a/b/o au (for deadlyhairpin)

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They're in a new town for their usual act. The quick draw that gets them enough money to stay in the next town for a bit. Mostly because after they fleece the people, they don't dare linger too long. No one much likes getting conned out of their hard earned money. Sometimes, he felt guilty for it. Most times he did, if he was being honest with himself.

But it worked and he hadn't really had to struggle to get by from town to town since he had taken up traveling with Billy Rocks. A decision he had made quickly one day perhaps a month and a half ago when he had seen the wiry bastard surrounded by alphas. He'd never seen anyone fight like that. Not anyone. Usually, men with that subtle scent he had caught that day would have just rolled over and showed their bellies. But Billy had fought. For Goody, an alpha who didn't really like to fight at all, it had been quite something.

He'd rolled right up after that, affable as he pleased, and carefully whisked Billy away from trouble by heaping it upon himself, claiming that day with a feral glint in his eyes that he had been the one that had done it because someone had challenged his dominance. Once away, he had gone out of his way to prove he wasn't like all those other Alphas. He stayed arms length away, always there the moment some other might start sniffing around, ready to stare them down with cold blue eyes. Better him take care of it than Billy. Billy left bodies because Billy wasn't like any omega he had ever met.

It was part of the draw to their little show after all. No matter how skilled Billy was, no one ever bet for an omega. They were weak, after all. They were there for breeding. Omegas were supposed to be swelled with young or serving their mates, even this far west, not standing in the middle of a ring with a gun in hand. Goody seemed to not care about that distinction. It brought good money. It got them food and shelter in the evenings the next town over. It wasn't honest work, but it was work (even if all he did was promote the game and collect the winnings). But there were times when he had to do it himself. When he had to keep Billy in their room. When he smelled so strongly that Goody could barely contain himself.

It's getting close to one of those days. He can smell it. The aroma that accompanies an omega nearing their season. Goody can tell the bar around them is starting to notice it as well. If he doesn't do something soon, he's going to have to start throwing his weight around. It's something he hates to do. It's easier to just try to avoid it to begin with.

"Billy, we've got a busy day tomorrow. I think it's high time you kicked off upstairs. Don't worry. I'll be behind in a tick." He's trying to control this before Billy's scent catches the wrong sort of attention.

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He sees those fingers and there's a small desire to indeed kick down that door. Instead, he shifts more and carefully, slowly curls his fingers around them, just gently holding on, his thumb unconsciously sliding over the man's knuckles and wrist while he sits. "Oh, my word, you are, Billy. I'm so sorry. Is there anything I could get you to make it go easier for you?" He gives those fingers a little squeeze and takes in another slow breath.

Billy smells so strongly now that it's taking everything in his power to ignore his drive. He would tough it out. Because he had promised Billy that he wasn't like those other Alphas. Now, he had to prove it. He's just glad it happened here in a town rather than out in the wilds. He didn't think he could have contained himself if it has been just a campfire between them and not a solid wood door.

"I can stay, Billy. And I'll stay on this side of the door, no matter what you say or how loud you get or how good you smell right now."

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In a few days, Billy is going to be ashamed of himself. He's going to descend into a dark, self-hating place the likes of which would be instructive even for someone like Goodnight. He hates what he is. Hates what he turned out to be and what it means for him every few months. He hates how it purges his mind of reason and how, underneath it all, it removes his wishes from the equation and replaces it with blind need.

And he never hates it more than right now, in the transition. The last few moments when he can feel the difference between his rational mind and the fire of his heat. "Goody," he breathes, moaning as his hand turns, wanting more contact. Wanting the Alpha to leave and stay in equal measure. "There's...nothing to do, right now. I am going to burn up and...in a day or so it's going to be over."

He wants ice, though. Which is a tall order and he knows it. This town is hardly one with vast resources. If they were someplace more structured, he might have stood a chance for it. But here? He'd be lucky if someone even had an icebox out here. But still...

"Maybe water? Cold water, if they have it?"

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He gives that hand a squeeze. He wants to lean over and kiss it but he dares not. Not only because there is a chance of being caught out but because Billy doesn't need the extra pressure and Goody doesn't need the extra temptation and desires that pressing his mouth to that heated flesh might draw from him.

"Ice or cold water. I understand. I'll get you some and be right back with it. I won't be able to get a beta at such sort notice, so you'll just have to trust me. Just for right now. So stay inside there. Don't come out for anything or anyone. I might have scared them off for now, but they might come back if they think I'm abandoning you to this." He gives another little squeeze and he's standing reluctantly.

"I'll be right back with your cold water, Billy Rocks. You just hold tight." He is reluctant as hell to leave this man here like this, but he promised and he's certain that the man will be safe for a bit at least. Long enough for him to go and come back with a glass of cold water. Or hell, even a basin full of it. A freezing washtub bath he can leave just outside the door for Billy.

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He whines at the loss of contact. The loss of the Alpha who was right there, with him. Out of all the times he'd been in heat, he'd never felt quite like this, before. Tethered to someone the way he was to Goodnight. He'd often smelled other Alpha, especially at the railroad or in the houses he served in. He'd been protected simply because they couldn't lose his labor while he had a child. But the Alphas had tried and Billy had felt drawn to them. Desperate for them in a way that disgusted him when the dust cleared. But this? This was different. And he couldn't understand fully why, right now.

It only took a few minutes after Goody was gone to hear hard footsteps sounded down the hall. A growl issuing through the wood as an Alpha from a room nearby, smelled him and started testing the lock. Billy waited for the desire to start. The desperation to let the Alpha inside. But all he felt was revulsion.

This person wasn't his Alpha. And Billy would kill him if he tried to even touch his hair.

"Go away," he hissed, backing up from the door as the Alpha banged against it. His knives were on the floor where he left them and were so nice and cool, pressed into the palm of his hand.

"Come in and I kill you." He growled at the door, wrapping himself up in a jacket that wasn't his. The smell of Goodnight covering him completely.

Marking him, some part of his brain supplied.

"Open that door and it will be the last thing you ever do."

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His trip to find cold water was taking longer than he wanted it to. Every ounce of Goody's being wanted to be back at that door. Even if he had to sit outside of it all night, he wanted to be there. It wasn't like it wouldn't be the first time he had to sleep on the ground. Wouldn't be the last either. But he wanted to be there, with Billy, even if only on the other side of the door. Though instinctively, he wanted to be with Billy in the room. He wanted to bury his nose against the omega's throat and take in that addictive scent. He wanted to touch the man all over. Maybe push him to his stomach and mount him. Bite marks into his flesh and rub his scent all over Billy. Claiming the Omega so that no Alpha would ever dare to touch him.

He wanted that. Craved it. But he had promised and he wasn't going to. He wasn't going to make Billy stuck with the only Alpha that was least likely to be strong enough. Omegas wanted Alphas that were big. Strong. Dominant. They wanted fighters and leaders. Great hunters and virile mates. He was none of those things. He had been, once, but he could barely call himself Alpha anymore, with only the instincts left to call him so.

When he does finally get the cold water, not a basin sadly, just a glass and he's lucky to have gotten that much, he's back up the stairs and headed down to their room. He wonders if Billy can hear it over the horny Alpha trying to bust the door down. And nearly succeeding. Goody can see the way the door is starting to give way. He doesn't know if he'll make it in time or if the huge man is going to go crashing into their room and into Billy's knives. But he snarls all the same, a blood curdling sound that had made generals in the Union wet their britches.

"What in the Sam Hill do you think you're doing at MY door." A pause and another snarl. "You know what... go ahead, open the door. I haven't seen MyOmega kill anyone in a few hours." He silently apologized for the utter possessiveness in his tone. "I miss seeing how pretty he looks all streaked in the blood of idiots."

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Goody is...incredible.

Billy is not entirely in his right mind, but he's not gone enough that he can't process that simple thought. Goodnight Robicheaux was utterly and completely incredible. The only Alpha in the entire world who would have handled this situation like this. Whereas the rest of them would have snarled and started a fight, Goodnight has left it to him. Because he knows that Billy can fight this battle. And he's going to let him.

A feeling rushes through him and it's enough to almost overpower his lust. Something warm, not like his fever, but almost as consuming. And it has him almost hoping the Alpha knocks down his door, just so he can see Goodnight face to face and thank him for it.

It's a bad idea. But he wants it, all the same.

The Alpha, however, is stopping. He looks between Goody and the door and snarls back, but it's a weaker noise. Soft and unsure. Billy helps the decision by tossing his knife about where he thinks the Alpha might be standing, letting it embed itself into the wood. There was a scream as the blade sunk into his hand where it was pressed to the door. Billy had half a second to be glad for it before there was another snarl and the man seemed to be slinking off, growling at Goodnight the whole time, damning him and his murderous mate.

Mate.

For the first time, Billy's stomach didn't turn at the sound of that word.

"Goody," he breathed, moving to pull the knife out of the door and press his nose to the new hole. "He's gone?"

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Goody keeps himself stiff and angry until the other Alpha retreats. He manages to snarl out "That's right. MY mate. Let every damn one of you in this god forsaken town know that that man is mine and I'll take grave offence to anyone what tries to touch him. But only after he's done with you himself." He doesn't allow himself to relax until after the man is completely gone and they're alone again. Just him, Billy, and the damn door between them.

He sighs and turns fully to lean enough to get eye to eye with the new hole in the door. He can make out a nose pressed there and it makes him smile. He can't help but reach through the hole the knife had made to lightly touch the tip of Billy's nose. "Yes, he's gone and I'm so sorry for the mate thing. I know how you feel about that." He draws his hand away and leans against the door a little.

"I got you your water though. I'll leave it right next to the door and step away. That way, you can open the door in safety without worrying if I'll suddenly try and burst inside and have my way with you." Which is a very close thing to happening with how strong Billy's scent is and how much he's had to throw around his dominance tonight.

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Once more, Goody is amazing Billy down to his core. He's offering to him something no other Alpha would. Treating him as no other Alpha would. Even affected as he must be by the pheromones and by the clouds of hormones in his mind. He remembers that Billy hates 'mates'. He apologizes. He offers to stand away from the door while Billy gets the water he so desperately needs. There's no one else in the world like Goodnight Robicheaux. And, for the first time, that seems to mean something it hadn't before.

Billy hesitates for a moment before going to fetch the key he'd hidden, before. He wraps the robe around himself tighter, one hand still holding the knife. Unable to let it go. He fits the key into the lock but leaves it there, not turned. His eye goes to the hole. The one where Goodnight had stroked his nose like a parent might with a scared child. Like he might, during one of Goodnight's worse dreams. His gaze is wild as it swings around, trying to find his friend on the other side.

"How many Omega have you been around in their heat?" He is cutting right to the chase, avoiding all the euphemisms civilized folk put on it. 'Season', 'Time', 'Indisposition'. "Have you, before? You're...controlling yourself better than most. Is that because there's wood between us? Or...can you control yourself?"

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He hears the key got into the lock and for a moment, he tenses. A part of his mind is clamoring, lost to the heady scent of Billy right behind that door. It told him once that door was open that he needed to move fast. He could survive a stab wound, surely, and pushing the omega down and having his way would be worth every drop of blood Billy took from him with those knives of his. It's such an uncivilized and bestial urge and Goody hates himself a little for having it. He promised.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and he knows that was a terrible idea as soon as he did because his lungs fill and he can almost taste Billy's heat through the door. He finds himself panting a little and stepping away just enough that the man can fully see him through the hole in the door. See how he's holding himself rigid, one hand digging fingers into his other arm, using the pain of it as stimulus to keep from losing his damn mind. "I...had a mate once." He admitted. "Or I was supposed to. A pretty little Omega girl my parents picked out for me. Before the war, we kept it chaste. I couldn't do what needed done if I was distracted. When I came back... she wanted me to fight for her. Some Union soldier had been sweet on her during the Seige down there. I couldn't do it. I...couldn't kill another boy in blue. She said the war had neutered me. I lost my nerve up North. I was no longer the dominant Alpha her parents promised her. Pups from the likes of me would be weak and pathetic. She left that man later that season. Probably has a huge brood of little ones and living the dream."

He squeezes his arm a little harder. "She was right though. I am a weak Alpha. That's why I can control it. The urges I feel right now. Because I'm weak and pathetic and I know I'll never be strong enough or dominant enough and I know I can't saddle you with that. Because if I were to mate with you..." He takes a small breath, "Even if I didn't bond you, Robicheaux Alphas mate for life. And I can't do that to you, Billy. You deserve better than some Aplha who is all bark and no bite."

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"You are not weak. And you are not pathetic." Billy is almost hissing as he presses himself to the small hole in the door. "The Alpha who kill without thought. The ones who scream and claw and hurt people for their chance to fuck an Omega. They are pathetic. You are fighting yourself, exposed to an Omega who you've traveled with for months and who is in heat. You are the strongest Alpha I have ever met. The man who was going to knock down the door. He was weak. The men downstairs. They are weak. You? You are...incredible. Perfect. You are..."

A thought comes to him. Sudden and unable to be prevented.

Mine.

His hand is on the key once more. Turning it slowly, letting the clink of an unlocked door fill the space between them. "Bring the water in here," he asks, understanding fully what he's risking with such a command. The knife he is holding is embedded into the door and Billy takes a few steps back, allowing Goody the space to enter the room.

"You aren't saddling me with anything, Goody. I choose who I want beside me. I make my own decisions. And right now, it's my choice to have you come in."

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Though Billy says it, he knows the truth. All he has is his name and his bark. Had that huge Alpha tried to fight him, he wasn't sure he could have won. He doesn't know if he has it in him anymore, to kill, because he was certain that would be what it would take for that man to leave Billy alone if they had to fight. He had been lucky this time. He wasn't certain his luck would hold out much longer. Eventually, some Alpha was going to call his bluff and he was going to have to prove himself or be shown to all the world as the pathetic waste he was.

He hears the key and takes a deep breath and picks up the glass. His other hand goes to the nob and he steels himself. A deep breath and he's headed in, trying not to breathe though his nose for desperation not to lose his mind and his control. It makes him pant and his hand shakes. He stands right there in the door and swallows hard, and then steps through, the glass held out.

"Here's...your water. I tried to get an entire wash basin but this is what I could get. They're stingy, even with my name to throw around." He turns to shut the door behind him and take the knife out of the wood to hold that too. "And this. Because you said not even I was allowed in here. No matter what. So, I suppose you need to stab me now." He gives a weak smile and starts forward, keeping those hands full to keep himself from grabbing Billy.

Goody doesn't stop until he's nearly on top of the man and can lean in to take a long sniff of him before letting out a growl. "Christ, you smell good though."

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This is not what Alphas do. This is never what Alphas do. Goody comes in and hands over the water and, just like that, the most he's done is sniff along his neck. Another, weaker man would have Billy thrown on the bed, robe pulled off and his cock half inside him, by now. And, while the base, animal instincts of him desires that, the rest of him is deeply impressed by the restraint Goody is showing. His friend who's never thought of him as an Omega, first. Just as a partner. A friend.

Billy's never desired someone more than does right there, in that moment. It's a completely foreign feeling.

"You...only think that because of the heat," he accuses. Because the heat works both ways. Muddies the water on both sides of this pond; Billy might have his judgement clouded by his hormones, but his pheromones are driving Goody out of his head as well. This was the hardest, most complicated moment to get any sort of consent in. Which was why most people did without.

Not them, it seemed. They don't touch each other. Control might be waning, but it's still held within their tight fists as they stare each other down and stew in the tension all over this room.

"You mate for life. You only get one shot at this. You don't want to waste it on me. This is all just...just the heat messing with your mind, Goody. It's not real. It's just...illusions."

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It isn't what Alphas do, and Goody knows that it's because he's weak. Even if Billy insists he's not, he knows that a virile male would have already been knot deep in Billy and breeding him. Things he won't do, even if he wants to. And he does want to. More than anything in the world, he wants to slide between those firm ass cheeks and rut with the man until he can't walk in the morning. It's taking everything he can to fight the urge.

'No. I'm saying it because it's true. You always smell good, even when we've been on the road without a bath for weeks. Your but scent calms me down when I have an episode. Your scent..." He approaches and presses his nose against the shoulder of robe to take in another deep lungful of Billy. When he speaks though, he's so careful not to have his mouth anywhere near the man. No accidental binding. "You smell better all the magnolias in bloom."

He forces himself to step back then, heart pounding, trousers a great deal uncomfortable. "You wouldn't be a waste. If...this was real...you would never be a waste of my chance. Even when you finally choose your Alpha and it's not me, it wouldn't be. Even one minute as mine would be worth losing my chance." He's a little drunk off the pheromones, this close and letting his mouth run away with him.

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Billy's heart is pounding in his chest. Because, yeah, Goody is a little more flowery and emotional than he otherwise might be. But he seems to be telling the truth. And with the control he has about himself so far, Billy doesn't think he'd be compromised enough to just be spewing nonsense. Especially since he doesn't think that he'll be staying even a few seconds more. He shouldn't stay, after all. But Billy...can't help but want him to.

For the first time, this feels right. Like it's something he's choosing. None of the blind lust and need he had, even when killing the Alphas who came near him. Even as he stuck them full of knives, he wanted them. He had a burn in his veins for them. An emptiness that only a knot could satisfy. Billy knew intimately what that base, animal need was like.

And this wasn't it.

Billy stepped forward, tilting his head to sniff along Goodnight's neck as well. "I could choose my Alpha right here," he muses, one hand falling to Goodnight's waist. Feeling the strain of those muscles. "I never wanted a mate because I thought they would own me. I never met one that didn't want to own me. Control and dominate me. But you...you...have done what no other Alpha has done. You say it is because you are weak and defective. I say..."

Billy inhales deep again. Turns his head, licking his tongue against the side of Goody's neck and moaning at the taste of his Alpha pheromones against his tongue.

"It's because you're mine."

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He wants to tell Billy not to say such things. Not to give him hope when he knows there is none to be had. He's not the Alpha Billy should want. He's not the one he needs. And part of him thinks that this might also be because of the heat. Billy's mind isn't all there right now. He surely would be saying such things to any alpha that came in here. But Goody doesn't want to admit that could very well be it. He wants to believe, just for a moment that this amazing strong beautiful Omega would really choose such a weak mate.

He closes his eyes and tries to stay strong. The stain is all through his body now, clenching muscles and straining sinew making him shake. Not from fear but from the amount of effort he has to give to continue to restrain himself. "Of course I wouldn't. You're...my partner. My equal. Hell, you're better than I am. Stronger. Faster. More deadly. I couldn't dominate you if I tried." Though he had done a pretty damn good job when he had made Billy go upstairs. But he had been desperate to avoid a fight.

Goody's restraint can only hold so long and it breaks completely when that swipe of wetness travels up the straining muscles in his neck. His eyes go dark and his pheromones spike as he turns and grabs Billy. "I'm so sorry..." He husks and then surges forward to crush their mouths together while trying to shove the man backwards towards the bed. Not that his mouth lingers on that kiss long. Not when there's other places to kiss and lick. "I'm so so sorry. I should go. I shouldn't be in here. I should leave." He says that but his mouth is brushing with a dangerous suggestion at Billy's shoulder. All he would have to do is force the man around. Push him down onto the bed and bite his nape. He wants to so badly he can't think straight anymore. All he can do is keep apologizing for falling to his base instincts.

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Even in his deepest heat, Billy had always had a thread of tension in him. Something vibrant and hard that he held onto as a way to protest what was happening to his body. Something he could use if an Alpha came around so that he could kill them dead before the Alpha could even think about touching him. He'd had this his whole life. From his first heat to now. Which was why it was so difficult at the present moment for him to let it go.

For a moment, his body tensed, reaching blindly for a weapon he couldn't actually get into his hand. But then Goody is apologizing and it's so completely unexpected that his mind returns to him just enough to stop the panic. To stop it completely and, instead, leave him with his greatest challenge.

To surrender.

"Don't be sorry," he gasps, the scent rolling off of Goodnight enough to make his head swim. He inhales deep, lets his body use that in order to override his lingering resistances. He wants this. He knows he wants this. But years of habit are hard to break. He leans in and scents Goody as best as he can with the man so close to his neck. The bonding site is almost feverishly warm at the attention. Billy moans, feeling it as it pours more hormones into his body. As every atom inside of him prepares for a potential mate.

He exhales in a shaking breath and then finally pulls Goodnight off so he can look him in the eye.

"I am choosing this. Understand? I want this. I want you. So stop saying you're sorry. And don't even think about leaving. Just..." He focuses his entire mind on the problem at hand. And, in slow increments, his body starts to relax. Melt both into Goody and into the bed.

His robe is already starting to fall open and there is nothing behind it but his flesh.

"Please. Goody. Alpha. Just...Just give me what I need."

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Billy pushes him back a little and Goody thinks it means the Omega has decided that he's right. That he's the wrong Alpha for this. He knows that's right. If he left right now...but he doesn't know if his legs would let him. He doesn't know if his instincts will allow it. Not when there's an Omega right there, in heat and waiting for his first breeding.

He looks down at the other man. He wants to kiss Billy again. Wants to do more than that. His hands are shaking and for once it's not from fear. It's from restraint. Goody wants to believe it. That this is Billy's choice, but he knows that heat does things to Omega's minds. They don't truly have the ability to consent. Their hormones take that away and he should leave. But Billy, his Billy, has always been the stronger of them, known what he wanted. So if Billy said he wanted this, then he did, and it had nothing to do with his heat.

Goody slowly lets his hands slide down that feverish body, just touching him. His hands are so cool compared to that heated flesh. "If you are sure. I won't hurt you. I don't do anything you don't want me to do. I won't...bite you. I promise. Just... forgive me." Even as he says that, he leans down to kiss the man again, soft at first. Gentle. Careful. Caring. At least until his hormones take over and it grows harder and hungry, hands never stopping their movement over Billy's bared flesh, just leaning him, trying to see what touch made him arch the most.

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Being touched feels like heaven. Billy's never had cool hands running over his sensitive skin, before. It's too much and not enough at the same time. And he arches up, into it, needing Goody to just not stop. Never stop. Never, as long as he lives. "Goody," he gasps, eyes shutting as his body takes control. So that, when Goody kisses him, he's more than willing to let it turn hungry. Famished. He opens his mouth to exploration and exploring in return. His moans pass right between their lips as the scent of heat grows more pungent by the second; Billy's body has realized that there is a mate, finally. It's planning to take advantage of the rare opportunity.

Billy's fever grows as they touch, a wet spot developing behind him that would be embarrassing if he were capable of more coherent thought. As it is, he's barely able to do more than moan and beg. And he's surely not going to get much better as the night progresses.

Swallowing hard, he pulls back and looks at Goody in the eye as he yanks off the robe and leaves himself on there, shining with sweat and utterly naked. His body almost shakes with his own, building need. "I forgive you," he promises. "I...know you won't hurt me. That's what this needs to be you. I need it to be you. No one else can have me."

Without Goody at the door, he knows he can hear people moving. Scratching. People pressing their nose and eyes to the hole in the door, trying to see what's going on, beyond. But now, instead of the scent of an Omega in heat, they're now getting subjected to a claiming. He can hear the whines of agony as they wish to be where Goody is. But they never will. No one ever will be, again. Bite or no bite, it is Goody or it is no one. He knows already that this is true.

"Please, Alpha. Please," he begs finally, pressing up into Goody for attention. "I'm yours. Take me."

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Billy is gorgeous. He's strong and graceful. He's the sort of mate Alphas would kill for. He's utterly beautiful and Goody would think that even without the pheromones doing things to his head. All that does is drive him on, tell him that it's just natural to want Billy as much as he did. To need him. That this is the mate he'll have forever and he's more than okay with it. Even when Billy figures out that there are stronger, better Alphas, Goody won't ever find anyone else. This will be it. His first, his only.

As soon as that lithe body is bared, he starts to run his hands over Billy. More. He can't stop touching him. He wants to feel that burning skin, taste his sweat, replace that scent with his own. Imprint his scent on Billy so everyone would know that this man, this beautiful perfect Omega was his. His hands drift down and he cups Billy's ass, pulling him closer. Pulling that fevered flesh against his still clothed body, fingertips already feeling the sweet dampness where Billy's body was already preparing itself for him.

He doesn't often throw around his weight or his status, but as soon as Billy says those words, he's all but rushing to get the man onto the bed and into a better position while also trying to get his clothing off. In his frustration to mate, buttons fly everywhere and he's certain he's just destroyed his only clean pair of trousers. None of that matters in the face of Billy Rocks needing him.

"Billy...help me with this..." He growls his frustration out and it's nearly an Alpha's order. Only there's none of that press of dominance there. He's just asking because he's struggling too much. Struggling because he can't get naked quickly enough and he also can't stop touching Billy, one hand already sliding between the other man's legs to start touching him, teasing his cock and tracing the underside until he can tease that leaking hole. Unlike other Alphas that would just accept that wetness to be enough, he's going to sink fingers into Billy and start slowly moving them around, just letting him feel what it's going to feel like on a much smaller level.

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Billy doesn't need the command. He's already rushing forward, helping Goodnight's clothes to come off as quickly as humanly possible. Because the sooner they stop worrying about that, the sooner his Alpha can touch him again. Touch him and tease him and finally fuck him. He's never known what it could be like, having an Alpha during a heat. But the knowledge that the time is close at hand almost has him soaking through the entire mattress at the prospect alone.

He managed to get the clothes. That vest and pants and, "Oh...fuck," he hisses as the scent of Goody comes rolling off in waves. Overpowering and pungent now that there's nothing to buffer it. Billy leans toward it. Mouth open as he presses kisses to every inch he can. Tongue dragging over the pock-marked skin and teeth biting here and there, claiming as though he were the Alpha, here. He honestly can't help himself. "You smell so good," he moans, the words sounding just a bit more hysteric than they had the first time. This must be what going out of one's mind feels like, he hypothesizes. But what a way to go.

He lays back down, legs spread as the emptiness inside him grows all the more insistent. "Goody, please," he demands as much as begs. "Please. Make it stop. Fill me." His heel digs into Goody's waist, pulling him closer as best as he can. "Make me yours."

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His body burns with a need of his own. The scrape of teeth so close to claiming though it should be he that claims his mate. But that's what makes Billy so different from other Omegas. He's strong. Demanding. A distant part of Goody knows the man will have to be if he's stuck with an Alpha like himself. Someone who couldn't really protect him like he should. But that's such a distant thought to the hungry stiffness between his legs and the desperate burning need that strong scent brings him.

"You look so good. I'll give you what you want." His hand remains between them, moving to push into that soaking opening. He thrusts the fingers a few times. Thrusts them as his mouth moves, pressing hot open kisses to whatever he can reach. Instinctively, he wants to shove Billy over. He wants to push the man's face down in the pillow and grab hold of his hips. He wants that, but he wants to look at Billy more. See his face, watch it.

"It'll stop soon, mon coeur, I promise." He leans down and swipes his tongue down the heated column of Billy's throat. He won't claim. He won't trap the poor Omega like that. He's the only one that needs to be locked into this. "Be patient." He licks again and the hand that had been playing against Billy's ass lifts it up, gently getting a good angle for him to line himself up.

He feels that wetness at the tip of his cock, just waiting for him. That little lick moves back to Billy's mouth and he kisses. He kisses hard and hungry, using the thrust of his tongue into the omega's mouth to distract from the thrust into that heated body under him.

[deadlyhairpin]

No Alpha would have prepared him. None of them would have waited this long to bite his neck. None would keep him on his back or listen to his commands so tenderly. Not one of them would kiss him like this and speak such loving words in the throes of heat, knowing they would be wasted on someone like Billy who barely knows English, let alone whatever that was.

Goody was not like anyone else. And that was the only reason that Billy kissed back, feeling him start to line up and allowed him--the first Alpha in his entire life--to push inside.

His mouth tore away from the kiss as he cried out, almost blinded by the pleasure of a first penetration. Wetness soaked into the bed as his body arched up and into his Alpha, Billy too overcome to realize he'd climaxed for the first time during his heat. The first of what would be many times, surely, and in what was undoubtedly a compliment to Goody already.

It took a moment for him to return to his mind. For the haze to pass and for a small amount of sanity to return. "More," he demands, that first orgasm not enough to end the first round of heat. Not enough to fill the emptiness. He needs the knot for that. But this is a perfect start to it. The hysterics are gone and are replaced with burning, greedy need. Nails claw into Goody's shoulders as he pulls him closer. Legs wrapping around his waist and gripping.

"Feel perfect. My Alpha," he groans, mind fading back into instincts. "The only Alpha...Mine."

[intheashes]

He feels that wet, tight body pulse around him with that first orgasm. He hadn't been ready for it. He feels a bit cheated that he hadn't been able to watch Billy's face the very first time he came, but Goody would make up for this small slight. Even if it was a compliment, he wanted to see it. He wanted to see the face of the man he was now attached to forever as he was caught in the throws of pleasure.

He waits until it subsides, even though every fiber of his being says for him to just go for it. To fuck Billy hard and fast even while his first orgasm is still crashing down on him. He won't rob the man of that first. Instead, he growls a little, trying desperately to hold on before nature sweeps him away. He won't be able to resist much longer and that sharp pain down his shoulders and that tight grip about his middle is enough to give him the push. Billy claiming him as his, it topples him right over the edge.

Billy wants more. Goody is more than happy to give it to him and then some. It's like some dam has been broken within him. Everything he's ever kept back, locked away within himself, breaks free. The Aplha that had lost his will to be dominant and demanding rears his head and grasps that part of himself again. His hips snap forward quickly as he loses himself to the rutting, in the near mindless pleasure of thrusting in and out of that soaking hole that he has made his and his alone. Thrusts so hard that the bed slams against the wall with each push, a harsh and desperate counterpoint to just how soft and loving his hands are as they roam the body under him, petting and stroking whatever flesh comes in his pathway.

It will be a while before he even starts to swell. He might go all night and into the morning, unleashed as he is. His teeth long to make contact and forge the mating bond but he had promised in his sane moments that he wouldn't do that to Billy. He wouldn't trap Billy with him like that. So instead, he turns his face away and bites against the pillow whenever the need gets too strong for him. Better destroyed linens than a forced bond that Billy doesn't want.

[deadlyhairpin]

The first snap of Goody's hips opens a whole new world of pleasure for Billy. And it shows in the way he trembles hard and cries out his lover's name, overcome from that alone. But, thank God, Goody doesn't stop. Doesn't do the gentle thing and take it easy on him. No, he's ruthless. Alpha through and through as he ruts into Billy and gives him exactly what he needed. "Fuck, yes," he cries, over and over, obscene with the bed's creaks and the banging against the wall. He remembers, distantly, a night when they had been sleeping next to an Omega during their time. He remembers hearing the woman scream and cry and beg for more like it was the only thing she could think of. Billy had thought it was absurd, at the time. But now he sympathized entirely as he gave himself over to his instincts, fully.

Outside, there are growls and hisses from Alpha who can smell Billy's sweet, pure, virginal scent souring with Goody's influence. Even after this is over, that untouched sweetness he'd had his whole life will never return. The burden of it will be gone forever; a piece of Goody forever with him as the Alpha who claimed him first.

"Harder, Goody," he cries, losing track of time as his lover ravages his body. It could have been seconds. It could have been an hour. He could have climaxed multiple times or none at all. The pleasure is searing, transformative, as he satisfies his heat for the first time.

"Deeper," he demands, some of the dominating force of his voice melting into a more pleading tone. Billy had always thought that mating with someone would be an embarrassing, exposing event. But that couldn't have been farther from the truth. He feels free. He feels utterly protected, here in the bed. Able to do what he pleases and knowing Goody will accept and love him for it, all the same.

"Feel so good," he groans, head tilting back on instinct, baring his neck to Goody. The Alpha is fighting so hard and the Omega isn't making it any easier. "You feel so good. Mine. All mine, now. More, Goody. Give me everything."

[intheashes]

Though the woman who had been meant to be his mate back home has questioned his verility, called him neutered, right now he is nothing of the sort. It is like all that strength and dominance that he refused to show had broken loose. Billy wanted and needed a strong and passionate Alpha. He needed it hard and fast and desperate. Goodnight was more than willing to give this man everything an Alpha could be.

Everything but the binding bite. He can barely keep his head with the way Billy cries out and begs him for more. His nose swims with their mingling scent. Goody can't help but press his sweating chest against Billy, run his hands over every bit of flesh. Anything, everything, to leave his scent heavily on the Omega. So that any Alpha who comes to close could smell his claim.

He continues to push. Some Alphas finish quickly. He's not some Alphas. He knows it will be hours. He knows because he's a Robicheaux Alpha and they are said to go all night.

His hands stop at Billy's hips, to hold still. His mate and demanded everything. He slams in deeper, knot starting to swell slowly within him. It makes thrusting harder and passage tighter. It takes even more strength and effort to move and the shoves even more roughly, using the feeling to distract him from the temptations Billy is offering.