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Hawkeye had been in Korea for three days and each day had been hotter than the last. He had been put to work examining the enlisted men to make sure their draft boards hadn't made a mistake. He wished they had. The only interesting part was when he met Corporal Klinger, who walked in to be examined not in just his boxers and dog tags like the rest of the guys, but with a dress slip and pearls as well.
He stepped out of the hospital and took a deep breath. It was just as hot and muggy as it had been inside. Just like the last three days. But this time there was something different in the air. There was a new scent lingering that caused his brain to short circuit. Instead of the thoughts of worry, general anger at the world but especially the US government, idle consideration of which nurse he might try to get into bed with next, and past surgeries, one thought replaced all of that.
Mate. Mate. Mine. Mate. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mate. Mine…
He followed the scent in the air and it led him to his own tent.
Inside was the source of the scent. A tall, broad shouldered, curly haired, grinning omega, who was talking to Radar.
The omega looked up, “Uh, Radar?”
“Yes sir?”
“There a priest in this outfit?”
“Yes sir, Father Mulcahy, he just arrived, his tent is right over-”
The omega cut him off, “you might want to tell him we're gonna need him in about an hour.” His big hazel eyes were locked with Hawkeye's.
Radar’s eyes widened, “yes sir.”
“Gonna need to make a phone call or send a telegram in a bit too. But first, ‘s there somewhere we can get a bit of privacy?”
“Um, maybe the supply shed? Over there.” Radar pointed.
The taller, newer omega nodded and stepped forward to Hawkeye. “What do ya say you and me get to know each other for a bit huh?”
Hawkeye nodded and surprised himself with the growl that bubbled up from his chest.
The omega grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the supply shed.
Once inside he said, “it's you. Your scent has been driving me wild since I got here. Had to pretend to listen to everything that Radar kid was telling me.” He pressed his nose against Hawkeye’s neck.
Hawkeye buried his nose into the strawberry blond hair, “can I mate you? Please let me give you my bite.”
“I'd better know your name first. I'm John. But everyone calls me Trapper.”
“Benjamin. But you can call me Hawkeye.” He panted slightly. It was taking a hell of a lot of effort to not tear their clothes off.
“Well, Hawkeye, you’d better give me more than just a bite.” Trapper smiled.
Hawkeye nodded and reached for Trapper’s belt. He undressed his omega quickly but carefully. He didn’t want to hurt him.
Simultaneously, Trapper undressed Hawkeye.
They found a pile of mattresses in the back corner and piled themselves on top of it.
Hawkeye kissed Trapper and pushed his tongue into his mouth, but he gave a gratified moan when Trapper took control of the kiss. Slowly he shifted to kiss up Trapper’s jaw and then nibble on his earlobe.
Trapper ground their erections together, eliciting moans from both of them, “you gonna give me your knot, little alpha?”
Hawkeye nodded and pulled away with a small smirk, “you’re the first omega to call me that. Probably the first one that even could.”
Trapper smirked, “that a problem?” He rolled his hips again.
Hawkeye moaned, “n-no, definitely not.” He reached between Trapper’s legs and felt the slick there, “you ready for me gorgeous?”
“More than, mate me, Alpha.”
Hawkeye dipped two fingers into his hole to make sure he was loose enough, “practically dripping for me.”
“Have been since I first smelled you. Now get inside me.” He growled.
Hawkeye lined himself up and slowly pushed in. “It's like you’re made for me, baby.”
Trapper rolled his hips to get Hawkeye deeper inside, “I think that’s kind of the idea, Honey. Now show me what you can do.”
Hawkeye growled a little at the challenge and began fucking Trapper in earnest. He moved his hips hard and fast, letting himself do exactly what his body was screaming at him to do.
Trapper moaned at each thrust and reached out, grabbing Hawkeye by the shoulders and pulling him into a kiss.
Soon, they were reaching their peaks simultaneously.
Trapper panted out, “bite me, Alpha. Mark me.”
Hawkeye nodded, “you too, I want your bite too.” He was as much Trapper’s as Trapper was his, and they had barely known each other for half an hour.
Trapper nodded.
They came in unison, clamping their teeth down on each other’s shoulders.
Hawkeye’s knot inflated, tying them together.
As they pulled away from the bites it was like a spark ran through both of them, solidifying the bonds.
Trapper sighed happily and pulled Hawkeye down to lay on top of him.
Hawkeye smiled and kissed Trapper’s jaw.
“Should we go see the priest to have him witness our mate bites, or should I try to call my wife first?”
Hawkeye pushed himself up suddenly, wincing when the movement tugged on his knot. “You’re married?”
“Well, not anymore, this legally supersedes the marriage. But yeah.” he held up his left hand and wiggled his ring finger. “And, well, I guess there isn’t really a better time to tell you this, so I might as well tell you now.”
“What? You’ve got kids or something?” Hawkeye joked.
“Uh, yeah. I’ve got a four year old called Becky and a six month old called Kathy.”
Hawkeye felt himself start to hyperventilate.
Trapper eyed him carefully, “that gonna be a problem? Cause if it is I don’t care if we’re true mates. I’m not giving up my pups.”
The threat of losing his mate shocked Hawkeye out of the panic spiral, “What? No, I would never ask you to do that. Of course not. I always wanted kids. Just, you know, didn't expect to have any so soon after finding my mate. Always figured I’d have at least nine months to prepare.”
Trapper let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. Well, I guess since we’re over here now you’ve got a little time to get used to the idea anyway.”
Hawkeye swallowed and nodded, “My dad always says that every cloud has a silver lining.”
Trapper smiled and brushed the sweat soaked bangs off of Hawkeye’s forehead. “I’d say this is one hell of a silver lining. And I promise, my wife is gonna take it okay. She’s my best friend, and well, our ‘what if’ plan is pretty thorough.”
Hawkeye nodded, “I hate the idea that I’ve broken up your family.”
“Hey, you haven’t broken anything. Like I said. Louise is my best friend and we have a plan. If anyone broke up my family it was my draft board. Even if I have to move to the other side of the country with you, we know how we’re gonna handle that with the girls.”
Hawkeye shook his head, “I won’t make you do that. We’ll stay close. Besides, she might actually be pack.”
Trapper raised an eyebrow, “You’re a pack alpha?”
Hawkeye nodded, “Found that out the minute I stepped foot in camp. Radar is pack.”
“I knew there was a reason I liked him. Well, maybe we can send something to Louise that smells like you. I’ve got a couple things with her scent you can smell. That way we'll know.”
Hawkeye nodded, “that sounds like a good idea. And maybe your daughters can smell what we send too so they know what I smell like.”
Trapper nodded, “good idea.”
“So, where do you live?”
“Boston. I do, or I guess did, thoracic surgery at Boston General.”
Hawkeye smiled, “I shoulda guessed you were a chest guy too. Universe had to make sure we had something in common. I did my residency in Boston. I’m from Maine. Been working in Portland the last couple of years.”
“Well how ‘bout that? We’re practically neighbors.”
They continued chatting and getting to know each other for the next twenty minutes or so while they waited for Hawkeye’s knot to go down.
Hawkeye sat on the side of the pile of mattresses and looked at Trapper. “Do you want me to give you your pack bite now?”
Trapper shrugged, “Sure, why not?” He bared his neck on the opposite side from the mating bite.
Hawkeye nervously and as carefully as he could while still making sure it took, bit down. He had to admit that he was glad when it was over. “Congratulations, you’re the first official member of my pack.”
“I thought you said Radar was pack?”
“Yeah, but I’m not gonna bite the kid until he is good and ready.”
“Fair enough. Now, do we call my wife or talk to the priest first?”
“Priest I guess. Just hope he doesn’t make us pray.” Hawkeye pulled his shirt on and handed Trapper his clothes.
They headed to the tent Radar had pointed out earlier.
A few moments after Hawkeye knocked the door opened.
A small blond haired alpha opened the door.
Hawkeye swore, this priest was primary pack, which was even more complicated than a kid who wasn’t ready. How the hell did they all end up in Korea? He cleared his throat, “Hey, so you and me are gonna have to talk later, but first me ‘n Trapper need you to sign some paperwork?” He pulled the neck of his tshirt to the side to show the fresh bite mark.
“Oh, oh my. Yes. I think we will have to talk. But first, I suppose congratulations are in order. Come in please. I’m Father Mulcahy and I’m sure the witness paperwork is somewhere in my desk.”
They got the paperwork done quickly, the priest had to ask a few questions to confirm they were true mates and document the bites. Then, Hawkeye arranged to come back and talk to Father Mulcahy later.
When they had that sorted out, they went to the office to see if Radar could call Boston.
While they were waiting for the call to go through, Colonel Blake came out of his office.
“Oh, hello.”
Hawkeye wiggled his fingers in a wave.
Trapper did a kind of halfway salute which Henry returned.
“Can I help you boys with something?”
Hawkeye shrugged, “unless you want to break the news to Trapper’s wife that she’s now his ex-wife, probably not.”
Henry frowned for a moment and then smiled, “Well, I’ll be. Isn’t that something? Congratulations boys.” He shook both their hands, “say, since I can’t really let you guys go on a honeymoon, what with all of us just getting here and all that, how about I have Radar set up the VIP tent for you guys to use tonight?”
Radar perked up, “Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea, sir. It's got basically a real bed and everything! It’ll be like you’re staying at a hotel, only it's just a tent and you still have to eat the food from the mess tent.”
Trapper shrugged and looked at Hawkeye, “I mean if that’s the best we’re gonna get, I say we take it.”
Hawkeye nodded, “It beats trying to squeeze us both into a cot.”
Radar smiled, “I’ll get it ready. Oh! Hi Sparky, yeah, we’re ready.” He held the phone out, “Sirs, uh, it's Boston."