#frason

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New Rome - Temple Hill 

Jason is dedicating a new temple. 

Frank approaches from behind him, knocking at the open door. 

"Am I interrupting?"

Jason turns, splashing oil from the ceremonial flask over the back of his hand. 

The scent rises thickly in the small windowless room, a gust of wind slams the door behind Frank. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he says, bumbling. 

Jason smiles kindly as he sets the oil on the altar and gets to his feet. He reaches out and clasps his hand on Frank's forearm, sending an electric sensation racing up Frank's arm. "Not to worry, big guy …" His eyes dilate. He squeezes. "Wow. You really got some muscle going on there."

Frank shivers as Jason drags his oily palm up Frank's forearm and grabs his bicep, squeezing it too. 

"Err …" Frank stammers, trying to suppress a shudder. It feels super hot in the room all of a sudden. 

Jason seems to realize he's being weird and lets go, then steps back and clears his throat. 

"Sorry, man. It just caught me off guard." He shakes his head, squinting behind his glasses like he's trying to see clearly. "Were you looking for me? Need me for something?"

Frank blinks, shaking his head as well. It's like a fog has gathered in his mind making it hard to put his words in the right order. 

"Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about …" What was it again? He looks back down at the his arm muscles now shining with oil under the warm glow from a wall torch. Was it about his muscles? "I remembered you talking to Percy back on the Argo II, about how your dad's blessing like … drop-kicked you through puberty."

Jason rubs his forehead, wiping the sweat back through his hair, his slightly overgrown bangs standing up in spiky points. With the torch light behind him it makes it look like his blond hair is made of fire. Frank bites his lip, suppressing a shudder. 

Jason gives a nervous chuckle, his cheeks pinking up. "Yeah. That was kinda embarrassing."

Frank nods emphatically, stepping closer. "I know, right? Mars did it to me too. It's why, you know, I got so big after that time in Venice."

Jason, nods along, bantering with Frank like they're best buddies. It's an odd feeling, but not unpleasant. Frank has always wanted to get to know Jason better. 

"That makes sense. You grew like four inches all at once. I remember you complaining –" he pauses, snapping his fingers like he's trying to find his words. They seem to have that in common as well. "– something about your clothes not fitting. But, honestly, they were baggy before. You look real good with more form-fitting cuts."

He wrinkles his forehead, brows furrowing. 

Frank isn't sure how to respond to that. Jason thinks he looks good? Like, Jason Grace with the most perfect, athletic, ideal body for a Roman soldier and he likes Frank's body? How does one accept a compliment like that?

Jason doesn't seem to find Frank's silence awkward. He keeps talking like they're old friends. 

"It was pretty similar for me – with Jupiter's blessing, I mean. I shot up about four inches." His cheeks color even more as he drops his eyes, leaning in and lowering his voice like he's sharing a secret. "My dick too. Seriously it went from average to … well …" He trails off, instead demonstrating the length with his hands. 

Frank's eyebrows shoot up. "Yes! Exactly! I mean, what the hell, Dad. I don't get a say in this? You just change me up without asking."

Jason shakes his head, clapping Frank's shoulder with his hand. It's really nice to be able to commiserate with somebody who understands. 

Then Jason wraps his arm around Frank's back, the heat pouring off him through the pontifex robes. Frank can't help thinking that this half-hug ought to feel weird, but it really doesn't. It feels good, like they're really bonding. 

"My dad didn't buff me up quite like yours though," Jason prattles on. "Or maybe it's just that natural animal magnetism you've got going on. Whatever it is, it's super hot."

Frank blinks several more times, processing those words. He's confused, but flattered, his heart beating fast. 

Jason wipes his forehead again, his breathing getting heavy. 

"Are you alright?" Frank asks, shrugging out from under Jason's arm and then grabbing his waist as Jason catches his balance grabbing Frank's arm. Again, that electric sensation rushes up Frank's arm, into his chest, and then settles warmly behind his naval. A throb of pleasure. "Maybe we should sit down," he offers, sliding his arm around Jason's back and guiding him to sit on the low wooden altar.

"Yeah," Jason says, grabbing at his pontifex robes. "Is it just me? It's hot in here, right?" He shrugs them off and then, still not comfortable, pulls his t-shirt off over his head. 

Frank feels it too, like that first spark under his skin has caught on fire and is finally burning bright, consuming him. He vaguely wonders if he should be concerned, but it doesn't feel like when he'd lit his firewood to free Thanatos. The stick was safely stowed in its fire-safe pouch. 

He notices Jason staring at him, at his shirt. He looks down. It's totally soaked with sweat, his nipples standing erect and obvious through the thin fabric. It's too much, too hot. He pulls it off and drops it on the pile of clothes Jason has left on the floor. 

"Can this altar hold us both? I'm kinda heavy …"

Jason doesn't answer, his eyes devouring Frank's chest even more than before, his hands reaching out, though he seems to realize he shouldn't touch without asking. He holds them still, seemingly not able to put them down. 

"You're perfect," he says, his voice low and growly. He meets Frank's eyes and he's got that wolfish gleam in them Frank has heard people talking about ever since he'd first heard Jason's name. "I mean, gods … your body. That's the epitome of a warrior's build. I uh …" He swallows hard, his eyes softening. It reminds Frank of how he'd felt with Mars and Ares constantly battling in his head, the struggle to focus with his attention split two ways. "I don't know what's gotten into me," Jason finishes, licking his lips, his pupils going huge and dark as more trails of sweat track the sides of his face from his temples. 

Frank is right there too. The draw, the compulsion. 

One minute they're staring, enraptured in each other's gaze and the next Jason has straddled Frank's lap and is kissing him within an inch of his life, his tongue invading Frank's mouth, his breaths hot and fast in his nostrils. Frank kisses back just as fervently, his hands on Jason's ass, and then running them up and down his back, gliding with sweat, or oil? 

And then Jason moves his kisses along the line of Frank's jaw, down his neck, pushing against Frank's shoulders until Frank gathers him in his arms, dragging him down on top of himself on the altar. Jason attaches himself like a leech, biting the juncture where Frank's neck and shoulder meet and sucking hard …

*A Few Hours Later*

Frank is the first to wake. The temple is warm and toasty, the torch still burning on the wall and sending a rosy glow flickering across their very naked and glistening bodies. The ceremonial oil flask lies empty on its side and Frank rubs his hair, sending droplets of sweat flying. Jason lifts his head from where it was resting on Frank's shoulder. They both turn to look at the goddess leaning against the temple door, her arms lazily crossed. She's wearing a simple chiton, a wry smile playing on her lips. 

"Pontifex, I admire your attention to detail. I have not been so thoroughly honored in centuries, millennia. A perfect dedication ceremony to consecrate my temple."

Jason sits up, his eyes going wide as understanding dawns on him. Frank wants to ask what he wants to say, but the goddess doesn't give either of them a chance to speak.

"And for your stunning performances, I, the goddess Volumptus, bestow on each of you my blessing."

Jason and Frank sit bolt upright, their hands extended … "Wait!" 

“Where the fuck am I…?” He rasped, his voice thick with the pillow under his head that he found himself sniffing at. He could faintly recognize the scent, but it wasn't quite right. It made him still feel so sleepy despite the thick bite of leather around his throat when he attempted to roll over.

His senses started to come into sharper focus when he finally saw Jason standing by the side of the bed. He wretched back a bit, only to choke himself like a bad dog. He snarled at the Alpha, baring his teeth that felt a lot less sharp than he realized. He brought his hands up to feel his mouth but stopped about halfway through when he didn't even feel the weight of his glove on his hand anymore.

His palms were raw. With pale, pinky flesh instead of a seared crisp. His skin felt so sensitive now that he could actually feel it. He looked his hands over in awe before he finally began to grab at his face. The skin was terrifyingly soft and his cheeks were so malleable. He had eyebrows and he tugged at his eyelashes as if they weren't real for a second. It didn't take long before he felt like he was going to pull the hair that was now riddling his scalp all out with how his fists knotted into the short locks.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Freddy's voice barked out from his mouth just as quickly as it came to his mind and his eyes wobbled their way up to glare at Jason's utterly impassive mask.

“What the fuck did you do to me you big, nasty bastard?!” He snarled even lower and he tried to lunge only to feel his air quickly cut as the belt only tightened around his throat and he suddenly couldn't speak anymore but he didn't care enough as he began to pull even harder, clawing his blunt fingers at Jason from a completely harmless distance.

Jason just watched his Omega try and fail before he saw his newly fleshy face turn from a furious red into a deepening purple. Jason just continued to stare for a few seconds before Freddy managed to have the foresight to stop once his fingers were shaking.

Freddy wheezed and coughed, rubbing his chest a few times and letting himself fall back down onto the pillow, only to let out a weak, unintended whimper when he realized the smell that came to him was Jason's. He wanted to throw up. He was honestly surprised he hadn't already.

“...You dickhead.” Freddy spat, leaving a pale wet spot on a patch of Jason's crusted jeans. It barely made a scratch.

Jason said nothing as he watched the smaller man's face slowly go back to a duller red, his cheeks still rather flushed and the memories it reminded him of had the larger of the two shiver a bit. Freddy flinched when he felt Jason grab his thigh and he looked down to only see himself in his sweater. He was completely bare below the waist and he quickly pushed the bottom of the sweater down to give himself a slight modicum of decency.

He tried to yank himself away but it was no use against Jason's steel grip, “Get me some goddamn pants right now!”

Jason let him go and Freddy raised his eyebrows when he thought, just for a second, that the massive oaf was going to listen to him until he instead saw Jason grab a notepad and a pencil.

After a minute that felt far too long for his tastes, Jason showed him what he wrote.

‘No.’

“No? The fuck do you mean ‘no’?” He hollered immediately. He could chastise Jason's horrible penmanship later.

Jason just tapped the paper.

Freddy rolled his eyes and moved on before he ended up choking himself, “Can you get this fucking belt off my neck?”

Jason tapped the paper.

Now, Freddy took a deep breath. Again, at least he's getting some kind of answer after all of these years. Even if he didn't get any he liked.

“Okay, fine, how did I end up like this?” Freddy asked, a bit slower as he gestured to his white, pasty body. He didn't exactly like having a bare ass.

Jason flipped the notepad back around and Freddy's eye began to twitch when it took infinitely longer for Jason to write down his next answer.

‘Yoo chanjd.’

Freddy had to try really, really hard not to say a very unsavory word to the guy that went around slicing teenagers in half just for being on the same patch of grass as himself, “Uh-huh… and uhm, when did I change?”

Freddy wished he could sit up to see what Jason was writing. He really, really wished he could also maul the Alpha until there was nothing left but an unidentifiable cadaver. Freddy was instead forced to lay there and watch Jason slowly mash the tip of his pencil down on the paper in his fist.

When he finally read the horrendous scribbling, his gut sank.

‘Afftur biet.’

Freddy stared at the paper, hoping it didn't mean what he thought it did as he brought his hand up to his shoulder, his fingers trembling a bit as he traveled over and pushed his hand under the collar of his knitwear. He couldn't deny it, even if half of it was suffocating under the belt around his neck but there, at the junction of his neck and shoulder, there was the snaggled scar of Jason's teeth. It was still horribly sore despite the skin already growing back over it.

Freddy remembered most of what happened now. The dream, the things he wanted, then… it was muddy, and he knew what happened. He knew… and he carefully passed his hand over his stomach, feeling the muscles tighten out of instinct.

“Am… Am I pregnant?”

Jason just shrugged.

“Oh, great, that makes me feel so much fucking better you giant ass.” Freddy hissed, biting back the way he felt his eyes get a bit stingy.

He blinked it back and stared at Jason for a minute. He thought a lot longer and harder than he normally would before opening his mouth again.

“Are you my Alpha?” He drawled out and he perked up when he saw Jason's spine go a bit rigid, “Well, are you?”

The masked man nodded, albeit he was stilted and seemed rather on guard. Freddy did his best to roll over on his stomach, but he couldn't quite get there when the belt started to cut at his throat again, but he narrowed his eyes and propped himself up just a little bit, arching back to make himself look more pert.

“And… will my Alpha get this nasty belt off of me if he gets a treat in return?” Freddy crooned, lowering his voice into a slow, creeping coo.

Jason crept back over to the bed and Freddy shuddered a bit when those large hands grabbed the back of his thighs, pushing up over the flesh as though Jason's rugged palms wanted to make Freddy shiver from his newly rejuvenated sense of touch. Every single callous burned into his brain when Jason grabbed a globe in each hand and parted his cheeks. Freddy bit down on his knuckle to hide the whine that bubbled in his throat when the cold air met his still burning hole.

“Y-You want it?” Freddy teased further, his voice a bit muffled behind his hand. “It's yours, isn't it? Just let me go and you can fuck me all you want.”

Jason leered over Freddy for a few more minutes, like he was actually debating it, before lunging overtop him to yank the belt off from where it was tied to the bedframe. Freddy had a tiny window to think before Jason yanked the belt tight and choked Freddy up onto his knees. The Omega couldn't help the moan that was literally choked out of him as Jason held tight. He was painfully hard.

Freddy could smell the pheromones now assaulting his senses in every direction as Jason rubbed his clothed hard-on against Freddy's back. Freddy began to hump back against him.

“D-Do that again.” He asked, his voice terribly small as his hand reached down to wrap at the base of his cock.

Jason loosened his grip on the belt, letting Freddy slump back over until the demon began to lower down and prop his ass up before he pulled the belt taught against and ripped another strangled moan out of him. It was becoming a nice sight from this view.

Jason let Freddy go back down now, for real this time and Freddy did exactly what Jason predicted he'd do. His Omega pressed his cherried face into the pillow, huffing at the familiar scent as he propped up on his knees and presented his ass like a wanton teenager. Freddy was oddly quiet for a minute, but eventually, he managed to wheeze a bit.

“Well… a-aren’t you going to fuck me? Don't you want to knot me again?” Freddy bit his lip to stifle the unbecoming sound that would've escaped his throat as Jason tightened the belt for a decent minute, holding Freddy down underneath him.

Jason got up and immediately bolted out of the room.

Freddy blinked a few times, sitting up and looking over at the door that slammed behind Jason. Despite how hard his dick still was, he didn't feel any anger bubble up in him from being left all hot and bothered like this. Instead, a sickening dread began to fill him that began to scream from the Omega inside him. At his Alpha… rejecting him.

For some reason his chest began to heave as his heart rate started up in his ears, louder than any drums from the heaviest band he'd ever heard. It was increasing by the second when his own breathing couldn't be heard over it despite how heavily he began to hyperventilate, his whole body slowly creeping into a full quake until Jason came back just as abruptly as he left, swinging the door open only to freeze at the sight and unmistakable smell of his distressed Omega.

He dropped whatever was in his hand and rushed over, only for Freddy to suddenly lunge at him. Jason should have reacted quicker, but his body went stiff when Freddy barely even managed to shove him back. Instead, the once menacing, demonic figure of his nightmares was battering weakly at his chest as he sobbed and swore at him.

“Fuck you! I'll kill you for doing this shit to m-me!” Freddy was hiccuping too hard to actually get much of his bluster out. The panic and palpable embarrassment that were welling up in the stench of distress only made Jason more concerned as he grabbed Freddy's arms and forced the man back down into the bed.

“Get off! I'm not letting you do a fucking thing to me any-” Freddy didn't get to finish as Jason wrapped his arms around the much smaller man and squeezed him. He held on tight to the Omega, nuzzling the cold, plastic nose of his mask down against his scent gland and his scent drowned Freddy.

Jason felt the smaller of them try to wriggle free but they both knew it was useless and Freddy ended up going placid after less than a few minutes. He melted to a puddle in Jason's arms and began to let out little whimpers that soothed away all of Jason's worries. He carefully loosened his hold and looked down when Freddy peaked over his shoulder at him.

“Don’t… don't do anything like that again.” Freddy sniffled, wiping his nose on his solid red sleeve. “W-What did you go get anyways?”

He finally figured he'd ask now that he felt much less riled up. Jason went to get up again but paused for a second before Freddy rolled his eyes and waved for him to go fetch whatever he dropped. Freddy watched Jason pluck a musty, crumpled sweater off the ground and he sat up, furrowing his brows a bit.

Jason brought it over and tossed it in Freddy's lap before crawling into the bed with him and taking Freddy into his lap, wrapping his arms around the Omega and holding him close. Freddy hated how much he didn't want to push the Alpha off of him. Instead, he focused his attention on the musty garment he'd just been handed.

It was a sweater, just like his but it was a bit chunkier and despite how dirty and faded the fabric was, Freddy could still tell it was supposed to be a pale shade of blue. He squinted, trying not to think it was absolutely what he knew it was.

“What the hell did you get this for?” Freddy asked a bit under his breath.

His heart skipped a beat as Jason began to tug Freddy's sweater up from his body and he quickly batted those massive hands back down until he could get a more proper answer, “Do you want me to wear this?”

Jason nodded, albeit he was a bit more enthusiastic than Freddy expected. He took another second to look at the sweater as Jason was desperately trying to undress him even more. That's when Freddy caught it, just the tiniest scent but it was still immediately recognizable. Under all of the rot and muck that cling to the fabric, was the warm smell of another Alpha, though much brighter and cleaner than Jason, it still had the raw undertones of very stale water.

“I-Is this your mother's?” Freddy chirped, suddenly much more intrigued by the idea as he lifted his arms up for Jason to toss his sweater across the room. Jason was practically panting in Freddy's ear and that was all the confirmation Freddy needed to slip the dead woman's sweater onto himself.

“You're a naughty boy, Jason.” Freddy crooned, feeling the Alpha stiffen up a bit and Freddy took his chance to push the larger of the two back onto the bed, straddling his waist and feeling Jason's hands immediately snatch at his hips.

“Do you want a new Mommy?” Freddy teased, palming Jason's hard-on through his pants. “You wanna make me your Mommy?”

Jason's breathing only rasped, like there was water gargling in his throat before Freddy carefully began to undo the man's pants, smiling a bit too gleefully when he pulled out his throbbing cock. Jason was still exactly as intimidating as Freddy remembered from his heat, but the sight of it again already had the slick dripping down his thighs.

“Are you gonna be a good boy, Jason?” Freddy asked as he wrapped his hands around the base of the shaft and gave a small squeeze, watching Jason's tip leak. “Are you gonna make me a proud mother?”

Jason could only nod with every question Freddy asked him, bucking his hips up against the Omega and staring him down with an unwavering gaze in his only good eye. He seemed ready to crack, his hands gripping Freddy's hips in a bruising grip but Freddy simply slid his hand up Jason's length, tracing his finger around the tip, and wiping a bit of precum around the head.

Freddy's smile only widened before he picked up his hips and carefully poked the head against his puckered anus, rubbing the slick star back and forth, pushing and waning. Jason could only barely feel the warmth that he craved and his instincts were screaming at him until he finally caved. Jason couldn't take it anymore before he began to push Freddy down on his cock.

“You naughty little shit-” Freddy gasped as he felt Jason breech the tight ring of muscle before he began to pull down, “Ah, fuck, I thought you were a mommy's boy! D-Don’t you know how to listen to your mother?!”

Freddy's words fell a bit flat as Jason pushed him all the way down, making sure Freddy was fully impaled on his cock. The stretch and fullness made it hard for a coherent thought to come to his mind for a second, his tight chasm and wetness making him twitch a bit. It felt like a punch to the gut and he looked down to see the bulging in his stomach that had his hear-rate pick up. He carefully reached down to touch it through the fabric of the sweater he wore, hoping Jason didn't notice yet.

Jason's head had fallen back against the pillow, panting a bit at the reconnection. He could think of consequences when he wasn't buried in the demon's ass and he glanced over when the silence went on to long, seeing the hand over Freddy's belly and he sat up, flipping the Omega onto his back before lifting his lithe legs onto his shoulders.

“W-Wait, Jason-” Freddy's voice died out of this throat within seconds when Jason pulled out slow and steady, receding inch by inch until only his tip was still coated in warmth before he snapped the full length back in. That's when he noticed the sudden bulge and he immediately began to piston Freddy into the bed.

“J-Jason, fuck! S-So rough…” Freddy panted, drool collecting in the corners of his mouth, “... Y-You're gonna give Mommy p-pups at this rate.”

Jason nearly folded Freddy in half as he immediately rushed his pace. The mere mention of pups drove the Alpha mad and Freddy both regretted and relished what he said as he stared into those deranged eyes the more his throat only seemed to make harsh whines and desperate gargles. He’s lying in ecstacy for the next few minutes until he felt his own cock suddenly spurting hot ropes onto the poor, already smelly sweater he had on. Jason only smeared the cum into the fabric and picked up pace.

Freddy's legs shook a bit, suddenly feeling too full and too fast and too much as tears swelled in his eyes. He wasn't used to this feeling, he wasn't used to too much. He curled his toes and bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, but his voice couldn't seem to work it's way out until Jason finally began have his knot swell up, catching on Freddy's tight sphincter a few times as it rounded out and began to stick, making his jackrabbit thrusts less brisk and hard. It still didn't make Freddy ready for Jason to finally knot him.

"K-Knot Mommy, Jason! J-Just, fuck, fuck, fuck! Breed me! F-Fill me up!" Freddy spewed out in a voice that sounded completely unnatural for him. He didn't know what he was saying anymore.

Jason held the demon down into the mattress, his knot pushing into the Omega and holding his pace as he started to paint Freddy's insides white. His cum felt unnaturally hot, hotter than Freddy remembered during his heat and it was so thick and sticky, it congealed around Jason's shaft like a thick, sticky butter, only sealed in by his swollen knot. There was a bit too much for Freddy to really think hard about his slightly swollen belly.

His head was still fuzzy and Jason's pheromones were still clouding his judgement as he passed a hand over the slightly round skin of his belly. It was just enough to make a visible difference, like a small potbelly. He felt horribly full and his thigh twitched as he started to clear up. Freddy winced a bit as Jason maneuvered Freddy to lay on his side with Jason wrapping the Omega up in his arms and holding him close, smothered into his chest just like a teddy. Freddy didn't have the energy, or the willpower to fight back right now.

Instead, he took in that intoxicatingly putrid smell and snuggled closer, hoping Jason's knot would deflate soon enough so he could talk some sense into the brute. For now, though, Jason felt just cold enough to not make him bake and his raspy, wet breathing was as soothing as Freddy assumed listening to Jason's heartbeat would be.

If either of them even had one.