#alpha!ben

It starts off as you passing Kylo on the steps of the apartment block, and he feels like gravity just goes totally sideways. The wind’s knocked out of him - just by passing you. He’s not even quite sure what he’s smelling, at first - it’s been so long since he’s smelled an Omega, even in passing, and so his brain just goes haywire

He only realises when he gets back to the apartment and is answering emails and he’s STILL HARD, even when cooking dinner, and he clicks it into place with an uncomfortable feeling of “oh no, oh shit”

Because he’s not quite sure how he can cope with knowing you’re right across the hall, now. He’s not quite sure he’ll be able to sleep, eat, do anything, knowing you’re just there

Of course, he’s also filled with dread because his goddamn brother, Ben, is ALSO an Alpha, and has a LOT more game than Kylo does. Kylo might be the bigger, stronger Alpha - but Ben’s the charismatic one. Ben’s the one who knows what he’s doing. So he just decides not to mention it to Ben and hopes you just never cross paths until he’s figured it out

It’s terrible plan and it doesn’t work

Ben comes in a few nights later reeking of hormones and Kylo is certain he knows why; doubly so when he hears the shower going for about an hour

So they both just keep this awkward, tense silence over it. Whenever you see them, they’ll sort of give you a polite conversation: both terrified of scaring you off, but wanting to be as close to you as possible. Of course, this ends up with them coming to visit you in your apartment fairly often

Kylo nearly passes out the first time he walks in

hoooooooooooooooo

Ben isn’t hit that bad, but he can’t stop thinking about the possibility of stealing your underwear and keeping it, and it’s probably one of his lowest moments as an Alpha

Ben literally can’t stop jacking off. He starts putting essential oil on a scarf and tying it over his mouth and nose when he has to leave the apartment because it’s starting to get ridiculous. He’s liable to go into a rut if he doesn’t put in ridiculous effort

Kylo is probably even further gone than that: he starts waking up to wet dreams that punch the air from him. Cumming in his boxers, or, rarely, waking up to having popped a knot and cumming repeatedly, thrusting into his mattress and groaning, spilling over and over and nearly crying out for you

It’s so stupid

They never talk about it. It’s never even mentioned that you’re an Omega. They don’t bring you up unless it’s in polite conversation about garbage schedules or something - they don’t tell eachother if they’ve seen you, don’t tell eachother if they’re planning on seeing you

Kylo ends up back on the blockers, which he hides deep in the cabinet every night. Ben manages to find them and has to pretend like he doesn’t know, but pops a few himself to get steadied

This tense and painful longing, and the silence that comes with it, has to come to a head eventually, though

But for now, they’ll eat pizza together and have a beer, and keep doing way too many loads of crusty laundry and wracking up a water bill

This’ll be fine

The itch wakes him up before any of the shouting bastards outside do. Jay growls, digs his nails into his arms and bites at his pillow.

Fuck. His head hurts, his dick hurts, his skin hurts.

It’s never been so agonizing before. But usually by day three, Jay has already fought a couple of people and forced them into submission, made them kneel before him.

(Though, at other times, his fuzzy head and distracting anger made sure Jay got his ass kicked too.)

He pushes himself up, sighing at his sticky shorts from where he must have ground against his mattress in his sleep.

Awesome.

After a shower and two jerk off sessions, Jay rubs his temple. Everything is hot and itchy, even when he scratches himself in just basketball shorts.

Carlos’ scent is still in the air despite being kicked out of his own dorm almost a full day ago and Jay sucks it in like he’s dying for it.

Was he always this desperate on the Isle?

“Fuck,” he hisses. Then, a little louder, “fuck!”

He groans at the clock. 1:06. He managed to sleep in on Saturday, thanking his exhaustion from the night before when he hit the gym for hours after he pushed Carlos out of their room, but now Jay is stuck inside. He can’t go out and risk getting in a fight or grabbing someone.

Or, at least, that was his logic last night.

Today it’s different, right in the middle of his rut. He’s ignored his urges, pushed away a beautiful omega and imprisoned himself.

Fuck that shit.

Jay grabs a shirt and forces it over his head. He pulls the door open, stepping right on a tray of food outside of his room.

Growling, Jay bends down. It’s a sandwich and some fruit, a little note with a scrawled C in the middle.

He sighs heavily, grabs an apple. There’s something undeniably soothing about how Carlos left him food, wanted to please and take care of his alpha like an obedient omega.

Jay shakes his head hard, lets his hair whip around. No, he isn’t Carlos’ alpha and Carlos isn’t his omega.

But Carlos offered to be last night. Said he would help, that he wanted to help, begged for it with a pretty please after Jay threw him out.

If he tries hard enough, Jay can remember the scent of Carlos’ desire, his arousal when Jay pinned him down and thrusted against him.

He takes a deep breath, raises a shaky hand. Maybe he should stay in the dorm. Jay’s not so sure he would be able to reject Carlos again. If he sees his roommate, Jay will probably just strip him and fuck him (hard. On his knees. Like a good little omega).

But he can’t stay cooped up in his room, slowly losing his mind with restlessness.

Jay takes a bite of the apple, turns down the hall and heads for the tourney field.

Few students remain on campus for the weekend, even fewer are wandering in the halls instead of lounging in common rooms or already outside. Those who see him coming immediately turn away and avoid eye contact. Jay just growls at them. The slightest aggression, the smallest challenge, and he will throw someone to the ground and hold them down until they still and submit.

Not everyone gets the message though.

He hasn’t started running yet when a tall figure walks up to him.

“Jay, hello,” Ben greets curtly, keeping his eyes to the ground despite his own alpha nature. “How are you?”

“Fuck off.”

The king just smiles a little to himself, like Jay just said something funny, and the dark haired teen snarls.

“Ah, I am sorry. I only wanted to see if you are well.”

“Not particularly.”

“Is there anything I, or Auradon Prep, can do to help?”

Find me a pretty piece of ass who doesn’t mind getting fucked for the rest of the week. “Nope.”

“Well,” Ben looks up slowly, “the field is yours for as long as you’d like it. Some athletes are using the track, but I can relocate them.”

“Get away from me.”

“Okay. Have a good day, Jay.”

Ben turns away and Jay sprints down the track and around the bend, running like every bit of aggression can be solved by the sound of his feet hitting the gravel. He leaps over some hurdles but ignores them for the most part.

It’s warm outside, even for late fall, but he keeps moving. He grunts and sweats and pushes himself, sick of all the fury and potential violence inside of him and Jay runs even when it’s hard to breathe.

"That’s not fair!”

“Calm do-.”

“No, why are we doing this?”

Jay slows at the next curve, strains his ears. He can hear familiar voices by the bleachers.

“Just leave it be for the rest of this week.”

“So he’s not going to get punished for anything? The disrespect to teachers, terrifying other students, tackling me?”

“You don’t understand what it’s like for alphas, especially ones that lack control.” That’s Ben’s voice, calm and kingly.

The other voice, Chad, Jay assumes, is angered and annoyed. “Dude, my mom was raised by the most oppressive alpha who always made her submit,” Chad snaps. “You don’t get to assume that betas don’t understand how fucking scary it is when you guys don’t control yourselves.”

“I know that I use to be aggressive during my ru-.”

“When you were a kid, yeah!” Chad snaps. “But we’re not kids, neither is Jay, we’re practically adults, fully capable of controlling ourselves.”

“You sure are acting like a little bitch though!”

Both of the voices stop at his shout and, for a moment, Jay wonders if the other young men will back down, but Chad walks around the bleachers and stalks toward him.

“I’m acting like a little bitch?” Chad snaps with Ben following behind him. “You’re the one who’s tackling people and scaring people!”

Jay snarls. All of his energy is still drained from his run but the aggression is ever present even if he doesn’t have the strength to follow through with it right now. “What, Auradon princes can’t stand a dirty look?”

“Both of you calm down!” Ben commands and for the first time, Jay looks at him and sees a ruler. “Your actions are unnecessary.”

Any other time, Jay might have been proud of Ben. He’s making a difficult decision and using his power to help, but all Jay hears is another alpha giving him orders.

A challenge

“Fuck off!” He snarls and shoves Ben backwards, stumbling into Chad. The king clenches his fist, but doesn’t growl or bare his teeth.

“Jay, I know this is hard for-”

“Shut up.”

“-you, but you have to control yourself.”

He doesn’t have to do anything, not anything Ben says, not follow any orders. Jay sneers, grinds his teeth and moves forward, fully intending on swinging.

But Ben ducks and Chad steps back, so Jay stumbles forward. He turns to pounce on Ben, tackles him to the ground and sits on top, canines still exposed.

The king doesn’t bare his neck like Jay expected, doesn’t cower like the alphas on the Isle who only cared about surviving. Instead, Ben bucks, dislodges Jay rather quickly.

Part of him is still weary from his run and regretting how much energy he willingly burnt off, but Jay reaches for Ben and snaps his teeth in warning before he’s being shoved off by another body. He shouts something along the lines of “fucking fuck” when Chad tries to pin him.

Oh evil, it’s humiliating how close the beta comes to besting him.

Jay quickly flips them, straddles Chad and easily holds his shoulders down. His first instinct is to bite, but the panic looked in the beta’s eyes has him pausing.

A familiar voice, high and demanding, cuts through. “Jay!”

It’s Mal, sprinting toward them. She rushes past Ben, mumbles something inaudible to the king and grabs Jay by his shoulders.

He snarls, shoves her away, but Mal comes right back, forcing him off of Chad surprisingly.

Huh. Mal is pretty damn strong for her size.

Jay jumps up and before he can even grab her, Mal is relaxed, head thrown back and neck exposed. There’s no fear or panic in her, just tranquility, as if she’s okay being bitten by another alpha.

She doesn’t smell right - too strong, too bitter, unnatural in her submission - but Jay bites anyway.

He’s bitten Mal before, and she’s returned the favor. More often before they were friends and just unfortunately bumped into each other on bad days, but it’s been a while. Jay gives her a small nip to her collar that doesn’t even break skin.

When he pulls away, Mal doesn’t move. Ben has Chad pulled close to him, both watching intently, but neither reacting.

“Jay,” she sounds so far away. “Will you come on back to the dorms?” Mal asks, carefully avoiding any demands. “Carlos is there. He’s waiting for you.”

Oh yes. A thousand times yes. The itch under his skin is intensified with the short challenge, encouraged by Mal’s submission. The idea of Carlos, sweet and obedient and desperate to please, is one he can’t possibly reject.

Jay nods mutely, shoves past Mal, and rushes up to his dorm. He’s so focused that he hardly notices any other student, so excited that he doesn’t stop to glare. He's one step inside the building before Mal has caught up to him, breathless and sweating.

She’s talking to him quickly, tripping over her words in a way that is so unlike Mal, but Jay isn’t listening. He’s taking the stairs two at a time, zooming to his room.

Sure enough, when the door swings open, Carlos is pacing the room and in the middle of a heated conversation with Evie.

Both turn to Jay in shock, but he only has eyes for one of them.

There’s hardly time for Carlos to speak, getting out only “Jay, what-” before the alpha is grabbing the back of his head, pushing their mouth together, sloppy and heated.

He’s been infatuated with Carlos’ scent the past days, in their room, on his bed, his clothing, but it’s never been so intense when Jay has his lips on freckled skin. He’s not sweet and fresh like the stereotypical smell of omegas. No, Carlos smells like copper and fire and something musky, like old books.

Groaning, he pulls Carlos closer. The next time Jay goes in the library, he’s going to have a very confusing boner.

It takes a second for him to realize that Carlos isn’t kissing back. The omega is stiff in his arms and his lips are parted, but unresponsive.

Jay makes some pitiful noise that he will deny until he’s dead. He kisses harder, winds an arm around Carlos’ waist, pulls him closer.

There’s still no reaction from the omega, painfully still in his hold. Jay whines again, moves his mouth down Carlos’ neck, kissing the skin, nipping at the soft throat and purrs when Carlos tips his head back. The alpha bites, not hard, but enough to mark.

“Jay,” Carlos whispers, but doesn’t move. “Stop, please.”

He doesn’t. Jay keeps moving his hips against Carlos’, groaning at the friction against his hard dick. He hears the soft plea and the words register slowly.

“You said,” Jay grunts, pushing them forward until the omega’s knees hit the bed, where Carlos falls back and Jay clambers on top of him, “yesterday, you...you said you wanted to,” he pushes up Carlos’ shirt, moans at the warm skin under his fingertips as he mouth works at a sharp jaw.

But Carlos pushes his clothing back down. His hands freeze and he pushes his head further back when Jay growls in warning.

“You’re too far into your heat. I, uh, rut, I mean.” Carlos takes a deep breath, firmly holds the end of his shirt down. “You’re not in your right mind anymore, you can’t a-agree to this-s.” His explanation dies with the appearance of Jay’s teeth, sinking into the side of his neck.

Which is fine because his reasoning is bullshit as far as Jay is concerned. He wants Carlos so badly it’s maddening, wants to drown in his heady scent, touch every inch of his skin.

And Carlos said yes yesterday, said he wanted to submit and let Jay fuck him. Begged and fought for Jay to use him, push his head down and dominate.

Right now, he’s gripping Jay’s shoulders, but not to pull him closer.

Jay growls. “You like this, I can smell it.” It’s true, the heavy scent of desire and arousal aren’t just from him. The air makes breathing so much harder, thinking too, and it leaves Jay bucking against Carlos’ crotch. He works at the cursed red shorts before his hand is being pushed away; Jay can’t suppress the snarl in his throat.

"You’re right, alpha,” Carlos mumbles and Jay moans against his shoulder, “I want you. But not like this.”

“Why not?” Jay bites down harder and Carlos squirms.

“Because I’m taking advantage of you. And you’ll hate yourself when this is all over.”

Jay laughs against his throat, lapping at the bite mark he left. “You think you’re taking advantage of me?”

“You can’t...can’t...” Whatever Carlos wants to say is lost with the movement of Jay’s tongue against his skin. “Um, I...I,” for a moment, he relents, lets Jay thrust against him and suck on his neck.

Another presence on the bed draws both of their attention. Jay’s snaps at the newcomer, but Evie bows her head and dismisses any threat he felt. “You can’t consent when you’re this far in your rut.” She reaches out slowly, giving Jay plenty of time to reject her affection, and rubs his shoulder soothingly.

“Says who?”

“Auradon.”

“They’re fucking pussies.”

“They’re right,” she continues, rubbing his shoulder. Jay lifts his head from Carlos’ neck, glares around the room. “Mal left. She went back to the field, she’s far away.”

“Why was she at the field?”

“Jane’s there.” Evie explains like that makes any fucking sense, which it doesn’t. “But you’re so far into your rut that you don’t have a clear head. You wouldn’t be doing this any other time.”

Jay pauses, still laying on top of Carlos, who has been silent and relaxed through this whole time.

He would definitely like to fuck Carlos. Many times, in many places and in many positions.

But he hadn’t. Not yesterday or ever in Auradon, despite the fact that they’re roommates or on the Isle, where alphas absolutely have no control.

Why was he not fucking Carlos again?

His musing give Jay a chance to catch his breath. He pants against Carlos’ throat, relaxes under Evie’s touch. There’s no challenge in the room, only sweet, beautiful submission beneath him. Carlos makes it hard to think, but easier to control himself.

He still craves Carlos, to fuck him, to tease him, to taste him, but Jay wants Carlos to want it to. Not just be a lifeless sex doll laying down and taking it.

(Though, he wouldn’t totally reject that either.)

“Alpha?” A quiet voice calls through the air. “Can I please sit up? Please?’

Oh. He’s been nuzzling Carlos’ neck without thinking about it. And grinding against his ass.

Jay sits, pulls Carlos up with him so the omega is practically in his lap, back to chest. He nips at the neck before him, moves his hands all over Carlos’ sides like touching Carlos is the only thing keeping him sane. Which it might be. “So your plan is to let me suffer from blue balls?” He groans into Carlos’ shoulder, runs his hands over a toned stomach.

“Do-don’t know-w-w,” Carlos moans. “Can’t thi-ink!” His voice breaks when Jay runs a hand over his shorts, cups Carlos and rubs the heel of his palm over the hardness. “Jay!”

His name sounds so fucking good, so perfect falling from Carlos’ lips.

“Carlos,” Evie breathes. She is flushed, looking everywhere but the two of them; her scent in the air is muffled by that of Jay’s rut pheromones and Carlos’ desire, but she’s equally aroused and uncomfortable. “Remember what we talked about?”

He nods his head lazily at first, but then with more vigor. “Yeah,” he grabs Jay’s hand, stills when the alpha strokes him harder. Carlos whines as he pulls Jay off of him, tries to soothe the growling alpha behind him. “Please, we can’t...ohhhh,” Carlos keens as Jay rubs his chest and licks his neck, “can’t have sex.”

“Sure we can,” Jay purrs, sneaks a hand up Carlos’ shirt, “just gotta those teasing fucking shorts off and I’ll lick you open,” he breathes against Carlos’ ear, runs his lips over sweet skin. “Get you nice and wet with my tongue, make you ready for my dick and fuck you,” Jay promises, pulls Carlos tighter against him so that the omega can feel his straining prick. Carlos falls limp and Jay slips his hand down again, over red shorts, makes quick work of the zipper and undoes the button.

Before his hand can slip under cotton boxers, Carlos yelps and squirms.

Jay growls, bites his neck again, holds tight until the skin is broken and Carlos goes still and silent in his arms. The alpha releases his bite, wipes at his mouth. “What?”

"Alpha,” Carlos sighs. “Please, we can’t.”

“Yes we can.”

“I don’t want to.”

Alphas crave submission, they long for control and someone to dominate. It thrums in their blood, causes the horrible itch beneath their skin. Jay needs it like he needs air, he wants complete obedience and a gentle nature for him to ruin.

That doesn’t mean he’s about to force himself on someone.

Carlos has settled in his lap, panting, but motionless otherwise. Jay keeps nuzzling his hair, breathing in the scent of metal and musty textbooks. He feels...not truly calm, but in control enough to fake it. There’s a vicious desire in his stomach, one that snarls at Jay to take everything Carlos offers and then to continue when the omega pleads for him to stop.

“Why are you here?”

“To chaperone,” Evie answers and Jay jolts at her voice. He had nearly forgotten she is here on his bed. “I’ll stop you from doing what you’ll regret.”

“Like fucking Carlos?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Why’re -. Oh fuck,” Jay hisses and lunges off the bed. “Shit.”

Carlos looks up at him, pink and flushed and hurt. “Alpha? What’s wrong?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jay stomps into the bathroom, searches for a black towel (because black hides everything and Carlos will lose his mind if one of their towels gets stained). He finds one, quickly wets it, and rushes back to the bed where Evie and Carlos still sit. “Here,” Jay reaches out, places the towel slowly and gently onto a bleeding neck. “Fuck. I- fuck.”

He tries to hide it, but Carlos winces when his newly acquired bite mark is touched. “It’s not bad,” he reassures, “I didn’t even notice it until now.”

“I’m sorry, fuck,” Jay dabs at the wound, sees where his canines punctured hard enough for skin to break, the bruising already started. “This is why,” he snaps, holds the towel to Carlos’ neck, “I pushed you out.”

“I can’t let you suffer,” Carlos blinks with wide eyes, open and trusting and so many things a monster like Jay does not deserve. “I’m here to help you.”

“You can’t stay if I hurt you!” Jay snaps and Evie ducks her head, stiffens even though she had been about to help Carlos.

The omega is unfazed. He drops his gaze and lowers his tone, but Carlos hardly tenses.

“May I please see the wound, Jay?” Evie whispers and reaches for the towel. She pries it off when Jay removes his hand and sighs at what she sees. “The bleeding has already stopped, it won’t even scar.”

Jay runs a hand over his face. “Both of you, get out.”

“Alpha,” Carlos whines, “not again.”

“I’m serious.”

“Jay, please,” Evie tries, but he cuts the beta off.

“No - no way!” Jay - as gently as he can - pulls Carlos off the bed and leads him toward the door. “This is exactly what I knew would happened, I bit you and I hurt you and-.”

Before he can reach the handle, Carlos grabs him, winds his arms around Jay and snuggles into his neck, rubs his lithe body against the alpha in all the right ways.

He smells so good, feels so sweet, that Jay's control is lost and he’s pulling Carlos closer, sniffing his hair, his throat, lapping at the possessive mark on his neck.

“‘M not leaving, alpha.”

“You...you should,” Jay groans as talented fingers run down his back and Carlos’ face is buried in his shirt.

“Let me stay, alpha, please?” Carlos begs into his chest. “I can’t stay away when I know you’re hurting. I...I can’t.”

“Carlos,” his name sounds like a fucking sin at this point, “you’re not safe here.”

“He is, Jay,” Evie answers from the bed. Shit, he actually forgot that she was here this time. “I won’t let you do anything to hurt him. The bite didn’t hurt him as much as you think it did.”

There’s a little laughter from Carlos. “Mal’s been marking you up, E? That’s why all the scarves?”

She turns pink and ignores the question. “We’re both here for you, Jay. I promise.”

“Yeah, alpha,” Carlos kisses his throat. “We’re both here for you.”

There’s clarity with the docile omega before him; Jay feels like he can finally think. He ought to say no, ought to push them both out and barricade himself for the rest of the week.

But the rut is at its worst now. It’s only day three and Jay wants to pull his hair out. He doesn’t want to imagine days four and five alone. He’s not strong enough to deny himself this.

“I mean it, omega,” the word rolls off his tongue sweetly. Just for this week, Jay can pretend that Carlos is really his, “one more thing, if I hurt you, if I bite you like this again,” he sucks at the wound, adds to the bruising, “you have to leave.”

Carlos moans. “Okay. Deal.”

Do I let them get better or worse? Hmmm...

So Evie is Mal’s beta, this won’t be Jay/Carlos/Evie. Or, if it does become that, the threesome will just be temporary. I’m still deciding how big of a role Evie will get.

I have a loose plot in my head, just gotta get some details and timelines worked out.