#alpha kon

That has adrenaline coursing through him within seconds. He almost drops his drink with how fast he stands up, any lingering tiredness long gone. Placing it down he runs a hand through his hair.

“What do you mean Jason. Tim’s heat isn’t due for nearly two weeks!”

Kon’s mind is racing. His omega is in heat and he’s not even with him. What kind of alpha was he to leave his mate alone during one of their most venerable times? Tim wasn’t due for another couple of weeks, he hasn’t gotten anything ready, their den isn’t prepared, Kon doesn’t have the supplies…

“Conner!”

Kon snaps his attention back to his phone. Jason had sounded like he’s said his name several times while he had been freaking out.

“Tim’s in pre-heat. Goddammit man, chill.”

A growl rises in Kon’s throat. “That’s my mate, asshole. If you had one you wouldn’t be so nonchalant.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jason’s flippant tone triggers another growl from Kon. “Anyway. Come. Get. Him. He’s starting to stink up the place and getting clingy. The asshat probably hasn’t even realised it himself yet.”

The annoying thing was Kon couldn’t disagree. Tim’s obliviousness with his own body is rather impressive at times. He often doesn’t realise he’s going into heat until it’s too late or someone is there shoving him at Kon or locking him away for his safety.

Kon pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’ll grab him first thing in the morning. Don’t let him go on patrol.”

“Duh.”

Then just like that, Jason hangs up before Kon could give the other man a few choice words.

While his instincts are yelling at him to go and grab Tim now rather than wait to the morning logically he knows he needs to get the preparation done first. The last thing he wants to happen is to being his omega back to their den only to immediately leave him because nothing is ready. Whereas if everything is ready first then he and Tim can easily relax into what will be a few, long days.

Kon’s already growing hard at the mere thought of it. Ignoring his dick, he gets started on preparing their den.

Kon finishes sorting everything out by early hours. Supplies are stocked, food and drink are over flowing the kitchen, blankets and pillows piled neatly ready for Tim to nest with, and Kon’s non-washed laundry also within reaching distance.

Their den is a small building on the edge of Kent farm, out of the way and offering plenty of privacy and safety for the two of them. It’s an open plan kitchen and sitting area, with a large bathroom and one bedroom. If they can they always return to it for either of Kon’s ruts or Tim’s heats, they can’t always make it here but most of the time they do.

After a nap, and then triple checking everything, because it needs to be perfect for his mate, Kon heads to Gotham in the morning to go and retrieve his omega.

The moment he entered Wayne Manor Kon knew from the scent alone Tim was in pre-heat. Without meaning too his omega has been projecting his pheromones everywhere. Admittedly it’s subtle, a stranger wouldn’t have noticed, but anyone close to him would’ve picked up on it.

Kon follows the sweet scent of marshmallows and vanilla through the corridors, using his nose to track Tim down. Kon had been pleasantly surprised at Tim’s scent when he first smelt it. He had expected Tim to smell like coffee or leather, perhaps even crime, but the sweetness of his scent was a pleasant discovery. He loves it.

Kon soon finds himself in the kitchen where a few busy bodies are bustling about. Alfred is at the oven, Jason is working the coffee machine, Dick was helping Alfred with plates and food prep. Then there was Tim. He was plastered against Cass who sat at the kitchen island playing on her phone, ignoring the limpet attached to her.

As soon as Kon enters the kitchen, Tim’s head snaps up from where it had been tucked in Cass’s neck, and he immediately locks onto Kon. His hair is a mess, his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare as he scents Kon. As Tim stares steadily at Kon, and at any moment Kon is expecting Tim launch himself at him, everyone else glances his way before resuming back to their tasks.

“Fucking finally,” Jason mutters.

“Good morning Master Conner.” Alfred greets him warmly.

Kon takes that as a cue to enter the kitchen. “Good morn- oof”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before Tim barrels straight into him. Although Kon stumbles one step from surprise he manages to keep them steady as Tim wraps his arms around Kon and buries his face into his neck where his scent is strongest.

“Morning sweetheart,” Kon mumbles into his omega’s hair. His scent is sweet and rich, and Tim is definitely entering pre-heat. Kon presses a kiss to Tim’s temple, relishing in the way his mate trembles and pulls back again.

By now, everyone had settled at the kitchen island with their breakfasts, and no one is paying them any attention.

“Kon…” Tim whines.

“Tim…” Kon mimics him, unable to help himself from teasing his poor mate.

Tim nips his neck in retaliation and Kon laughs lightly. He runs his hands down Tim’s back, letting his scent cover his omega again. He had already been saturated by his family and Kon’s instinct is telling him he wants his scent over Tim, not theirs.

His mate mumbles something into his neck and Kon has to coax Tim’s face away in order to understand him. “What?”

Tim rolls his eyes as if Kon’s inconveniencing him. “I said, can we go now? I want my nest.” He sounds so grumpy, Kon adores it.

“You don’t want breakfast?” Kon gestures over to where the rest of the family are still sat at the island eating, ignoring the two of them as they do so.

Tim shakes his head. “Not hungry.”

Kon’s inner alpha grumbles at that. It’s always a battle to get Tim to eat.

“How about, we go to the den, shower, set your nest up and then have something to eat?” It’s the best compromise Kon is going to have without Tim throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

Tim contemplates this for a moment with a little hum before giving a decisive nod. “Fine.”

He gives his omega a kiss as a reward and pulls away before Tim deepens it.

“Have you got a bag ready?”

“It’s by the front door.”

Kon gives him another kiss. After saying their farewells to the family, Kon leads Tim to the front door, shoulders the bag and then picks his mate up bridal style as he launches into the air to head back home to the den.

As they fly, Tim wraps his arms around Kon’s neck tightly, buries his face into his neck and sucks in his scent greedily. Soon enough a contented purr emits from his mate’s chest which has Kon responding in kind. His alpha rumble meets his omega’s purr, two sounds synchronizing in perfect harmony.

When they arrive at the den, Kon steers Tim straight into the shower, which he grumbles at but soon acquiesces when Kon joins him. Once showered, Tim hurries into their bedroom to start on his nest while Kon heads to the kitchen to make them food. His precious omega will be eating whether he likes it or not.

With a small assortment of sandwiches and fresh fruit in hand, Kon stops in the doorway to their bedroom and watches as his mate works. Their mattress – where Tim has decided to place his nest this time – is covered in layers of blankets and pillows. Pillows wrapped in blankets outline the edge, creating the frame, the bed cover and blankets act as the base and in between all that is pocket scents where a mixture of his and Tim’s clothes are.

Tim’s pulled the curtains shut, wanting the room dark but not quite achieving it as its broad daylight outside. Once it’s dark the fairy lights they have on the ceiling will turn on and create a warm glow in the room.

His mate kneels in the middle of the pile, observing his work, before looking over at Kon and grins widely. Kon feels his heart soar at the image Tim makes. Relaxed and happy. Kon doesn’t move until Tim holds out a hand towards him, beckoning with his fingers.

“Alpha.”

A rumble vibrates in his chest and he goes to Tim. Putting down the food he draws his omega in close and buries his nose into Tim’s neck, kissing his skin softly.  

“Are you okay?” Kon draws his face away from Tim just enough to ask the question.

Tim sighs and leans back into Kon, letting him take his weight. “Yeah, better than before. Being surrounded by only our scent helps.”

“I’m glad. The nest is fantastic.”

“You think so?” Despite how much his mate would have tried, there was no hiding the hint of hope in his voice or the way he’s feeling self-conscious about it.

“Yeah,” Kon turns Tim’s face around to press a kiss to his lips. “Any particular reason for the mattress this time?”

Tim shakes his head. “Not really, no. It just felt right. Maybe I wanted the height?”

Kon presses another kiss to his lips before pulling away. He gestures to the food on the bedside table. “Want to eat here or out there?”

Tim groans and glares at the offending food on the plate. “I’m still not hungry.”

Kon huffs. He let it slide earlier but not anymore.

Without warning Kon tackles Tim into the nest. His mate lets out a startled yelp and squirms as Kon wrestles him around, arranging them accordingly against the headboard. Tim’s back to his chest, Kon’s arms and legs wrapped around Tim pinning him there.

“Conner!”

Tim wiggles and bucks as he tries to dislodge Kon’s hold, all the while Kon grins as he effortlessly holds his feisty omega in place. Tim soon slumps and accepts his defeat. Kon loosens his hold slightly and runs his nose along Tim’s jaw and down his neck, nipping at the skin there and enjoys the way Tim’s scent evades his senses.

Pressing a kiss to his bonding mark Kon straightens and grabs a sandwich and holds it up in front of his mate. “Eat.”

Tim huffs and slaps his hand away irritably. “Stop it! I can feed myself.”

“Can you?”

Turning his head sideways so he could glare at Kon, Tim scowls. “Yes alpha, I can.” Tim reaches for the sandwich still in Kon’s hold but before he could grab it Kon pulls it out of his reach.

“I don’t think you can.” Kon grins teasingly.

Unimpressed, Tim falls against Kon again and crosses his arms over his chest. God, it makes Kon’s heart flutter seeing Tim sulky, he’s so adorable when he is.

Kon waves the sandwich in front of the omega’s mouth. “Choo choo! Here comes the train!”

“I fucking hate you.” Tim grouches, keeping his attention forwards, although he opens his mouth compliantly and accepts the sandwich.

Kon could his inner alpha preening at being able to hand feed his omega. It’s often only an act done during mid-heat or mid-rut, the act being during the most intimate times between a pair. Tim may not be in heat just yet, but as an established bonded couple the intimacy shows trust and wanting.

Kon feeds them both, taking bites himself between making sure his omega eats enough. Eventually Tim pushes his hand away again, albeit gentler this time, and shakes his head. “No more, I’m full.”

Kon accepts this and then makes sure Tim’s had enough drink before finally letting them settle properly in the nest. They move around until Tim is sprawled out on top of Kon with his face tucked into his neck where his own matching bond mark is, purring gently in contentment. Kon’s alpha responds to his omega’s call and rumbles back.

“Tim? Is that you?” Kon’s voice sounds throughout the apartment and Tim perks up at hearing his boyfriend. In a brief moment the smell is forgotten.

“Yeah it’s me,” Tim replies, Kon must have heard him coming through the window, “I’m done for tonight now. We’re calling it a night before resuming tomorrow.”

“Did the lead not follow through?”

Starting to remove his suit off his body, Tim lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Ha! The lead ended up leading us on a goose chase all around Gotham.” He pulls a face when the smell of rotten eggs hit his nose again.

“That honestly doesn’t surprise me.”

Kon’s voice sounds closer now and Tim looks up to find his boyfriend strolling into the living room and headed for him. Tim sends him a smile and Kon returns it. As Kon gets closer a new scent gets added into the mix of Tim’s sewage smell, he gets a hint of coconut though unfortunately it’s not strong enough to overpower the egg smell.

Tim loves that coconut smell as well, it’s the primary scent of his alpha, one that makes feel safe, comfortable and warm. There’s nothing better that Tim likes than coming home after a long and tiresome patrol to that welcoming scent of his boyfriend. It also helps to settle his omega instincts when he smells it after so long. Sadly that’s not the case right now.

Kon approaches him and once he’s a couple steps away he stops short and sends Tim a disgusted look, his facial features screw up as he wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, Tim, what the hell is that smell? Jesus you stink, and not in a good way either.”

Pausing the removal of his suit, Tim sends Kon an unimpressed look. “Yes thank you Kon, I’m fully aware of that.” An unhappy growl comes from Kon at Tim’s rebuke and Tim rolls his eyes at the behaviour. He's long past the level of trying to please his alpha, he’ll be as snarky and blunt as he wants to be.

Now only dressed in his undershirt and boxers, Tim bundles up his awful smelling clothes and carries them to the laundry room to be delt with later on. Whether that’s to completely ditch his suit or attempt to clean it first remains the question.

Leaving the laundry room Tim heads for the bedroom, ignoring Kon as he goes, although when Tim gets a whiff of coconut his steps slightly falter. Its stronger now than what it was before and Tim’s omega instincts cry out with longing to be engulfed in that scent and nothing else.

Tim grits his teeth and resumes forward determinedly to the bathroom. The sooner he showers, the sooner he can be with Kon and be surrounded by nothing else but their combined scents.

He makes quick work of the shower and once he’s dry he changes into some comfortable clothes before going on a hunt for his boyfriend. Tim quickly finds Kon lounging on their bed once he enters the bedroom, at his arrival Kon looks up from his phone and instantly gets up from the bed.

Before Tim could do anything Kon was upon him, his alpha forces him to turn around and Kon wraps his arms around him so he’s hugging Tim from behind. Tim allows it to happen and leans against Kon’s chest, his own hands come and rest over Kon’s and he laces their fingers together.

Tim hums contentedly and the sound comes out almost like a purr from the bottom of his throat. Normally Tim would be embarrassed after making a sound like that but right then he couldn’t find it in himself to care as he’s enjoying being hugged by Kon too much.

Lips press lightly against his cheek and they start moving down towards his jaw and further down onto his neck. Tim lets out a breath and tilts his head back onto Kon’s shoulder to allow him more access. The kisses soon turn into light bites as they get closer to the junction between his neck and shoulder, right where his omega gland is and right where his scent is the strongest.

The biting stops and Tim feels Kon smile into his skin. “You smell much better now,” he says pointedly. Kon nuzzles against the skin there before moving back up to his jaw where he starts to nuzzle there instead.

It’s then that Tim realizes what Kon is doing. Smiling, Tim turns his head so he could press his lips against Kon’s jaw too. “What are you doing?” He asks knowingly.

“Nothing.” Kon mumbles in response.

Tim breathes in deeply and gets a strong smell of coconut and a fruity scent of mixed berries. Those are Kon’s two main scents and Tim adores them.

“Really?” Tim pulls away enough so he could look at Kon in the eyes. “Because if I didn’t know any better I would say you’re scenting me.”

Kon stays silent and the fact that he didn’t deny it straight away confirms his actions. “Maybe…” his alpha admits eventually.

The omega inside of him preens at the admission. Tim smirks playfully at him. “And why are you scenting me?”

Kon blinks, clearly trying to come up with an answer. Usually Kon only scents him when one of their cycles come around or when he’s feeling rather possessive of Tim out of jealously for whatever reason. Of course Tim knows the real reason why he’s doing it now, he just wants Kon to admit it.

“No reason.”

“Sure…” Tim snickers, “and you couldn’t wait a couple minutes longer until we were in bed together? So this has nothing to do with me being covered in a disgusting rotten egg smell and surrounded by my alpha brothers?”

Kon once again ducks his head and presses his lips against his neck. “Nope. Not all.” Tim snorts and shakes his head but before he could comment further Kon’s head shoots back up and his boyfriend sends him a frown. “The point you’re trying to make is stupid. Of course I don’t like you being covered in other scents, sewers included, obviously I’m going to want you smelling like me when you come back.”

“That’s true I suppose.”

Kon now looks at him pointedly. “Anyway you can’t say shit! You love my scent just as much as I love yours.”

Tim feels himself blush at the call out. The annoying thing about it is how he can’t even deny it either. What was the first thing he wanted to do after getting out of the shower, it was in fact to be covered in Kon’s scent.

When Tim doesn’t say anything Kon laughs and gives him a squeeze. He presses a kiss to his cheek, muttering a “thought so” into his skin. Tim huffs and rolls his eyes but there’s a small smile on his face. In all honesty, they’re as bad as each other. Tim is just as glad to get rid of that sewage smell as Kon is.

At that point Tim untangles himself from Kon’s hold and steps towards the bed, he glances back at his alpha making a “come on” gesture with his hand. “Let’s go to bed. I’m done with today and can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow morning.”