Mates by accident, yours by choice / JayDami Omegavers

Patrol

Jason

Jason came with a low growl. He let himself calm down before he pulled out and rolled off of Roy. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled on his pants. Roy looked at him, raising a brow.

"So, not that I'm complaining. But why did you climb in my window in the middle of the night and fucked me without a word? I mean really not complaining, but you could at least booty call me before you come.

"Are you telling me I shouldn't come over and fuck you randomly?" Roy stammered a bit.

"Eh, well no, I don't really mind. I'd just feel a lot less like a slut, if you called in advance." Jason chuckled and turned around giving Roy a kiss.

"Sorry, I will next time. Just really needed it. Ruts a bitch, oh and so are you by the way." Jason grinned and stood up. Looking for his shirt.

"I thought your rut wasn't for another two months." Jason thought for a while if he should tell Roy or not. "Jay?" Roy rolled over to his side. Resting his head on his hand.

"Damian entered his first heat. It set off my rut early." Roy burst out laughing.

"Oh shit, I didn't think that normally affected you." Jason was deep in thought.

"It normally doesn't." He mumbled to himself. He was as confused as Roy. His rut had been regularly recurring for as long as he could remember. And suddenly it now changed to sync with Damian. It was confusing. Jason put his suit back on and gave his best friend a last kiss before exited through the window.

It was around midnight and he thought he might do some short patrolling before going home to his safe house. He knew he shouldn't really patrol while in his rut. But he had just taken his frustration out on Roy so he thought it would be fine.

Suddenly a breeze hit him and it carried a hint of an alluring smell. Jason stopped. He couldn't place the scent, nor what it smelled like. He followed the scent trail and it slowly got stronger and he felt himself getting aroused. What the hell? The closer he got the more determined he was to find the source of the scent. He soon came up on a warehouse. He quietly peeked through a half open door and his vision turned red at what he saw.

Damian

Damian knew he should have listened to Dick and stayed home but something drove him to steal his extra suit from Dick's hero locker and sneak out as soon as the family was asleep. Blüdhaven was cold, and if Gotham was gloomy, Blüdhaven was worse. It was like all the ones that were too bad or maybe not bad enough for Gotham lived there and it made the streets unsafe. Damian stopped four separate crimes in less than half an hour. He needed to blow off some steam and he was feeling a little better. The fresh cold night air helped him with the nausea and his fever like heat. And the scent damper did it's job. He knew Dick was probably right and he should not patrol much when in heat. But he needed this. He needed it so badly.

He stopped up on a roof top as he recalled the scent of smoke and leather he had smelled earlier. He didn't know why but it was lingering in his mind. Like it brought back some kind of memory he couldn't quite place. Like when you smell something that makes you all nostalgic for your childhood. Well for Damian those smells were of dirt, blood and sweat, not the normal candy scented erasers most kids remember. Damian was lost in thought and didn't notice the person sneaking up behind him. He was knocked over the head with a blunt object and blacked out.

He woke up some time later. His head hurt worse than before and when he finally opened his eyes he could see he was in a big warehouse, tied with tight rope.

"Well well, Who knew the lovely scent came from a little Robin." A sickening voice came from one of the dark corners. Damian didn't answer, but focused on identifying his kidnapper. Soon a large alpha female emerged from the shadows. She was huge, built like a tank, and her eyes were lustful. Damian recognised her as a drug smuggler located in Blüdhaven.

"Release me at once, you scum. Or you'll be sorry." Damian growled. The alpha laughed.

"Oh, will I now? Listen kid, you should know better than to be out in your condition, something bad could happen to you." She said the last sentence with so much lust and mischief that it sent a chill down Damians spine. He needed to get out of there now. "So where do you wanna start?" The woman reached down to his crotch but thanks to his crotch shield she couldn't get to him. Damian used the opportunity to head but her in the face and she stumbled backwards, her nose bleeding like a fosit. "You little shit!" She kicked Damian hard in the side, making him fall to his side and slide a meter. Damian tried to regain air but before he could take a deep breath he felt a shoe hit his stomach. He spat out blood and tried again to take another deep breath. He saw as the boot readied itself for another kick. This time aimed at his face. Damian squeezed his eyes together but the hit never came. Instead a loud bang echoed through the warehouse followed by the woman's scream. But what shocked Damian the most was the undeniable smell of smoke and Leather.

He opened his eyes and to his surprise saw Red hood fighting the woman. He was growling at her and the fight was brutal. Not only was it a vigilante protecting another from a villain but also two alphas fighting over an omega in heat. Damian was able to untie his bonds and stand up. He sent a bat-a-rang flying at the woman. Hitting her in her shoulder. She screamed and grabbed her shoulder. Looking at the two before her. Seeing that she now would be fighting two vigilantes instead of one she cut her losses and ran. Normally they would have chased her down but neither moved. Jason had turned and looked at Damian, his nose twitched, smelling the overwhelming scent Damian was emitting even with the scent damper. Damian was equally as interested. The scent he had smelled. It was Jason. The lovely scent of smoke from a burning fire and that of fresh leather. It was intoxicating.

Jason started to slowly walk towards Damian with determined steps. Damian felt his entire being tingle. And the closer Jason came the more intense it became. Soon Jason was towering over Damian and so close Damian couldn't smell anything but him. Jason bent down burying his nose in the crook of Damian's neck. Damian did nothing to stop him. He couldn't. For the first time in his life he was in complete submission. Jason breathed in and Damian shivered as he breathed out again against his neck. Then Jason reached for Damian's Robin symbol and pressed a button, shutting off the scent damper.

It hit like a brick. Damian's scent intensified and he felt himself lose consciousness, But he was still standing. He fell into the darkness of his own scent mixing with Jason, letting the beast inside take full control. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain at the base of his neck.