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At the dawn of creation, the powers of magic were split and distributed amongst three groups:
Those who carried the magic and freely gave it for the good of the people; Omegas.
Those who wielded the magic and executed the tasks; Betas.
Those who controlled the magic and directed the people; Alphas.
Over time, the balance shifted and the true reason for the division was abandoned. The differences between the people were quantified, exploited, and used as as an excuse for discrimination. The people forgot that free will was necessary for the magic to be carried, and those in power took instead.
When the laws of nature are ignored, it is the world that suffers. When natural order is ignored, the magic is lost.
Every Malfoy male since 1625 had been an Alpha, so there had been absolutely no doubt in Lucius' mind, or Draco's for that matter, that Draco would be as well. Therefore, it was no surprise that Draco Malfoy spent much of his young life being groomed to take his father's place as signet.
When Draco turned eleven, he looked forward to receiving his Duramstrang acceptance letter, but not nearly as much as he did the eminent onset of puberty, which would cement his status amongst the wizarding community. All alphas had an early pubesence and while some developed as early as eight, certainly each of them came into their own by twelve.
Draco had never felt the crush of disappointment as much as he did the day of his thirteenth birthday. Not only had his father cancelled the celebration in a fit of rage, but he'd redirected it at Draco's mother. He insisted that, being an Omega, it was her genes that were at fault. And when Lucius was in a mood such as this one, there simply was no reasoning with the man. Narcissa cowed and begged for forgiveness, earning herself a few bruises in the process.
Some said that it was the teenage years that passed in a blur, but for Draco this was farthest from true. With each year that passed without a sign of puberty, Draco grew more despondent. When Blaise Zabini turned sixteen, Blaise had received a lovely engraved Wizard's Shaving Set. For a while, Draco had dreamed that he would be the recipient of such finery. But, it never came, nor was necessary. At sixteen, Draco still sported the hairless, lean, androgynous frame of youth. He was not gangly and awkward nor broad and muscular. He was pointy and thin, and when Lucius raised his hand to Draco's mother, Draco flinched and cowered behind the high backed chair in the sitting room.
Sometimes, Draco longed for death. If he were dead, it would mean he would never have to face his father on the dreaded day he started puberty and, the unavoidable heat cycle that would forever mark him as an Omega. If Draco was lucky, Lucius would kill him long before the loathsome day came.
Omegas, much like animagi, veela, werewolves and vampires, were required to register with the ministry of magic. Unlike those other breeds, registered Omegas were considered property. Omegas had no rights. They were not free to go about their lives. Omegas were special. Their magic was special. And as every society knew, it was the different ones who were dangerous. They could not be allowed to give it away indiscriminately. They could not be allowed to form alliances through breeding.
It was important that they were controlled, metered out in a way that did not cause societal upheaval, in a way that maintained the established hierarchy. Omegas were doled out to qualified Alpha matches; wizards and, rarely, witches, who were authorized by the Ministry to breed the Omegas. That kept the special magic properly controlled. A bred Omega was a bonded Omega, and a bonded Omega was subordinate to his or her spouse. Alphas literally channeled their Omegas magic, and this was what made so many Alphas so powerful.
Draco was fifteen years, six months and seventeen days old when he felt the first signs of heat coming on, though at first he thought perhaps he was coming down with the flu. He skived off morning classes, but by noon, Draco was arse up on his bed and panting, his body throwing off heady pheromones that brought Viktor Krum banging heavily on his door. For a moment, Draco was worried that the door wouldn’t hold and Krum would barge through and take him. Then, the mere thought of it brought forth a gush of slick juices, and a flush of arousal and Draco nearly let the hollering Alpha in of his own accord. However, the head boy returned from classes in the nick of time, and having had a sister who was an Omega, recognized the signs of the heat immediately. He called for the head of house and Draco was lucky to make it to the infirmary unharmed, though mortified by the continuous ooze of fluids that ruined his favorite pair of trousers. It was too late for the suppressants to be of any use, and Draco's parents were called to collect him; it was a matter of safety as well as removing the distraction from the other students.
At the manor, Draco laid in bed, moaning and tearing at the sheets as wave after wave of feverish need hit him. He had never known emptiness until then, never known what it was to truly want, to crave, to need. Draco’s body was betraying him, but through the haze of wantneednow, Draco had the sense to be terrified of what was happening to him and of what would happen when his father returned home from wherever it was that he had gone.
Later that night, one of the house elves was carefully sponging Draco's forehead when the door burst open. In it's wake stood a crazed -looking Lucius with Narcissa dragging at his waist, trying to hold him back, sobbing. Draco was coherent enough to think it was the beginning of the end. Lucius shoved Narcissa away from him and Draco heard her palms skid on the marble in the hallway, then the slam of the door, and magic sizzled, locking it.
Draco had been wrong about a lot of things, but this was the worst of all. It wasn't the beginning of the end; it was the beginning of the beginning. Lucius tore off his clothes and fell on Draco. Draco never screamed as loudly as he did that night.
Two days later, Narcissa Malfoy reported a violent crime to the Aurors. Her husband had been brutally murdered: The Prophet reported a total of sixteen stab-wounds to Lucius' head and chest. Her son had been kidnapped and the family safe pilfered. It didn't add up, but that was her claim, first and only. Shortly thereafter, Narcissa Malfoy was admitted to the Janus Thickney ward at Saint Mungo's, and rumor had it, she never spoke again.
AOAOAOAOAOAOAO
Harry Potter had only ever wanted two things: first, he wanted a family of his very own, a family that loved him, wanted him, accepted him. When he was eleven, he thought he'd found that family with the Weasleys. He'd found out he was a wizard then, and along with his newfound title came an entirely different social system. It took him a long time to grasp the complexities of it, but he gleaned a few things right away. One, it was terrible to be an Omega and he sincerely hoped he wasn't one. And two, Alphas had the power. They also had a lot of responsibility, paperwork, and headaches. They were aggressive and stubborn, and didn't seem like much fun.
As an Alpha or an Omega, he would be forced to leave the family that he had already come to love. Therefore, his second wish in life was that he was a Beta. A regular, normal, common, unremarkable Beta.
Unfortunately, Harry was well-versed in the "can't always get what you want" ways of the universe. At twelve, puberty snuck up on him, bashed him over the head and declared him an Alpha practically overnight. He awoke one morning with a raging hard-on and what he would come to know as his knot, throbbing. He'd fallen out of bed, screaming and worried that he'd broken himself or developed a tumor. He shot up a few inches, sprouted hair all over his body and developed a wicked sense of smell.
Luckily, there was only one other Alpha at school, and he was graduating that year. They didn't cross paths that often, and when they did, Harry had the sense to walk away. He wasn't interested in a meaningless tussle just for the sake of impressing his friends.
When Harry turned fifteen, Bill Weasley returned from France, having finished his apprenticeship with the goblins and with a new Omega mate to boot. Fleur was her name, and there was no denying that she was an attractive woman despite Harry's predilection for men. There was something compelling about her too, an air, a scent.
For a few days, he hung around the fringes of the family circle, trying to sort Fleur out. Sort himself out. By the end of the first week, Harry was having trouble keeping away from her. Early one morning, he wandered into the kitchen. Fleur had her back to him at the counter, and Harry thought that this was the perfect opportunity for him. He moved nearer, leaned in, and sniffed softly. Her hair was glorious: it smelled like sunshine and candy floss and the sea. He breathed in again and felt happy, calm, almost mindless. The next thing he knew, he had crowded Fleur against the counter and was nosing her face and neck, drinking in her scent.
Harry never heard Bill's warning growl. Bill had yanked him away and slammed him into the cabinets, one hand curling into Harry's throat. Bill snarled and snapped, making it quite clear that Fleur was his, at the same time trying to incite Harry to fight with him.
Not only did Harry lack the physical prowess to challenge Bill, but in no way was he interested in having Fleur for his own. He'd only been curious and somehow wound up allowing his natural instincts to take over instead of controlling himself properly.
Bill did not attack when Harry failed to meet his aggression. Instead, he told Harry to leave, that he was no longer welcome in the Weasley home. Harry had been disrespectful to Bill, had practically violated Fleur, and if he was stupid enough to show his face again, Bill would not exercise such restraint.
Harry fled. It was cowardly and, in hindsight, a bit of an overreaction. He probably could have kipped with the Longbottoms or maybe even Hermione until school started again. But the truth of the matter was that he was ashamed of himself and his lack of self-control. He was still figuring out the rules of Wizarding society which were so very different from those which he'd been raised with.
So he ran away, intending to leave everyone and everything behind. He wouldn't go back to the Durseley's, and didn't want to go where he was known. At first, he thought he could return to living as a Muggle. But after awhile, it was clear he couldn't be happy there either. He both needed and wanted magic in his life.
So Harry kept to the fringes of both worlds where he wouldn't bother anyone. For a long time, he didn’t even mind being on his own. It just made sense. It was almost as if he was destined to be the boy with no family: taken in by the pack when he eleven only to be driven away a few short years later.
It wasn't always easy and it wasn't always fun, but Harry had survived. For a number of years, Harry stayed on the run. He more or less lived out of a beat-up old Fiat Doblo van that he'd bought for a few thousand quid and fixed up himself. He did odd jobs for money and a few times a month, depending on the cash flow, he would hole up in a motel, get a decent meal, a hot shower, and maybe a cheap rent boy to pound his knot into. He always obliviated the Muggle ones later. He had to.
Harry saw the way he hurt them, the Muggles and the Betas both. He could smell their fear when they saw his knot, when they felt it. And he hated himself for forcing it on them. Before each encounter, he promised himself that he would maintain control this time, that he wouldn't go too far. But he failed, time and time again. Convinced that he was just another knot-head, Harry eventually stopped looking for a partner. And forget even thinking about an Omega. He'd seen a few of them and, like Fleur, they were all small, thin, delicate. It was more than unfair to force his hulk on someone like that, it was wrong. So Harry stuck to the whores. At least he could compensate them with cash, and he told himself that he couldn't be the worst thing that had ever happened to them, even though it did little to assuage his guilt.
AOAOAOAOAOAOAO
His mother had made him take the family heirlooms that day - that horrible day that he tried so hard to forget...but how could he? How could he wipe his father from memory when the only thing he loved was a walking reminder of the one thing he truly hated? He'd snapped that morning when he came to, thighs still sticky with slick and come, and, when he was finished retching, he didn't even bother to clean himself before grabbing the first sharp thing he laid his hands on and exacting his revenge. It was an antique, decorative stone athame meant for rituals. The blade was dull, but the tip was pointed, and nevertheless, it got the job done.
Draco remembered plunging it into his father's back, the resistance of his clothes and skin, and the way the flesh parted to accept the blade. His next memory was of dropping the dagger and sinking, sobbing into his mother's skirts. There was little time for comfort, not when there was a crime scene to set, a story to fabricate, and a getaway to be made. Draco didn't know where he was going, but he knew he couldn't register with the ministry and spend the rest of his life being forced and controlled.
It was months later when Draco realized he was pregnant. He reached out to his mother but, by then, it was too late. She was gone, physically and mentally, if what Andromeda said was true. And there was nothing Andromeda could do to help him, not without putting her own family at risk. And so, Draco pawned what he could, then hid until after the baby was born.
He named the baby Scorpius. It was no surprise that he was tow-headed and pale with grey eyes, though it was a wonder that he was smart as a whip and funny. He was the light in Draco's life, his shining star, the only thing he had worth anything.
Draco barely remembered that once, he'd been a spoiled, rich boy who lived in a sprawling mansion with gardens and peacocks. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and honestly, it was often too painful to think about anyway. So he shoved it down deep and pretended that life had always been this hard, and that there was simply no other way. Do or die, as they say, and Draco didn't have the option of dying, not when his son was this small, so helpless, so needy. So he did what all good parents do - he found a way to make it work.
For nearly a decade, Draco did whatever he could to make money, which often involved selling his body. They moved frequently to avoid being caught squatting in abandoned and ramshackle homes. The truth of the matter was that between food and black market heat suppressors, there wasn't enough for much else.
Scorpius was ten when Andromeda managed to track Draco down. She had a favor to ask of him, as if he had anything to give. As it turned out, his young cousin Teddy was about to turn sixteen and was more than likely an Omega, although his heat hadn't come yet. Andromeda feared for his future, just as Draco had once feared for his own. But there was no way that Draco could take responsibility for another child, not when money was so tight and life was so hard.
The stipend Andromeda offered angered Draco. He had been whoring himself just to feed his child for the last decade and she had nothing to give him then, but now that she wanted something from him, there was suddenly money to be had. Draco wished his acceptance had less to do with the money and more to do with taking care of family. But the fact of the matter was that with the allowance Andromeda gave him, Draco could afford to rent a caravan in a Muggle mobile park, and he could stop taking Johns in the other room while Scorpius slept and find a respectable job.
If Draco had known what a nuisance Teddy would prove to be, he might never have taken the young wizard in. Though family, the two of them couldn’t have been more different, and they butted heads constantly. Draco wanted nothing more than to keep his head down, blend in with the sodding Muggles, and keep his family out of the limelight. He fought his biology at every step with seethe-suppressors and supplements that promised to alter his scent.
Teddy was another story.
AOAOAOAOAOAOAO
Teddy was the only child of two parents who had met a tragic end, the means of which were never discussed. He didn't miss them, he had never really known them, but he often cursed them for abandoning him to the care of his grandmother. She was a terribly old fashioned and cautious woman who cared very much about public appearances and not so much about entertaining the whims of an overactive young boy. Her strict ways made Teddy want to rebel, and when he finally got to Hogwarts and out from under her oppressive thumb, he went a little crazy.
Teddy ran with a pack of boys known for being tricksters, but too, they were also a racy sort with a flexible moral code and a very tolerant stance on most topics. At a young age, Teddy learned that he liked men and he liked sex, but most importantly he liked sex with men. He didn't pay much attention to the dynamics of alpha-beta-omega biology-clearly he was not an Alpha, but aside from that, he didn't care. He was young and having fun.
The party train was quickly derailed when Teddy graduated from school. His grandmother informed him that she had made arrangements for him to stay with his cousin Draco and his son Scorpius, both of whom he had seen a handful of times over scattered Christmases past. She seemed overly concerned with keeping Teddy away from the clutches of evil and controlling Alphas, citing her catatonic sister as evidence of what can go wrong in those sorts of relationships. Teddy wasn't certain that that particular fate was inevitable, but he was not ready to settle down and breed a family of pups yet. So, he reluctantly agreed to move in with Draco and his son. It had to be better than staying in the stuffy cottage with his grandmother and her pretentious friends, right?
Wrong.
Draco was the overly cautious, overprotective sort that hid his ten year old son away and never let him have friends over. Scorpius went to a public Muggle school and was the quiet type, though Teddy was certain he could draw him out out of his shell. They shared a room in a small dirty caravan which was not at all what Teddy was used to but sort of exciting, in a brand new adventure kind of way. To say the least, those feelings were short lived.
Teddy was seventeen and looking forward to living his life on his terms for once. And although he'd been subjected to strict rules while living with his grandmother, those imposed by Draco were absolutely ludicrous. Teddy could not have guests of the sexual sort or otherwise. He was not allowed to open the door to anyone other than Draco or Scorpius for any reason;, not even when the God squad came with their bibles and pamphlets. He was not allowed to do a number of magical spells which had the possibility of being noticed through the windows. He was not allowed out after dark and never anywhere at all without clearing it with Draco first. And perhaps the most limiting, no being noisy or calling attention to himself. This last one made life particularly difficult, though it was easy at least to understand why Scorpius was such a wallflower.
Despite their age gap and obvious differences, Scorpius and Teddy grew rather close, and it was for that reason alone that he put up with Draco's hissing and incessant nagging about Alphas and Omega heat suppressors for so long.
It had been seven years,in fact, and why he stayed that long, he never knew. One thing was for certain though, and that was that his tolerance for being bossed around was growing smaller and smaller with each heat cycle that passed. On the suppressors, Teddy was still aware of the need to breed, as he thought of it. It was three or four days of insurmountable horniness that was only briefly abated by shagging the daylights out of whoever he managed to pull, made infinitely less enjoyable by Draco constantly nagging him to be careful, and then yelling at him when he stayed out past curfew.
One day, Teddy woke up to Draco jiggling those infernal, horse-sized suppressors in his face and he just knew he was done. He was sick of the constant battle between them. He was ready for a change. Yes, today, he was done with rules and curfews and tiptoeing through his own life. He was done with the pills and done with Draco and the whole sodding lifestyle of an Omega in hiding. He wanted to be free. He wanted to experience the world. He wanted it all.
They had been going around for almost an hour, trading quips and insults, and Teddy was sick of the game. "I'm not taking them!” He yelled and threw the large white pills across the room at Draco, who ducked as if the pharmaceuticals might actually hurt him.
“Don’t be a bleeding idiot, Ted!” Draco argued as he shook another pair of pills out of the envelope. “Look at the calendar! You know your heat will start any day now, and we’ve got to take-”
“Proper precautions?” Teddy finished with a scowl. “I’m twenty four, and I’m through with taking precautions. Why don’t you give them to Scorp? He’s going to need them, isn’t he?”
“Have you even thought about the consequences?” Draco shrilled even as he glanced at Scorpius, who was curled in the corner, trying to make himself invisible.
"Sure!” Teddy lifted his hand and ticked them off on his fingers. “I find a man, get knotted, have some pups and spend the rest of my life taking care of my family-” It wasn't necessarily the adventure he had dreamed of in his youth, but it was a change in scenery as far as he was concerned.
“Or!” Draco interjected. “You get raped by the first Alpha who scents you, dragged in to the ministry who aborts your baby, sold as damaged goods to some brothel, and spend the rest of your life on your hands and knees, getting fucked by a bunch of losers who have something to prove...”
“Like you?” Teddy sneered.
Draco staggered as if Teddy had punched him in the gut, then snarled. “Yes, exactly like me you fucking arsehole. I did what I had to, to survive! I’m trying to help you do more than that, and if you would just open yo-”
“I’m not going to ignore my biology anymore, Draco! I am an Omega! I was born to breed! If you want to aspire to be something you're not, with some fucking lofty ambitions, then go right ahead, but I’ve accepted my station, so why can’t you?”
“Because your grandmother, my aunt-” Draco glared when Teddy rolled his eyes. “You know what? Go right ahead. Get yourself fucking killed for all I care. You’re twenty four, you know everything there is to know about life, right? Get the fuck out of here!” He flipped his hand at Teddy in a rage. “Get out before you have some crazy fucking Alpha sniffing around.
“Yeah, sure. Can’t have that, ‘specially since you’re already ruined and Queenie over there is overdue for his first heat...” Teddy jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Scorpius and scowled. He grabbed his pullover from the arm of the couch and began to jerk it on.
Scorpius pulled a face at Teddy and flipped the hood of his jumper up, drawing the strings tight. Teddy could see the hurt in his eyes. He knew his cousin didn't like being pulled into the middle of their rows. "Oh, hey, Scorp, c’mon, I didn’t mean it like that. Come with me, why don’t you? Your old man is scared, is all, and he’s got you scared, and there’s a great big world out there just waiting for us, we can do it together, huh buddy? C’mon."
Before Scorpius could formulate a response, Draco stepped between the two young men. His arms were folded. “Teddy, go if you’re going for fuck’s sake, but leave Scorpius out of this. He’s the one thing I’ve got and you’re not going to take him on some cocked up adventure. Christ. Just go.” Teddy looked almost hurt and Draco grabbed him by the arm at the last minute. He shoved two suppressors into the pocket of the pull-over. “In case you change your mind. Don’t be fucking stupid, Ted, alright? And you get yourself in trouble...”
“Yeah, yeah.” Teddy said, storming into the room he shared with Scorpius. He grabbed a backpack and began stuffing his clothes into it. “I won’t come back, don’t fucking worry. You won’t have to say, ‘I told you so,’.”
"Don't be an arse, Ted. You're family too. I was trying to say you can come back if you want to. Fuck, I'm not even throwing you out. Don't go. Take the sups and stay."
"That's my choice?" Teddy snorted out a laugh, zipped his bag, then brushed past Draco. "I'll take my chances...Scorp?" Teddy dropped his bag in front of the slight, towheaded boy curled on the couch and staring up at him with wide eyes.
"Teddy," Draco warned with a low growl.
"Don't twist your knickers..." Teddy grumbled, dropping his knees on the couch and shifting to embrace Scorpius. "See you 'round, little 'mega."
"Don't call me that," Scorpius protested. Despite the taunt, he locked his arms around Teddy's shoulders and nuzzled his neck companionably. "Don't go, Teddy!"
"Got to," Teddy grinned and pulled back, ruffling Scorpius' hair. "This caravan ain't big enough for three big ole drama queens, and you're bound to turn any minute now."
"Think so?" Scorpius whispered, his long thin arms trailing after Teddy as if he were loathe to let him go.
"Know it. I can smell it..."
"Can not!" Scorpius kicked at him, landing a half hearted strike in Teddy's flank.
"Alright, maybe not. But you've gotta be something, and at eighteen, you sure as hell ain't Alpha or Beta. Maybe you're a Muggle..."
"Dad's right...you need to go," Scorpius joked and shoved him farther away. "Jerk."
"Love you too brat," Teddy fondly said. "I'll be back. Gonna find me a mate. A good, big ole Alpha to treat me right. You'll see. I'll bring him back and prove your old man wrong." He picked up his bag and headed for the door.
"Teddy," Draco said as he dropped down beside his son and covered his face with his hands. "Be safe, idiot."
AOAOAOAOAOAOAO
Harry was leaning against the rear wall of the Muggle club, scouting his prospects when his nostrils suddenly flared. There was a sweetness on the breeze that blew in with the opened door, the likes of which he had not smelled before. His cock was hard before he even peeled away from the wall. As he made his way through the crowd,his head swiveled left and right, and he found himself following the scent right out onto the street. He spent a minute discerning the direction of the winds, then took off briskly in that direction.
Harry had to weave in and out of the crowd to keep up. Vaguely, he became aware that the stronger the scent became, the more his knot swelled. "C'mon baby," Harry was surprised to hear himself mutter.
Suddenly, it struck him. This is what an Omega smelled like. An unmated, unclaimed Omega that was ripe and juicy for the taking -no! Not taking. He couldn't just...he'd promised himself a long time ago that he wouldn't. And besides, what the hell was an unmated Omega doing, just traipsing around London's gay district? The ministry didn't allow unmated Omegas out of the placement dormitory. That's what Harry heard, anyway and -damn it! While he was busy wading through deep thoughts, the Omega was getting away!
Harry couldn't be certain that he was the only Alpha in Soho. He didn't smell any, but his nose was overcome by that sweetness, like an overly ripe fruit. He decided he would make sure that the Omega made it safely to his destination, and then Harry would return to the club and pick someone up for a one off to take care of his growing arousal. Yeah, right.
The crowd thinned and ahead, Harry made out a form of a male. He was perhaps two inches taller than Harry, with a shock of hair whose color was indescribable under the glare of the street lights. He had thin limbs and narrow but grabbable hips that swayed enticingly with each step. A backpack dangled off of one shoulder. A low growl escaped Harry before he could stop himself and the other man froze in place momentarily.
Slowly, the man's head swiveled to one side and his nostrils flared as he smelled the air, scented Harry out. A shiver ran through him and he swore quietly before lowering his head, exposing an expansive strip of neck that Harry inexplicably wanted to sink his teeth into.
"Alpha?" The young man questioned, swaying as he widened stance.
A fresh wave of sweetness washed over Harry and he groaned. He knew he should leave, needed to before he did something he would regret, but his feet only shuffled him closer. "Who are you? What are you doing here? God, you smell...smell...fuck!" His hips rolled and Harry was embarrassed by his inability to control himself.
"Maybe I'm looking for someone..." The man trailed. His tone sounded almost hopeful.
Harry swallowed thickly. "Perhaps you've found him."
"Oh?" Harry saw the other's Adam's apple Bob. He turned slowly, and Merlin be damned if he didn't have an angel's face. "I'm T-teddy."
"Harry," Harry said and slid closer. His palms itched to glide over those shoulders, under the thin t-shirt, along smooth flesh that he knew would simmer beneath his palms. He licked his lips again and again. "You got someplace to go, sweetheart?"
Teddy shook his head and bit his lip, then rolled his shoulder to readjust his satchel. "Got tossed out on my arse just this morning."
"Poor thing," Harry murmured, reaching a soothing hand out to Teddy's shoulder. There was a spark beneath his fingertips when their bodies connected and his hand closed. Teddy's knees weakened and he moaned. "Come to mine," Even to Harry's ears, it didn't sound like a request.
"Ah, shit. Are we...are we gonna..."
"Don't you want to?" Harry asked, running his thumb down Teddy's bicep.
Teddy stiffened and his head fell back as he whimpered. He crammed one hand into the pocket of his hoodie and felt for something, then shook his head. "Fuck. Fuuuuuck, Draco was right. Oh, Circe. Yeah, yeah. I do. Have to. Lets go..."
Harry pulled the young man into his arms and disapparated. They arrived just outside the motel Harry had secured, and, after several tries, Harry managed to jam the key into the lock and let them into his room. The door had barely shut when Harry pushed the Omega up against the wall and pressed their bodies flush. He dipped his nose to the pulse point behind Teddy’s ear, simultaneously snuffling and licking a trail under his chin and down his neck, nipping at the collar bone.
Teddy moaned wantonly and took Harry’s head in his hands, fingers in the hair. “Suppose you do this for all the lost boys?”
Harry snorted and crashed to his knees, shoving Teddy’s shirt up with one hand and yanking down the waistband of his denims with the other, burying his face against the young man’s belly, and rubbing it along the expanse of faintly freckled skin that stretched between jutting hip bones. “Never been this way for me before. Like a burning...I need...Gods, stop me if you have to...Merlin knows I won’t stop myself.”
Panting, Teddy rolled his head side to side, then yanked the hem of his shirt away from Harry and dragged the whole thing over his head. “I’ve never...I’ve never... with the sups, I never felt like this...was dulled, horny maybe, but Circe! Please...want, need...”
“More,” Harry finished for him, pushing himself to his feet. He lifted Teddy easily because, though the young man was taller, his frame was slighter. Harry dropped him on the bed and fell between his legs, pushing them up and apart. He nuzzled the backs of Teddy’s thighs and the apex between them, noting that the fabric was slightly damp. “Oh my fuck...” he groaned and began to lick the spot, adding to the wetness.
Teddy began to thrash. His hands, which had been trailing up and down his torso suddenly flew to the buckle of his belt and, with shaking hands, he stripped the leather away. “You brought my heat on, I swear you did. I had a few days left, and...how...Circe, I never knew it would be like this!”
Harry glanced up, his eyes heavily lidded, then began roughly tugging Teddy’s denims down. “Your...heat? That what you doing to me?” His low chuckle turned into a moan when Teddy was fully bared and he dragged his tongue up Teddy’s right leg, tasting him. Then he nosed Teddy’s straining member, his balls, his taint.
Teddy cried out in protest and tried to inch away when Harry pushed his legs apart once more , tasting the slick that had gushed from Teddy’s hole and wet his thighs, followed by a slow drag of his tongue over the rim of Teddy’s arsehole.
“You taste...” Harry licked his lips and closed his eyes then rocked his hips against the cheap box spring. “As good as you smell.” He pressed his forefinger against the slick pucker and watched his finger disappear.
“Shit, more...” Teddy begged, bucking against him, then sighed when Harry complied. “Didn’t think it would be this fast,” he gasped. “Thought I would, you know...Circe, have time to get to know someone. At least a li’l, oh! Can you just....yessss. Noooo, more."
Harry laughed a bit breathlessly and climbed up between the Omegas parted thighs. His cock slipped easily into the crack of Teddy's arse where he rubbed it teasingly until the Omega went into a frenzy trying to impale himself. "Easy, easy..." Harry said in a calm tone that belied the urgency he felt. He hooked his hands beneath Teddy's thighs and hauled him up, pushing inside with a single, slow and steady stroke. He was hot and slick like any other hole Harry had been in, but each time he rocked his hips, the sweet scent wafted and it was very nearly that smell alone that was driving him mad.
As he built up speed, Harry tucked Teddy's legs over his shoulders. He had always enjoyed watching his cock moving in and out of his lover and this time was no different.
The first time Harry accidentally bumped his knot against Teddy's arsehole, the Omega's eyes grew wide and he clutched at Harry. "Oh my fucking God! Is tha ...that your knot? Oh fuck, it's huge!" He gasped when Harry purposely delivered another hard thrust.
"You can take it, baby," Harry crooned, reaching down and tugging Teddy's cock a few times. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna make you feel so good," Harry didn't think he had ever said such a thing before, although he was pretty sure he'd ripped it straight out of a porn vid. Teddy's rim was a vice around him, and he worked a finger in alongside of his cock, just to make room for his knot. When Harry thought Teddy was loose enough, he fucked him harder, forcing his knot in and out a few times before coming with a howl.
Teddy ground his teeth together and keened as Harry collapsed on top of him, continuing to rock as his knot swelled further. After a minute, Harry resumed stroking the Omega's cock. Teddy bucked and thrashed, his nails digging into Harry's back as he reached orgasm.
Harry buried his face into the crook of Teddy's shoulder, licking and gently gnawing him. "I-is that it?" Teddy said breathlessly.
"What?" Harry grunted as he pumped another load of spunk into the hot channel that gripped him.
"My heat," he said dumbly. "It never passed so quickly before."
"Hell if I know," Harry said, rolling them onto their sides. "Hope you're comfortable. Gonna be awhile..."
Harry and Teddy made some awkward small talk but ultimately, Harry ended up falling asleep before their tie loosened.
AOAOAOAOAOAOAO
Teddy had spent the last three days in a bizarre cycle of mating, sleeping, eating, and showering, not necessarily in that order. While they were fucking, Harry seemed like a God and all Teddy could think about was wanting him. But those hours while they were tied together by a swollen bulb of flesh were some of the most tedious of his life. He learned a multitude of things about the Alpha, such as, he was raised by Muggles and appeared to be a gypsy without a steady job. And Harry didn't have a firm grasp on his biology or Wizarding politics, although he did seem somewhat of an accidental abolitionist in regards to the policing of the Omegas.
Perhaps most distressing to Teddy was that Harry hadn't kissed him once while they were mating or otherwise. Sure, he was a proficient and generous lover and there was something to be said for that. But aside from the thrumming undercurrent of lust that glazed his actions, Teddy just hadn't felt that spark. He was pained to admit that Draco had been right all along. Teddy had been taken in by the first Alpha that came along and fucked six ways from Sunday. But what would Harry do now that Teddy's heat was over? Would he try to take Teddy with him, wherever it was that he was going? Probably. Last night while they were fucking, Harry had clamped his teeth down on Teddy's neck, broken the skin, bonded him through blood. He hadn't even asked Teddy before he did it, and Teddy cried, not from pain but the feel of his magic changing, shifting alliances.
Teddy was afraid and confused. He felt betrayed by his body. So when six hours had passed without his heat flaring, Teddy was pretty sure it had passed. The Alpha was still sleeping, and Teddy knew this was his only chance. He worked his way out from under Harry, wiped himself on the sheets, and dressed. He remembered how Draco had said that you do what you have to in order to survive. So, Teddy felt only a little remorse helping himself to the cash in Harry's wallet before disappearing into the early hours of the morning. Draco might have been right, but it didn't mean Teddy had to go home yet, not with his tail tucked between his legs and his head down. He was going to do something he was proud of. He was going to find someone who wanted him, bonded Omega or not.
AOAOAOAOAOAOAO
For four months, Harry had been on the lookout for Teddy. He'd been a little surprised to wake up and find the Omega gone, but blamed himself. During their last encounter, he'd gotten a little aggressive and bitten him hard enough to draw blood; It must have scared Teddy off. Harry wished he could have maintained control of his animalistic urges, because he had been pining for the spitfire Omega since.
It was funny how quickly things, and people, could change. Before Teddy, Harry was satisfied with his lot in life. Now, he was certain he wanted more. He thought of having a family again. A mate, children. He didn't need the collective pack, he could make one of his very own. And Teddy couldn't be the only rogue Omega. Harry knew this in his gut. He was determined to find another one for himself and vowed that things would be different this time.
Harry was driving past Bracknell with his windows down, arm dangling out the window and browning in the warm sun when he caught a faint whiff of sweetness in the air. It was simultaneously familiar and new and he was struck by a sense of déjà vu. Without really thinking about it, he turned off the main road and drove through the town, scenting the air.
It was a small Muggle town and the clerk at the grocer's was able to tell him of a construction team scheduled to work on a bridge throughout the summer. Harry thanked him for the prospect after buying a case of bottled water, a loaf of bread and a jar of cheap peanut butter. It did not take long to track down the site manager and with his experience, secure a position on the team. He even picked up a good tip on cheap housing that rented month to month and didn’t require a deposit. It was a caravan park, but to Harry, it sounded infinitely better than an extended stay motel room.
As he followed the directions he’d been provided, he picked up that sweet scent on the breeze again, and it got stronger the nearer he got to his destination. Maybe things were looking up for once; maybe it was a sign. With a whistle and a jaunt in his step, Harry got out of his van and leapt up the steps, rapping on the park manager’s door.
AOAOAOAOAOAOAO
Draco was sitting on the couch, resting his aching feet on his day off from the restaurant he busted his tail at six days a week, serving mediocre quality food to Muggles. The spell he’d cast to warm the muscles and soothe the tendons was wearing off, but he was too lazy to re-cast it. Across from him, Scorpius was draped over the arms of the recliner, working on his home work. He attended Muggle School and was a year behind his age mates because of Draco’s insecurities. Scorpius, bless him, didn’t seem to hold any grudges about it and was excited to graduate in a few short weeks.
It had been a beautiful day. The windows were open, and the afternoon breeze was blowing the curtains, bringing with them the smell of sunshine, cut grass, and ...something else. Draco sniffed, his head turning as the musky scent grew stronger. “What is that?” He grumbled to himself, pushing off the couch and half-hobbling to the door. He stepped out onto the porch, drinking in a great breath. He knew that smell, and it made his body tense and his heart race in a way that screamed, Danger!
Blinking into the bright sunlight, Draco watched as an unfamiliar looking dark-haired man hopped down the steps of the manager’s caravan and climbed into junked-out blue van. He was short, well-muscled, tan, and fucking gorgeous. Just as Draco was beginning to consider his rapidly growing attraction to the stranger, realization dawned on him. He scrambled back into the caravan, slamming the door shut and bolting it.
“Scorpius, get in the back bedroom and shut the door!”
Scorpius looked up from his work, a look of concern painted on his face. Nevertheless, he got up slowly, rearranging his school work as he went.
Draco grabbed Scorpius by the arm and hauled him along, wedging himself into the cramped room that held two twin beds and two dressers. Teddy and Scorpius had once shared it, but Teddy hadn’t been home in months. He pushed the door shut, then closed the window and the drapes. He knew he was scaring his son, but he couldn’t help it. He had to think. Had to keep them safe.