The Omega Awakened: A M/M Omegaverse Erotic Short Fiction (Omegan Tales Book 1)

by Elijah Stierne

  When the water bottles in her arm dropped to the mattress, bouncing slightly before rolling toward Jackson, the doctor reached into her pocket and produced an identical plastic container, tossing it onto the middle of the bed. Jackson watched it land, and then looked back up at her with his eyebrows raised.

  “A quick lesson for both of you,” she said. “When you mate, your physiology changes. The point is to form a bond between the two of you so that you’re more in tune physically and mentally. A lot of what you’re thinking and feeling right now will settle, I promise. Even between your last heat and this heat, you’ve both mellowed out quite a bit, right?”

  “Yeah,” Micah scoffed, ever the firecracker, ready to pop off at any minute. “But when will it settle?”

  “We can’t say,” the doctor said. “Everyone is different. But these symptoms are all part of the process.”

  “I feel like I’m losing myself,” Micah told her. “And we’re not gonna work - this isn’t gonna work when this phase passes.”

  The doctor took a deep breath and then looked between both of them.

  “There are so many things, not even heats and ruts, that are a process we just have to go through. Both of you are still young. Early twenties. You haven’t even finished finding yourselves yet. So don’t worry. You’re not losing yourselves,” When Jackson just stared at her, the doctor clicked again and said, “Take your pills, sweetie. And drink the water.”

  “What are they?” Jackson croaked.

  “Suppressants,” the doctor said. When both Micah and Jackson opened their mouths in protest, the doctor put up her hand, glaring between the two of them. “Weak suppressants. They’ll only work for a few hours. It looks like the two of you are overdue for a scenting. No - not the weak, ten minute type that you younger folks think is enough to maintain a bond, but a proper one. Sounds to me like you’re both going through a rejection right now. We need to fix that.”

  “He’s not - we didn’t - I never told him no,” Micah sputtered.

  “Not everything you tell him comes from your mouth, my dear,” the doctor replied evenly. “Actions are enough. This is a textbook case of acute rejection. From the sound of things, you spent too much time away from one another too early in the bond, and Jackson’s alpha isn’t taking it well. It’s causing a chain reaction,” the doctor said. She tugged on the collar of her coat, looking between the two of them. An aged, but obvious, mating mark was branded into her skin and she showed it off proudly. “Been there, done that. I get it. Sometimes it’s hard to cope with how you act when you’re in love. It’s all hormones. Nobody’s immune, not even the betas who run around as if they don’t bend over backwards to find mate. Don’t panic right now. Take your medicine. It’ll help.”

  Jackson reached for the container, popping it open and pouring the colorful pills into the warm palm of his hand. He was sweating. The medicine was sticking to his skin from the condensation, and he shook his hand to get them to move a bit. When it was clear the doctor wasn’t going to budge, Jackson tossed them into his mouth, and then grabbed a bottle of water, cracked it open, and took a swig.

  Micah did the same.

  “The pills will wear off in an hour. Give them about ten minutes to work. You’ll know when you’re good to go. I want you both scenting until the rut hits, understand?”

  “But what if his alpha still doesn’t want me?” Micah asked.

  “His alpha never stopped wanting you. He’d be in a much worse state if that were the case. But once his mood is stabilized, do your best to talk it out - don’t ask me what it is - whatever you were mumbling before I came, that’s probably it,” she said. Then, as an aside, she giggled and pointed to the half-formed nest at the end of the bed. She cooed, “Oh, Micah. Did you make that while he was sleeping?”

  “What?”

  Micah peeking around her body and then flushing when he noticed. His nest. “Oh. Yeah. I didn’t mean to. It’s just something I’ve been doing lately.”

  “Well it’s beautiful. Quite a bit neater than I’m used to seeing. Most omega I know shred the blankets first.”

  Micah huffed and covered his face with his hands. He’d stopped crying, so that was a plus. Jackson was happy with that.

  “Don’t you think it looks good, Jackson?” The doctor asked.

  Jackson didn’t miss the way Micah tensed. When the room lapsed into an awkward silence, Jackson remembered that he was supposed to be fixing this situation. He didn’t want Micah to get the wrong idea, didn’t want to imagine Micah in his position, questioning whether or not he was going to be lucky enough to keep this chance. There wasn’t any way he was going to let his omega think he didn’t want him.

  “It’s perfect,” Jackson whispered. “I love his nests.”

  “Nesting practices are so interesting. About a third of omegas pick up the behavior after mating. It’s especially fascinating when you consider that omega males can’t really have children, and so don’t need a nest,” she continued, voice just a soft mumble. “Right. Okay. Well, I’ll grab some more blankets for you and bring them in. Finish your waters, please, and then get to scenting. Jackson, go and fix yourself up a bit. Toothbrush and face towel is in the bathroom. Keep your alpha under control.”

  Jackson huffed, already feeling the cool flush of the pills as they hit his system.

  As the pills kicked in, he felt more like himself than he had in weeks. The window he was watching the world through was clear of the grime that made his vision hazy, and the anxiety that he’d been feeling began to dissipate slowly.

  With a huge sigh of relief, the alpha straightened his back. Then he looked at Micah. The omega was staring at him with a small, shy smile on his face, and Jackson returned it automatically. It was as if they were connecting for the first time, him and Micah, and the world had never seemed clearer.

  This was certainly bigger than their bodies.

  In response to the doctor, all Jackson could say was, “Yes, ma’am.”

  5

  Micah

  Scenting was a funny thing.

  Micah had read a lot about it in his physiology classes, but never put much weight behind the importance of it. According to text books, and teachers, and parents, and friends, and everybody with two words to say about it, there was nothing in the world that compared. Nothing it couldn’t fix. An evolutionary skeleton key.

  Much like every lie he’d been told since he was old enough to understand the words, the idea of scenting had felt like bullshit. Micah remembered being young, having his mother nuzzle his neck before he left to catch the bus. He remembered being in school and the teacher forcing him to nuzzle classmates he was fighting with in way of apology. He remembered the first man he’d ever dated, how they’d spend hours in bed together, occasionally nosing curiously at each other’s necks just to remind themselves of the scent.

  Really, all he’d learned from those experiences was that it was normal to sniff people and then act like you weren’t an emotional wreck. Somehow, he’d learned a lot of things when he was young. He doubted the intended lessons were the ones he’d taken away.

  The truth was that scenting, or what people had called scenting, wasn’t at all like what Jackson was doing now. It had started off the same, just the two of them awkwardly crawling into bed together, and Jackson apologizing for making things strange. Micah had licked his lips and said me too. and they’d gotten into position, with Jackson at Micah’s back, his arms firmly around the omega’s waist.

  It was comfortable, but not outstanding. If it weren’t for the suppressants, the position would have forced them into arguing or fucking from the get go, but the two of them were numb, and so had the presence of mind to relax and wait. Exercise a bit of patience or a bit of restraint, both things that Micah felt he’d been lacking the last month.

  For the first ten minutes, everything had been familiar. Micah had tilted his head forward to expose his mating scar to the alpha behind him, and the man had leaned forward hesita
ntly to latch his lips over it, kissing it once, twice, and then starting to run his nose gently along the raised skin. It felt nice - was never going to feel bad when the nerves bundled in it were so sensitive all of the time - but an hour seemed like a lot. Micah didn’t want it to become irritated.

  He trusted the doctor’s orders, but only because he was afraid to be trapped in the purgatory of their anxieties with no other forthcoming solution.

  There was little else to do to pass the time but talk. He felt a few times as if Jackson meant to speak, but the alpha never did. Eventually, Micah was the first to take the plunge.

  “I never meant to reject you,” he’d said quietly. “I didn’t know that’s what I was doing.”

  “Mm,” Jackson hummed. The alpha’s mouth was a sure and steady presence at the base of his neck, and the man’s arm was flexing against his waist, tightening and loosening as he scented the omega leisurely. He alternated between using his nose to rub, and his tongue and teeth to lick and nibble.

  “You’re a good alpha. I don’t want you to think otherwise.”

  “How can you tell?” Jackson asked. He sounded high, voice slightly slurred. Micah had a feeling that the alpha was already under the pheromones, just talking impulsively. “I might change too, you know.”

  “I expect it,” Micah told him. The omega lifted his wrist to his face, staring at the chain as it dangled from his small wrist. It was so ugly, but Micah had almost grown used to the feeling of it around his arm. The room was quiet except for the huffing of Jackson’s breath as the man sniffed and tasted him. Micah moaned softly, lowering his arm and then adjusting himself. A particular stroke of Jackson’s tongue made his body jolt. When he continued, his voice had changed, suddenly a little higher, a little breathier. “I don’t like illogical things. It made sense for me to be in that class, to share what I was and how I worked. Then I saw you. Not at first, of course, but maybe I’d noticed you subconsciously. Maybe that’s how I knew we’d be good together, but fuck - I wish I’d have known what was gonna happen to us.”

  Jackson grumbled and tightened his arm around Micah’s waist possessively. The man’s scent was like honey. It was so thick in the air that Micah was starting to get lightheaded from it.

  “You wouldn’t have come?” He asked.

  “No. I still would’ve gone. I just would’ve found you first,” Micah laughed, curling inward when Jackson tickled his neck accidentally. “Fucked up my whole legacy being in a class with you. But I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier. I wanna give this a shot. I’m not giving you up, Jackson. You’re my mate.”

  “Who doesn’t know you.”

  “Who can learn me along the way,” Micah amended. “The doctor’s right. We’re all just hormones in the end. Some are worth following.”

  Jackson nuzzled easily then. He pressed himself closer to Micah’s neck and kissed him sweetly, just the soft and warm press of his lips around the scarring, and then went back to licking and sucking at the scar, falling into a steady pattern.

  That’s how ten minutes had bled into twenty minutes and then thirty minutes. With each drag of Jackson’s tongue along his skin, Micah slipped deeper and deeper into a blank headspace, the pinprick of his attention focused on his mate’s tongue against his neck. It was the strangest transition, almost unrecognizable, and Micah wouldn’t have noticed it at all if Jackson wouldn’t have growled and nipped to no effect. Micah was too blissed out to respond properly.

  The weightlessness, the easiness, this was what the doctor had ordered.

  Right then, there wasn’t a problem in the world. Micah was feeling safe and secure. He’d never felt so high. His eyelids were like weights when he tried to open them, his mouth open, breath coming out in small little whimpers that Jackson responded beautifully to. The man slowly but surely rolled them over, until he was on top of Micah’s back, scenting him and mounting him at the same time. Micah was purring, trilling, arching his back and presenting his ass while Jackson chased his neck so that he could keep them together.

  “You sound so fucking good to me right now,” Jackson slurred. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before in my life.”

  “Mmm,” Micah said, unable to form any immediate words that weren’t fuck and yes. His head lolled forward onto the pillow, his chest sinking towards the mattress. His back was bent sharply and he had a fleeting worry that he’d pull a muscle this way. “Me too. Feels like I’m floating.”

  Jackson straightened up. He was in the proper position to fuck his omega. With a smooth determination, the alpha hooked his thumbs into the omega’s pants and tugged, slowly exposing the man’s ass to the room. Micah keened, wiggling a bit when the pants were bunched on the mattress around his knees, showing his wetness off to the man behind him. Once thing that he knew, even in this hazy euphoria, was that Jackson got him wet. Made him so hot for it that he leaked like he never had.

  “Keep floating,” Jackson suggested. “Let’s see if we can make it even better than this.”

  “Yeah,” Micah moaned. “Fuck. Okay.”

  Micah was still trying to figure it all out. Strangers, or lovers, or something in between, his alpha was an exemplary alpha. In a shit sandwich, the man was the bread. He was the silver lining, the light at the end of the tunnel.

  Micah knew it better than anyone. Jackson could have been a cunt of a man.

  He could’ve been every alpha in the class who had hissed and growled at him when he challenged their outdated ideals. He could’ve been those street alpha who would grip and tug at his pants, run their hands through his hair, ask him for his number and then degrade him when he said no. An alpha that was unbendable, unbreakable, and strong didn’t necessarily become an alpha who was careful, loving, and kind.

  Micah felt as if somehow he’d gotten the best of both worlds with the man hunched over his back.

  There was so much to fix before Micah could go back to who he’d been before. So much needed to change if they wanted both of their personalities to fit in the small bubble of their relationship. That was the expectation. That was the logic.

  But here in this space, Micah felt as if the two of them matched perfectly.

  Jackson stretched him with fingers that he didn’t need, pushing two right between Micah’s legs. Micah panted, tilting his head to the side so that he could breathe more easily. The air was saturated with their scents. Their pheromones were intermingled, intertwined. Micah’s scenting had made him loopy, and now Jackson’s fingers fucking into him slowly were causing him to malfunction completely.

  “Fuck, Jackson,” Micah breathed.

  They needed this. Not just the sex, but the intimacy. Jackson leaned over and kissed the divot in the small of Micah’s back. His lips trailed easily over the swell of Micah’s ass and he nipped at the skin of the man’s cheeks. He was teasing, just playing with Micah’s body to see what would happen, and Micah responded so primitively. He spread his legs even more, moaning at the clench of his body around the movements of his alpha’s fingers.

  “'M gonna give you what you want,” Jackson mumbled. “Your alpha’s gonna give you everything.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Mm,” Jackson hummed. He continued to fuck Micah with his fingers, until the omega was rocking on his knees and pushing back on them, trying to take the man deeper. His instincts usually weren’t satisfied with something as small and unimportant as fingers, but Micah was more than happy that Jackson was taking his time, learning the omega’s body, keeping the two of them in a state of flux. He’d only every heard horror stories about sporty alphas in their last few years of college: pompous assholes without a shred of care for the person they shared a bed with. But Jackson wasn’t like that. Hadn’t been like that with him yet.

  And maybe there was more to the man that Micah hadn’t seen yet.

  Maybe there was more to the alpha that Micah needed to learn.

  Maybe it was time for Micah to stop wondering what Jackson was going to do and who he
was going to be, and start focusing instead on the things that he was already doing. Like fingering the fuck out of him and then removing his fingers only when Micah was begging for his cock instead.

  When the alpha lined up, he made himself comfortable by bending himself over Micah’s back. They slot together like neighboring puzzle pieces, fitting each other so precisely. Micah’s scar was a magnet for Jackson’s lips, and he could feel the pressure of the man’s teeth over the sensitive mark.

  “Let’s do it again,” Jackson suggested. Micah didn’t need to ask what. He already knew. A mating could only happen once, but the alpha could reopen the bond anytime he wanted by cutting through the skin and biting him again. It wouldn’t change anything, but it would certainly reignite whatever manic need he already had for the alpha. It was tempting. It was also unnecessary. “Let me open you back up, hmm? Say you still want it.”

  Micah’s eyes rolled back into his head. With every teasing movement of the Jackson’s teeth over the omega’s skin, his options fluttered through his mind. The bracelet rubbed against his wrist. He was arching his back, rubbing his ass up against Jackson’s cock.

  Who did he want to be with this alpha?

  Someone a little more vulnerable, perhaps. A little more willing to do illogical things for the sake of his own happiness.

  He felt good with Jackson. The doctor was right. He could question the rest of it later.

  Micah took a deep breath and tucked his chin to his chest, baring his scar properly.

  “Do it,” Micah said.

  He could feel the pause behind him. Jackson was shocked, or at least, that’s what the wavering movements felt like. Micah was a bit astonished, himself. He didn’t have long to mull over it. Jackson began to growl. The alpha gripped his hips hard, nudging forward so that his dick was sliding through the wet slick at Micah’s cheeks and pressing up against his quivering hole. Then he talked to the scar directly, teeth fitting neatly into the divots of the marred skin that he’d left on the man’s shoulder before. He pushed into Micah smoothly, one thrust that took him all the way forward, and Micah cried out as he was filled to the brim, stuffed full of Jackson’s cock. The alpha hissed, and before he bit down on the scar to reopen it, flooding them both with endorphins enough to knock them on their asses, he whispered, “Mine.”