#alpha!mark

Feral Alpha Mark x regular human Cecil (Full here!)

Sean felt it about 3 days ago, the cramps were a living hell, and to make things worse Mark wasn’t in town. Sean hobbled towards his nest which was filled with a various amounts of Mark’s sweaters which didn’t help his situation any more. The young male crawled into the large beanbag bed and threw the large amounts of sweaters and covers on top of him preparing to sleep off his heat.

“I wish you were here Mark.” Sean whimpered before drifting into a deep sleep. 

Mark was quite literally freaking out at the airport. He knew he should’ve gotten a plane ticket to Brighton sooner knowing his dear omega’s heat was starting. He knew that Sean had very bad heats and was brought to tears when he wasn’t there to help him, he hoped his Sean was okay. The red haired alpha was rapidly bouncing his leg when they called for everyone flying to Brighton. Once on the plane Mark couldn’t help but feel anxious, it’s 2 months since he’s seen Sean. 

Sean awoken to the loud banging on his door.

“Why now?” he whined as he shuffled to the door.

Before he got to the door he smelt his alpha’s pungent smell and couldn’t help but mewl softly at the smell. Sean raced to the door stumbling over his own feet. He threw open the door and jumped his unsuspecting alpha.

“First of all I’m not naked,” Mark said, gesturing towards his boxers. “Second of all you know why,” Mark said, sending him a dark look.

“I really don’t,” Donghyuck said, face carefully blank.

Mark spun around and pointed at Donghyuck. “You stole all my clothes. I don’t have clothes anymore. You have all of them. That’s why I’m naked!”

Donghyuck’s left eye twitched, “I did not steal all of your clothes—

“Then why don’t I have any clothes?”

...

Donghyuck keeps stealing Mark's clothes for his nest during his preheat. At this rate, he'll be going to class naked by the end of the week.

If Mark hadn’t been an alpha, there is no doubt in Yuta’s mind that he would’ve gone for him. He waits for a moment, then he asks, “Hey, Mark? Have you ever thought about sleeping with another alpha?”

Mark chokes. “Um!” His voice comes out high-pitched and squeaky with embarrassment. “What… Why do you ask?”

“Because I’m thinking about sleeping with another alpha.”

Donghyuck was stuck under a big, sweaty, annoying weight, and he didn’t like it at all.

He knew he didn’t have a right to complain. Mark has been subjected to Donghyuck’s own clinginess before heats lots of times in the past.

But right now. Right now, Donghyuck was caught chewing on his lip in consternation. He should be used to it by now, yet it’s always the same thing that punched out all the air in his lungs.

Mark was splayed out on top of him, nose pressed into the crook of his neck, his breaths coming out in soft even puffs against his skin. His legs shifted where they were tangled between his, and his nose pressed deeper, into the crook of Donghyuck’s shoulder. Where a mating bite would go, his traitorous mind supplied.

Donghyuck tried not to think. If he thought too much, he might cry. Or worse, get hard.

...

Six years was a long time to harbor an unrequited crush.

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Sequel/interlude to All That's Good is Doubly Good .

Donghyuck swears that his incessant flirting with Mark is only to annoy their friends.

Comes his first mistake: catching feelings.

He can’t exactly fight it, so he tells himself that it's fine. They have time, so he’ll take it slow.

But comes his second mistake: drunkenly making Mark his mate.

Mark glares at him, which does nothing to wipe the beatific smile from Donghyuck’s face. “Thanks, always so helpful.”

“I can help you for real, if you want.”

“By doing what? Lending me an ear and a shoulder to cry on?”

“No, by lending you my mouth and an ass to pound.”

(Or: Mark presents as an Alpha, and Donghyuck is a Beta. They shouldn’t work, but they do)

For sof (@firelxrd), happy birthday my love!

Being mates were one thing, but being soulmates who could hear each other’s thoughts was a whole ‘nother thing. Especially when Donghyuck had a tendency to read really hardcore smut.