Being Omega

Bite Mark

What-the-phck-what-the-phck-what-the-phck? Reed gasped as his eyes snapped open. His heart was pounding as he pushed himself up. His head span as he looked down in horror at the chewed up remnants of the thick collar. His pulse raced as he registered the stinging, aching pain in his neck. No-no-no-no! The desperate thought was like a mantra as he reached up and touched the tender welt. He winced. A burning sensation flooded the patch of raw skin. There was blood on his fingers as he drew back. His breaths quickened. Too fast. Too short. He wasn't taking in enough air, but he was taking in too much. His head felt light as he stumbled to his feet and fell almost immediately.

"Breathe Gavin! Breathe..." Nines' voice soothed, strong arms encasing him almost tenderly from behind. Reed whimpered vulnerably. His head was still spinning. The collar was off. His collar was off. His fucking collar was off! He trembled in Nines' arms, panicking blindly as the room continued to turn in his unsteady vision. "Hush," Nines whispered, metal and gunpowder seeping out to soothe and curl around his frazzled nerves. Reed's distress was unsettling his omega. Reed was inconsolable, even as his omega butted and nuzzled him in comfort. Nines breathed slowly and deeply, giving Reed a pattern to follow. He clung to it desperately, barely able to gulp in enough air to stop a full-blown panic attack.

"D-did you? A-are we?" he asked hesitantly, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He felt sick at the thought. How the fuck had this happened? What was Tina thinking, letting him in here? Why had Nines even come in the first place? Had something happened to Connor? Had Connor needed help? Where the fuck was Connor? The room was empty of scents besides theirs. The stale scent of sex was in the air, but he could tell Connor hadn't been in the room for an hour at least. Nines' alpha was growling in discontent. It didn't understand Reed's distress. Why was he so upset? Nines was a good, strong alpha. Reed should have been begging for his bond. Nines sighed internally. He agreed to an extent, but Reed was a distressed omega. As an alpha, it was Nines' job to calm him.

"I...I am uncertain," Nines replied with uncharacteristic gentleness as his sawn metal scent filled the room. Reed was unsure how to feel about that. If Nines didn't know, did that mean it was okay? Did that mean he'd missed the mark? He was also satisfied to detect a hint of guilt beneath that gentleness. Nines knew he'd done something wrong at least. It was more than Reed generally expected of an alpha. "I managed to stop myself when you screamed, but there is some...damage," Nines compromised softly, keeping an arm around Reed as he ran his fingers through his thick brunette locks. He couldn't help breathing in Reed's sweet scent, instinctively trying to find a hint of his own to confirm his claim. He wanted to lean down to lick and soothe the bite, to ensure it took hold. That would go against what Reed wanted though. Reed shuddered with dread. He felt sick to his core. He didn't feel any different. Did that mean he was still unbound? Unclaimed? He'd have to see a doctor and get tested to know for sure.

"Phck! Phck-phck-phcking-phck!" Reed cursed blindly as he shrugged away from Nines, almost collapsing as his legs gave out. He caught himself against the wall and looked around to see the room was empty besides the two of them, and Nines was now dressed. Having just woken up, Reed was still completely naked. His skin was filthy. Sticky with old semen, slick and sweat. He felt disgusting. What happened to the rest of my heat? He cursed inwardly at the scent of stale sex in the room. Was I sleeping? Or did I keep knotting with Nines until I passed out? Part of him wanted to know. The other part was glad he didn't. His omega had been in control. He felt worse to find that he was so at odds with his omega in this case. His omega didn't understand the problem. It was thrilled with the possibility that it may have been bonded. It wanted nothing more than to nuzzle Nines' alpha. To be bred by Nines' alpha. Reed recoiled in disgust at the idea.