The omegaverse au grows...
It's not a nice story so far. Nick is not a nice alpha, and neither is mav. But nick mostly likes to guilt trip Ron so much, ever since Ron was younger and nick basically bought him.
Ron is an omega, younger than in canon (I'm thinking of setting this au in the one where Ron is the same age as mav, just because. It will make tom even more protective.)
Tom is still Ron's pilot, he would like to scoop him away and ran, but he can't, needs to be careful.
(Chris seresin be there too. He's an Alpha already with a bond to tom. If possible he will be even more protective.)
(Also... I don't write smut, usually. Please, mercy....)
@oh-surprise-its-me
Not every Alpha, Ron told himself. Not every alpha was like that.
Nick wasn't like that either, in truth, Ron convinced himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, the bruise around his eye carefully concealed with enough makeup that his skin would appear normal. Untouched.
Nick was like that because Ron pushed him.
He knew his alpha was jealous, he knew he made a mistake when he chose to become iceman RIO and take his distance from him. From his alpha! His mate. Hos protector. Because that was Nick, at the end of the day. His savior from a father who cared nothing. The beacon in the darkness that took him away from an almost certain early death. Nick bought him, he saved him, he even gave him a chance to fly. Not many omega become navy aviators, it was because of nick if he had the chance. And how did he repay him? He left. He walked, flew away with tom. Like the stupid omega he was. It was normal Nick was angry now.
But Ron would make it alright, he said. Ron would make amend for that.
There was a new alpha strutting beside nick. He was small, physically looking more like an omega, but the smell, oh it was unmistakable. Everything about Maverick screamed alpha so very loud and fast.
Ron, on the other hand--
"He still smells like Iceman."
Maverick's voice was almost a whine coming from the bed. Ron flinched.
He showered carefully, he used the soap Nick chose, despite the pine smell being so strong and he really didn't like it. Plus, it itched on his skin, for some reason, but he wouldn't complain, Nick liked it, and he would use it.
"I know, Mavi."
Ron could hear a barely concealed growl in his tone. He didn't move. He waited.
"Come here sweetheart. Let's get that stench away, mh?"
He didn't smell tom on himself, he was sure, so very sure, and he knew because he missed his smell, but he couldn't refuse, there would be consequences, bad ones.
He shuffled on bare feet back in the bedroom, allowed Maverick to grab his hand, wrap his fingers around his wrist and pull him on the bed. He bit his shoulder before Nick even moved. Nick laughed, his hand in Ron's hair, grasping, pulling.
"So eager, my little alpha."
Ron felt blood trickle from his shoulder.
"I like how he tastes, Goose. can you blame me?" He looked like a predator, grinning, licking his lips, passing his tongue over the bite. "It's all your fault, you made me taste him once. You should've warned me Omegas were addictive. I've never had one before."
Like Ron was a meal or something. Nick pinned him down. Training would start in 30 minutes--
"Don't worry about that sweetheart. We'll make sure you're nice and presentable for that. and Iceman will know who you belong to. We only lend you to him because he needs a RIO, and without you in his backseat things would be so boring here."
Tom could beat them even without him, Ron knew that. He remained quietly careful not to let it slip out.
"Say, Mavi... do you want the honor? I'm... I feel generous today."
Ron felt Maverick shift over him, he could feel excitement wash over the younger Alpha. his fingers digging into his arm, it would leave a mark, Ron knew. But it would be covered by the flight suit, and anyway everyone knew he was an omega, and as any good, proper one he had to please and bear the marks his Alpha left on him. It should've been proud of showing them. And he was so lucky, he forced his brain to think, he had two Alphas taking care of him.
(He didn't want to. but oh, he would show off any mark Tom would ever decide to put on him. Except Tom never left marks, Tom was careful, Tom was oh so gentle. Tom, he delusionally thought to himself, truly loved him.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle, You'll even be able to sit after."
"Oh Mavi... You've always been such a softie." Nick chuckled. "But you shouldn't worry about that. just have all the fun you want, look at him, he exists only to please us, why care if he can or cannot sit after?"
"We have a debrief. It would be so distracting to have him squirm around because he can't sit still. Just imagine all those hungry ones in the room eyeing him, Goose. Can't have that."
There had been a time Ron thought Maverick could be more like Tom, gentle, nice. How silly of him to think that, Nick showed him around, he took him under his wing, how could he be different from him?
"smart, yeah. well honey, have it your way, then."
For a brief, fleeting moment, Ron thought he would warn him or something. he hoped, because he promised and--
But maverick was Nick's precious baby alpha, Ron should've known better than trust any word coming out of his mouth.
He bit him, again, on the other shoulder, Ron suppressed a moan, biting down on the pillow. He penetrated him without warning.
Ron yelped, shame washing over him at the sound he tried so hard to keep to himself.
"Careful Mavi. Don't fill him up, even though that's what such a pretty omega deserves. Save it for after , when we're off deployment."
"But won't he be sent with Iceman?"
Goose growled and with suppressed laughter maverick thrusts grew faster.
"He's my... our omega. After this, Iceman will have to find a brand new rio."
Maverick grinned, bit down on him again, exactly over the previous mark, licked the contour, sucked hard, enough to bruise.
"Ours?"
"Ours." Nick confirmed. "And you will have your nice little pup. Give little Brad a brother or sister to play with. Hopefully our sweetheart will be good enough to give us a little alpha, mh?"
He didn't want a kid, Ron thought. He never wanted one. Not with Maverick. Certainly not with Nick. Not even with Tom-- Well, maybe if Tom asked, he-- kids were troublesome, even more in their line of work. A kid meant he would not fly for an extended time, and carrying a kid could-- it could kill him. Break him. He saw it happen. Besides, he wasn't cut to be a parent, he had no idea where to start, not with the kind of father he had. The father who sold him off to Nick to begin with.
"I said, you will be good enough, yes?"
Nick grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. He whined.
"Come on sweetheart, he asked you a question." Maverick said, his voice dangerously close and sweet.
Ron nodded.
"Let us hear your voice when you answer honey."
He opened his mouth again to answer when Maverick thrusted faster and deeper inside of him, on purpose, he knew, and all Ron could do was let out a loud moan.
Nick patted his head with a chuckle.
"Well, that's good too. so good, right Mavi?"
Maverick was wrapped on him, the height difference almost painfully obvious, but crumpled on the bed, left a moaning, sweaty mess, it was so clear that Ron was so much not an Alpha like he tried to pass the very first day, before Nick set his eyes back on him and decided he let him off the hook for far too long and he wanted that rightfully his omega back to himself. Sharing him with Maverick was almost obvious.
A couple more thrusts before Maverick raised his head slightly.
"Turn around baby, I want to look at you."
It took a bit of trying, with Maverick still holding so tight.
Ron's face was flushed red, half- lidded eyes staring at Maverick.
"Please..." He whispered, he wasn't even sure anymore what he was praying him for. Release from that torture? to finish him? fill him until he blacked out completely? His mind was blank already, and the two Alphas both knew.
Maverick seemed to think of it for a moment, he smirked.
"Open up."
If anything, Ron's eyes grew wider.
"Not your eyes baby." he chuckled, he moved slowly. Put his thumb in Ron's mouth.
"We don't want to make a mess, right? because you know what happens if you make a mess. So be good now baby. Be good and swallow it all."
Ron felt choking as Maverick came in his mouth.
"God, Mavi... you really know how to bring out the best look on him, don't you? So damn pretty."
A couple longer seconds before Maverick pulled out and looked at him satisfied.
"Clean yourself up, quick. we have a lesson in 10, we won't be late because our omega needs some care."
Hard, almost cruel, so different from a moment ago, and yet not that much, Ron knew.
"Are you okay?"
Tom asked, purposely ignoring Nick's low growl from where he was sitting in front of them, Maverick leaned back in his chair, relaxed.
"I'm good, Ice." His voice felt weird, raw, his throat hoarse, lips still red and swollen. He heard Chipper inspire harshly when he walked inside next to Tom, he knew why. Jesus, he must be smelling like Maverick so damn much.
"Okay." Tom said, slowly. He wrapped an arm around Ron's shoulder, but in a quick movement, Ron moved himself.
"We-- you can't." He muttered, not even looking at him. "Please."
Reluctantly, Tom dropped his arm off of Ron's shoulder. Goose grinned.
