#alpha!ryan

Michael lets out a shuddering exhale, giving Ray a strained smile.

“I figured. You can smell him coming up the stairs already.” It’s a relief to know Gavin made it to Ray safely. Still. He knows how diligently Gavin takes his suppressants. This shouldn’t have happened. “What’s going-”

A waft of alpha pheromones catches him off-guard. His jaw snaps shut and he tilts his head, carefully scenting the air. The smell is neatly hidden under the heat scent, mixing into it until it’s barely its own note anymore. Michael growls under his breath.

“Relax, dude,” Ray says, fingers digging into his shoulder. “He’s safe.”

“Who-” Michael snarls, struggling with the words. His head snaps around to a closed door, where the scent originates from.

“Michael, don’t-” Ray warns, something sharp in his voice. Michael ignores him, shaking off his hand.

The door opens to a bedroom. The smell of sex and heat that hits him as he enters is almost cloying. And there on the bed lies Gavin, naked except for the sheets twisted around his legs. But he’s not alone. Piercing blue eyes meet his as the stranger curls possessively around Gavin. Michael bares his teeth and takes a step forward. The alpha’s eyes narrow.

“Micool?” Gavin murmurs, voice hoarse. Michael sees red. Did this asshole fuck his friend without caring for his basic needs? How long has this been going on? And what is Ray’s part in all of this?

The alpha tilts his head, glancing past Michael.

“Ray?” he inquires tightly. Michael’s shoulders tense, but he purposely doesn’t look back, eyes on the alpha threat.

“This is Michael,” Ray introduces him, a note of exasperation to his tone. “Don’t worry, he’s a friend.”

The alpha relaxes, lying back down on the bed. Gavin yawns, rubbing his cheek against the alpha’s chest affectionately. Michael frowns, while the alpha’s attention turns to the omega in his arms. Gavin blinks and smiles up at the alpha, before lifting his head to look at Michael.

“Hey boi,” Gavin says quietly.

“Hey,” Michael replies warily. He glances between the alpha, Ray, and then back to Gavin. “What’s up?”

Gavin smiles and holds out a hand towards Michael. He steps forward slowly, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He takes Gavin’s hand, keeping a wary eye on the alpha. Gavin follows his gaze, a soft look to his eyes as he meets the alpha’s eyes.

“This is Ryan, boi,” he offers, tearing his gaze away from the alpha. Ryan. Whatever. “He’s, uh…”

“My boyfriend,” Ray drawls from where he’s leaning in the doorway.

“You always let him fuck your omega friends?” Michael bites out. That cold blue gaze turns back to him, and Ryan arches a brow. Michael swallows down the instinct to bow his head and lifts his chin instead.

“Nah,” Ray responds casually. He straightens and saunters over, sitting down behind Ryan. “Gavin’s an exception.”

From the corner of his eyes he sees Gavin flush a deep red. It spreads all the way down to his chest.

“Yeah about that,” Michael starts, pointedly not looking at his friend. He doesn’t want to know. “What the fuck happened? I thought you were on suppressants and shit, boi.”

“I am!” Gavin protests, dropping Michael’s hand to hide his face behind his palm.

“Oh yes. Those pills.” Michael’s gaze darts sharply up to Ray at the tone of his voice. His face is frighteningly blank of emotions. “Which he gets from his superintendent. Who happens to be an alpha.”

“Son of a-” It doesn’t take long to click. “You’re not going back there, boi.”

“But Micool-”

“No buts.” Michael takes a deep breath. “I looked for you there first, the locks were broken and someone’s gone through your stuff. We’re finding you somewhere else to live, or you can move in with me for a while-”

“You can stay here, if you want,” Ryan offers quietly, exchanging a look with Ray. An entire conversation passes between them, before they expectantly turn to Gavin, who looks a little overwhelmed.

“I-” Gavin bites his lip. “That’d be lovely, actually. If you’re sure…?”

“We’re sure, Vav,” Ray assures him. “You can stay for as long as you need, or want to.”

Michael bites his lip and swallows his protest. He’ll ask Gavin about it once they’re alone and make sure he knows he can always come to Michael, no questions asked. It won’t do any good to bring it up with the alpha present.

“What about my stuff?” Gavin pipes up, snuggling close to the alpha. He hesitates. “I don’t have much of value, but…”

But his only ties back to England are in there. To his family, to Dan. Michael nods his understanding.

“I’ll go pack it up,” he offers. Then he looks up, purposefully ignoring Ryan and directing his next question towards Ray. “Can I drop it all in the living room?”

“Yeah, sure. Actually, I’ll come with you. Should be quicker,” Ray says, reaching out to ruffle Gavin’s hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to grab your sex toys.”

“X-Ray!” Gavin squawks, ducking his head and hiding his blush against Ryan’s shoulder. The alpha chuckles, shifting to get more comfortable.

Michael stands up slowly. The alpha isn’t doing anything untoward, maybe, but that doesn’t mean Ryan can be trusted. Still, there’s nothing he can do about it right now. Gavin seems comfortable enough, content to cuddle with the alpha. Michael follows Ray out of the bedroom.

“Did you bring your car?” Ray inquires blandly, walking up to a cabinet. He opens the doors and pulls out parts of his sniper rifle, assembling it with quick and practiced fingers.

“Yeah, I parked around the corner.”

The shabby little thing blends in well enough in this neighbourhood, if a little on the lower end. He’s not worried that anyone is gonna jack the old thing.

“Good. That’ll save us some time.” Ray slings the hot pink sniper over his shoulder. Michael eyes him incredulously, but doesn’t mention it. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

The drive to the apartment complex Gavin calls home isn’t far. They’re silent for the most part, Ray fiddling with his sniper, and Michael shooting him odd glances. Finally, when he has to stop at another red light, he can’t contain himself anymore.

“Since when are you some fucking alpha’s bitch, Ray?”

Ray glances at him from the corner of his eyes, placidly quirking a brow.

“Why, you need some alpha dick, too? Because I’m afraid I’m fresh out.”

Michael grips the steering wheel harder, knuckles turning white. He takes a deep breath, trying not to think, to shove the memories lurking in the back of his head far away.

“Not funny,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

“No, it’s not,” Ray agrees pointedly. Michael shoots him a glare. Ray rolls his eyes and exhales sharply. “Fine, asshole. We’ve been dating for a while. Only brought him home a month ago. Met on a job.”

Michael hisses out a breath, giving Ray a worried once-over. Ray smiles tiredly.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. He’s not like one of those assholes.”

Michael gives him a disbelieving look. In his experience, alphas are scum, and among criminals it’s even worse - they rarely bother keeping up the polite fiction society forces on them. If you don’t put them in place immediately, they don’t view you as a colleague. Michael knows Ray has similar experiences, it’s why he’s sticking with the sniper shtick despite being equally talented with ARs and shotguns.

“Then maybe, maybe you could tell me what he is like, Ray,” Michael suggests tightly, fingers flexing on the wheel. “Give me something to work with here, because from where I’m standing, it’s not looking good.”

“What? What do you want me to say?” Ray huffs, but relents. “He asked me out, I told him no thanks. He didn’t flip his shit and was pleasant to work with so I got curious. Observed him for a bit. Turned out he’s competent as fuck, and you know what a turn on that is for me. So I went and asked him out.” Ray ducks his head, hiding his smile. “It’s working out great so far.”

“And Gavin?” Michael bites out, not willing to let his suspicions go just because the guy doesn’t sound like a total ass. Ray throws up his hands.

“Would it help you calm the fuck down knowing that he offered to call Ramsey’s escort service first? Or that we gave Gav the option to hole up with my toys, keeping him safe from anyone who comes knocking? He had a choice, Michael.”

“Did he?” Michael shoots back, pulling up at the curb and turning the engine off. He glares at Ray. “Because we both know Gavin. He may be an idiot, but he doesn’t just forget to take his suppressants.”

Ray’s jaw clicks as it moves. “No,” he agrees quietly, a dangerous note to his voice, “He doesn’t.”

Together they turn to look at the apartment building.

“As far as I can tell, Gav was on his way home from a job when the heat hit,” Ray offers darkly. He pushes his glasses back up his nose. “He was lucky my apartment was closer.”

“Lucky,” Michael echoes, lip curling up to show his teeth. “That’s one way to put it.”

The door to Gavin’s hole-in-the-wall apartment is broken, cracked at an angle where it won’t quite close. Ray exchanges a grim look with him, before nodding resolutely. They don’t have any boxes, so Michael grabs a shopping bag stuffed behind the electric kettle and shoves in electronics and valuables haphazardly. Ray finds a duffel bag in the closet and starts packing Gavin’s clothes. It takes them three trips to the car between them and too many tote bags to count, but finally the only things left are the electric kettle and cutlery. With a shrug Michael unplugs that too. Serves the asshole landlord right if it turns out not to be Gavin’s.

“You coming?” Michael calls out when Ray lingers in the door, face inscrutable. He glances at Michael over his shoulder, then picks up his rifle where it’s leaning against the wall. He traces the barrel and shakes his head.

“You go ahead. I have something to take care of, first.”

There’s something dark and threatening in his voice. Michael perks up.

“Oh no, I don’t think so.” Ray sends him a sharp look, and Michael bares his teeth. “If you go asshole hunting, I’m coming with you.”

Ray eyes him for a long moment, before he shrugs languidly. “Fair enough.”

Finding the right door is easy enough, it’s the only one that looks fucking decent in this shabby building. There’s an old sign on it, with the edges gnawed off and the colour washed out, leaving it barely readable. Michael leans against the wall next to the hinges and gives Ray a firm nod. Ray eyes his sniper for a long second, before handing the gun to Michael with a sigh. He watches as Ray pulls off his beanie, messes up his hair, and then nods back.

Ray knocks on the door.

The sound of a crash, grumbling, followed by heavy footsteps, before the door creaks open.

“What do you want?” a rough voice asks. Michael wrinkles his nose as the stench of unwashed alpha hits him.

“I heard you’re selling,” Ray says quietly, arms crossed over his stomach and head lowered, bangs hiding the sharp look in his eyes. Out of the two of them, Ray is way better at playing helpless little omega. (Michael ignores the thought that he could do it, too, if he just put effort into it. He doesn’t ever want to be that helpless again, not even in play pretend.)

“Yeah?” The alpha looks Ray over with a leer, taking in his hunched shoulders and thin stature. Marks him as not a threat, and he’s not the first to make that mistake. The alpha peers past him, down the hall, and Michael presses himself flat against the wall, holding his breath. “Why don’t you come in, pretty boy?”

Ray bites his lips, glances over his shoulder for show. Asks warily, “You got the stuff?”

“I do.” The guy huffs impatiently. “But not in the hallway.”

Ray fidgets with his beanie but nods, slowly stepping inside. He lingers in the doorway, stops the door from closing behind him. Michael carefully grabs the handle, listening to the dull footsteps on carpet. When the low murmur of voices are barely distinguishable, Michael quietly slides the door back open and slips inside. One door is open a crack on the far side, Ray’s voice becoming clearer as Michael sneaks up.

“-are off-brand?”

“Yes.” The alpha is starting to sound annoyed. “That’s the only way you can get ‘em this cheap. The good stuff is expensive.”

Michael’s fingers tighten around the barrel of Ray’s sniper and he takes a deep breath before peeking through the slit. The man’s back is turned to him, leaning forward, arms propped up on the back of a chair. Ray meets his eyes over his shoulder. Michael nods.

“What’s the price, then?” Ray questions the dealer, rocking back on his feet and letting his arms drop to his sides. “For, let’s say, a monthly dose.”

The alpha pushes off the chair, walks around it. Looks Ray over as he steps closer, and Michael can just imagine the leer. His lips curl up into a snarl as he sneaks into the room, sneaks up on the fucker who set Gavin up. Who’s acting so fucking shady with Ray now, is eyeing up his friend like a piece of meat. Must have watched Gavin like that, too, and that his boi thought he had no other option- His blood boils and his vision goes red with rage.

“A month? Normally it’d cost you-”

Ray barely waits long enough for Michael to get into position behind the chair, lashes out and kicks the alpha square in the stomach. He stumbles back, eyes-wide and surprised, knees hitting the chair. Michael tosses the gun in Ray’s direction and lunges forward, putting the alpha into a headlock. The alpha struggles, hands coming up to claw at Michael’s arm, and Michael growls, leaning back to use his weight against him-

Ray catches the gun mid-air and aims, pulling the safety switch. The click echoes through the room, and the alpha freezes.

“Why don’t you relax?” Ray suggests dryly, but his eyes are cold and calculating. He steps up, puts one foot on the chair between the alpha’s legs, pushes the barrel against his chest. “We just want to have a little talk.”

Michael slowly loosens his hold, fumbling through his jacket for the zip ties he keeps there for emergencies. He pulls the alpha’s arms roughly behind the chair, tying each wrist to one wooden leg.

“Who are you?” the alpha asks as the initial shock wears off. He sneers. “Did Roland send you? The turf war must be getting to him more than I thought, if he has to ask a pair of omegas to take care of his business.”

“Shut up,” Michael snarls, grabbing the guy’s hair and ripping his head back to look him in the face. “We’re here for you, asshole.”

“You messed with the wrong people, you see,” Ray explains calmly, and Michael lets go of the slimy hair. “You sold the wrong pills to a friend of ours.”

“I don’t know what you’re ta-”

Ray kicks the chair back, and Michael barely catches it before the guy can bash his head on the dirty floor. Not that he doesn’t deserve it. With a grunt, Michael pulls the chair back up, lets it land with a heavy thud, jarring the alpha. The sound of teeth clicking shut echoes in the quiet room.

“You better remember quick,” Michael growls darkly. Ray takes a step back and levels his sniper rifle with the alpha’s crotch. “Because we’re out of patience.”

“It’s the little British bitch, isn’t it?” the alpha spits, and Michael has to clench his fists before he does anything stupid, his vision swimming from the rage boiling his blood. “Little slutty thing, should have known- your alpha send you? Not good enough to claim the cocksucker himself, is he? Gotta send his bitch harem to-”

A shot rings through the air. The alpha cuts off with a shocked gurgle.

Michael doesn’t realize he’s moved until he’s suddenly next to Ray, palm pressed to his chest and holding the omega back as he strains against him. He glances over his shoulder, sees the blood running down the knee, pooling at the alpha’s feet-

“He’s mine, you fucking asshole!” Ray hisses, and Michael has to strain to keep him from throwing himself at the alpha. “Don’t you ever fucking dare touch him!”

“Ray,” Michael grunts, pushing his friend away. He shoots him a warning look, then turns to face the wide-eyed alpha. He’s sitting hunched over, shaking in his chair and there’s a dark patch on his pants that doesn’t look like blood. Michael wrinkles his nose as the stench hits. “You shot his kneecap out?”

“Should have gone for the dick,” Ray grumbles, shrugging him off. He eyes the alpha darkly and sneers. “Pathetic.”

Michael scoffs. “Let’s finish this already.”

He steps up to the alpha, the asshole who started all this, who went after his boi, and punches him across the jaw, then across the temple. The alpha goes unconscious in just three hits. Michael’s nostrils flare, nails digging into his palm as the protective anger wells up. Grabs the alpha by the hair, pulls up so he can see that stupid face and punches it straight in the middle, breaking his nose.

“Michael,” Ray calls out. Michael turns to him, eyes wild. Ray raises his hands in surrender, sniper safely secured to his back once again. “Breathe.”

Michael sucks in a sharp breath of air, realizing he’s panting heavily. Sweat drips down his brow, and he lets go of the alpha, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Grits his teeth as he turns his back on the unconscious asshole.

“Let’s rob him blind,” he snarls, and Ray nods.

“I’ll go find the drugs. You look for anything else of interest,” Ray decides, and Michael follows his orders, glad to not have to think for a little longer. He snatches wallets, phones, clears out the kitchen cabinet of non-perishables for good measure. Eyes the TV screen critically before deciding it won’t fit into his cramped car easily. He does empty out the remote and grabs all the spare batteries out of spite, though.

“Let’s go,” he calls out to Ray, who returns with a dark duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Let’s,” Ray agrees.

They leave the alpha tied up and bleeding, closing the door behind them.

***

Gavin’s out of bed by the time they return home with his stuff. He’s sitting on the couch in black boxers and one of Ray’s purple hoodies, too small for him to the point of showing a sliver of skin. He’s eating cereal from a bowl, while Ryan is puttering around the kitchen. All the windows are wide open, trying to air out the lingering heatscent from the small apartment.

They both look up as Ray closes the door with a click.

“Hey Vav,” he greets nonchalantly. He holds up one of the tote bags full of electronics. “Went and got your stuff.”

“Most of it is still in the car,” Michael interjects. Ray glances at him from the corner of his eyes, noting the relaxed line of his shoulders. Good.

“I’ll help get it,” Ryan offers, cleaning his hands off with the kitchen towel. Michael hesitates, looking him over for a long second, before nodding decisively.

“Sure. Come on.”

Gavin watches them leave, spoon halfway to his mouth. His brow knits, and he turns towards Ray with a concerned look.

“Is Michael okay?” he asks carefully, dropping the spoon back in the bowl. His eyes dart between Ray and the door. “I mean, with me being here and… everything.”

Being with Ray. With Ryan, more importantly, though he doesn’t say that. Ray understands him either way.

“I think he was just worried,” Ray offers awkwardly, sitting down next to Gavin, who immediately shifts to lean into his side. “He knows you’re safe now, though. That helps.”

Gavin bites his lip, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “It probably reminded him of… you know,” he mumbles, glancing worriedly at the door. Ray doesn’t know, not exactly. Michael doesn’t like to talk about his past. But it isn’t hard to put the pieces together and conclude that something - or someone - happened to him.

“He’ll be fine,” Ray replies instead after an awkward pause, wrapping an arm around Gavin’s waist. “He just needs some time to get to know Ryan. Once he gets that Ryan isn’t like the other assholes, he’ll relax.” A grin slips across his face, and he nudges Gavin with his elbow. “And besides, he worked his frustrations out on your super earlier, that certainly helped.”

“You dealt with him?” Ryan’s voice echoes from the doorway. Ray glances over his shoulder to see his boyfriend laden with bags upon bags.

“Oh yeah,” Michael pipes up gleefully behind him, and Ryan steps further into the apartment to let him pass. The omega’s grin is bloodthirsty. “He won’t be a problem anymore.”

“You didn’t have to,” Gavin mumbles, ducking his head. Ray eyes him sideways, noticing his blush.

“You better believe we did,” he drawls, catching Michael’s gaze across the room. The other omega nods. “‘Sides, that’s what friends do, Vav.”

“Idiot,” Michael adds, but he sounds fond. Ryan hums his agreement. Gavin’s flush deepens, but a smile steals across his lips, the corners curling upwards.

“Thanks, guys.”

Ryan turned his head and caught Gavin’s mouth, hand leaving the wall to cup his chin and hold him still. Ryan sucked his lower lip between his teeth, and Gavin gasped, arching forward. Ryan’s tongue forced its way in, ravishing his mouth in firm, harsh strokes. Gavin’s jaw slackened, surrendering to the ministrations.

“You’re already mine,” Ryan growled, his other hand tugging Gavin’s jacket off to reveal the mark on Gavin’s skin, in the crook where neck met shoulder, just below the scent gland. Ryan pressed his thumb into the mark, and Gavin shivered.

“Say that again,” he demanded, inhaling sharply. Ryan bit at his jaw, kissed his way up to the ear.

“Mine,” he hissed, and Gavin’s grip tightened on the back of his shirt.

“Yours,” he whimpered, closing his eyes. He exhaled shakily. “Ryan- Ryan, I need-”

“Shhh,” Ryan soothed him, knuckles brushing over Gavin’s cheek. “Go take the food to the bedroom, dear. I’ll take care of everything else.” He pressed a delicate kiss behind the shell of his ear, lowering his voice, “And then I’ll come take care of you.”

Gavin didn’t have to be told twice. With one last, desperate kiss he peeled away from the wall, Ryan’s burning gaze on his back as he grabbed the tote bags full of snack bars and chips and other packaged dry foods. He rushed into the bedroom, emptying out the bags into the drawers and dropping the last one next to the night stand. Then he stripped down quickly, clothes discarded in the hemper to deal with later.

After.

It’d be the first time their heat and rut synced up completely since they got married three years ago. The thought alone left Gavin giddy - and caused slick to drip down his legs. He flopped down on the bed and buried his face in Ryan’s pillow, inhaling the deep alpha musk, as familiar as his own scent. Tonight would be the night, Gavin could feel it. They’d been trying for kids for a while without success - so far. But their cycles syncing up could only be a sign.

The mattress dipped down on his left. Gavin opened one eye to glance up at Ryan, who smiled down at him gently.

“Well, hello there,” he purred, one hand trailing along Gavin’s spine. He shivered under the light touch. “What a pretty little thing wandered into my bed.”

“Oh, stop it.” Gavin giggled, rolling over onto his back. Ryan grinned. “Gonna come join me, alpha?”

“How could I resist such a tempting invitation?” Ryan returned.

He crawled onto the bed, hovering above Gavin, who spread his legs for him to settle between. Ryan kissed the corner of his mouth and hummed. Gavin grabbed his shoulders, nails skimming over his skin. Ryan hissed and lowered himself, slowly rubbing their erections together. Gavin shuddered as slick trickled down his ass, arching up to press their bodies together, but Ryan lifted with him, denying him the touch. Gavin’s eyes narrowed, but before he could do anything, Ryan grazed his teeth over the mark on his shoulder.

“Fuck.” Gavin wrapped his legs around Ryan’s waist and bucked up. “Alpha, c’mon, enough teasing-”

“Patience,” Ryan gasped, grabbing his hands and pinning them down on the mattress next to his head. He bit Gavin’s lower lip, before smudging their cheeks together, panting heavily. “We’ve got three days. We can take it slow.”

“Ryan, I don’t wanna take it slow, Ryan,” Gavin complained, turning his head and mouthing along Ryan’s cheek. “Come on, we could be having sex right now.”

“We’ll be having sex all night,” Ryan pointed out blithely, sucking on Gavin’s earlobe. Gavin’s breathing hitched. “I can’t wait to get you stuck on my knot. Empty load after load into your quivering hole-”

Gavin moaned, back arching. “Might finally catch,” he rasped, eyes drooping closed. “Get round and full with a little omega babe. Or maybe it’ll be an alpha if it’s conceived during rut-”

Ryan grunted, hips twitching. Gavin pressed up against him eagerly, slick leaking down into the sheets.

“You know that’s just a myth,” Ryan rumbled, teeth grazing down Gavin’s throat. “The whole ‘expect an omega from heat, in rut an alpha will greet’ thing. That’s not- it’s not scientuh- scienteff- science.”

“But Ryan what if- what if we have twins,” Gavin suggested, rocking up and rubbing their erections together. “It’d be an omega and an alpha!”

“That’s not,” Ryan sputtered, heaving himself up to hover above Gavin. Gavin’s legs clung stubbornly around his hips, lifting his ass off the sheets too. “That’s not how it works, Gavin. Just because we’re fucking during your heat and my rut-”

“But Ryan, what if it is,” Gavin insisted, squirming as cool air hit his ass. “It’d be, like, proof-”

“One case doesn’t make a whole study,” Ryan protested. His fingers slipped down the small of Gavin’s back, through the mess of slick covering his cheeks. “Why are we even talking about this?”

“Because one of us is a bloody tease, Rye-an,” Gavin quipped. Then he gasped, head dropping back onto the pillow as Ryan pushed two fingers into his hole without warning. Gavin clenched around them, exhaling softly. “Oh.”

“Gonna fill you up soon enough,” Ryan growled, hooking his fingers and rubbing against that one spot. Gavin whimpered, bearing down on the fingers. “Don’t you worry, dear. I’m gonna fuck you good. Gonna fuck you till you see stars.”

Ryan pulled his fingers out to circle the quivering hole. A surge of slick trickled down the already wet ring of muscles, and the alpha carelessly scooped up some of the fresh liquid and pushed it back inside. Gavin moaned, hips twitching up involuntarily. Ryan chuckled, pressing a sweet kiss to his collarbone.

A low whimper escaped from Gavin’s throat as he clenched around the two fingers. A hand on his thigh kept his legs spread, trembling with the effort not to seek more of the heavenly friction. Ryan pushed both fingers in deep again, then pulled them apart in a scissoring motion. The delightful burn mixed with the sweet pleasure. Heat flared up his spine, leaving his cheeks and chest flushed.

Teeth on his throat had his lashes fluttering, Gavin’s fingers twisting into the sheets. A third finger joined the first two, and Gavin grunted as his hole stretched to accommodate them. His cock twitched, leaving a dribble of precum on his stomach.

“Breed me, alpha,” Gavin begged, meeting the thrust of Ryan’s fingers. “Please, Ryan, I need you, Ryan, need your knot-”

“Yeah,” Ryan breathed, burying his nose against Gavin’s neck and inhaling sharply. His hips stuttered, hard cock trapped against Gavin’s stomach. He dragged it through Gavin’s pre-cum and groaned. “Yeah.”

Gavin arched his back, whimpering quietly. Ryan bent down to lick the salty sheen of sweat from Gavin’s throat, nibbling his way down to his shoulder. Ryan’s free hand trailed down his chest, tweaked his nipple, and circled his belly button before vanishing between his legs. Then Ryan pulled his fingers out of Gavin’s hole, causing him to keen. Slick gushed out after it, dribbling on the dickhead teasing his rim. Gavin’s breathing hitched and he clamped his eyes shut, fingers digging deeper into the sheets.

“You’re doing good,” Ryan murmured, hot air hitting Gavin’s ear. He whimpered. “My lovely omega. So good for me.”

Ryan gasped as he pushed in. Gavin could feel the stretch and burn of Ryan’s cock inside, slick allowing the alpha to slip right in. Experimentally, he clenched around the cock. Ryan cursed, rocking forward. He slid in fully, the swell of his knot teasing along Gavin’s rim.

“Gonna keep you here all night,” Ryan growled, and the scent of his alpha pheromones suffused the air. “Just like this. Gonna breed you again and again until you’re full and round with my seed.”

Gavin whined, half-lidded eyes dark with desire as he pushed to meet Ryan's next thrust. He blindly bit at Ryan’s chin, sucking on it apologetically when the alpha flinched. Ryan rumbled darkly in turn, one hand coming up to cup Gavin's neck, thumb exerting a gentle pressure on his pulse point. The omega swallowed hard, heart skipping a beat.

“Behave,” Ryan ordered. Gavin nodded eagerly.

“Anything for you, Ryan, just fuck me already, Ryan.”

Ryan laughed roughly, pushing him down and driving into him with vigour. Gavin panted heavily, mewling as Ryan rubbed against his prostate several times in a row. The slapping sound of skin on skin filled the room, the slippery glide of Ryan’s cock in and out of his hole a heavenly sensation. The knot brushed up against his rim, and Gavin whined longingly.

“Alpha, knot me, alpha. Knot me, breed me-”

“As you wish,” Ryan grunted, snapping his hips forward. His cock plunged in deep, but his knot rammed up against the hole’s rim. Gavin winced. Ryan rolled his hips slowly, stretching the slick hole millimeter by millimeter. Finally, finally the knot plopped in, hole clamping shut around it instinctively.

Hot liquid splashed Gavin’s inside walls, gushing load after load as the knot sealed up his entrance. Gavin dropped his head back on the pillow, hands fluttering helplessly over the sheets. His belly expanded under the onslaught, a small bump in his lower stomach. Dazedly, Gavin trailed a hand down his belly, cupping the swelling. He smiled.

“Ryan,” he spoke up hoarsely. The alpha made an interested noise. “This could be our baby, Ryan.”

Ryan lifted his head from the nook of Gavin’s shoulder, nuzzling his cheek.

“Our baby,” he agreed huskily. Their scents intermingled, heat and rut pheromones, and the smell of content alpha and bred omega lingering in the air.

Ryan rolled them over carefully so Gavin was sitting on top of him. He winced as the knot inside him shifted, another spurt joining his already full belly. Ryan’s hand covered his own on his stomach, intertwining their fingers. Gavin ducked his head, wide smile shrinking down to something small and private.

“I hope it’ll be a girl,” he whispered. Ryan’s thumb stroked over his knuckles as he hummed thoughtfully. “I want a little girl, alpha.”

“Yeah?” Ryan’s voice was low and rough from the stirring rut, only temporarily pacified as his knot was stuck. “Want a spoiled little princess?”

“The prettiest princess,” Gavin laughed, shifting his legs to sit more comfortably. He sunk deeper down on the knot and inhaled sharply.

“Or maybe it’ll be a spoiled little prince,” Ryan suggested, free hand tracing patterns down his arm before settling on his hip. “Definitely spoiled, though.”

“The most spoiled,” Gavin decreed, grinning wildly down at Ryan. The fingers of his free hand danced over Ryan’s collarbone. “But that’s alright. Ryan, you wanna know why, Ryan?”

“Why?” he asked, clearly humouring him. Gavin leaned forward as far as he could and lowered his voice.

“Because their father’s gonna be the best alpha dad ever.” His grin softened into a smile. “And they won’t have anything to worry about.”

Ryan lifted their entwined hands from Gavin’s stomach, pulling his hand to his mouth to kiss his palm.

“We’re gonna have a little family,” he rasped, nuzzling Gavin’s palm. “Our little family.”

“Yeah,” Gavin agreed hoarsely. “Ours.”

Gavin stumbles around the corner and orients himself quickly. He knows Ray’s apartment is nearby, but the one time the omega had taken him there it had been dark and Gavin quite drunk. Still he’s relatively certain he can find the right building and… go from there. Find the correct apartment from the names on the mailboxes. Before he starts second-guessing himself, he walks up to the most likely building and then he’s knocking on a door on the third floor, the bell not working in the cheap apartment block.

The door opens to reveal a tall, attractive alpha.

Gavin flinches back, hand pressed to his stomach. His nose is a lot more sensitive to alpha pheromones than usual, just further proof that his heat has begun. The alpha smells nice, actually, like smooth leather and grapes. His stomach clenches, and Gavin is mortified to feel his underwear soak up fresh slick. The alpha looks at him curiously, his nostrils flaring as he must catch his heat scent. Gavin stumbles a step back as he eyes the alpha warily, watching his pupils dilate. Shit.

“Sorry, wrong door, didn’t mean to bother you, looking for a friend, I’ll just go-” Gavin babbles, taking another nervous step back. The alpha blinks and shakes his head lightly, then holds up his hands and backs away.

“Easy,” he rumbles, and his voice sends shivers down Gavin’s spine. “You’re fine.”

Despite himself he starts to relax, before tensing again as another wave of heat crashes over him.

“I’ll just go, then, sorry again,” Gavin mutters, ducking his head. The alpha stares at him intently.

“Do you need help?” he offers, but Gavin is already shaking his head. The alpha frowns, looking him up and down. “If your friend lives on this floor, I can direct you to the right door. I know most people living here.”

Gavin hesitates, glancing down the hallway. He could just try the next door, but what if he’s on the wrong floor? What if the next alpha he runs into is… less willing to let him go?

“His name’s Ray,” he tells the alpha, who raises a brow. Gavin bites his lip. “He lives in this building, but I may have the wrong door…?”

Gavin trails off, tensing as the alpha crosses his arms and looks back over his shoulder.

“It’s for you. Get your lazy ass up here!” he calls out drily.

“You’re not the boss of me, asshole,” a familiar voice calls back, and Gavin slumps in relief. A dark-haired, tan omega appears from around the corner, and the alpha steps to the side to reveal Gavin in front of the door. Ray glances up at the alpha with narrowed eyes, before focussing on him.

“X-Ray,” Gavin whimpers, clutching his stomach. Ray’s brow furrows and he lifts his nose to sniff the air.

“Jesus, Vav.” He looks startled. “Bet I could smell you all the way down the street. What are you doing here?” Gavin opens his mouth but winces as another cramp passes. Ray presses his lips into a thin line. “Don’t just stand there, come in!”

The alpha moves first, a thoughtful look on his face, as he clears the tight entranceway for Gavin. He’s grateful, unsure if he could have passed him in his current state. Ray grabs his wrist and drags him in as he pauses, hurriedly shutting the door after him. Then he hustles Gavin to the small living area, shoving him onto the couch. Gavin follows meekly, throwing nervous glances in the alpha’s direction.

The apartment is small, though it’s more than twice the size of Gavin’s little dilapidated room. The couch sits in the middle of the room, facing a TV hooked up to some consoles. The kitchen is in the corner of the room, just a hearth, a dishwasher and a sink with some cabinets and a microwave. Gavin’s pretty sure there was a coffeepot last time, but it seems to be missing. There’s two doors leading from the room, one to a tiny bath and the other to Ray’s bedroom.

That’s where the strange alpha vanishes into, leaving the door open an inch. Gavin gnaws on his lower lip, trying to think. Who is that, and what is he doing at Ray’s place? Gavin blushes as he draws the obvious conclusion and crosses his fingers he isn’t cockblocking his friend. He knows Ray has some trust issues and doesn’t get laid often.

“Here.” Gavin startles as a cup of hot water is thrust into his hands. The teabag is still sitting in the mug. “Now. What the hell? I assumed you knew better than to skip suppressants-”

Gavin ducks his head, staring into the mug. The hot air drifting up seems to help clear his head a little.

“I, uh. I didn’t. But I think my dealer may have stiffed me?” He shrugs one shoulder, not daring to look up. “Or maybe it wasn’t a good brand. I dunno.”

“You don’t have insurance?” the alpha interjects, and Gavin’s head snaps up. He hasn’t heard him return. “Or is it the money? There’s enough over the counter suppressants most apothecaries sell.”

Ray rolls his eyes, letting his head drop back to stare at the alpha upside down.

“He’s in the same boat as me, not on the registry. Asshole,” he explains shortly.

“Ah. Illegal immigrant, then.” The alpha pauses, and something in his blank expression changes. “Sorry. That was… insensitive of me to say.”

Gavin shrugs, taking a sip from his mug. He misses British tea.

“No offense taken,” he replies easily, before turning back to Ray. He juts his chin in the alpha’s direction. “Um. Who’s he?”

“Oh, right.” Ray blinks, looking between the two of them. “Gavin, this is Ryan, my alpha. Ryan, meet my friend Gavin.”

There is an awkward pause where Gavin fiddles with his mug.

“Uh, hi.” The alpha nods back, and Gavin quickly turns to Ray. “You didn’t say you were bonded.”

Ray snorts. “It’s not like we’ve tied the knot or anything.”

Is that sexual innuendo? The way Ray is grinning makes Gavin think so. His hole clenches, and a fresh wave of pheromones swamps the room. He winces, dropping his gaze to the couch cushions.

“Have you, uh, known each other for long?” Gavin asks, half desperate to cling to the new topic, half nervous about the stranger watching him keenly. A hand settles on his knee, and Gavin looks up into Ray’s serious face.

“I chose him. I wouldn’t just pick anyone,” Ray murmurs reassuringly. “I know you have… issues-” Gavin grimaces, and Ray shoots him an apologetic look. “But I trust him, Vav.”

Gavin chews on his lip, before nodding slowly. He trusts Ray’s judgement. “Alright.”

“Now that the introductions are out of the way, back to the issue at hand,” Ryan interjects smoothly, and Gavin feels himself tense up again. “You are going into heat.”

“Not voluntarily!” he objects immediately, but Ryan just nods calmly.

“Do you have any plans? Someone you trust to take care of you?” The alpha tilts his head, staring at him critically. “I can escort you home, or anywhere you choose to go. Keep unwanted attention away.”

“Uh, just Michael and Ray,” Gavin says, hiding behind his mug. Ryan looks questioningly at Ray, who shakes his head.

“Michael’s another omega,” he explains quietly. Ryan’s lips turn into a thin line, but he nods.

“And… I don’t want to go home. I don’t have any groceries and. Well,” Gavin mumbles into his tea. Ray’s gaze sharpens.

“And?”

Gavin glances up at him from under his lashes. He has a vague suspicion, not much more than a gut feeling and… It probably sounds ridiculous, if he speaks it out loud. Bloody hell, he’s even doubting himself! There’s no reason Ray and Ryan won’t laugh at him.

Ray is still staring at him expectantly.

“My super is an alpha and he has a central key to the building and-” Gavin averts his eyes, not wanting to see the ridicule. “He’s the one selling me the pills.”

Ray and Ryan exchange a look, but there is no laughter. Gavin suppresses a whimper as a new scent hits his nose, and he carefully glances up at the alpha.

Ryan looks furious. Ray jerks his head, and Ryan bares his teeth, but steps back into the bedroom and closes the door behind him. Not soon after there is a crash, and Gavin flinches. Muffled curses reach his ears, and he turns to Ray with wide eyes. The omega just smiles at him tightly, and reaches out to squeeze his knee again.

“Don’t worry, you can stay here. We’ll keep you safe,” he promises intently, a protective fire burning in his eyes. Gavin blushes and puts his tea aside.

“Thanks,” he whispers, clutching his hands. “I didn’t know where else to go. Well, except for Michael’s, but he’s all the way across town and-”

Ray places a finger over his lips, and Gavin shuts up instantly.

“It’s okay, Vav. I’ve got you.” Ray glances over his shoulder at the bedroom door, where the curses have petered off. “We’ve got you,” Ray amends sheepishly.

“He seems… angry,” Gavin says hesitantly, inching closer to Ray. The other omega opens his arms in invitation, and Gavin takes him up on it immediately, cuddling close.

“Not at you,” Ray promises, brushing his hair back. “He’s mad your dealer set you up like this.”

“So it doesn’t sound crazy?” Gavin asks quickly, ducking his head as Ray shoots him a look. “I mean, it could just be the pills not working. Not every suppressant works for every omega or all the time or-”

This time, Ray shuts him up by butting their foreheads together. Gavin’s gaze flickers down to his mouth, just inches from his own, and he licks his lips.

“It happens. A lot, unfortunately.” Ray’s face darkens, and he nuzzles Gavin’s cheek, wrapping his arms around Gavin and pulling him close. “I’m gonna have words with that asshole later,” he mutters under his breath, and Gavin chuckles, relaxing into the embrace.

They cuddle on the couch together for a while. The cramps start coming in quicker, and Gavin shifts, trying to get more comfortable. The room must stink with his heat pheromones by this point, but Gavin can’t get himself to mind. He feels safe in Ray’s arms.

Ryan finally makes a reappearance, heading straight for the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, the alpha makes a triumphant noise. Gavin strains his neck to see what he’s doing, but is mostly distracted by the way those tight jeans hug Ryan’s ass. Next to him, Ray chuckles, his breath tickling Gavin’s ear.

“Enjoying the view?” he whispers, and Gavin shivers.

“It’s a nice view,” he mumbles quietly, and Ray smirks back smugly.

Seeming to find what he’s looking for, Ryan straightens and shoots them a quizzical look. Ray waves him off, mouthing ‘later’ and Ryan shrugs. Gavin watches the byplay in fascination, but is ripped from his thoughts as the alpha slowly approaches, carrying a white cardboard box. He sets it on the tiny coach table and takes a step back.

Gavin leans forward curiously, shooting Ray a sideways glance, but the other omega just urges him on with a solemn expression. Brow knitting in confusion, he cautiously flips the box open to find-

“Doughnuts?” Gavin glances up to Ray, who shrugs and gestures to the box. Confused, Gavin reaches out, picking one with pink glaze and rainbow sprinkles. Ryan waits for Ray to choose one as well, before grabbing a chocolate covered ring himself.

Gavin eyes him thoughtfully from the corner of his eyes as the alpha steps around the couch. Ryan smiles, leaning back against the wall next to the bedroom door, sugary treat in hand. Gavin keeps watching him, puzzled. Ryan seems more… relaxed, and Gavin hasn’t even noticed he’s been tense in the first place. He wonders what chang-

Oh. The alpha just offered him food. And he’d accepted.

Huh.

Gavin frowns down at the doughnut for a moment, then shrugs and takes a bite. It’s good.

“So, what now?” he brings up tentatively, licking the glaze off his fingers. Ray wraps an arm around his waist, squeezing gently.

“The way I see it you have three options,” Ryan declares, holding up three fingers and ticking them off. “Number one, you stay here and let us take care of you. I’m willing to help you through your heat, if Ray is fine with it.”

“Duh,” Ray says, resting his chin on Gavin’s head and squeezing him tighter. “It’s Vav. Whatever you need, ok?”

“I- are you sure?” Gavin asks, burying his face in Ray’s neck. He smells nice. Like… daisies or daffodils or something. Gavin inhales deeply. “He’s your alpha.”

“And I don’t mind sharing, if it’s with you,” Ray insists stubbornly. It makes Gavin smile, even when his stomach cramps.

“Thanks, X-Ray.”

“Option two,” Ryan continues, and Gavin lifts his head from Ray’s shoulder to watch the alpha inquisitively. “I know an… organization who offers services to alphas and omegas in need.”

“A charity?” Gavin inquires curiously, looking between the two of them. “I know there’s stuff like that in some European countries but it’s a bit controversial.”

“Not quite,” Ryan hedges, giving him a guarded look. “More like an… underground ring, really. The head alpha approached me a while back, so I did some research. They vet their escorts very thoroughly and pride themselves on being a trustworthy alternative to spending heat or rut alone. I spoke with some of their employees and they feel fairly compensated and safe in their work environment. They offer free services for those in need and unable to afford it.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Ray pipes up, one brow raised pointedly. “Pretty sure omega prostitution during rut falls under the Omega Protection Act.”

“That piece of legislation is a sham and we all know it,” Ryan growls, rolling his eyes. “Team OG sponsors the org, and I’ve only heard good things. And believe me, I’ve been thorough.”

“Why did you decline then?” Gavin questions curiously, cocking his head. Ryan averts his eyes, and Gavin’s pretty sure he’s blushing.

“Things… got serious between us,” he explains quietly, gesturing between himself and Ray. “I didn’t want to make it more complicated than it already is.”

Ray ducks his head, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His cheeks are bright red. He swiftly changes the topic. “Team OG, the alpha-omega crime duo? Like Los Santos’ version of Bonnie and Clyde?”

“That one, yes,” Ryan agrees, giving Ray a shy, sweet smile. “I’ve worked with Jack before and he seems to have good intentions, at least. I can give him a call, ask for a favour.”

“So my options are to either fuck you or a stranger?” Gavin summarizes, frowning. Ray presses up against his back, hooking his head over Gavin’s shoulder.

“Well, if you’d rather not spend your heat with someone, you can stay here and we’ll make sure no one bothers you. Ray would have to help you with food and showering, but I have enough control to guard the door without falling all over you,” Ryan offers, shrugging uncomfortably under Gavin’s surprised look. “I’m not gonna pressure you into anything you don’t want. The situation already sucks for you, I’m not gonna make it worse. The choice is entirely up to you. What do you want to do?”

“We can get you toys and anything you’d need, no trouble,” Ray adds, nuzzling Gavin’s cheek. “You can hole up in my bedroom until your heat’s over, and that’s it. No alpha will touch you, even if you beg for it in the heat of the moment.”

Gavin’s lip ticks up for a second at the pun, but then he turns serious, mustering first Ray, then Ryan. He trusts Ray, and he can see that Ray really trusts Ryan. He’s starting to see why, too - not many alphas would offer to buy you a knotting dildo without any strings attached. Gavin could imagine Ryan staring the cashier down blankly, not even posturing like other alphas would, not caring that buying a dildo is seen as unalphaly.

The thought of Ryan fucking him with a knotting dildo is surprisingly appealing, and Gavin’s feeling a little hot under the collar.

“And if I pick number two?” he asks challengingly, swallowing dryly. Because so far, this seems too good to be true. “What then?”

Ryan shrugs. “Then I’ll call Jack and we’ll escort you to one of their safehouses, wait with you to meet with their alpha and then check in on you every other day, probably.”

Gavin nods slowly, biting his lip. He glances at Ray. “And you’d really be okay if I wanted to fuck your alpha?”

“One hundred percent,” Ray promises promptly. He smiles up at Ryan. “You’re the Vav to my X-Ray. I’ll fuck you through the heat myself if you want.”

Gavin swallows, eyes widening at the suggestion. “I… Would you? I’d love- I’d love that. Having both of you… take care of me.”

“If that is what you want?” Ray asks intently. Gavin nods hastily, his hole clenching around empty air. “Yeah. Sure.”

Ryan hums contently, pushing off the wall and leaning over the back of the couch. Gavin glances up at him, flushing darkly. Ryan gives him a kind smile, fingers brushing through the fringe of his hair.

“In that case, I’d better go grab some heat supplies. Want anything in particular, Gavin?”

He shrugs. “If you’re getting those vitamins shakes, I prefer the strawberry ones.”

“Strawberry it is,” Ryan agrees, leaning in to brush a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be back in half an hour. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

Ray rolls his eyes, but accepts his goodbye kiss good-naturedly.

“C’mon, Vav, let’s get you comfortable,” the omega suggests, disentangling himself from the couch. He waggles his eyebrows. “Maybe we should practice till Ryan comes back. Make sure you’re all warmed up and ready.”

Gavin blames the heatwave crashing through him for his flushed cheeks and dry mouth.

“Yeah that- that sounds fun,” he manages, and Ray drags him up with a smirk. He follows the omega to the bedroom without protest, feeling Ryan’s eyes on him the entire way. Glancing over his shoulder, Gavin shivers at the alpha’s hungry look.

For the first time since the heat hit, he feels something like anticipation.

Read Chapter 2 (warning, mostly smut). Or skip to Chapter 3.