Omega Billy is in heat when his dad barges into his room and demands he go find his wayward bitch sister. Billy is in heat and so ready for his date with the beta girl, so ready to take the edge off.
But no, he had to go slog it across town in search of this damned girl he had been given responsibility of. He had to go by parents' houses and shmooze information out of them, some of them scenting his heat and getting all aroused and predatory, but Billy had to keep going cuz he couldn't beat the shit out of every alpha he came into contact with, not today.
Fuck knows he wanted to, wanted to claw his nails through their flesh and watch blood pour out of them. Billy hates alphas. Hates his alpha dad who expects Billy to be the alpha son he deserved, hates the alpha women who tease and paw at him, hates that he's just an object to be used by an alpha dick. Hates it all.
So when he gets to the Byers' house out in the woods, when he finds that bastard Steve Harrington, alpha of alphas, standing in front of him with his baby sister hiding in the house, Billy bares his fangs and fucking snarls.
But Steve doesn't reciprocate in kind, Steve doesn't fight back, Steve gets a single sniff of heat scent and he's moving farther and farther away. "Youre in heat!" He yells, "Go home! What are you doing out here, you're gonna get hurt!"
Billy follows him in the house, closing the distance, wants to rip his teeth through alpha flesh, but Steve wont even close a fist. He stands with his palms open, trying to be all worried and sweet like the manipulative brat he is, and Billy swings.
He catches Steve across the cheek, Steve stumbles backwards and then to the floor, but he still has one hand up towards Billy and he wheezes, "Billy, man, you're in heat," Like Billy didn't know, like his veins weren't on fire, and then, "I have a rut shot. I have a rut shot and you can use it, see if it helps the heat, cause you shouldn't be out of your house, Billy, please,"
And Billy doesn't fucking get it, doesn't know what this alpha dick is talking about, using his rut shot as if Billy hasn't gone through his heat every month for years of his life without any kind of suppressant or medical relief, as if Billy hasn't ground alphas into the ground with his fists for talking about his sweet juices, as if Billy isnt standing over him now with two cracked knuckles and a manic grin on his face. As if Billy wants to go home and sit down and sweat this shit out--
Steve has stood up and puts his fingers on Billy's sweating chest and he says, "Im not gonna fight you like this, Billy, go home," and the next thing Billy knows he's straddling Steve's body as he wails into Steve's face with his claws out, scratches the shit out of the alphas nose and collar bones and stupid dumb naive head.
When Billy wakes up later on the Byers' kitchen floor, he can still feel his heat sizzling through his brain and he knows he's gonna go hunt that shit alpha down and finish what he started, but first he has to roll over and cool his forehead on the hardwood floor and breathe a giant sigh of hatred and frustration and goddamn self-loathing into the floor's cracks.
What the fuck, Steve Harrington.
