One thing most betas simply didn't understand about heat or rut was that wasn't just being excessively horny for several consecutive days. That was certainly part of it, but it was much more than simple desire. It was bone-deep, instinctual. While in the grips of heat or rut, one didn't just want sex, they needed it, the same way they needed food, water, or air. And especially for Omegas, that meant that not getting it or not getting proper care during it, could make the whole thing a miserable process. And even at the best of times it could be incredibly inconvenient; that was part of why suppressants existed to begin with. It was far from the constant orgy of beta fantasy.
And part of that inconvenience meant that certain instincts- usually subtle enough to be easily ignored if one chose to- became overpowering. For Alphas, that meant becoming more aggressive and competitive. An Alpha in or on the verge of rut or triggered by an Omega's hormones, would become possessive and likely to start a fight over any perceived slight or intrusion into their territory, no matter how calm or mild mannered they normally were. And for Omegas this meant the urge to submit, to come together, to please. Urges that while helpful under the right circumstances could be downright dangerous under the wrong ones. Under the heightened influence of their hormones, an Alpha could force an Omega to agree to most anything, and not just in the bedroom; it was part of the reason so many legal documents required witnesses or notaries in modern times.
And right then Frank was extremely under the influence of his hormones, hanging onto his last scraps of control by his fingernails. His attempts at deep, controlled breathing had gradually given way to straight up panting. He was hot enough that it made him feel a bit dizzy, and he actually needed Clark's help getting out of the car. His skin felt too tight. His normally comfortable clothes unbearably restricting. His pussy felt painfully empty, his cock and clit painfully hard. Each throb of his groin hurt, desperate for relief, any relief.
Oh, the effort it took not to chase that brief kiss. No not entwine more than their hands. To not press more than their shoulders together. Though truly, without that supportive shoulder and hand he might never have made it to the door or stayed on his feet while waiting for it to open. But when it did...
When it did, Clark's mate was standing there and with the first step inside the scent of Alpha hit him full force. His uttered a startled gasp as his cock twitched desperately in its confinement, his vagina clenching at nothing with such painful intensity that it caused him to stagger. Instincts even more basic than those causing the problem had him reaching out half-blindly for the nearest object to steady himself, and for better or worse, that object was Clark. The angle swung him more fully against Clark's body... and that, plus the sound of the door closing behind them snapped the last strands of his control.
He grabbed Clark, nuzzling him and pressing their bodies together, grinding their hips together frantically. He'd only ever been this desperate once before, when he'd been bound spread-eagle to a bed for a full day of heat as part of his 'atonement' for rebelling. He'd tried to remain defiant, but after awhile he'd taken to begging, pleading, apologizing, anything he thought the Alphas wanted to hear. Anything to get relief, to ease the pain of being so very, very empty and alone...
God he was so empty. He didn't want to be alone. Not again.
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Clu- AKA Kent- had been in the bathroom when his brother and mate's call came in. He'd heard the ringtone, but with his phone in the living room, it had gone to voicemail by the time he'd gotten to it. Easy enough to check it of course, but when he did, he was confused at first. What 'friend Frank'? They didn't have a friend by that name. In fact the only Frank either of them was even vaguely acquainted with, so far as he knew, was the maintenance guy at work, and he could count the number of times they'd spoken beyond polite greetings and such on one hand with room to spare.
But then he saw the song link and things became clear. Well clearer, anyway. Faithfully being included like that could mean only one thing; Frank must have gone into heat unexpectedly, and his mate needed his help with it (and had likely already helped a little himself, if he knew his brother). OK, this was doable. A bit awkward, maybe, but doable. He hastily got changed into nothing but a pair of easily removable lounge pants and got as much set up for their guest's needs as he could before the doorbell rang.
But even then, he wasn't quite prepared for what awaited him when he answered the doorbell. His mate all but hauled Frank inside, with Frank staggering and catching himself by clinging to his brother while 'Kent' closed and locked the door behind them.
And with the door locked, Frank's scent really hit him. He wasn't just in heat, he was deep in it, the sweet, enticing sugary scent overlaid with the acrid smell of fear and desperation of the type that should only occur if an Omega had been left untended- or not properly tended- for a day or more. How in User's name had he gotten this bad in what couldn't have been more than an hour?
He started to ask his code brother, but he was rather occupied with Frank rutting up against him and seemingly trying to get as much contact as possible while muttering deliriously about how he was 'sorry', that he'd 'never do it again', and begging them not to leave him alone. Clearly explanations were going to have to wait. He stepped forward to steady his brother and mate- both physically and mentally- by holding him from behind. "Help me get him over to the couch and get his clothes off," he said. "I don't think he's going to manage any of that himself..."
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And part of that inconvenience meant that certain instincts- usually subtle enough to be easily ignored if one chose to- became overpowering. For Alphas, that meant becoming more aggressive and competitive. An Alpha in or on the verge of rut or triggered by an Omega's hormones, would become possessive and likely to start a fight over any perceived slight or intrusion into their territory, no matter how calm or mild mannered they normally were. And for Omegas this meant the urge to submit, to come together, to please. Urges that while helpful under the right circumstances could be downright dangerous under the wrong ones. Under the heightened influence of their hormones, an Alpha could force an Omega to agree to most anything, and not just in the bedroom; it was part of the reason so many legal documents required witnesses or notaries in modern times.
And right then Frank was extremely under the influence of his hormones, hanging onto his last scraps of control by his fingernails. His attempts at deep, controlled breathing had gradually given way to straight up panting. He was hot enough that it made him feel a bit dizzy, and he actually needed Clark's help getting out of the car. His skin felt too tight. His normally comfortable clothes unbearably restricting. His pussy felt painfully empty, his cock and clit painfully hard. Each throb of his groin hurt, desperate for relief, any relief.
Oh, the effort it took not to chase that brief kiss. No not entwine more than their hands. To not press more than their shoulders together. Though truly, without that supportive shoulder and hand he might never have made it to the door or stayed on his feet while waiting for it to open. But when it did...
When it did, Clark's mate was standing there and with the first step inside the scent of Alpha hit him full force. His uttered a startled gasp as his cock twitched desperately in its confinement, his vagina clenching at nothing with such painful intensity that it caused him to stagger. Instincts even more basic than those causing the problem had him reaching out half-blindly for the nearest object to steady himself, and for better or worse, that object was Clark. The angle swung him more fully against Clark's body... and that, plus the sound of the door closing behind them snapped the last strands of his control.
He grabbed Clark, nuzzling him and pressing their bodies together, grinding their hips together frantically. He'd only ever been this desperate once before, when he'd been bound spread-eagle to a bed for a full day of heat as part of his 'atonement' for rebelling. He'd tried to remain defiant, but after awhile he'd taken to begging, pleading, apologizing, anything he thought the Alphas wanted to hear. Anything to get relief, to ease the pain of being so very, very empty and alone...
God he was so empty. He didn't want to be alone. Not again.
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Clu- AKA Kent- had been in the bathroom when his brother and mate's call came in. He'd heard the ringtone, but with his phone in the living room, it had gone to voicemail by the time he'd gotten to it. Easy enough to check it of course, but when he did, he was confused at first. What 'friend Frank'? They didn't have a friend by that name. In fact the only Frank either of them was even vaguely acquainted with, so far as he knew, was the maintenance guy at work, and he could count the number of times they'd spoken beyond polite greetings and such on one hand with room to spare.
But then he saw the song link and things became clear. Well clearer, anyway. Faithfully being included like that could mean only one thing; Frank must have gone into heat unexpectedly, and his mate needed his help with it (and had likely already helped a little himself, if he knew his brother). OK, this was doable. A bit awkward, maybe, but doable. He hastily got changed into nothing but a pair of easily removable lounge pants and got as much set up for their guest's needs as he could before the doorbell rang.
But even then, he wasn't quite prepared for what awaited him when he answered the doorbell. His mate all but hauled Frank inside, with Frank staggering and catching himself by clinging to his brother while 'Kent' closed and locked the door behind them.
And with the door locked, Frank's scent really hit him. He wasn't just in heat, he was deep in it, the sweet, enticing sugary scent overlaid with the acrid smell of fear and desperation of the type that should only occur if an Omega had been left untended- or not properly tended- for a day or more. How in User's name had he gotten this bad in what couldn't have been more than an hour?
He started to ask his code brother, but he was rather occupied with Frank rutting up against him and seemingly trying to get as much contact as possible while muttering deliriously about how he was 'sorry', that he'd 'never do it again', and begging them not to leave him alone. Clearly explanations were going to have to wait. He stepped forward to steady his brother and mate- both physically and mentally- by holding him from behind. "Help me get him over to the couch and get his clothes off," he said. "I don't think he's going to manage any of that himself..."