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When Tyme connects the scent to the name, his first reaction is fury - but before that, his reaction is something else entirely. 

He’s finishing a call when it first catches his attention, immediately drawing his focus even though he should be paying more attention to his conversation. If not the call, then there are plenty of other things that need his attention - his patients, what he can expect for the rest of the day. Instead he’s abruptly distracted, gaze immediately snapping to the left as he follows the scent trail to the man leaving it in his wake. 

There’s an overlay of expensive cologne that instinctively turns him off, but Tyme can ignore that when the scent drifting just beneath it is so tempting, if faintly familiar. It’s sweet and sexy in the usual way that screams ‘omega’ to anyone that might pass by, but there’s something more to it, too - something sultry but a little sassy, an utterly enticing combination that has Tyme’s mouth actually watering a little in spite of his effort to control it. It’s been awhile since he’s had an instance like this, where someone else’s scent almost immediately has him distracted and his mind going to sex, and Tyme’s torn between being annoyed and simply enjoying it and just how intoxicating it is. 

In the end curiosity wins out - he listens in on the other man’s conversation, not even properly focusing on the chart that he’s supposed to be signing off on. While he waits he can’t help glancing over to let his gaze drift down over the boy’s body, taking in everything about him. He’s dressed head to toe in expensive clothes that make Tyme want to roll his eyes, but in spite of being instinctively turned off by the display of wealth, he’s more interested in the hints he’s getting of what’s beneath them - smooth, light golden skin and a lean form, but with a hint of muscle that’s definitely intriguing. 

All of that’s forgotten in the instant that Tyme hears the man give his name, though. Appreciation and arousal drop away and are replaced by irritation and then anger, followed by an icy chill that seeps in and leaves him cold as he watches the man. 

It’s been years since he’s seen Great, but Tyme doesn’t let himself think about the childhood they shared together. That’s a past long since forgotten, a past that’s meaningless compared to everything that’s come since. 

His first thought is to wonder what Great is doing here , at his hospital. Isn’t that considered slumming it, for someone like him? It seems strange that he’s even picking up the medicine himself, when Tyme has no doubt that Great or his family could send someone to do it for them. The rules don’t apply to the wealthy, after all. Not here, not anywhere. He’s seen it play out more than once over the years, not just with his family but with others, too. 

The thought sends a cold ripple of anger through him, and he has to work to keep it under control as Great bumps into him, sending the chart he was working on flying. He’s unsurprised by the look that he gets, and that just solidifies the ice forming in his chest as a plan abruptly comes to mind. 

It’s not a nice plan and quite possibly isn’t a plan that he should be following through on - but that’s not enough to stop him as he makes his way out of the hospital and covertly surveils the other man, watching as he slides into a car and then drives off. It’s not his proudest moment when he uses his access to look up Great’s address or when he drives to the other man’s building to wait for him to come out, but Tyme ignores all of that, set on the goal he has in mind. 

An opportunity has fallen into his lap, he’s not going to let it slip past. 

He’s taking a chance, admittedly. One based on the brief moment where their gazes had connected, along with the fact that whether stereotypical or not, he can’t imagine any straight man wearing the shirt that Great had been wearing. 

The thought makes him smirk as he pulls into the parking lot outside the bar he’s followed Great through. Once the engine is off he sits there and takes in the silence, staring out through the windshield as he assesses what he’s about to do. It’s not going to be one of his finer moments, but beneath the momentary twinge of guilt he mostly just feels simple icy determination. This is a chance to get at the people who are responsible for what happened to his parents, and he won’t - can’t - let that slide by. Not now, and not ever. 

The bar has that familiar dark, tempting atmosphere as he steps inside. Scents wash over him in a wave - alcohol, sweat, layers of perfume and pheromones both fresh and old - but even if his gaze hadn’t almost immediately fallen on his target, he thinks he would have been able to pick out the brightness of his scent anyway. He’s not sure how it manages to be so strong when there are other people around, but he still follows it anyway, inhaling deeply to let it settle into his senses as he approaches the bar. He’s come here with one thing in mind, and he intends to accomplish it. 

“Careful bumping into anyone else with all that drinking.” 

As pick up lines go, it’s not precisely impressive. 

Tyme allows himself a brief moment of irritation, but only a moment, because Great is turning his head to look at him. This time their gazes properly meet - connect - and then Tyme has to hold back the desire to smirk as he watches Great’s gaze sweep down over the length of his body and back up again. 

It’s nice to know that his instincts weren’t completely off base. 

The desire to smirk fades a bit when Great looks away again, but Tyme doesn’t let the realization deter him. Instead he considers briefly and then speaks again, keeping his voice smooth. 

“I’m the doctor you bumped into at the hospital.” 

The words pay off - he sees Great pause before those full lips curve into a bit of a smirk. Impudent, for an omega - but Tyme’s being obvious on purpose, so he’s just pleased that Great’s responding to the bait. 

“You followed me?” Great asks. 

Tyme considers saying yes, but then decides against it. The little dance that they’re engaging in is a tricky one - and something tells him that Great will find it more boring than appealing if he says yes, if he makes it that obvious right away. 

“Nope,” he replies casually. “I was coming here anyway.” 

There’s another pause, and he lets the silence settle in and linger, nurturing the faint tension that’s starting to crackle between them. He could be fooling himself, but he thinks that the faint hints of Great’s scent that are coming to him are just a tiny bit sweeter, now, laced with subtle interest. 

It’s not much, but it gives him something to work with. 

“Can I sit next to you?” he asks casually. 

Another brief pause - and then he’s rewarded when Great turns his head and nods. He slides into the chair next to him easily, and suppresses his satisfaction when he sees a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye - Great, turning his head to watch him. 

He waits a moment or so and then turns his head to catch Great’s eyes. It’s hard to read his expression, but he still feels a hint of satisfaction when Great is the one to break it first and look away. 

“I’m Tyme.” 

He sees Great take in what he’s just said and consider it briefly, and feels a hint of triumph when he speaks again. “Great.” 

“Do you come here often?” 

He can’t really blame Great for pausing before answering - as far as pick-up lines are concerned, he’s not exactly coming up with anything amazing. Right now all he wants is an opening, though, and so he keeps his expression calm when he sees Great briefly glance at him. 

“Pretty often.” 

Now the question is how to build on that and keep the conversation going. 

“This is my first time. What’s good here?” 

He’s thinking that a drink recommendation will give him something to build off of, but that’s forgotten when Great pauses, considers, and then slides his glass over to him. 

“Liquor.” 

Tyme doesn’t really pay attention to the word - he’s more focused on what Great’s just done. If he’d been looking for an indication his interest is being returned, this is it - if anything it’s a blatant invitation. 

He keeps his movements slow and measured as he takes the glass, lifts it. He can’t help the way his thoughts wander a little to dwell on the fact that Great’s hand has just been on this - his lips, his tongue. It’s just instinct that guides him next as he carefully turns the glass, searching until he finds the faint imprint that Great’s lips have left behind. 

He takes a sip and pauses a moment to savour it - the burn of the liquor as it goes down, but also the thought that Great’s lips have been there only a moment before. It feels right, even if he knows that’s slightly ridiculous. He wants Great to realize that Tyme’s lips have been where his were, when he takes the glass back. 

He inhales subtly just to see if there’s any trace of the other man’s scent - there isn’t, which doesn’t surprise him, but he can feel Great’s gaze on him and knows that the other man is watching and taking in everything he’s doing - and then lowers the glass down to the bar with lazy deliberation. 

He pauses as he thinks about what he’s about to do, and then turns his head to look at Great. 

“I think there’s something else more interesting,” he states softly. 

Great turns his head, and Tyme can see the amusement in the other man’s expression - but he’s pretty sure that there’s a hint of interest lurking just beneath the smirk. 

“What?” 

It’s the answer he’s been waiting for, and Tyme’s lips curve a bit as he waits a beat or two. 

Then he slides his hand across, every movement calculated as he nudges the glass closer to the other man - and then waits. 

The ball’s in Great’s court now, it’s up to him to decide whether he wants to play. 

–

As far as pick-up lines go, he needs work. 

In spite of that, though - or maybe even a bit because of it - Great has to admit he’s a bit intrigued. 

He’s used to alphas and their cocky bullshit, the stunts they try to pull because they think that every omega should swoon and fall down at their feet. He doesn't really mind, since he can use it to his advantage - it’s just that it gets a little old after a while. It’s not particularly challenging or interesting when they think that their pheromones can do all the work for them, or that omegas should immediately get wet when an alpha just glances their way. 

Though speaking of that, there’s a surprising amount of power in this alpha’s gaze, even though at first glance Great had thought that he was the soft type. There’s something crackling in the depths of those big dark eyes, and Great ends up holding them as he considers his options, aware of a shiver of heat rippling through him, interest continuing to build from where it’s been kindling ever since he looked over and realized he recognized the alpha beside him.

 He didn’t come to the bar with the intention to pick up tonight - but he’s having a hard time coming up with reasons not to let it happen. He’s had a shit time of it recently, which is putting it mildly - a little sex feels like the reward he deserves, really. Or maybe not a reward, because that’s probably not what he deserves - but something to take his mind off of reality. Something to turn his brain off. 

He meets the alpha’s gaze and lets his lips curve in a slow smirk. 

Why not, after all. A hot alpha who’s been trying to seduce him since the moment he walked through the door - it seems like it’d be stupid to turn him down. 

By the time they’re outside of his place, Great’s adrenaline is pumping. He doesn’t even really remember what they talked about on the way over - and it doesn’t seem to matter, now, not when they’re standing close enough together that he can fully catch the other man’s scent. There’s a faint medicinal overlay to it, but beneath that it’s deep and rich enough to make his head spin a little with the desire to take in as much of it as possible, and Great can’t help inhaling it, goosebumps rising to the surface of his skin in a sudden, dizzying rush while he reaches down between them to press a hand up against the other man’s groin. 

He’s a bit surprised that the other man isn’t hard yet - but Tyme’s still there with him, hips responding a little to the touch, and so he smirks a little before speaking. 

“You’re so drunk, can you do it?” 

Title’s told him more than once that he could get himself in trouble, saying shit like that - Great’s never bothered to point out to him that actually, that’s the point. In general, alphas are more fun if you piss them off a little. When they’re angry they lose control a bit, and that’s far more interesting. 

He sees Tyme’s response almost instantly - the flicker of irritation, followed by a twitch beneath his hand before the other man speaks. “Wanna give it a go?” 

The challenging tone is exactly what Great’s looking for, and he doesn’t hesitate as he pulls the other man in for a kiss. 

Almost immediately his head swims, senses hazing over in spite of the vaguely weird feeling to the kiss. It almost feels like Tyme doesn’t want this or even to kiss him - but he’s still responding, and his lips are warm and firm enough that Great wants to lean into it and let it take over. They came here to fuck, so why is the alpha who hit on him putting off just taking control the way that he’s supposed to? 

There’s something odd about Tyme’s expression when the kiss ends, and Great eyes him, briefly wondering if the two of them are even going to fuck tonight - if he should try and go back to the bar and see if his options are better there. He’s horny, now, he doesn’t want to deal with a moody alpha not in the mood to fuck. 

It lasts only until he feels a hand on his shoulder, though, and he almost laughs as he feels the downward pressure from it. It’s such a stereotypical alpha move that he resists for a moment just to make Tyme work for it, but in the end he lets the pressure win out, his smile deepening as he drops down onto his knees. 

The position alone is enough to make warmth curl low in his stomach, arousal heating up more headily for the first time since he lay eyes on Tyme back at the bar. He still isn’t quite sure what to make of the other man and his attitude, but he ignores that for now as he slides open the zip of the other man’s pants. Almost immediately he has to pause as he becomes even more aware of the deep musk of Tyme’s scent, and he wets his lower lip as he feels a sudden trickle of dampness between his legs. He’s horny, but hadn’t been that horny until just now - but there’s just something a bit intoxicating about the way that this alpha smells, and being down on his knees for him is just making the effect it has on him more powerful. 

Thinking about that just makes the dampness grow, and Great bites down on his inner lip, using the small spark of pain to help him focus as he reaches into Tyme’s pants to draw out his cock. It’s half hard in his hand but rapidly engorging as he gives it an experimental stroke, and he sighs to himself as he feels his mouth water. There’s a reason that Title tells him that he’s a bit of a cock-slut, and he can’t really deny it. Tyme’s cock is warm and heavy and big in his hand, perfectly shaped and starting to glisten at the tip, and all Great can think about is having it inside him, soon. Even when it comes to this asshole alpha, Great will ignore his shit if it means that he gets what he wants. 

He squeezes once more just to feel the way that Tyme’s hips jerk slightly and then leans forward, licking playfully at the fluid at the tip before he takes the length into his mouth. Salt and musk immediately spread across his tongue, and he lets out a quiet groan as he closes his eyes to just enjoy what he’s doing. Tyme’s cock is big enough to strain his lips a little, the weight of it heavy and demanding on his tongue, and he tilts his head back to find the right angle as he lets it slide deep, movements experimental. He’s always enjoyed this, enjoyed the smell, the feel, the taste - but he’s also good at it, and asshole or not, he plans on making that clear to the man standing over him. 

The feeling of a hand on his shoulder comes as a surprise, takes him off guard, and he’s a bit reluctant as he’s tugged back up to his feet. He was busy, he thinks - but his annoyance slips away when Tyme tugs him in and kisses him. It’s a real kiss, this time, full of want and dominance, and Great laughs and then leans into it, lips parting to let the other man’s tongue slide into his mouth demandingly. It’s more intense than he expects, but that just makes him grow wetter, and he shudders when Tyme pulls away from the kiss only to go straight to his neck while tugging at his shirt. This is more along the lines of what he was expecting, and he’s more than happy to go along with it as they hastily strip their clothes off, the air growing heavier with their combined scents as they do so.

They mesh well, Great can’t help noticing, but then gets distracted as Tyme pushes him back towards the pool table. 

That catches his interest right away, but though he spares a brief thought to the need to have it cleaned afterwards - fucking anywhere is messy - he doesn’t object. If he’s honest, it’s the last thing on his mind as he feels Tyme’s hands clamp down at his waist before the other man outright picks him up and puts him down on it. It’s hot as hell, being manhandled like that, and Great’s aware of the sound of his own breathing, the slight shuddering sound on every exhale. It’s just instinct that has him propping himself up with the thought of doing something - he’s not sure what, with the way that his brain is fogging over - but it’s forgotten when Tyme pushes him back down, the casual control in the moment drawing a quiet groan from the back of Great’s throat. 

Then Tyme’s mouth is on him, tracing across his chest, and Great can’t help hissing softly, a shiver rippling down through his body to settle low in his gut. It’s foreplay, of course, but he knows it’s more than that - everywhere Tyme’s mouth went will leave something of his behind, a trace of his scent that will linger for days. Normal, but not usually what he expects from a hook-up, and he groans softly as he feels more slick trickle out of him. 

He can smell himself now, he realizes, the scent of his slick filling the air around them - it means that for Tyme it’ll be even stronger, a thought that’s confirmed when he hears the other man make a low, approving sound just before he feels himself being nudged over onto his stomach. The position alone has Great rutting down against the pool table to get some friction against his cock, arousal burning inside him as it builds into a soft, white-hot glow. Tyme’s moving onto the table as well now, over him, close enough that Great’s aware of the heat of Tyme’s body and the other man’s scent combining with his own, but then Tyme bends and Great’s mind stutters with a mixture of confusion and lust as he feels lips against the back of his neck, light as they graze over his skin.

Tyme’s kissing his neck again. 

It’s the only thing that Great can think about, and he can’t help the quiet sound that escapes. It’s just not done once things get more intense, usually, not when alphas usually don’t want to go anywhere near there for fear of their own instincts. Nobody wants to mate accidentally, after all, even if omegas have ways to stop that from happening. Great has the faint feeling he should be focusing on that more, but he can’t, because it feels good, feels right to have Tyme’s mouth there, lips hot and open as they slide against his neck and send a shudder rippling through his body. 

A whine slips out before he can stop it, and for the first time Great feels himself slipping, instinct taking over as he drops into that place where he just wants to let go and allow the alpha he’s with to take over. It makes him moan, and he tilts his head instinctively to arch into it, need pulsing through him with the desire to feel more of Tyme’s lips, his tongue, his teeth as he feels the heat of the other man’s breath fanning over his skin. 

It feels like it’s all too soon when Tyme slides lower, and Great has to struggle to try and clear his head as he feels the other man work his way down over his back, then on to his ass. Tyme’s mouth is hot and open as it slides over his skin, distracting enough on its own - but then it’s followed by the feeling of teeth sinking in, and Great’s breath catches at the back of his throat before he lets out another quiet sound, body shuddering. Tyme’s so close, he has to be able to smell and see everything, and the thought just has Great wanting to push his hips up into it, body actually wriggling a bit as he feels the desire to lift his ass, to spread his thighs and actually present properly. 

The desire shocks him into stillness, for a moment - because this is a hookup, nothing more, and he’s not going to act like some pathetic omega for a doctor slimy enough to follow him to a bar and hit on him. He turns over to remove the temptation, but somehow that just makes it worse because Tyme just slides up so that they’re face to face, and Great ends up thinking that he really doesn’t even care about how much the pool table cost or if they break it, he’s about ready to let the alpha fuck him right there. 

He swallows, then manages to connect two brain cells together in order to speak. “Let me go and freshen up.” 

Idiot, he immediately thinks. What does that even mean? Hell, for most alphas and omegas the sex is better when they haven’t washed recently. It’s going to make him sound stupid as hell - but Tyme seems to buy it, because he just nods his head. Great catches a glimpse of a bit of an eye-roll as he moves away, but ignores it - some alphas would have reacted a lot worse than that, so he can cope, especially when even he knows it’s a weird, flimsy and stupid excuse.

He curses softly to himself when he gets to the bathroom, and ends up staring at himself in the mirror for a few moments. What is he even doing? He’s half surprised that the alpha hasn’t followed to demand an explanation or to fuck him over the counter, and he has to close his eyes at the jolt of arousal that idea sends through him, his imagination suddenly running wild with thoughts of being pushed down against the cool counter and held there to be fucked. 

It’s just - he doesn’t know what it is, but he feels more wound up than he expected to, practically vibrating with excitement and need. It’s not what he’s experienced before, and he’s not sure that he likes that, likes how eagerly his inner omega seems to be responding to this alpha. 

Is he going to let him leave, though? Great hisses softly with instinctive dislike at the idea - at the thought of losing the opportunity to be with the hot alpha waiting for him outside - and then groans as he briefly leans against the bathroom wall, resting his forehead against it in an effort to cool himself down. He can do this, he just needs to get himself under control. Needs to remember that this is just a quick and dirty fuck for the both of them. 

The alpha isn’t where he left him when he emerges - but he is still there, which makes it easy for Great to ignore the brief question he has about why Tyme’s poking around his apartment. He’s there, and hot, and the air is heavy with the scent of his arousal, and so Great smiles as he comes up and retrieves a packet of lube, just to see the look on Tyme’s face. 

“Ever fucked a beta?” he asked, smirking. “Sometimes they’re squeamish about someone else’s slick.” 

Tyme stares at him without saying anything, and for a moment Great wonders if he’s overstepped. It was actually just the once when one alpha in particular had pissed him off enough that he’d wondered if sex with betas would be better - which wasn’t the case, he’d quickly discovered. If that makes him a typical omega whore, then - well, Great’s okay with that. He accepted that about himself awhile ago. 

Tyme’s still staring at him, but just as Great’s about to say something, he’s caught off guard by the other man moving. Large hands latch onto his waist again and then Tyme’s moving back, sliding onto the bed while he tugs Great with him. The message is crystal clear, but still shocks Great enough that he just stays there for a moment, staring down at Tyme. 

He encountered this exactly one other time - and he’s not sure that counts, because the man had been so drunk that he’d just wanted to lie there while Great fucked himself on his cock. It hadn’t exactly been a night to remember. 

This, though. This is different, because Tyme’s gaze is intent on him and Great can see the heat and lust there. Whatever Tyme’s reason is for wanting him to ride him, it’s not because he can’t do it. Knowing that makes it different - makes Great want to do this, and not just for the experience of having an alpha beneath him for a change. 

He can feel slick trickling down his thigh, now, and he lets instinct take over as he slides onto the bed to straddle the other man, holding his gaze all the while. Tyme’s cock is huge and erect where it’s straining up against his stomach, and Great can feel his insides quiver in anticipation as he looks down at it, mind already racing to what it’s going to feel like inside him, what it’s going to feel like going in. He feels Tyme shudder beneath his touch when he wraps his hand around it, hears him let out a soft grunt as he shifts to find the right angle and has to adjust as the head slips away in a trail of wetness - but best of all is the groan that Tyme lets out when Great repositions himself and then starts sinking down, body opening perfectly as Tyme’s cock stretches and then eases past his rim, pressing him open as it slides deep inside.

It’s what Great’s been looking forward to all night, and instinct has him closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling as he slowly works himself down until he comes to a stop with Tyme all the way inside him, their hips flush together. Tyme’s big, big enough that he can feel his hole contracting a little around the width inside him, fluttering in a way not entirely under his control as his body adjusts, and Great takes some satisfaction when he hears Tyme’s breath catch, feels his body move when Great braces his hands against the other man’s chest so that he can start to ride him. 

His intentions are forgotten only a moment later, though, because suddenly there’s a hand on his chest. It’s big and hot, but gentle, and Great’s startled enough that he opens his eyes and looks down just to make sure that he isn’t just so turned on that he’s imagining it. Tyme’s hand is right there, though, fingers splaying out to trace across his skin as he shivers, and then he watches, mesmerized, as it slowly lifts, rising up until the other man’s fingertips brush against his cheek. Pleasure sparks in response, and Great can’t help the soft sound that escapes him in answer, or the instinct that has him turning into it, into the obvious display of approval from the alpha beneath him. 

Instinct has him mouthing at the other man’s hand, tasting a faint tang of alcohol along with a hint of salt, but Great forgets about that when he looks down and catches Tyme’s gaze again. The other man’s eyes bore into him, making a shiver ripple throughout his whole body, and he feels a strange sort of intense relief when Tyme’s hand slides around to cup the back of his neck, tugging him down into a hot, open kiss. It’s demanding and overwhelming, and Great grinds down instinctively as he returns the kiss, gasping as pleasure shoots through him. He can both hear and feel the way that Tyme groans into his mouth, and Great focuses on that as he lets himself get lost in the rhythm, riding the alpha’s cock with pleasure. Eventually he’ll want something more than this, but for now this is more than enough to lose himself in. 

–

There’s a moment where Tyme seriously reconsiders. 

It comes in the dark of the morning as he’s sitting in front of his computer, far enough along in the process that all it’s going to take is one simple click to have the video uploaded and shared with the world. 

It’s exactly what he’s planned on doing - yet he hesitates, unable to help it as he stares at the screen. 

Stares at the image of Great, eyes closed, lost in pleasure. 

Pleasure Tyme had given him. Pleasure Tyme’s still acutely aware of when he’s still covered in the other man’s scent in spite of his effort to wash as much of it off as possible in the shower. It still lingers, a bright sweetness tinged with musk and sex that keeps throwing Tyme back to what it had been like to watch Great ride him to orgasm. Tyme’s intention had been to keep his focus strictly on business and his end goal in seducing Great in the first place, but there had been a few moments in there where that had been lost. He’d gotten surprisingly caught up in what they were doing, and even now his thoughts keep wanting to wander back to what it had been like. Great somehow managed to be different than any other omega Tyme had been with, more entrancing than he’d anticipated. 

A tingle of heat lights up in his lower stomach from just thinking about it, and for a brief moment Tyme considers the possibility of going back on what he’s planning. He hasn’t uploaded the video yet, after all. 

Then his thoughts drift to his parents, and that’s enough to make Tyme swear softly before he grits his teeth and forces himself to move. 

The quickest instant is all it takes to go past the point of no return, and Tyme exhales slowly as he stares at the new page that’s now loaded, the one that tells him that the video is live, just waiting to be discovered. 

He sits there for a few moments longer before abruptly getting up from the desk to go and pour himself a drink, determinedly blocking out any thoughts of Great as he does so. 

–

When he finds out about the video a few days later, Great isn’t even angry, really. 

At least, not with Tyme, even though he knows he should be. Even though he tries to be. 

Instead he’s mostly just angry with himself for being so stupid. So vulnerable. 

With his father for being more concerned about him being an embarrassment than about what happened to even bring the video into existence. With the world, for being more scandalized by the video’s existence than focused on wondering why Great doesn’t seem aware of the camera. 

And if, when he’s on his own late at night, staring out over the glittering streets of Bangkok from his apartment, his anger circles back on himself for still not being able to get the alpha out of his head - well, that’s no-one’s business but his own. 

–

Tyme’s first inkling that he’s in trouble is when he can’t get the omega out of his head even after the video goes live on the internet. 

It stays in the back of his head even when he has more than enough to worry about outside of that. His grandmother, Great’s family, Nan’s work - all of it presses on him, making him anxious and irritable to the extent that others at work notice it. That just makes it worse, of course - he’s a surgeon, he can’t afford distractions.

But in the moments where he can spare a thought, the moments where his mind wanders - there’s one person he keeps thinking about, one person whose face keeps coming to mind. Hell, not just his face, if he’s honest - it’s the lingering memory of the other man’s scent, his body, the way that he’d sounded and felt when the two of them had fucked, the way Great had slumped down against his chest afterwards, head fitting perfectly into the crook of Tyme’s shoulder. 

It’s distracting - and ridiculous, because Tyme knows that there’s no way that Great will ever have anything to do with him again, now. Not when Tyme fucked him and then put their sex tape on the internet. Which is good, because fucking Great again isn’t something he’d planned on doing - isn’t something he wants to do again, he reminds himself.

So it’d be really nice if his brain would get the memo, rather than fixating on the memory of the other man, on the way that Great had arched beneath him so prettily at the slightest touch to his neck. The way that his eyes had looked when Tyme had touched his cheek, deep and open enough that for a bit Tyme had actually forgotten what he’d come there to do. It had almost seemed as though Great was surprised by that touch, like he wasn’t used to having contact that was… gentle. It had been the briefest instance where Great had seemed soft and vulnerable, and though Tyme hates it, something about that idea is making his instincts run haywire, thoughts circling back to it over and over with the desire to fix it. 

But all of that doesn’t matter, he tells himself. It had been before he’d uploaded that video, before he’d changed everything. There’s nothing he can do about it now, and regretting it makes no sense. That’s what he tells himself over and over, anyway, to the point that he’s sure that the other man’s scent is just a figment of his imagination right up until the moment when he lifts his head and finds himself staring at Great. 

He doesn’t understand what the other man is doing there, and he continues to not understand even as he somehow ends up allowing the omega - the bratty, challenging omega, at that - to coerce him into going to dinner with him. All the way there the only thing he can really think about is the fact that he keeps catching hints of Great’s scent, just as sweet and inviting as he remembers it - and thinks that he can still smell a trace of himself, too, a thought that is doing things to him that he really doesn’t appreciate. There’s a part of him that really, really likes the idea of Great walking around smelling like sex, him, and like sex with him, and he shouldn’t. 

He thinks that retaliation by making Great’s food spicy will help, but it doesn’t. Instead he just finds himself annoyed with the fact that the scent of the food is covering up Great’s, now - and the fact that he’s feeling the first twinges of guilt, too. Now that they’re outside and away from the bar, Great somehow manages to look… innocent, or at least not like someone who deserves the strength of Tyme’s fury. He doesn’t even look as much like the spoiled rich boy that he had the last time, either, just young and determined. 

It makes Tyme grit his teeth, and he struggles and fails to resist the urge to say something until finally the words pop out. 

“You really don’t know?” 

Great’s eyes somehow look even bigger than he remembers when he glances up at him, but the conversation that follows leaves Tyme reeling a bit and not sure what to think. He expects anger, accusations - but instead Great seems… happy? Except something doesn’t ring true, not to Tyme’s eyes and ears, anyway. Something is off about the way that Great sounds, the way that he laughs and acts as though he doesn’t have a care in the world about having a video of them fucking circulating the internet, a video taken without his consent or knowledge.

Then there’s the way that he talks about his father, and that’s where the hint of guilt Tyme’s been feeling coalesces into a sinking feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that gnaws at him. It doesn’t match with what Tyme remembers or what he’s been expecting - but it doesn’t feel like Great is lying. His voice is too brittle, eyes glittering too brightly with what Tyme recognizes as repressed hurt and anger. 

And so for the first time, that makes Tyme have to consider something that he hasn’t really wanted to think about at all, a thought that had only occurred to him after he’d looked up to find Great in front of him, back there in the hospital. 

Maybe Great isn’t who he assumed he was. 

But if he isn’t, then who is he? 

He doesn’t like the answer that seems to come to him, the thought that maybe Great’s just someone else his parents hurt. 

The thought persists through the rest of dinner and into the strange, discomfiting walk that they end up on. He doesn’t know what they’re doing, why they’re here, and in the meantime it feels a bit like he’s developed a sensitivity to Great’s presence. It’s strange, and he doesn’t like it - doesn’t like the way that he keeps catching Great’s scent, or the inexplicable temptation he keeps having to reach out and slide his arm around the other man’s waist and tug him close, to keep him near so nobody else will try to lay their hands on him. Great’s strong and lean, but still smaller than him, and the instinctive, irrational protectiveness Tyme feels only grows when Great squawks and jumps behind him at the sound of a dog barking. 

It’s just like he did as a kid, but Tyme’s more fixated on the present, and the way it feels to have Great pressed up against his back, hands tight on his shoulders. 

He trusts that you can protect him. 

Tyme tries to dismiss the thought almost immediately, but it doesn’t work very well, especially not when Great repeats the action only a few moments later, once again tucking himself behind Tyme’s body for protection. It leaves Tyme battling with himself, a battle that he partly loses as he seizes Great’s hand in his to tug him along - all while trying to ignore the way that Great’s hand seems to fit perfectly in his. 

He’s not even sure what they talk about as they walk, partly because there’s a part of him absolutely preening at the way that Great’s responded, falling into step at his side. He’s letting Tyme lead, and hasn’t pulled away, either, and fuck, there’s something inside Tyme that likes those things far, far too much. He tries not to be a stereotypical alpha, but that only goes so far when it comes to biology - and he’s fighting the feeling that there’s something drawing him to Great whether he wants that to be the case or not. Still, he’s determined to keep trying to resist it, even if he fails in the end. 

The moment to put that to the test comes when Great gives him that little smirk - one that’s actually far too appealing, for Tyme’s tastes - and asks him if he wants to hook up. 

“Didn’t you jerk off before you left the house?”  he counters. 

Almost immediately that puts images in his head, though, and the situation’s not helped when the breeze picks up a little, blowing Great’s scent right to him. It makes it even easier for Tyme to tell that Great really does still smell a bit like sex and him, and he has to grit his teeth in order to focus on Great’s sassy response. 

“Weren’t you dying for me that day?” he asks.

Everything about it - the comment, the way that Great is staring at him with a cocky little expression- screams that he’s waiting for Tyme to put him in his place - that he wants Tyme to react and show him why it’s sometimes a bad idea to be sassy with an alpha. And part of Tyme desperately wants to do just that, especially with the way Great’s movements keep making the chain he’s wearing shift a bit against his neck, highlighting the way it rests perfectly against his collarbone. 

Which is exactly the reason why he needs to never go near Great again. He has things that he needs to accomplish, and he doesn’t want to hurt Great more than he already has. 

“Great, I’m being serious,” he says, and makes sure to meet Great’s eyes as he speaks. “We shouldn’t see each other again.” 

He thinks that he’s prepared for how Great will react - but somehow he isn’t at all, not for the way that Great’s expression shifts, a slightly wounded look coming into his eyes. It makes Tyme feel like absolute shit, like he’s just kicked a puppy - or maybe a kitten would be more apt, for Great. Still, he’s determined to continue on, and is just opening his mouth when he abruptly becomes aware of a light barrelling in their direction. 

He has just enough time to turn his head and grasp what’s happening - the rest is just instinct taking over as he reaches out to seize hold of Great’s arm, ignoring the other man’s exclamation of surprise as he yanks him in tight and out of the way of the motorcycle that whizzes past a moment later. 

The movement makes him stumble back a step or two, and he hears Great swear as he tightens his grip instinctively, still holding on tight. The motorcycle hasn’t even slowed down, let alone stopped, but though Tyme glances in its direction, it’s quickly forgotten as his gaze goes down to Great and he finds the other man staring at him. They’re plastered together so tightly that he can feel the way that the other man’s heart is thudding in his chest, and in the meantime his entire being seems to be focusing on the way Great feels, in his arms with their bodies pressed close together. 

“Great - “ he starts, but then he’s cut off as Great reaches up and tugs him down into a kiss. 

For a split-second the thought goes through his head that this is a very, very bad idea, but then Great nips his lower lip and Tyme forgets all about that. The other man is there in his arms, pressed up against him, and abruptly all Tyme can think about is the warmth of Great’s body and the fact that the other man is all he can taste, feel and smell. Great smells a little of the spicy food they’d been eating, but mostly himself, the same light scent he remembers so clearly from the last time - and the trace of himself that’s still there, somehow mixing perfectly with Great’s, even if it’s faint. 

Far, far too faint. 

Tyme isn’t even aware that he’s growling softly until Great pulls away with a soft laugh, but before Tyme can do more than blink as he tries to gather himself together, Great’s rising up to trace the tip of his tongue along Tyme’s jaw in a hot, wet slide before whispering in his ear. “Still sure we shouldn’t see each other again?” 

And even though he’s being a little shit - even though Tyme knows it’s intended to make him lose control - that still doesn’t stop him from reacting, hands clamping down hard on Great’s waist as he pivots and starts pushing the other man towards the sidewalk. “You really need to learn when to shut your mouth,” he mutters, but he’s not really surprised when he hears Great laugh. 

–

Great’s aware of his heart pounding all the way to Tyme’s place, the surroundings passing in a blur when the two of them are still tangled up together, somehow managing to walk but still hold on to and kiss each other at the same time. It doesn’t take long for him to start feeling that familiar quiver low in his belly, arousal building in a warm coil, and he’s not sure how far they have left to go when he feels the first hint of dampness that tells him he’s slicking up. He can’t remember the last time he was this aroused and spares it a brief thought, but then decides that he actually likes the response, likes the thought that the scent trail will mean that someone walking down that street will be able to tell that the two of them were just there. 

If his clothes are ruined - well, he can always buy more. Or his father’s money can, to be precise. 

Does he really know what he’s doing right now? Probably not, but he’s long since past the point of worrying about that. Tyme’s fucked in the head, that’s clear from the fact that their sex tape is now in hot demand online - but is Great any better, when he still hasn’t been able to get the other man out of his head since that night? Hell, he hadn’t even let the housekeeper change the sheets at first, preferring to keep the evidence that the other man had been there outside of the faint scent that had been left behind to cling to him, fading far faster than he’d liked. 

Of course, he doesn’t need to worry about that anymore, now - he’s covered in Tyme’s scent again now that the two of them are pressed up close to one another, the other man’s hands all over his body. He likes that, but he wants more - he wants marks, wants to smell like Tyme for days so that any alpha walking by will know in an instant. 

He barely has time to register the outside of Tyme’s house, when they get there. A quick glance is all he gets before he’s yanked inside, and then he gasps when suddenly he’s lifted right up off of his feet. Tyme’s hands grip his thighs with enough force that it seems likely that they’ll leave bruises behind, but Great ignores that - even gets off on it a little, especially when a gasp is driven out of him when Tyme shoves him right up against the wall and pins him there, hips grinding in to force his thighs wide apart on either side of Tyme’s body. It sends a bolt of heat right down to Great’s cock, and he whines instinctively and arches, dimly wondering if he’s already wet enough to be soaking through the pants that he’s wearing. 

When the kiss ends he has to pant for breath, but he’s quickly distracted as he feels Tyme’s hands sliding up along his chest. A moment later buttons go flying as Tyme jerks his shirt open, and Great can’t help the noise of pure arousal that escapes him in response. His shirt is expensive, but he doesn’t care - and he really likes the thought that Tyme doesn’t care, impatience clear in every movement. It draws out a moan, and he squirms, arching against the wall as he tightens his legs around Tyme’s waist. 

“You make no fucking sense, coming after me,” Tyme mutters. 

The words make Great blink fuzzily, but the brief flash of concern that Tyme might try to pull away is quickly forgotten when Tyme pulls away from the wall and then starts walking, carrying him deeper into the house. Anticipation throbs through his body at the thought, and he shrugs his shoulders as he reaches down so that he can yank at Tyme’s shirt, impatient to get it off even though the other man’s arms are still in the way. “Worked, didn’t it?” he points out breathlessly. 

He hears Tyme snort softly, but it just makes him grin when a moment later he’s tossed down onto a bed. Tyme’s on it a moment later - shirtless, now, arms caging him on both sides as the other man crawls up to loom over him, and Great smiles, satisfaction curling through him as he spreads his legs a little, not caring that he’s still wearing pants. The invitation in the movement is the point, and he’s satisfied that he can see Tyme’s eyes narrow in response. 

“Why,” he dares to add, ignoring the way that his heart rate picks up a little as he distantly registers just how stupid it might be to challenge an alpha who’s obviously intent on claiming him. “Are you going to punish me, alpha?” 

That draws out a snarl that just ripples right down to his crotch, and Great doesn’t bother to hold back his whine as Tyme reaches down to tug open the zipper of his pants and then starts yanking them down over his hips. The scent of his own arousal immediately rises up between them, and Great moans, desire only increasing when Tyme abruptly pauses and then leans down to inhale deliberately, so close to his cock that he can feel the heat of his breath. 

“If I really wanted to punish you I could send you home now,” Tyme murmurs, his voice low and lazy. “Dripping like this, they’d smell you a block away and know you’ve failed to make an alpha somewhere happy when you’re wandering the streets instead of being fucked.” 

Great’s breath catches, and he can’t help the quiet whimper that builds at the back of his throat. The threat in the words is clear, and though there’s a small voice telling him that there’s no way that Tyme would actually do that, send him away like this when any alpha he comes across might decide to try and take advantage, the thought of it is still bad enough. He has to fight against the instinctive urge to beg Tyme for reassurance that he’s not going anywhere, and though he manages to hold back the words he can’t help the way that his body responds, slick spilling out of him while his scent spikes in an effort to be as tempting as possible. 

He hears Tyme laugh quietly, and the sound goads him a little until he opens his eyes to look at the other man. “Still smell like you,” he says, unable to help the way that the words come out slightly challenging. “You like it, too. You really want that to change, want it to stop?” Unspoken is the possibility of him smelling like someone else - something keeps him from saying that, though he’s not quite sure what. Maybe he’s eager for Tyme to stay, needs him to stay - he thinks Tyme feels the same way, at this point. 

Tyme’s eyes narrow a fraction, enough that Great ends up holding his breath in anticipation, trying and failing not to squirm a little under the other man’s probing gaze while the tension between them thickens. “Well, are you going to get up here?” he finally blurts, even though he knows he’s losing the battle to let the silence stretch out and extend this brief moment where he feels like he has a tiny bit of control. He’s breathless and heat is simmering throughout his body, and though he’s hardly shy, something about Tyme’s gaze has him feeling on display. 

Tyme’s lips quirk a bit again, but Great has time to note that the other man moves pretty quickly to get rid of his own pants. That’s forgotten the moment that Tyme slides back onto the bed, though, because he’s immediately back beside Great again, half on top of him as his hips grind down against his in a slow, filthy motion that has heat shuddering through Great’s body and makes him swear softly. 

“Such a dirty little mouth on you,” Tyme murmurs with a low laugh. “A rich kid like you, you’re supposed to have better manners.” 

Great raises an eyebrow and then laughs, a bit incredulous even though he’s incredibly turned on. “Do I strike you as the good-mannered sort?” he asks. “I - Ah - “ 

He breaks off abruptly, because Tyme’s moving, hand sliding down between them until it’s dipping between his legs. Fingers trail deliberately through the slick pooling there, and then a moment later his hand lifts to wrap around Great’s cock, hot and wet enough that it draws out a helpless whine in response while his body shudders. Tyme’s hand feels big where it’s curled around him and Great whimpers when it starts moving, stroking him with deliberate pressure. 

“Tyme - “ 

Tyme’s answering hum sounds pleased, and Great is torn between irritation and desperation as he takes in the response that is pretty much stereotypical - alphas are so predictable, with the way they like to hear their names, like to hear omegas on the threshold of begging. Still, if that’s what it takes -  “C’mon, fuck me - “ he says, the words not quite as controlled as he’d like them to be. 

“I should make you wait, after that talk about Only Fans earlier,” Tyme comments. He’s still stroking, and Great grits his teeth when he realizes that he’s slowing down, obviously teasing when his thumb slides up to slowly circle the tip of Great’s cock, too light to be anything but tantalizing. “You seem like the type who needs the reminder of who’s in charge.”

“I remember!’ Great says immediately. He hears Tyme laugh, but doesn’t care, not when Tyme keeps moving his hand when he tries to thrust up into it, not even letting him have that satisfaction. “C’mon, please - “ 

Okay, so maybe he says that deliberately, since he knows Tyme’s already been fishing for him to beg - but if he’s honest, he still means it, and so he thinks it’s fair when he’s rewarded with a low, pleased rumble from Tyme before the other man bends to kiss him again. This kiss reminds Great of that one that Tyme had given him the last time in the moment when he’d started to ride him, and he responds eagerly, a whimper escaping when he feels Tyme adjust his grip, too, now letting him thrust into his hand rather than teasing. 

His head is spinning by the time that the kiss ends, and as he’s drawing away he’s suddenly overwhelmed with the instinctive urge to press himself close again, his face ending up buried in the other man’s neck. He’s immediately overwhelmed with the other man’s scent, and though it occurs to Great that this is too intimate considering that they barely know each other, he still ends up inhaling greedily, a moan slipping out as his head spins with how overwhelming it is. Tyme smells comforting and enticing all at the same time - like safety and sex, and Great can’t get enough of it - can’t get enough of Tyme, the feeling of the other man’s skin beneath his hands as he slides them over Tyme’s shoulders and then down between them, exploring the firm muscle of the other man’s chest. 

He’s so caught up in what he’s doing that he’s caught off guard by the sudden feeling of fingers brushing against his ass before they slide inside him, two pushing deep with ease. It pulls a startled whimper from Great, his legs falling open in instinctive reaction, and he trembles when Tyme immediately shifts to settle between them, pressing them even wider apart while he bends to trail a line of kisses along Great’s collarbone. It leaves Great feeling vulnerable and desperately aroused, and he bites down hard on his lower lip as he tries to control himself - not easy at all when all he can smell is his own arousal mixing with Tyme’s and he can’t help being aware of the ragged sound of their breathing and the slick, wet sound that comes as Tyme’s fingers thrust in and out of him. There’s something primal about it, and Great loves it. 

Still, it’s nowhere near enough, and he wriggles a little, hips arching. “Come on, don’t be a fucking tease,” he says breathlessly. 

“Tease?” Tyme lifts his head, his expression smug. “If you think this is teasing, then the people you’ve been fucking really haven’t taken their time with you.” 

As he speaks he slides a third finger inside, thrusting deeply, but it’s still not enough - it’s still just teasing, when Great can remember what Tyme had felt like the last time. They hadn’t knotted then, but would Tyme do it this time…? 

The thought is too much, makes his body quiver and tighten in anticipation, and Great reaches down to slide his hands beneath Tyme’s shoulders, tugging the other man back up to him. The kiss they share is open-mouthed and desperate, and he doesn’t care that he’s moaning and panting at the same time, squirming eagerly. It feels like there’s liquid heat pumping through his body and he can’t remember the last time that he felt this eager and overwhelmed - he needs Tyme inside him, now. 

“Come on,” he murmurs breathlessly. “Fuck me already. I saw the way that you looked at me earlier, you think I can’t tell you want to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow? You - “ 

He’s not even sure what he’s about to say next, but it doesn’t matter - he cuts off on a moan as Tyme nips his lower lip, hard, and for a brief moment he’s rendered speechless when the fingers inside him curve, rubbing deliberately in a way that makes his eyes glaze over. A pulse of heat ripples out through his body, and he can’t help the quiet, choked off whine of desperation that escapes when he feels Tyme’s fingers sliding away, leaving him feeling empty. Only the sensation of heat and pressure against his hole a moment later makes him settle again, and Great moans softly and then swears, a little impressed in spite of the haze of arousal and need as he feels the head of Tyme’s cock push against him. 

“Guess it wasn’t just the liquor that made you feel big as fuck,” he mutters. 

Tyme freezes momentarily, prompting another quiet whine from Great, but then laughs, the sound low and incredulous. “You thought you remembered me being big because you were drunk?” 

Great shifts, needy and a bit impatient even if he knows that might not have been the best confession. “What? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve picked up drunk and sobered up and been disappoint - ed.” 

The word finishes on a broken sound that’s half gasp, half moan because Tyme moves abruptly, hips pushing forward in one smooth, deliberate move. His cock stretches Great open and then slides deep with one thrust, and a choked sound is drawn out of him as he clutches at Tyme’s shoulders, their teasing banter forgotten. All he can think about is how full he is and how amazing it feels, and he ends up whimpering softly. “Fuck - “ 

Tyme laughs softly, which is a bit irritating, but then he’s moving, drawing back lazily, and all Great can focus on is the slow, easy glide as Tyme’s cock slides out of him. It leaves behind a gnawing, empty feeling, and Great quickly realizes that he doesn’t think he can deal with that right now, not with the heat and need burning inside him. He whimpers needily as his hips lift towards Tyme instinctively, and he swallows as he looks up to meet the other man’s eyes. 

Tyme’s staring down at him, and the intensity in his gaze just increases the heat that’s simmering just beneath Great’s skin, because that look is all for him. “You want this?” Tyme murmurs, his voice low and full of lazy teasing as he presses forward slowly, cock gradually easing back inside once more. “Tell me what you want, Great.” 

“You know what I want! I - ah - “ Great breaks off on a hiss as one of Tyme’s hands slides up, fingers tweaking one of his nipples sharply enough that it makes him reconsider. “Fine - yes! I want this. You, your cock. You inside me, whatever you want me to say -  “ 

He’s cut off again as Tyme laughs and then bends to kiss him, which is even more irritating than before -  but he’s also moving again, and so Great settles for moaning as he takes in the heated, sinful feeling of the other man’s cock settling deep inside him once more. He’d thought that the sex the other night had been incredible, but already something about this seems to be on a different level, making his head swim as Tyme finds a rhythm and settles into it, every powerful drive of his hips taking him deep inside. Hot tension coils inside him, burning with an intensity that’s almost scary, and Great becomes aware that small gasps are escaping him with every thrust, matching the quiet groans that Tyme’s letting out. 

“Tyme, fuck - “ Great doesn’t even know what he’s babbling or why, the words just driven out of him. He doesn’t talk during sex, he thinks - but that doesn’t seem to be stopping him as he wraps his arms around Tyme and holds on tight, overwhelmed by the rising pleasure cresting inside him. Their bodies are wet with sweat and the room smells like slick and sex but most of all the two of them, together, and through his fog of pleasure and lust all Great can think about is how right it feels, how perfect, how he just wants to stay wrapped up in it. 

He noticed it the last time but it’s even more intense, now. Tyme’s just different - like nobody else he’s been with before, his presence somehow seeming to cut through the remote, distant feeling that Great’s accustomed to, burning away the icy numbness until all that’s left is just pure feeling. It’s more than just fucking, more than just sating a desire that his body has - this feels more like a deep, pure need that spirals down to his very core, his every breath seeming to be linked to the way it feels as Tyme buries himself deep with every thrust. Great can feel a strange, quivery sensation starting to build in his gut and spread outwards, and he gasps and then whines quietly, head falling back against the pillow as he pants softly.

“Tyme - “ His voice slides up an octave as Tyme moves, his hands wrapping around Great’s thighs to push them backwards. It bends him almost in half but the angle is perfect, and Great lets out a strangled moan as he feels the hot tension thrumming through his body coil even tighter, his muscles actually quivering in response. Instinct has him lifting his head to look down, and his head spins a little as he takes in the sight of Tyme’s cock sliding in and out of him - that and the sight of the swelling at the base, just starting to nudge up against him insistently. 

Just the sight of it pushes Great into a strange sort of incoherence, and he reaches up to grasp at Tyme’s shoulders, nails digging in as he squirms, doing his best to meet the alpha’s thrusts as they become faster, sloppier. “Tyme, Tyme, please - “ He whimpers and then bites down on his lower lip as their eyes meet, Tyme’s eyes hazy but dark enough that Great feels like he’s drowning in them, unable to even think about looking way. “Alpha - “ 

He feels rather than hears the way that Tyme growls, though he can hear the way that he mewls in response, not even able to control the instinctive reaction. He can feel the pressure as each thrust pushes Tyme’s growing knot inside him and then back out, and Great suddenly feels feverish, desperate to actually feel it locked inside him where it belongs. “Come on, alpha, fuck - “ His muscles are starting to spasm as the pleasure inside him builds higher and higher, his chest heaving as he gulps for air. “C’mon, knot me - “ 

He doesn’t know where the words even come from, but Tyme reacts immediately. His growl is loud enough that it vibrates right down to Great’s core, making him whimper, and then he’s overwhelmed as Tyme thrusts in hard against him again and again, the pressure insistent. There’s a faint burn to it as his body stretches wider with each stroke, but the pleasure is far greater, drawing choked whines from Great as he trembles and squirms, straining to spread his thighs even further around the other man’s hips. It feels so good he's sure he has to be dreaming, and he lets out a broken sob as he clings to Tyme, desperate to come, desperate for this moment to go on forever. 

Then abruptly Tyme’s cock slides inside him and catches, and Great’s mouth opens in a soundless cry as he feels it, feels the pressure that had been building against his rim switch to being a feeling of being full in the best way as Tyme’s knot settles inside him, big enough that it stings a little. For a long moment Great feels wound tight like a spring, but then it abruptly releases, and a ragged cry tears free from his chest as he comes apart, his orgasm washing through him in a pulse of quivering, shimmering pleasure. He can feel Tyme’s body shuddering against him, and Great instinctively holds on to him tightly, forehead pressed against his shoulder as he hears Tyme groan against his skin before the sound becomes muffled as the other man’s lips latch onto him - not biting, but sucking almost feverishly. 

It feels so right that Great can’t help the low, contented hum that he lets out, and he ends up going limp other than where he’s clutching at Tyme’s shoulders, aware that he can actually feel heat spreading out from where Tyme has cum deep inside him. Heat and pleasure still pulse through his body, and he feels a bit like he’s floating even though he can also feel that Tyme’s slumped down on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Normally he hates that, hates the weight and the feeling of sweat and cum gluing bodies together after fucking - but this time it feels different, feels right in a way that he can't explain. He can feel warmth against his neck as Tyme gasps in shuddery exhales, trying to catch his breath, and Great hums again as he slides a hand down over Tyme’s back. 

He’s not sure how much time goes by while they lie like that, but Great’s mind starts to clear a little when he feels Tyme shift, obviously more aware than he was. They can’t go very far yet, of course - not until Tyme’s knot goes down, and that’s what makes Great’s mind wander to the question that’s been floating at the back of his mind ever since he first heard about the video. 

To anyone else it might seem like a poor time to ask, but to him it seems like the perfect opportunity, because locked as they are, Tyme’s only choice will be silence or to answer him. 

“Tyme? Why do you hate my parents?” 

–

The question is spoken in such a quiet, hazy voice that it takes Tyme’s brain a moment to focus enough to even absorb the words. When they do filter in there’s something at the back of his brain that stirs in faint alarm, but he can’t quite focus on it, not when he’s too overwhelmed with everything else. 

Sex with Great the first time had been amazing, but this time - this time’s been on a different level entirely. Even now he can feel the way that Great’s body is trembling around him a little, tightening and then relaxing as the two of them come down from their orgasms, and Tyme just feels - content in a way that he’s never experienced before, a feeling that somehow has nothing at all to do with the fact that they’re still intertwined, his cock buried deep inside slick, welcoming heat. 

It takes Great speaking again for him to realize that he hasn’t actually answered the question, and the tiniest bit of tension creeps back in as he considers what Great’s asked. Great seems to notice, though, because his scent gets stronger, a soothing quality creeping into it that Tyme wants to be irritated with for how obvious it is - but instead he just finds himself inhaling deeply, pressing slightly closer to Great’s neck to take in more of it. He doesn’t know what it is, but Great’s scent is more enticing than anything he’s ever encountered before, and he can’t get enough of it, can’t even begin to think about trying to resist.

“You’re asking now because I can’t pull away, aren’t you,” he finally observes. It seems obvious - but he can’t even really blame Great for the attempt, either. 

Great laughs softly and then Tyme feels one of his shoulders lift. “Maybe.” There’s a pause, and then he continues. “You kind of owe me, though, don’t you?” 

It’s such an obvious reference to the video that Tyme stiffens, and this time even Great’s scent can’t entirely soothe him again. A hint of tension clenches low in his gut - frustration with the conversation, but also guilt at the memory, along with a weird hint of unease as Tyme’s thoughts briefly stray to the thought that the video is still out there on the internet. 

Which means other people can see him fucking Great. 

He only realizes that he’s started growling softly when Great stirs beneath him and nuzzles against his neck, the contact sending a shiver rippling through his body. It snaps him out of the thought, though, and he groans softly as he shakes his head in an effort to clear it a little. It’s just difficult with Great’s scent clouding his senses, and whenever he moves he’s acutely aware of the fact that he’s still buried deep inside the other man, small frissons of pleasure rippling out with each movement. 

Looking at Great when he lifts his head doesn’t help, either. He’s flushed, rosy colour visible just beneath his golden skin, and his eyes aren’t accusatory or angry - just hazy and curious as he looks up at Tyme. It makes something inside Tyme’s chest ache with a strange mixture of feelings - pride that he’s fucked Great into this state, but something else he can’t quite put his finger on, either, and in the end he swallows before he shifts to ease himself off and over onto his back. 

He tells himself that drawing Great with him is simply pure necessity, at the moment, but if he’s honest, he also wants to - he can’t even imagine letting go of Great right now, not when their bodies are pressed up securely against each other, Great fitting into his arms perfectly. 

“You could have warned me,” Great complains, but his voice still sounds mostly content, and when Tyme glances down Great shifts to prop himself up on his chest so that their eyes meet. “Are you going to answer? I assume it's about my parents, right? I don't think we'd even met before.” 

“Great - “ Tyme has an instinctive thought on what he should say, but the words stick in his throat and die before they ever reach his lips as he meets Great’s eyes. Something about the hazy vulnerability he sees there has tension building in his chest, and he can’t control the way that his gaze drops to the mark on Great’s neck that he inadvertently left behind. Instinct has him lifting a hand to touch it lightly, and he swallows back a groan a moment later as his mind abruptly supplies a different image - what it might look like if Great had another type of mark, there, a bite to show the world who he belongs to. 

It’s ridiculous and completely terrifying, and he forces himself to speak just to take his mind off of it, to ignore the urge that seems to be building inside him to do just that, to claim Great so that he can’t pull away the way Tyme expects he will.

“I think your parents are part of the reason mine are dead,” he says, forcing the words out as he directs his gaze up to the ceiling.”I can’t just do nothing about that, Great.” 

They feel bitter and heavy on his tongue, like cloying ash as he waits for the inevitable response. Great won’t be able to leave immediately, but he’ll want to, Tyme knows that, and there’s something inside him that wants to die at the thought. 

“You could have just talked to me, you know.” 

Tyme’s so shocked by the words that he just stares up at the ceiling for a moment longer before finally looking down at Great. The other man is still lying propped up on Tyme’s chest, but he looks a little less hazy, now, more determined as their gazes meet. Tyme’s distantly aware that he’s starting to soften, now, aware of wetness seeping out between their bodies - but Great’s reaction seems far more important. 

“What?” he says at last, still not quite sure he heard right. 

“I said you could have just talked to me,” Great repeats. He shrugs his shoulders, gaze sliding away from Tyme’s to fix on where he’s tracing a small circle on Tyme’s chest with his fingertips. “I’m not the oldest son or anything important - just a disappointment. Maybe I could have helped you. Or at least listened to hear what the hell you mean.” 

“I - “ Tyme’s completely lost at the response, and he swallows, unable to take his gaze off of Great even though the omega is clearly avoiding his gaze. “Great, I - They’re your parents.” 

“Yeah, and I want to know the details, obviously, because maybe you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about - but you must have a reason,” Great replies. His eyebrows knit together in a small frown, and he shrugs. “I know that’s crazy, but - something tells me I can trust you. Or maybe I just want to, I don’t know. You make me feel, and I missed it.” 

Tyme isn’t entirely sure what to make of that, though his chest tightens as he lets his hand slip around to rest at the nape of Great’s neck. Great hums softly and arches back into it a little, eyes dropping closed, and that just makes the pain in Tyme’s chest worsen. Great isn’t who he thought he was, that’s clear - and something in him recognizes the emotions in Great’s words, the longing, because it’s a bit like Great’s just voiced how Tyme’s been feeling with him, too. 

Great reminds him of what it’s like to feel something other than the simple cold need for revenge, and he's not sure he's felt anything else since the moment he found out his parents were gone.

The words he wants to say hover at the tip of his tongue, but he still hesitates briefly before drawing in a deep breath as he forces himself to continue. He’s not a coward, he can take ownership for what he did. “Great, I’m sorry.” 

That draws Great’s gaze back to him, and they stare at each other intently before Great tilts his head, a small smile curving his lips. “Just keep Only Fans in mind for next time, all right?” 

Tyme blinks, struggling to process that, but eventually a slightly incredulous laugh escapes. “You want me to keep Only Fans in mind for next time,” he repeats. 

“Mm.” Great shrugs his shoulders, eyes sparkling a little as their gazes meet, and abruptly Tyme has to suck in a breath as Great’s hips shift against his, moving in a slow swivel to press down against his cock where it’s still buried deep even though his knot has almost shrunk back down to normal. “We can piss off my father and make money. What’s the down side?” 

Tyme knows that he’s staring, but he also can’t help it, because Great’s response is… Not at all what he expected. It leaves him feeling strange and off balance, at a loss for words with the knowledge that there’s still a lot that they need to talk about - but he’s also becoming acutely aware of the other man again, heat rapidly stirring low in his gut. “Great…” He expected surprise, maybe anger, recriminations - instead Great’s just managed to confuse him yet again, like he has ever since he showed up at the hospital. “You - this isn’t how you should be reacting. This is serious.” 

“And fucking me is how you should be reacting?” Great counters. His eyes are darker now, and he swivels his hips again, a soft gasp escaping him as he grinds down against Tyme. “At least I know it’s both of us - it’s not like I saw that video and thought ‘hey that really makes me want to fuck him again’, you know.” He grinds down again, lips curving in a smirk as Tyme tries and fails to suppress a gasp. “But I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head. It was like I had to see you again, and I couldn't resist it. I needed to see you, because I couldn’t get enough. Because I wanted to feel again.” 

Tyme’s torn between being irritated and pleased - irritated by Great’s tone, but also pleased by the admission that Great hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him. It seems to match how he’s been feeling, and he hesitates for only a moment before he gives into impulse and reaches up to yank Great down for another kiss. He expects surprise, maybe an attempt to pull away - but instead it feels like Great melts down into the kiss, a soft, inviting noise that seems close to a moan escaping against Tyme’s lips while his hips move, circling down against Tyme’s cock. 

Tyme can’t help groaning, and he hisses softly against Great’s lips, not quite able to bring himself to pull away. “What the fuck did you do to me?” he mutters. His knot has only just gone down and usually he has to take at least some time to recover - but it feels as though his body is already preparing to be ready to go again, arousal suddenly burning bright low in his gut once more as his hips lift. 

“You haven’t realized yet that you can’t resist me?” Great asks, his tone bright and teasing as he pulls back to give Tyme a smirk. “You haven’t been able to since you followed me to the bar. Can you say you ever put up any real resistance?” 

“I followed you as part of my plan,” Tyme argues, though he’s not entirely sure why. 

Great doesn’t seem insulted, though - he just laughs, his voice soft as he bends to lick along the line of Tyme’s jaw, his lips and tongue light and teasing. “And you really had no other way to try and get your revenge besides fucking me, alpha?” he murmurs. “Admit it, you just wanted me and so you found a way.” 

By now the swivel of his hips is lazy and deliberate, and Tyme hisses softly as he lifts his hips to match, pressing deeper into the tight heat wrapped around his cock. He hears Great laugh again, and then the other man pushes himself up a little and looks down at Tyme with an intent gaze while he plants his hands against Tyme’s chest, bracing himself while he grinds down once more. “And back on the road all I had to do was kiss you,” he says, his tone light and playful. “Your wolf likes me - “ 

He cuts off there because Tyme’s patience snaps. Maybe it’s the teasing, or maybe it’s the fact that he can sense the truth in Great’s words, that not once has he put up any real resistance - either way, in an instant he pulls out and then manhandles Great up and onto his knees, ignoring the way that the other man gasps in surprise. It doesn’t seem as though he has any objections, anyway - almost immediately it’s followed by a wriggle that tells Tyme that Great’s figured out what’s he about to do. 

“Come on - “ Great gasps, his voice low and eager. It’s the prettiest that Tyme’s heard him sound other than when they were fucking, and he takes a brief moment to enjoy it as he pauses to stroke one hand down Great’s back. That immediately gets him an almost perfect presentation arch while Great lets out an eager whine, and Tyme bites back a groan as he looks down, taking it in, the dip of Great's waist just before the perfect, welcoming curve of his ass. The way he's positioned makes it obvious that Great wants more, wants him, and Tyme has to struggle to breathe through the strange tension that’s tight around his chest as he grasps Great’s hips and then watches as he slowly presses his cock inside, a moan escaping at the way it feels as though Great’s body is sucking him in, hot and wet and open around his length.

Great trembles, a breathy moan escaping him, and Tyme has to close his eyes to shut out the view as he slides deep and then starts moving, lost in the strange pleasure that’s sweeping over him. He feels oddly fragile and desperately needy in a way he’s never experienced before, everything orbiting around the way that Great sounds and feels beneath him, the way he’s arching back eagerly to meet every thrust. It should take longer this time, but instead it feels like he’s perilously close to coming already, his head spinning with the intensity of everything that he’s feeling. 

“You’re such an arrogant little tease,” he says suddenly, more to distract himself than anything as frustration and arousal swirl together. His hands tighten on Great’s hips, but when he opens his eyes and looks down all he can think about are the reddened marks he’s leaving behind, marks he knows will turn into bruises later. It has his arousal coiling tighter, heat simmering at the idea that Great will have his marks on him, and he tightens his grip further, tugging Great back against him as he thrusts deep. “Such a mouthy little brat until you’ve got a cock inside you, then you just become a needy little slut - “ 

Great whines and when Tyme glances up he sees that he’s shaking his head. “Mm - ‘m not usually like this,” he replies, the words breathless and thready. 

It seems like such a blatant lie that Tyme laughs, but at the same time his arousal burns hotter, tension building bright and intense as it spreads out from where Great is pushing back against him, body hot and wet around his cock. “You expect me to believe that?” 

“I’m - I’m not,” Great repeats, and the words are broken, split up by moans as he falls forward to rest against the pillows, offering himself up perfectly to every drive of Tyme’s hips. “Not the needy bit, anyway. It’s just - something about you - “ 

“Something about me, huh?” Tyme means the words to come out mocking, teasing - but instead his voice is deep and ragged even to his own ears, because he likes that idea. He likes the thought that the strange dynamic he feels with Great is mutual, he likes the fact that Great’s admitting it as they fuck. It makes his breath catch, and he bites down on his lower lip as he feels the burning heat that’s tingling throughout his body deepen, intensifying in a way that makes his muscles tremble. 

He shifts slightly, seeking out a better angle, and a bolt of pleasure ripples through him when Great abruptly cries out and quivers, body clenching around him. It makes Tyme’s head swim, and he can feel the way that his movements start to stutter a bit as he gasps for breath, head swimming as his senses are flooded with the scent of arousal and sweat, the heavy, heady smell of sex that fills the room. They’re going to smell like it, he thinks hazily - and Great will smell like it for days, at least until it wears off - 

The thought fills him with a strange mix of satisfaction but also a hint of anger, and he snarls softly as he bends forward over Great’s back, lips finding the other man’s shoulder. Great whimpers and arches into him, head falling to the side to display the mark on his neck that Tyme left there earlier, and the sight of it makes Tyme groan hoarsely. It’s light red, just dark enough to stand out against Great’s skin, and suddenly Tyme’s overcome with the urgent thought that it’s not nearly dark enough as he bends to latch onto it again, sucking hard on the soft skin beneath his mouth. 

Every inhale has Great’s scent flooding his senses, and Tyme drags it in with each deep breath until he’s dizzy with it, overwhelmed and movements growing jerky as he drives into the heat of Great’s body over and over again. Nothing he’s ever felt has been anywhere close to this, nobody else has been anything like Great, he thinks, and the thoughts are frantic, running through his head over and over while Great whines and begs beneath him, quivering and hot and so wet that Tyme can feel slick spilling out around his cock every time he drives deep. 

“Alpha, alpha, please, please - “ Great’s broken into an almost chant at some point, and Tyme closes his eyes to let it wash over him, letting it combine with the pure, burning tension coiling low in his belly. It feels frighteningly good, so good that he’s completely unprepared when he feels Great start to shake beneath him, clearly on the edge of coming again. “My alpha, please, fuck - “ 

Tyme flinches instinctively, head spinning with confusion, stunned enough that he freezes for a brief moment, only to be drawn back into motion again as Great whines in protest and pushes back against him, needy and desperate. “No, please - alpha, I need - “ 

The blazing heat inside Tyme surges in response to that, and he growls instinctively, distantly aware that his gums are throbbing while his groin aches with the tingling pressure that warns him he’s about to knot, driving him to grind in against Great with every thrust, sensitivity growing every time his knot slips in to Great's body and then out again. Fuck, he can’t even remember the last time he knotted twice in a night outside of a rut, but the pleasure just keeps building, rendering him helpless before it as his body jerks and trembles, muscles on the verge of seizing. Great’s still whimpering and pleading beneath him, but then abruptly he whines and lets out a sob as he comes, lithe body tensing and clamping down around Tyme’s cock. Tyme swears softly as he’s flung to the edge in seconds, and desperation takes over as he presses forward only to groan in relief as his knot finally slips into Great’s body and locks there, wet heat enveloping it. 

Beneath him his omega writhes, still moaning and crying out for him, and when he arches his neck so sweetly, so perfectly, Tyme’s past the point of hesitation, past the point of thinking. He grinds deep, body shaking, and in a haze of pure instinctive need he leans in to where Great’s scent is the richest and most tempting and bites down, tightening to hold on while his vision whites out and copper floods across his tongue, the experience so intense that all he can do is moan helplessly, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm and the victorious cries of pleasure he can hear from the omega beneath him.

It feels like an age passes before Tyme can finally stir, and his muscles are still weak and quivery as he lifts his head to find that he’s slumped down over Great, his body pinning the smaller man to the bed. The taste of copper still lingers on his lips and tongue, and he licks instinctively, gentle as he soothes the bite his teeth have left behind. Great stirs a little, murmuring softly, but all he does is arch into the touch with a soft sigh that has Tyme’s breath catching gently at the display of responsiveness. 

He’s not sure how much time has gone by when reality starts to filter in, bringing with a strange mixture of contentment that wars with uneasiness. Great’s scent soothes him with every breath, but quiet alarm bells are going off quietly at the back of his mind, threatening to pull him out of the pleasant haze they’re enveloped in. 

Before it can break, though, Great stirs and lets out a quiet sound of protest. “Heavy.” 

“Sorry,” Tyme murmurs, the response instinctive, but it just brings him further out of the haze of pleasure as he shifts onto his side, drawing Great with him. 

“Mm. It’s okay,” Great murmurs, and then he stretches slowly, the movement almost cat-like. “You can keep licking, you know. It’s nice.” 

That just makes the reality hit home even more, and Tyme pauses, swallowing as he draws back so that he has the space to look at Great’s neck. 

It’s still swollen and a little red, but obviously healing already, and that realization makes Tyme’s gut twist. It just confirms what he already knew, of course, because there’s only one type of bite that heals that quickly - but Tyme still ends up sighing as he lets his forehead come to rest against Great’s shoulder. “Great - fuck,” he mutters softly. 

“Mmm.” Great hums softly, and Tyme tenses a little, distracted from his own messy feelings as he braces himself for how Great must be about to react, the anger and recrimination that must be about to follow. 

It’s just quiet, though, and Tyme’s taken off guard when he feels fingertips brush against the back of his hand before Great’s settles on top of his, slender fingers lacing through his own. It’s the simplest touch, but something about it makes Tyme have to swallow hard, and he closes his eyes as he shifts to slide his arm around Great’s waist to hold him tight, drawing him back in snugly to where he fits so perfectly in the curve of Tyme’s arms.

A weird mix of feelings is surging through him, and he isn’t quite sure how to grapple with them or what to do next. He didn’t plan any of this - not fucking Great again, and certainly not - 

Tyme doesn’t want to complete the thought, but makes himself as he opens his eyes and then bends to press a gentle kiss to the bite on Great’s neck. Because it’s there, and it’s real and that means Great is his mate now. 

“I know you keep thinking that I’m gonna be mad, but I’m not.” 

Great’s voice is soft, but it still makes Tyme jolt slightly before he tightens his arm instinctively, only relaxing again when he hears Great make a quiet sound of protest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, but it still takes work for him to resist the urge to hold on as tight as possible.

“You know, for a surgeon you’re pretty impulsive, aren’t you?” Great asks. The words are teasing, but Tyme can’t help noticing that his voice is soft and warm. Content. He swallows at the realization, some of his tension beginning to ebb away as a thought starts to settle in - that maybe Great really isn’t upset about this. 

“Not usually,” he says at last, recalling the question Great asked him. 

Great lets out a sound that seems suspiciously close to a giggle, and his fingers tighten over Tyme’s. “So I’m special, then.” 

Tyme can’t help joining in on the laughter - partly just because the sound is infectious, but also because Great is simply - well, cuter than he’s expected. It seems as though Great’s constantly ending up different than he expects. 

“You constantly surprise me,” he says at last. A sigh follows the words, and he closes his eyes again. Great’s sweet, impudent scent still surrounds them, but it’s mixed with his, now, the two combining in a way that will instantly tell anyone he meets that he belongs to someone. 

“Well, you surprise me too,” Great says softly. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually do it. Wasn’t sure if I wanted you to.”  

Tyme tenses, and a growl spills out of him before he can help it, his arm suddenly clamping down around Great’s waist. Mine is suddenly the only thing that he can focus on, the only thought in his head as he grinds his hips forward just to emphasize the fact that his omega is there in his arms, on his knot. It takes the gradual awareness that the soothing scent that had been surrounding them has spiked to draw him out of it, and as he slowly relaxes he realizes that Great is shaking his head. 

“You know, considering that you’re a surgeon, I didn’t really expect you to be such a complete knothead,” Great says. 

The words are sharp and dry and Tyme instinctively wants to object - but he ends up just sighing, instead, when he considers what he just did. “Sorry,” he mutters at last. “Great, I - “ 

“Shut up,” Great says, and his hand tightens over Tyme’s. “I could have stopped you if I wanted to, you know omegas react to the wrong person.” 

Tyme’s quiet for a moment and then exhales slowly, aware that tension is seeping out of him. Because he does know that - at least theoretically. It’s a defense mechanism he learned about in school, after all - a way for omegas to protect themselves against being mated against their will. He just never thought that it would be something he’d have to concern himself with. 

“So my alpha is a knothead surgeon who’s impulsive and forgets things,” Great murmurs. The words would sting, except there’s a note of almost - fondness in them, and Tyme ends up tightening his arm a little as he instinctively nuzzles in against Great’s neck, tongue swiping over the healing bite once more before he lets out a quiet sigh. Even without the bite, he thinks that he’d be lost just from hearing Great say ‘my alpha’ in that tone of voice. 

“You know this is fucked up and messy, right,” he murmurs quietly. He feels the need to say it, even though Great’s scent is still spiking around them, warm and soothing as it lulls them towards sleep. 

“Mmm. That’s just describing my life, so this is just par for the course,” Great replies, his voice quiet and content. “We can figure that shit out later. We have time, I think. Something tells me we do.” 

There’s so much to say and think about that, really - but though Tyme has never particularly thought that way before, never thought of himself as being someone who ‘had time’ - somehow in this moment, the words sound right to him. He doesn’t know if it’ll last, and isn’t certain of anything else - but right now, with Great wrapped up in his arms, it feels like time might actually be the one thing that they have, that they can count on. 

Great’s breathing is starting to even out, his hand loosening a little on top of Tyme’s, and as the silence in the house deepens Tyme becomes aware that he can hear one of his grandmother’s clocks ticking out in the hallway, soft and rhythmic. The beat of it is steady and unceasing, and in the end it’s that sound that he drops off to sleep with, content with the knowledge that his mate will be there in his arms when he wakes up.