Starry Nights (DreamNotFound Omegaverse AU)

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Clay and George had just arrived at Walmart, grabbing a shopping cart and heading inside.

"Where do we go first?" George asked, looking up at Clay."I think we could browse around a bit.. if that's okay with you-" Clay replied, not wanting to force George to do something that he doesn't want to do.

"That's fine." George gave consent to Clay's idea, not really minding it. "Ugh, wanna know something that just fills me with so much rage?" "Hm?" George replied to the question, wondering what would make Clay so ticked off. "The 1.16 Nether update."

Here we go again.. George rolled his eyes and continued walking, barely paying attention to the rant about the 1.16 update.

Frankly, George could care less about the world generation, he was more focused on getting his suppressant. 

His suppressants!

 George decided to wander off after passing the medicine isle where the suppressants were.

 Meanwhile, Clay was still ranting about the 1.16 update.. except he was ranting to himself. Only when he noticed that people around him were giving him weird looks is when he realized that something was missing. Someone was missing.

He quickly looked behind him for George and he was completely gone. "George?.. oh shit.." Sudden realization of what could happen hit him, George could be in some serious trouble right now. He needs to find George! "Shitshitshit"

George was looking on the mid shelf for a certain kind of suppressants, mostly because that one brand really did help and others were kind of weak.

He stood there searching for the specific brain of suppressants for about 5 minutes when he suddenly felt a erie kind of presence behind him. Thinking it's just him being anxious or paranoid, he brushed it off. "Well, look at what we have here~" cooed an unfamiliar voice behind him.

Turning around, he came face to face with a stranger... An alpha. The scent he was giving off was driving George crazy, bringing his knees to a tremble. He knew this was wrong, but his body was saying yes. His body wanted more.

"Mmm.. you look tasty little omega~" The stranger commented, practically undressing George with his eyes. The alpha was practically drooling over George by now, slowly getting closer and closer.

A low growl from the apposing end of the isle could be heard, abruptly ending the stranger's fun with the poor unmated omega named George. "Get away from him." It was Clay? "Oh yeah? What're gonna do? He's an unmated omega, he's free game."

"So? That doesn't give you the right to mate a vulnerable omega who probably can't control their body while in heat." Clay responded, obviously heated over this.

"Omegas have no rights. he clearly isn't even mated, which gives him less of a say." the stranger retorted. At this point, Clay wanted to murder this bitch. He hates that omegas get treated like objects. He hates people who believe in treating others like objects. It's just wrong.

"However, if he's under care of an alpha he belongs to them." Clay hated to say this, but it was true. It's just how the dynamic worked, he hates it so much, but if saying George belonged to him meant that this stupid scum of an alpha would back off, he would do anything.

The other alpha just responded with a growl and pushed George down, who then started crying. "I'm a worthless.. filthy omega.." George mumbled to himself while looking down at the floor.

Clay looked down at George and saw him crying, instantly making him feel sad and guilty. He got on his knees so he was at George's level and grabbed George's cheeks, forcing him to look up at him. George's brown eyes locked with Clay's green ones.

"Hey, don't say that about yourself, it's gonna be okay." Clay comforted George. "Are you okay?" George shook his head in response, as he looked back down and fell to his knees. Not being able to take it anymore, Clay sighed.

"Hey, c'mon Georgie. We've got a bit more shopping to do then we'll go home. Stay close to me, alright?" Clay spoke up. George nodded and Clay offered a hand.

George took the help and was pulled into a tight, warm hug. George was frozen in shock until hugging back. Clay was giving off calming pheromones that soothed George. 

"Let's just get your suppressants and go." Clay decided. "N-No." George stuttered, annoyed at himself for doing so. "Let's finish shopping." George said. "You sure?" Clay asked. George gave a nod and made sure to walk right next to Clay.

George quickly grabbed a box of suppressants with the highest dosage before leaving the isle with Clay.

The bulk of shopping was done and so at took George back to the medicine isle. "What exactly did you want from here?" Clay asked, watching as George stared over boxes that seemed to hold plushies.

"I-it's called an 'Alpha Buddy'. They're plushies with artificial pheromones that help calm heats and comfort omegas. I've been seeing them for about a week now and I want one." George admitted.

The brown haired omega glanced between two boxes. One held a plush resembling a wolf and the other was a bear. George decided on the wolf due to its colors that resembled the golden brown of Clay's hair.

He grabbed a box of the artificial pheromones before holding the box close to him. Clay smirked at the boy before they made their was to check out.

In the car, George had his tub of raisins at his feet and the plush in his lap. He took the plus from its box before pulling out instructions and the pheromones it came with. One labeled 'Calming' and the other two labeled 'Heat Help'. The second name confused George.

George stared at the plush. The golden wolf had eyes that were blackish beads. George brought the plush to his nose and sniffed it. It didn't come prepared.

George looked at the instructions. To prepare the plush you had to put a drop of the pheromones on the back of its neck and the scent would enclose the entire plush. George decided to wait until he was home to do that part so he put it all back in the box.

George was silent the entire ride home. The memory of that Alpha rung clear in his mind. The way he was just going to give himself up? This heat was getting ridiculous the longer he went unmated. George has had to deal with this heat for eight years, two weeks a month. Each one was worse than the last.

In the span of the year George lived here, Clay has been finding it harder and harder to control his own actions. He's been able to keep it mostly under control but each time George left to visit his parents in London, or each time George left on his own, or each time George went into heat and his scent filled the house....

Clay would find himself drifting off, thinking about the omega. He felt it was wrong but he could hardly resist. Now, just sitting next to George, even with the suppressants and spray, he could smell the heat. The scent was addicting.

Clay wanted it. He wanted it to be replaced with his own scent. He wanted George to be his. However, if the omega didn't want it, he wouldn't force himself upon him.