. They have dignity and animality."

It took a few days, but finally, there was a break in the pattern that could be exploited. A guard that was supposed to be on duty was out sick. They had noted his slow reaction times along with how little he had been drinking. Maybe he was trying to kick the habit, Kyle and Yemoja didn't care. It was Yemoja's idea to feign heat sickness. She had been acting that way for days, and with how serious it was, they had to come in and manually administer medical assistance. With heat sickness, one could die, and the on call nurse was without their guard or any guard.

So when she used her badge to swipe open the cell door. Kyle sprang to his feet and attacked. He had been laying still, pretending to be asleep for hours, as if the latest round of sleep meds touched his lips from the drugged water and food. The drugged food was stashed behind their bed.

There's a sickening crunch and a snap as the nurse lands in a crumpled heap on the cement floor. Kyle hasn't had to snap a neck in a very long time, and he's happy that it was mostly Simon that did that type of kill on missions. He prided himself on not being brutal and being quick and efficient and making sure he respected innocents that got caught up. He looked sad as he stared down at the blank and listless eyes of the young woman, hoping that there weren't any children or family waiting for her.

Yemoja gets to her feet and drags her body into the cell. “Kyle look for anything on her medication cart. Scalpels, knives, anything, my love.” She is quickly stripping down the dead body of her scrubs and switching her clothes out.

Kyle is quick with his search. He isn't sure what they are going to do with scalpels and knives against guns, but he trusts his omega implicitly. And what a funny thing that is for him to think. His omega. His. They've been together for a while now, and he considered her his omega, and that was not a common thing. For an omega to claim another omega was rare and against nature by this experience was against nature. The things done to him were against nature, and it was fitting that he would deviate and claim the only thing that's grounded him.

“Come on, we gotta be quick.” She pulled on the rest of the scrubs and ransacked the medication cart for pain meds and anything else useful. There's no telling how long they would be until they find help.

Before Kyle knew it, they used the key swipe card to escape their floor, and they were creeping silently through the halls. She's dressed as a staff member, and she's got him standing up straight, walking as if she's taking him to a different observation room. On the various cameras, it looks legitimate. At the far end of the hallway, the exit is there. They are almost about to walk out. He can taste freedom, and his body vibrates with trepidation.

“Camilla what are you doing off the unit with this subject?” A voice calls out from behind them both.

Yemoja freezes, and she glances at Kyle. They share a brief moment of communication before hell breaks loose and the alarm sounds.

Rabbits live close to death, and when death comes closer than usual, thinking about survival leaves little room for anything else.

a.n: been a while since I did this one. I'm glad to have worked on it tbh.

Book: Watership Down by Richard Adams