Being Omega

Cinnamon and Gunpowder

Connor roused himself. Heat washed across his skin. It burned. He winced, LED spinning red as he watched his internal heat levels rising. Too hot...He was in a haze, breathing deeply to cool his processors. He whined in distress. His body felt heavy as he turned his head and tried to focus on the room. Reed was sitting up, slumped against the wall. His body was flushed, almost glowing in the humid air. Reed swallowed and turned his head, barely waking up. He looked around with dazed eyes that were a mixture of green and gold. Coffee and cinnamon seeped out in a desperate, searching cry. Nines? Wants...Nines...Connor realised in a daze. He trembled as a gentle hand crept up his thigh.

"Hey, pretty one. You awake now?" Allen's soft and slightly worn voice asked as he appeared above him. Connor felt a rush of need in his demanding scent. Allen smelled nice, like freshly laid cement. Connor let out a soft hum in response, barely able to turn his head to look up at his sculpted body. "Hey, hello," Allen cooed as he took his time, stroking Connor's heated cheek with a gentle smile. Connor's omega was purring in lazy contentment, happily tangling with Allen's looming alpha. Connor gasped as Allen leaned down to gently tease one of his nipples with his teeth. His spine arched, amber tinted eyes closing as he tipped his head back in wanton submission. More! More-please!

He felt sharp teeth scraping along the edge of the heavy chafing collar on his neck, teasing his sensitive skin. Connor trembled. Those deliciously teasing points were so close to his bonding site. He whined and preened at the attention. Insistent lips kissed their way up to his mouth, claiming it with a soothing kiss. Allen worked his tongue slowly. It glided between Connor's lips, dragging along his teeth to tease his tongue in a slow dance. He smiled as he felt Connor whine into his mouth needily. He reached down, stroking Connor's solid length and thumbing his leaking tip.

"Can you turn over for me?" Allen asked softly, a hand on Connor's side gently helping as he turned and rose on quivering knees. He was still tired. His omega was keened with delight. This was an extremely submissive position. The alpha would have full reign over his body. His dripping entrance was raised in submissive offering, his submission point was on display, as was his bonding site. Connor gripped the sheets tightly, moaning as he felt probing fingers at his entrance. He moaned as Allen examined him, making sure he was still good and loose before pressing himself inside. His alpha purred its approval, encouraging him to lean down and cage Connor against the bed.

"G-good...good..." Connor whined as he buried his face in the damp sheets. His eyes scrunched shut as he felt Allen's hands squeeze his hips. Allen cooed and soothed him with kind words, gently bouncing and grinding his pelvis against Connor's rounded ass. Connor turned his head once more, watching Reed lazily open his eyes. More of his needy scent leached out in a desperate cry. Nines...good...wants...so badly...Connor thought hazily, arching his spine with a cry as Allen snapped his hips forward.

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Nines' LED blinked yellow as he received Connor's message. It was just one word. Nines. His LED flickered red as he raised his head and looked down the corridor, automatically thinking the worst. It wasn't like Connor to send written messages when he could talk. Is something wrong? Connor's in trouble! Connor needs me! He was worried. He got to his feet and headed to the cell without a second thought. His alpha was already growling murderously at Nines' tense distress. They were a singular being. Connor was his alpha's brother as much as he was Nines'. Nines didn't hesitate as he rested his hand against the lock and hacked it, forcing it to recognise Tina's print.

"Connor!" he growled as he opened the door and stepped inside, allowing it to shut behind him to limit the omega pheromones leaking out into the bullpen. The scents slammed him immediately, almost making his knees buckle. His alpha reeled at the delicious sensations. He could feel the silver in his eyes intensifying, though it made little difference. He'd been designed with alpha silver as his primary colouring. Nines growled as he looked across at Connor, who was currently writhing on his knees in wanton submission, raising his hips for Allen to plough into him from behind. "Connor? Do you require assistance?" Nines asked firmly, wincing as Reed's cinnamon scent washed over him needily. It was so strong. So demanding.