Truebonds (Larry Stylinson)

Beginnings

The thing about being in heat is that it feels right. Really fucking right.

Before all of this, Louis would've scoffed at the idea of it and argued that it was primal and oppressive, nothing more than a throwback to times before science freed people from their secondary genders and the limitations imposed by those biological constructions, which had no place in the modern world.

Not anymore.

It's as though there's been this whole other person trapped inside of him, fighting to get out, but being held down, primal instincts that had been masked for so long, chained to the expectations of society and now that feels like the real oppression.

Harry buries his nose into Louis' neck, scenting him unconsciously as he sleeps and Louis wilts into him, their skin tacky with sweat and sticky from Louis' slick and their come. It should be disgusting, and it kind of is, so Louis is torn between getting cleaned up and staying right here in this bed, wrapped in his alpha's strong arms until they're forced to leave through dehydration or starvation.

His alpha. The concept is still new, a little bit shocking. It's both foreign and like the most natural and beautiful thing imaginable at the same time. Three days ago, his life was charting an entirely different course, happy to be without a partner and focusing on his work with the trading firm and the sanctuary, surrounded by good friends in a wonderful environment. Now though, everything is different.

Maybe it's partly due to biology, and if it is, then so be it, but he simply cannot conceive of a life without his truebond, his alpha, by his side. He's never felt anything even in the realm of what he feels for him.

Is it love? Perhaps, perhaps not, but if it isn't then he doesn't possess the language to describe it any other way, as absurd as that seems after only three days. He just can't see a future that doesn't include Harry. It's like there's a blackness when he tries, a void of nothingness that intensifies a pit inside of him, dark and never ending, as if he ceases to even exist. So he's just stopped trying to imagine a future without him, acknowledging that this is it for him. Harry is it for him.

It's been a day and a half of their heat and rut, waves broken by sleep and snatched conversations as they lay with each other, coming down from one round or preparing for the next. Harry has been attentive to Louis' every need, no matter how small; feeding him snacks and keeping him hydrated, cleaning him tenderly when the coating of slick and come verges into truly gross territory even though Louis can tell it goes against his alpha's instincts to want to mark and claim him. And then there's the sex. Jesus fucking Christ.

Louis hadn't exactly led the life of a monk in his younger years, but this, this is on a whole other level.

Of course, he's never had sex as an omega like his body was designed for, so that was bound to be different just from a physical perspective with Louis' slick and Harry's knot and everything else that entails, but there's more to it than that.

Harry is a generous lover, and naturally his alpha is attuned to Louis in ways no else could ever be, but there's a reverence and generosity underpinning it that Louis knows is just innately Harry, even without the effect of his alpha. While Louis has thoroughly enjoyed their time together so far, now that their bodies are forever changed and their heat and rut are subsiding, he's almost desperate to know what sex will be like outside of that.

He shifts in Harry's embrace, his muscles protesting and his hole clenching around nothing at the mere thought of Harry fucking him while they're both fully conscious of their actions and able to share the experience out of the haze.

He needs to shower, desperately, they both do, and Louis' stomach is grumbling angrily, but it's his bladder that finally forces him to take action. He manages to extract himself from Harry's hold and rolls away, stretching his arms above his head and pointing his toes. He aches all over, but feels surprisingly refreshed at the same time which is unexpected given what they've been doing.