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At midmorning, Roy strolls into Jason’s office and sits his ass right down on the desk like he owns it.
Jason grimaces. "Can I help you?"
Roy takes a loud bite out of the apple he's holding. "That remains to be seen."
Stifling a sigh, Jason looks up from the Excel file he’s desperately trying to beat into submission. Being the new, scrappy young alpha of an entire pack is turning out to involve a lot more office work than he expected. "What do you want? I'm busy with this damn budget."
"Conner called," Roy says, wiping apple juice off his chin. "He picked up a stray at the checkpoint. Some beta that ran away from his last pack and is hoping to join us."
Jason sits back in his chair and rubs his eyes. "I am not the local shelter, Roy."
Roy shrugs, then takes another obnoxious bite. The crunching is eating at Jason's nerves. "Sure. But I have it on good authority that this one is just so cute."
Jason groans. "Conner’s weakness for any set of pretty eyes is becoming a real liability."
"I figured you could at least meet him. Talk to him, find out if he’s worth the hassle. If not, we’ll feed him a meal and send him on his way." Roy finishes his apple and tosses the core into the trash.
"Fine, but we’ve got enough betas," Jason points out. "What we need are more loyal alphas."
"Or an omega," Roy says. "That’d be nice."
Jason huffs. "And where’s an omega gonna come from, Roy? You think one of the other local packs will offer one up on a silver platter? There are, like, three in the whole state of New Jersey."
"A man can dream," Roy says, gesturing dramatically with open arms. "Anyway, he's in the lounge. I told him you were coming to see him, but that you might be a while."
Jason rakes a hand through his mussed hair. While he doesn't exactly relish meeting with someone he should likely turn away, he'll do anything to get away from this fucking spreadsheet. "Okay. Yeah. I'll be there in like five minutes."
"Thanks, boss." Roy hops off the desk with an exaggerated salute. "I'll get him a cup of coffee, or something." He leaves the office, but Jason sits a moment longer, head in his hands, wondering how he ended up here.
Pack leader at 23 years old.
He worked hard for this, sure, and he's never had the luxury of relying on others for help, left on his own at a young age, but sometimes he looks around at what his life has become over the last few months and can't reconcile it with where he came from. People have traveled to his pack for safety and shelter.
It's exactly the kind of refuge he didn't have when he was a kid.
Locking his computer, Jason finally gets up and heads down to the lounge. He passes pack members on the way, including Conner, who's loitering by the foyer with Roy.
Conner opens his mouth to speak, looking sheepish, but Jason waves him off. "Later!" he barks. "I expect otherworldly beauty."
And, honestly, when Jason strides into the lounge, otherworldly beauty is pretty much what he gets.
His first glimpse of the beta waiting for him brings Jason up short. The man has the kind of effortless beauty Jason only sees in magazines and assumed was always airbrushed on. Huge blue eyes, unblemished golden skin, plush pink lips and thick, feathery dark hair. Perfect bone structure, high cheekbones, a sharp jaw. He looks photoshopped.
The beta is hunched in on himself on the couch, a cup of coffee cradled in both hands, and he straightens as Jason enters, well-groomed eyebrows shooting up.
"Well, Conner's not wrong," Jason mutters.
"I'm sorry?" says the beta, putting the cup down and standing up.
"Nothing," says Jason. "Jason Todd, pack alpha." He sticks out his hand, stiff and formal, and the beta grasps it firmly, returning the handshake.
"Dick Grayson," he says. "Thank you for meeting with me."
"Of course." Jason nods. "I’m always willing to meet with someone interested in joining. Conner reported that you fled from your last pack?"
Dick nods, and he widens his eyes, looking worried and anxious. It immediately makes Jason want to soothe him, reassure him he’ll be safe. "Yes. I had to leave the Wilson pack. It wasn’t…it wasn’t very safe."
Oh, hell. Jason’s heard that before. Slade Wilson is one of the most ruthless pack alphas in the northeastern hemisphere, rivaled only by Bruce Wayne, but the Waynes at least pretend at civility while they look down their noses at every other pack in the region. In contrast, the Wilson pack won’t hesitate to execute rivals or any of their own pack perceived as disloyal. This beta has taken a huge risk even attempting to leave.
Jason reaches out, clasping Dick’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Well, you’re safe here." God, what is he even doing? He’s no better than Conner—pretty eyes and a sob story, and he’s willing to take on a lot of potential trouble. He clears his throat and steps back, making himself add, "We can at least offer you a warm meal and a place to sleep tonight while we figure out if there’s a place for you in our pack."
The barest frown passes over Dick’s face, before he masks the anxiety. "Thank you. I've heard nothing but good things about your strength and abilities as pack leader. I just knew I would be safe here. I hope I can prove myself as a valuable asset."
"I’m sure that won’t be a problem," Jason hears himself saying. "I’d never want to put someone in danger."
What the actual fuck.
If Jason didn’t know better, he’d swear Dick is fucking around with his instincts. He hasn’t felt the uncontrollable need to protect since the last time he was around his mother, and she was an omega, although not one respected by the toxic pack Jason was born into. She was only ever able to produce a single pup and relegated to the pack’s whore by their alpha. She was on too many drugs for it to be effective on fully grown alphas, but Jason was young and had barely presented, so her manipulative distress drove him to do desperate things to try to keep her happy or safe.
Jason shakes his head, banishing the memory and refocusing on the beta in front of him.
It shouldn't be possible. Dick smells—perfectly neutral, almost the absence of a scent, but there's no mistaking it; he's absolutely putting off distressed omega pheromones. No wonder Jason's alphas fell over themselves in service of this "beta." It's so subtle, Jason would probably never have realized what Dick is doing if not for his own extensive experience with this unique omega ability.
Dick Grayson is an omega.
Seriously. What the fuck is going on?
Did Dick flee the Wilson pack and then hide his designation out of fear? Jason can understand the motivation for leaving, considering the rumors he's heard about Slade Wilson; while omegas are cherished in most packs, their scarcity can commodify them. Dick was comfortable telling Jason where he came from, but balked at revealing his status. He's probably afraid of finding himself in a similar position to the one he just escaped from.
All packs are desperate for omegas. While Dick could realistically have his pick of any pack, first trying to find a place as a beta to feel out his position would benefit him in the long run. Especially because Jason is sure that in the wrong pack, Dick could be used as leverage, or even ransomed back to Wilson instead.
"Let's get you set up in a room, Grayson," Jason says, still stunned that what he and Roy idly wished for not twenty minutes ago has actually come true. An omega wants to join their pack. The best thing they can do to appeal to Dick is treat him kindly. "I'm sure you'd like to get cleaned up before dinner."
"Please," Dick says with a tentative smile, all big blue eyes and a flash of dimples. "Call me Dick."
"Dick," Jason amends, nodding. "We don't stand much on formality here. You can call me Jason."
Still. Jason can't assume Dick's intentions are entirely innocent. Normally he'd call Roy to take over, having done his part in meeting a prospective member of the pack, but Jason needs more time to suss Dick out.
After all, he's lying straight to Jason's face. In hiding his designation, he's still exerting emotional control over the situation. None of the other young alphas in Jason's pack would have any experience with this, and that puts them in some degree of danger. Dick is still completely outnumbered as the lone omega in a pack of alphas and betas, but until Jason knows he's just looking for refuge, he needs more information.
Should he confront him? Outright tell him he's figured it out?
Dick follows him easily enough, through the hall and up the stairs to the guest wing. Dick is exhibiting what Jason would consider the normal signs of "I'm a stranger in a new place" anxiety, but that could be an act, exaggerated behavior Jason would expect to see in a beta seeking refuge.
Hell, the whole story about the Wilson pack could also be a fabrication.
"Hopefully this suits you." Jason selects one of the many identical guest rooms in the compound. He partially blocks the door as he holds it open, forcing Dick to brush past him as he steps inside. The complete lack of scent is fascinating. He's clearly putting off pheromones. What kind of blockers is he wearing?
"It's more than I expected," Dick murmurs, glancing sidelong at Jason through his thick lashes. "You have no idea what a relief it is to feel safe again."
Jason hums noncommittally. "What happened with Wilson? If you don't mind my asking."
Dick goes fully inside the room, and Jason takes the opportunity to follow, closing the door behind them.
Closing them in together, with Jason blocking the exit.
He doesn't miss the brief flash of nervous fear in Dick's eyes before he recovers his blank mask. "I joined when I was young. When I thought that the biggest, baddest alpha would guarantee my safety. But alphas like Wilson... they find their success on the shoulders of all the people below them, which includes his entire pack. There's no sense of family. Nothing like what even a brief glimpse of your pack has already shown me."
Laying it on a little thick, Jason thinks, now that he knows what to look for. Desperation, or deception? "I'm sorry to hear that," he says. "No one should feel unsafe in their own pack."
Dick offers him another one of those shy smiles, and it enhances his natural beauty, drawing Jason's eyes down to his soft, generous mouth. If Dick did come from the Wilson pack, Jason is risking more than he initially anticipated just by harboring him here. There's a decent chance someone would be sent to recover Dick even as a defecting beta, but as an omega?
Jason wouldn’t be surprised if Wilson himself tried to retrieve him.
Worth the risk, potentially. To have an omega in the pack, at the age where he would be a suitable match for Jason, would secure the future of the pack—would guarantee they be taken seriously and given the respect they deserve. It might be a difficult fight, but Jason firmly believes his pack is prepared.
The real question is if Dick is actually willing to entertain Jason as a suitor.
"Thank you, so much. You’re being so welcoming and kind. I feel really lucky," Dick says, lowering his lashes appealingly.
Okay. Yeah. Time to pull the trigger on this charade.
At the very least, Jason can’t allow Dick to wander the compound in close proximity to his alphas, manipulating everyone around him, whether it’s for self-preservation or not.
"Dick, listen," Jason says, keeping his voice level and calm, relaxing his posture. "Please don't be alarmed. I have no intention of harming you, but I do know you’re not a beta. I can tell you’re an omega, and that you’ve been compelling my alphas to protect you by putting out distress pheromones."
Dick goes very still, staring at Jason with a frozen expression. Whatever his story, Jason can tell that Dick is clever; caught in a corner, Dick's face scrunches up, and those bright blue eyes well with fat tears that practically spill over on command. "Oh my god. I’m sorry, alpha—I’m—I'm so sorry! You have to understand, I was just scared! I’m sorry!"
It's genuinely challenging to react with anything other than immediate comfort.
Dick's glossy blue eyes and miserable expression tug directly at Jason's heart, filling him with an intense desire to soothe and protect. The high level of emotional manipulation occurring completely absent of the expected omega scent is almost like cognitive dissonance. Jason is instantly disoriented. The last thing he wants to do is show visible anger, clenching his fists and jaw to center himself, before shaking his head firmly.
"Dick," Jason says through gritted teeth. He keeps still, maintaining non-threatening body language when he can relax his hands. "Please stop. You don't need to ply me with crocodile tears."
It's truly fascinating to witness Dick slowly turn off the waterworks, his crumpled expression smoothing into wary tension, even as he sniffles, the tip of his nose pink, and a fat tear rolls down his cheek.
Jason has no doubt he's actually distressed, but it also feels like he's pulling away layers to find the fearful honesty beneath. Manipulative distress is an evolutionary defense mechanism. Omegas don't always realize they're even exaggerating the intensity.
"I don't know what you want from me," Dick says quietly, voice tight. Eyes wide, posture tense. He is visibly frightened even without the tears. "It—it usually works. I didn't mean to—"
"You did," Jason interrupts. "But I get it. You must have had to act a lot, in a pack like Wilson's. To ensure your safety. You wanted me to protect you, so you amplified your emotions. Don't do it again. Not to me, and especially not to any of my alphas."
"Yessir," Dick whispers, shoulders hunching. "I'm sorry. Really."
Jason lets out a breath, watching as Dick unconsciously mirrors it, the tension seeping out of his own shoulders. "You've put me in an interesting position. This pack doesn't have an omega. But you lied to me, twice. You used a coveted designation against members of my pack."
"I had to," Dick says. There’s a plaintive note of despair in his voice that rings true, but Jason doesn’t sense any emotional manipulation alongside it. "You might think you understand what my life was like in Wilson’s pack, but I promise you have no real concept of scale. They don’t treasure or honor or even care for their omegas. They use them until they’re no longer useful. I don’t want to go back. I can't go back."
Jason considers this carefully. He really wants to help Dick. No doubt some of that urgency is still influenced by the lingering effects of his pheromones, but even before Dick came along, Jason wanted an omega. He won’t lie to Dick about that. "You must realize you couldn’t hide your designation forever."
Dick ducks his head, breaking eye contact. "I know. I wanted to be sure you were as good as everyone says you are. But I can already see it’s probably true. Any other alpha would be handling this very differently."
Jason sighs. "I’m afraid I can’t afford to be that different. You’re the only omega we’re likely to see for a very long time, and I can’t pass up the opportunity. I won’t force you, Dick, but I can’t let you stay with us as an unbonded omega for long. It would cause too much chaos. You understand that, right?"
Dick still looks nervous, but he nods slowly. "I get it. I mean…it is why I tried to hide what I was when I came here."
"Speaking of hiding, how are you doing that? Your scent is incredibly neutral, almost like a void, but the pheromones are distinct." Jason gestures at his throat. "I assume some sort of blocker?"
The question sparks another flash of emotion Jason can’t quite parse, but then Dick huffs and tugs down the collar of his shirt. The blockers he peels away are barely visible. "It’s some kind of tech that I think Slade stole. I don't know where he got it, but it's the only reason I had a chance to run at all. I got lucky."
Oh, great.
Not only is Jason sheltering a coveted and vulnerable pack omega, but that omega also liberated some very expensive technology from his dangerous alpha. Two very big reasons Wilson will likely retaliate, should he manage to hunt Dick down.
As he's mulling that over, Dick's natural scent finally hits his nose, and Jason has to work extremely hard not to take a deep, obvious breath.
He inhales slowly instead, and swallows the frankly humiliating flood of saliva that fills his mouth.
If Jason thought Dick's appeal ended with his looks, he was very wrong. His scent is sweet, but not overpowering, almost delicate, with hints of vanilla and caramel; he smells like Jason just walked into a high-end bakery. Jason's limited experience made him assume all omegas smelled floral, to balance out the common earthy scents that many alphas carry, but Jason, who has been told he smells like coffee and cinnamon, is stunned by how well their scents seem to complement each other.
"Sorry," Dick says, his eyebrows furrowing. "I shouldn't have taken them off." He reapplies the blockers, and while Jason's hindbrain wants to reassure Dick it's okay to leave them off, the rest of him knows it's a terrible idea. He's just eager to gulp down more of that delectable scent, and he really shouldn't.
Not yet, anyway. If Dick decides to bond with him, he'll wallow in his scent then.
"That's okay," says Jason. "I'm fine. But you need to keep them on until you make your decision."
"But I did," says Dick, glancing warily at Jason. "I picked... I picked you."
Jason shakes his head. "Not on the spot. Not like this. Take some time to think it over. It's a big, life-changing decision. Take a shower, eat. You'll be confined to this room, but I hope you understand I can't let you move around freely. I'll send a beta to bring you your meal, and I'll come back tonight to talk. If you think you can't commit to bonding with me, then Roy and I will escort you out of our pack's territory, and help you find somewhere else to settle."
"I'm not going to leave," Dick says firmly, but there's still something very wide-eyed about him, a clinging sense of anxiety that tells Jason he needs time alone to think. It's making it hard to pin down Dick's age. Omegas tend to be pretty baby-faced, and Dick is no exception. He could be around Jason's age, but he also has the nagging sense Dick is likely older, even if his features don't show it. "But I appreciate your hospitality."
"I'll post a guard outside your door in case you need anything," Jason says. "You're not a prisoner. Try to relax. You're safe here."
oOo
Jason gets Artemis to stand guard, and then tracks down his alphas, finding them conveniently gathered in the lounge gossiping about the new beta.
"So," Conner says eagerly, grinning when he spots Jason. "We’re keeping him right?"
Jason pointedly does not roll his eyes. "That really depends on him. By the way, he's off limits. Nobody is to disturb him or interact with him in any capacity."
"What? Why?" Wally says with clear dismay. "I wanted to see ‘the most beautiful beta alive’."
Jason can't tell them that Dick is an omega. Not until Dick confirms his decision tonight, whatever that may be. Getting their hopes up, or worse, triggering a conflict if he does need to escort Dick out of their territory will just cause trouble. "Because your pack alpha said so, that’s why. He needs space. He’s got a big decision to make. If I catch any of you chucklefucks sniffing around his room, I’m knocking heads together, got it?"
Despite the expected grumbling, none of his alphas actually challenge his decree. Jason trusts this group to obey him, for the most part, but putting a no-nonsense beta like Artemis on guard guarantees he'll hear about it if any of them get cute about sneaking around trying to catch a glimpse of their guest.
Roy is the only one that hasn't said anything or made a fuss, quietly observing the rest of the pack as they bicker and joke around, and when their eyes meet, Jason beckons him over. "Roy, follow me to my office. I want to review the schedule rotations."
"Sure thing, boss."
As soon as the door shuts firmly behind them, Roy plops down on the extra chair. "Alright, what’s up? You’ve been acting weird since you left to walk him to his room. Something wrong with the new guy?"
Jason shakes his head, then pauses and shrugs. "Guess that depends on your perspective. He’s a fucking omega, Roy. He's not a beta at all."
Roy sits up in his chair. "Bullshit."
Jason laughs humorlessly. "No shit, swear to god. Had you all dancing to his tune, too. When I got him alone, he cracked. He's wearing some impressive blockers that hide his scent without suppressing his pheromones. He was cranking out distressed omega and we were all eating it up. I only realized it because…well, let’s just say I’ve got personal experience with omegas who have overused that ability."
Roy's eyes are very wide. "Who the fuck is this guy?"
"Says his name is Dick Grayson. His sob story was lacking in details, but he’s an omega from the Wilson pack, and when he bounced, he absconded with some fancy tech he looted from Wilson's stash, source unknown, or so he says. He was hoping to get shelter here, and make sure we were safe before he revealed his designation." Jason rubs the back of his neck, plopping down in his own desk chair. "I can’t say I blame him really, but obviously I can't have him running around manipulating everyone, so he’s confined to his room."
"Jason, this is—we were just talking about this. This is huge. Are you going to—"
"Maybe," Jason admits. "I told him I’d give him the day to think it over, make sure this is really what he wants. Otherwise, you and I will escort him off the territory and get him somewhere else relatively safe."
Roy lets out a slow breath. "Well, he already came to us. Bet you a hundred bucks he decides to stay."
Jason snorts. "Coming to us for help disguised as a beta isn't the same thing as being an omega in need of a pack. He can either stay and be bonded to me, or leave. It's not much of a choice, Roy. If he tried to escape a bad situation in Wilson's pack, then he might have been trying to avoid being forcibly bonded to one of Wilson's alphas, or even Wilson himself. Now he's in another tight spot where he has to decide to bond with a pack alpha he's only heard about."
"I guess," says Roy. "Man, no wonder he's so—so—"
"Yeah," says Jason. "The 'most beautiful beta alive' is an omega, and suddenly it all makes sense. He's dangerous, you know? With that blocking tech, he could've had us eating out of the palm of his hand. But once I pushed, he shattered. The desperation was real. Whatever happened to him in his old pack left a scar. Fear is the best motivator."
"Well," says Roy, a grin spreading over his face, "If you're going to see him tonight, I guess I should make sure nobody disturbs you."
"Don't be gross," snaps Jason, making a face. "This isn't a joke. I don't exactly like that I'm even offering an ultimatum like this. But he can't stick around if he's unbonded. My leadership is still too new. The last thing I need is a bunch of my younger alphas deciding they'd actually like to challenge me for him. It would undo months of work."
"You made the right call, boss." Roy reaches out to squeeze Jason's shoulder. "Don't worry so much. Things have a way of working themselves out."
oOo
And, honestly, they do.
Roy's confidence does little to buoy Jason's hesitation, but when he returns to Dick's room in the late evening, Dick welcomes him with a smile that doesn't seem forced.
This time, Jason does lock the door behind him as he comes inside. "If you need more time," Jason says, "I can arrange that. But I wanted to check in."
"I made my decision," says Dick, perching on the edge of the bed, his expression calm and open. "It's the same decision I made hours ago. I pick you, Jason. I pick this pack."
Jason lets out a slow breath. Maybe he's the one that needs more time. The last thing he expected when he woke up this morning was to be claiming an omega this same day. "Then it's best we bond tonight. My priority is my pack, and maintaining stability. I can't afford to risk drawing this out."
"I understand, Jason," Dick says. "This isn't coercion. I'm willing."
For a moment, they just stare at each other. This feels too much like a business deal. Are they supposed to just undress and get into bed? Jason's never actually been with an omega before.
"Why don't you sit on the couch," Jason suggests. "I'll get us something to drink."
Dick's smile turns wry. "You don't have to woo me, you know."
Jason's cheeks flush with heat, and he knows from experience that it makes his freckles stand out. He's out of his depth. "Maybe, but I’d like this to work out long term, Dick. For you not to regret this."
Dick huffs. "You know, I’m not that young. You don’t have to worry that I don’t understand what I’m getting into."
Jason tips his head to the side, looking him over. "This might be rude to ask, but how old are you?"
For the first time, Dick laughs, and it sounds genuine. Jason hopes he gets to hear it again, especially when it’s accompanied by that bright smile. "I’m 28. Old enough, see?"
Jason nods. That tracks, honestly. Dick seems mature and settled, well-versed in the way the world works and resigned to making the most of that. "Then you’re definitely old enough for a drink. I’ll be right back."
He lets himself out of Dick's room to visit the pantry, and when he returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses, he dismisses Artemis for the night. She gives him a curious look, eyebrow raised, and Jason can see her trying to hide a smirk.
The entire pack is going to know about this within the hour, but at least no one will be listening at the door.
Probably.
With a sigh, Jason slips inside and locks the door behind him. While he was gone, Dick removed his blockers. He’s waiting cross-legged on the couch, lit by the soft table lamps flanking him, and his scent has already permeated the room. Jason's mouth instantly waters.
"I hope you don’t mind that I took them off," Dick says, sitting up and widening his eyes. "I figured if we're going to bond… Unless you don’t like my scent? I know it’s not exactly—traditional." Jason catches the self-conscious twist to Dick's lips and wonders what idiot ever complained about Dick’s perfect bakery scent.
He shakes his head, struggling to get ahold of himself. "No, it’s—that’s fine. I like it."
A little bit of tension leaks out of Dick's shoulders. He smiles, appealingly shy, and nods. "I like yours too."
Jason's still loitering like a fool in the doorway, bottle in one hand, the stems of the wine glasses tucked between the fingers of the other. He kickstarts himself back to life, joining Dick on the couch, and then sets out the glasses. Dick watches him steadily as Jason pours out two modest measures of red wine.
Setting down the bottle, Jason picks up both glasses and hands one to Dick.
"Cheers," says Dick, tipping it back in Jason's direction. "To new beginnings."
Jason accepts the toast, gently clinking their glasses together. "To new beginnings."
Wine tends to go to Jason's head; combined with Dick's heady, intoxicating scent, he manages to relax into the couch, not as bogged down with how awkward this feels. "This is not what I thought would happen today. This morning the only thing I was worried about was the budget," Jason says ruefully.
Dick snorts out an inelegant laugh, evidently caught by surprise, and Jason glances at him to see that he's wiping a bit of wine from his stained lips.
"You didn't pencil 'give refuge to a runaway omega' into your daily planner?" Dick asks playfully. Every time he smiles, his cheeks dimple, and it's driving Jason wild. He can practically feel the tension building between them the longer they sit closely together, their scents mingling and strengthening. Another evolutionary defense mechanism, he notes distantly. Omegas, in their scarcity, are protected by sheer virtue of their unique physiology and chemical makeup: sit one close to an alpha for long enough, and the chemistry just creates itself.
It doesn't seem fair to them. To be so resigned to a fate serving alphas they can't help but be aroused by, with no guarantee of actual compatibility. Is that what Dick experienced with the Wilson pack?
Draining his glass for the second time, Jason turns fully towards Dick, drawing one leg up on the cushion and extending his arm over the back of the couch. Not touching Dick's shoulders, but running parallel to them. "It's not too late," he says quietly, leaning in. Dick mirrors his position, a bit of pink in his cheeks from the wine.
"For what?" Dick says, matching Jason's tone.
"You don't have to do this. I don't want you to feel like I'm your only option," Jason says earnestly.
Another one of those attractive smiles spreads across Dick's face. He slides closer, their knees touching, sending a spark of something hot up Jason's spine. Arousal burns low in his gut. He swallows hard, determined to let Dick make the first move.
"Even if I had unlimited options," Dick says, setting a hand on Jason's thigh. "I think I would still pick you."
Jason exhales shakily. He gently touches the back of Dick's hand, and suddenly he's got a lapful of warm, trembling omega, Dick into Jason's open embrace. Jason reacts purely on instinct, catching him to support his weight, and when their lips meet, another spark of something incandescent lights Jason up from the inside. He tightens his grip on Dick's hip, cradling the back of his skull with his other hand as Dick's gasps against Jason's lips. With a shuddering moan, Jason swipes his tongue into Dick's slick mouth, every single one of his instincts dialing right up to 11.
Dick responds in kind, his scent thickening, becoming honeyed and complex, and Jason could happily drown in it. He hitches Dick closer, encouraging him to slot his knees on either side of Jason’s hips while he keeps their kissing deep and steady.
Dick makes sweet noises, clinging with both hands to Jason’s shoulders as he gently rolls his perfect ass into Jason's lap. It drags their bodies together, Jason’s erection throbbing with heat and friction he can feel right through their clothing.
They make out for ages, until Jason lets slip a reflexive growl, and Dick’s answering shiver almost has Jason trying to rip his leggings off.
He breaks the kiss, both of them panting heavily. "I want—I don’t want to bond with you in a guest bed," he blurts, the realization hitting him like a freight train. The discomfort makes his brain itch. "I want you in my bed, surrounded by my scent."
Dick’s blinks at him with blown pupils and languidly licks his kiss-swollen lips. Another tremor ripples through his body. "Yes, yeah, you should—if that’s what you want, you should take me there, please."
Jason's already moving before Dick even finishes talking, getting to his feet and scooping Dick up into his arms. He doesn't want to interrupt the flow, but he might just die if he can't press Dick down into his bed. Jason's arms are full, so Dick grabs the door, and then Jason carries him through the compound with single-minded determination.
It's late, the halls largely deserted, but they do still pass a couple members of Jason’s pack. Jason ignores them as Dick hides his face against Jason’s shoulder. If someone gets in his way now, Jason might just rip out their throat. He wouldn't call himself feral, exactly, but his omega (his!) isn’t bonded to him yet and his hormones are all fucked up about it.
Blessedly, the few stragglers steer clear.
Jason kicks open the double doors to his suite the moment his biometric proximity scanners unlock in response to his presence.
Then they're finally standing in Jason's room, surrounded by the comfort of his own den, and Jason can spread Dick out on the bed to be devoured like the true treat he is.
Dick makes a soft appreciative sound, stretching out on the covers and turning his head to take in a lungful of Jason's scent. Standing at the end of the bed, Jason strips off his shirt and pants, staring at Dick's heavy-lidded expression. He makes a devastating sight, Jason overwhelmed with the knowledge that the omega he’s about to claim is enjoying his scent—is actively mingling their scents together by rubbing his perfect jaw against the pillow.
"You smell so good," Dick moans.
Jason’s eyelids flutter, arousal blooming in the base of his belly. He reflexively curls his hands into fists, trying to manage the instinctual crush of waves threatening to pull him under. Dick’s pheromones are in full effect now, but the intensity makes it impossible to hold onto reason. Instead, it feels like Dick must belong to him, was created and put on this earth just for Jason.
He crawls onto the bed, a growl resonating in his chest. He rolls Dick onto his back and peels off his leggings and the pair of black panties underneath. Then he reverently spreads Dick’s legs and buries his face in his flushed, glistening pussy, rich with Dick’s concentrated scent.
Dick gasps, his entire body twitching. His fingers curl into Jason's hair, thigh muscles flexing as he tries to draw his knees up around Jason's head.
He must be sensitive, or shy, and Jason pushes back, holding Dick's legs open as he drags his tongue through Dick's slick folds.
"Oh, my god," Dick chokes, tensing with another full-body shudder, although his knees have fallen open, and he doesn't keep trying to clamp his thighs shut around Jason's ears. Jason groans, the taste of Dick's slick cunt exploding across his tongue. He licks his way up to swirl over Dick's clit, peering at Dick through heavy eyelids. Dick stutters out a moan, hips jerking, his eyes wide with shock as he gasps and shudders. "W-what are you doing?"
"Tasting you," Jason slurs. He's drunk on the magnitude of what's happening here, as Dick's scent and taste and pheromones permeate Jason's very being, taking over all five of his senses. Dick tastes sweet and heady, just like his scent; warm and slick and trembling, and each desperate, surprised little sound he makes in response to Jason sloppily devouring his cunt ignites Jason's motivation to keep going until Dick is just as overwhelmed and overstimulated as he is.
"Ah!" cries Dick, stomach muscles tensing. Jason spreads a hand over Dick's abdomen, pinning him down, and tucks his thumb against the swollen nub of Dick's clit. "Oh, fuck, god, please—"
Jason rumbles out another growl, wet mouth closing over Dick's flushed pussy, and then he plunges his tongue inside him, ripping a hoarse shriek from Dick's lungs. Dick tosses his head back, writhing under him, grip tightening harshly in Jason's hair. Jason doesn't care. The sharp lances of pain in his scalp just stoke his own arousal, lazily rubbing his erection against Dick's leg.
"Jason!" Dick sobs, hips arching up off the bed as he tries in vain to hump Jason's face. Jason holds him down and works his tongue inside him, thumb gliding through the slick building between his folds to circle his clit, applying careful pressure until Dick is incoherent, chest heaving as his body seizes up and orgasm cascades through him.
One orgasm doesn't mean Jason's done, even as Dick gasps out hurt sounds, face flushed a deep red. He's grinding against Jason's tongue, rolling his hips in a stuttering rhythm.
No, he's nowhere close to done.
Jason commits, his face a mess of slick and saliva, working Dick through the aftershocks until Dick whimpers, body collapsing back into the mattress, and his grip on Jason's hair becomes urgent, trying to tug him off Dick's pussy.
Only then does Jason lift his head, licking languidly at his raw, swollen lips.
Dick's eyes are wide, slack lips parted on the ghost of a moan as he stares down at Jason in dazed shock.
Jason is flooded with smug alpha satisfaction, pride that he did that, he took his omega apart and made him feel good. He crawls up Dick's trembling body like a predator stalking his prey, eyes hooded as he leans down to drag his messy face against Dick’s tummy, his chest, nipping at a peaked nipple, all while Dick whines and clutches at his shoulders.
"Oh god, what—what are you doing?" Dick repeats helplessly, but it sounds less specific and more abstract, as if Dick can't come to terms with Jason’s general existence.
Jason rumbles, torn between discontent—Dick deserves nothing but alpha worship—and continued pride in being the only one to give his omega something he’s never experienced. "I’m treating you proper, pretty bird," Jason drawls. "You’re my omega now, and I take care of what’s mine."
Dick whines, hitching his legs up around Jason’s hips, tugging on his hair to draw him close for more kisses, which Jason happily supplies. He's discovering that Dick is a contradictory mix of confidence and needy desperation, experience and naive wonder.
It’s driving all of Jason’s instincts wild, amplifying them to the levels required to deeply satisfy the beautiful, desirable omega that's fled to Jason from a large, successful pack.
"Jason," Dick gasps. "Please, I—I want you, alpha. Take me, make me yours."
Jason’s brain is officially scrambled.
He fists Dick’s thick hair, tipping his head to the side to expose his unblemished throat. He drags his nose up the stretch of smooth skin, huffing warm breath across his scent gland, voice low and husky in Dick’s ear. "You want my knot, Dickie? You want me to breed your perfect little cunt?"
Dick—for just a brief, blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment—stiffens, but it melts away too fast for Jason to hold onto it in his current state. "Yes!" he says, voice breathy. "Please, I—I need your knot. Jason, don’t tease."
"Good boy," Jason soothes, pressing a kiss to Dick’s scent gland.
Humming lazily, Jason rolls his hips, grinding his hard cock against Dick's thigh. Dick folds up so neatly beneath him, absurdly flexible as he hooks his legs around Jason's waist. Jason can't resist feeling him up, palming Dick's ass in his hand, giving it a hearty squeeze as he hitches him up a little higher.
"God," Dick mutters, eyelids fluttering. He slings both arms around Jason's neck, his flush creeping down to stain his chest. "You're unreal."
Jason rumbles contentedly, nosing his way into the space behind Dick's ear, breathing hotly against Dick's soft skin. He can feel the heat radiating from between Dick's legs as he presses in, nudging his throbbing cock against his wet cunt.
Dick's breath hitches, a whine building in his chest. "Jason, please."
"Baby," Jason croons, mouthing at Dick's scent gland, sucking and licking as Dick squirms. "Baby, pretty bird, it's okay. I've got you. I've got what you need right here. I'll take care of you." He thrusts gently, the blunt head of his cock pressing between Dick's folds, not quite inside, and Dick sobs faintly. "Shhh," Jason soothes, angling his hips deeper, sliding into the tight, welcoming heat of Dick's body.
Dick gasps, a shudder rippling through him and straight into Jason. Jason grunts, burying his face in Dick's shoulder, and starts to move, heat prickling all over his body as he fucks into the tight, hot, perfect clutch of Dick's cunt.
With a bitten-off shout, Dick grinds down and takes Jason deep. His body produces a fresh wave of slick, and Jason's mouth waters as Dick's scent blooms with arousal.
"Dickie," Jason says, grazing his teeth over the elegant column of Dick's throat. "You feel so good, baby. Perfect. You're perfect. Perfect boy, perfect omega, perfect little cunt... Taking me so well."
Dick lets out a sob that's bordering on true distress, but his scent remains sweet, nothing sour or bitter, and he's so wet, the sounds of Jason fucking him are loud and obscene. Jason still slows down, kissing his way up to Dick's mouth. "What was that, baby? You okay?"
Despite a plaintive whimper, Dick nods, thick lashes clumped with sweat or tears or both. "S'good," he slurs, biting his bottom lip.
"Yeah? You like it? You like being mine? My good, perfect omega, such a good boy," Jason croons, riding high on endorphins. He eases back into firmer thrusts, enjoying the flush spreading across Dick's golden skin.
"Yes," Dick gasps, like he's admitting a secret. "I—I want to be yours, please, please, don't take it back, don't—"
Jason growls, possessiveness increasing with exponential growth, filling him up, expanding his lungs. It dominates his brain, the need to take and claim and keep almost unbearable. "I wouldn't, I'm never letting you go, pretty bird. You're mine, gonna take such good care of you, gonna make you so happy—"
"Then bite me!" Dick cries. "Alpha—Jason—please, just claim me."
Jason's canines throb as they lengthen, sharp enough to prick his own lip. With a rumbling snarl, he buries his cock in Dick's dripping cunt, simultaneously blowing his knot and sinking his teeth into Dick's scent gland. His orgasm cascades through Jason's singing body as Dick's pussy clamps down around his knot, squeezing so tightly Jason's eyes roll back in his skull.
The bond snaps into place.
Dick shudders in Jason's arms, cunt milking Jason's knot as he grinds his hips in needy, shallow thrusts until they're both sated, panting raggedly in the quiet room. The possessive urge to claim fades to a dull ache, and Jason eases his teeth out of Dick's delicate throat.
"Shhh," Jason murmurs, laving the shallow wounds with his tongue. Pressed against Jason's chest, Jason can feel Dick's heart racing. "Shhh, baby, it's okay. It's okay."
"Jason," Dick whispers, voice hoarse. He blinks, tears spilling over to track down his flushed cheeks. His scent has blossomed, and there is no distress layered within it, just deep satisfaction and pleasure, characteristic of an omega that feels safe and secure.
And Jason made him feel that way. Jason gave him what he wanted. Jason is responsible for his omega's well-being.
"Gonna take such good care of you," Jason mumbles. "Keep you forever. All mine, huh, Dickie? Such a good boy for me." A flutter of muscle, tensing up and then relaxing around Jason's knot has Jason almost purring with pride. "Who in their right mind wouldn't treat you right, who would ever let you go? A perfect omega like you?"
Dick chokes on a sound like a strangled sob. Distress sours his scent, and he hides his face in Jason's shoulder. Suddenly he's trembling.
"Don't cry," Jason soothes, kissing him. "It's okay, baby, I know, you're safe. You never have to go back there, okay? I'll protect you. I'll tear Slade Wilson's throat out with my teeth if it means protecting you."
"I know," Dick whispers, clinging tightly to Jason.
"It's going to be different," Jason says. "It's different now, okay? I've got you."
"I'm safe now," Dick says quietly, almost too soft for Jason to hear. "I'm safe now. I'm safe."