Well, what do we have here? You've read the summary I guess ;)

It's based on a prompt I was given on tumblr by captainbigdickambrose and I hope it turned out good.

Not much to say but enjoy!

(Please kindly ignore typos and stuff, it's really late over here and I'm screenblind. Corrections will be made tomorrow. Hope it's not all too bad ;)

In a world where people are wearing invisible stamps of who they are and what they are, stamps which are nothing more and nothing less than your own and unchangable genes and thus inerasable, it is a dangerous poker game to be someone you are not. A world in which Alphas reign and Omegas obey. A well-ordered structure, how the society names it. Modern slavery, how some human beings with less luck might call it.

You can't erase that stamp. It is there and it is dictating your life, whether you like it or not. Be an Alpha and you can be anything. Be an Omega... and you can be what you are allowed to be.

No, you can't erase that fucking stamp. All you can do is trying to be someone else and hope that no one will notice your masquerade...

The hollow sound of his steps which echoed in the corridor seemed somehow far away to Dean's ears as he hurried to get to the relative safety of his own apartment. Time was outrunning him and the strange glances he'd received from some of the people on his way here had told him that there wasn't much time left.

He should have known. He really should have. For a little more than half a year now his life had been almost perfect and much too good to last forever like that. A life like this one was what he deserved though but it was what the society denied people like him. A big and luxurious apartment, money, freedom and the liberty to do what you wanted. The right to chose and decide.

Being an Omega took the right to have all this away from you.

Omega. He hated this word, hated it with all his heart. Being submissive and willed to serve? No. Never. He'd never been like that and maybe mother nature had slipped in creating him, pressing that fucking Omega stamp on him while at the same time accidently putting an Alpha will into him. It was the reason why the past five years of his life had been a constant hiding. But hiding was better than to surrender.

Here people believed that he was an Alpha, because everything about him was Alpha. Except... it...

The heat. That was how it was called. Heat. An Omega thing. Going into heats for days like an animal if you didn't get laid, leaving you begging to be fucked like a cheap bitch, without giving a damn shit about who fucked you, because if you didn't do it, you'd end up screaming in pain... or in some cases even end up dying because of a bloody fever getting out of control. It set pheromones free, that heat, perceptible for anyone around. It was what made the hiding difficult and dangerous. And those heats were a complimentary ticket for those who ran this world to use you.

Six times in the past five years the damn heat had blown his cover already, always because the remedy he was using to prevent going into heat at all had failed him. People noticed... and he had to leave and change his identitiy because claiming to be an Alpha when you were not was against the law. The thing was that you couldn't just go out and find yourself a random partner to solve the problem because those pheromones were set free, too, during sex...

Biting back a groan that crawled up his throat as a heavy wave of dizziness washed through him, Dean leaned against the door frame, putting one hand on the scanner while typing the code into the keypad to unlock the door to his apartment. The door jumped open then, giving the way free to his hiding place and it was more a falling into the the room behind the door than a walking because he had already reached the point of being much too unsteady on his feet. With a quiet click the door closed behind him, shutting the world out.

It was quiet and the few light that came through the blinds barely managed to shed any light on this little inside world he called his home. His eyes caught silhouettes, the faint outlines enough to guide his way to the bedroom. Usually he would have been able to find his way even through an absolute darkness in here, but his head already didn't work like it should anymore. He wanted to move and it was now that he realized that he was kneeling on the floor without knowing when he had kneeled down at all. A thin sheen of sweat was covering his body. It was hot in here but it wasn't the air around him but his body that had started to catch fire. The heat was rising... and with it the need came...

Too fast. This was going too fucking fast...

Willing his body to obey, Dean moved to get back to his feet and somehow he succeeded, reaching out to anything that could steady him as he took unsteady steps towards his bedroom. Something gave way under his hand, fell and hit the floor with a sound that told of being damaged beyond repair. Dean didn't care. He stumbled forward instead, pushing the door to his bedroom open and he almost took a trip to the floor as another wobbly step caused his shoulder to collide with the frame.

Rage sparked in him momentarily... because this, being trapped in the wrong body, was not fair and for a brief moment it smothered a fear which lingered in him. He was scared. Scared that he was too late and of the pain that being too late would bring to him. And he was scared that someone would notice something.

Ripping the drawers of the bedside table open, he dug through the content. The metal was cool to his touch as his fingers closed around the small box he was looking for, the only thing that could help him now. His heart was hammering in his chest, pumping blood through his veins like a bullet train and the buzzing in his ears it brought along was almost deafening. It made the desperate little sound that left his mouth nothing but a faint feeling of air passing his lips as he ended up on the floor beside his bed because his legs suddenly quit their service. Screwing his eyes shut, he tried hard to clear his head enough to do this, to get this damn thing he was clutching to work but his brain was already on its way down to his lower regions. One deep breath. Two. It was difficult to draw more than a shallow breath because his body was already tightening and his already rock-hard, aching dick strained painfully against pants he was wearing.

Too fucking fast... it had never been like this...

It shouldn't even be happening already, two days after his last relief. It had always been a week until it was coming up again. One week, not two fucking days! But maybe he shouldn't be surprised, should he? Things had changed in his life, forming it in a completely new way in a slow process... ever since that one being had stepped into his life.

Roman.

His lips formed the name yet he wasn't sure if he'd said it aloud. It didn't matter though. No one was here to hear it and it wasn't supposed to be heard anyway. It was his secret, this thingy he felt for this man. Not long after he came to town he met Roman at his new job, if one wanted to call it like that. Modern gladiators might have been the best way to explain it and being a modern gladiator was a right that was only reserved for Alphas. This society admired the canalized violence of the shows the modern gladiators presented, honored the fighters, idolized and even hero-worshipped them. To be a gladiator you needed to be brave and have an unbreakable will. You needed to be strong and well-toned and in peak condition and the fact that Dean was all this had been his ticket to get his foot in the business. Two days after signing the contract, Roman had crossed his way. One month later people started to call them Siamese twins.

Now, not even half a year later Dean had to keep his feelings for Roman, which had become more than just a deep friendship, locked away in a dark corner within him. Luckily with success.

But today their training had been... more intensive. Closer. Roman had been closer and the air between them had been vibrant, humming, tuning every fiber of Dean's body in on his best friend in that one way it should not happen... unleashing those more than just friendship feelings. Either a forerunner to this now or him being too aware of Roman today had kicked his heat off, causing his body to betray him in the worst way.

His fingers closed tighter around the item in his hand. A hologram box that could create holograms which were real. An expensive toy he'd stolen from an Alpha years ago and the one thing that kept him from going into the heat by giving him the only save partner to have sex with. Another deep breath before he opened his eyes again, pushing a button on the small device in his hand and he blinked at the flickering air in front of him...

Roman. A smile grew on Dean's lips, a bitter one because he knew that he would never be with Roman the way he would be and had been so often already with this articifial version of him. A vivid memory hit him, ripped a stuttering breath right out of his chest... as he felt Roman lying on top of him... bare chest on bare chest, the sweat slicked skin hot to Dean's touch...

And while his fuzzy mind still dwelled in that memory... the hologram disappeared...

"No..." he gasped, his eyes widening in oncoming panic as he understood that it was happening again. "No!"

Pushing the button again he stared at the spot where the hologram should appear again but all that happened was... nothing. Again and... nothing. His hammering heart stumbled in his chest while he tried with trembling fingers to get the fucking holo-box to work. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate now and he knew that it was almost too late already. The cloud that engulfed his mind was getting thicker, made it hard to think straight at all. And then suddenly the heat in him... exploded...

The box slipped from his finger as a sudden jolt of pain shot through him and made him hunch forward with a moan. Again and again... and again. With a pained cry he sank to the floor, curling up to a ball as his body started to cramp under waves of pain which rolled through him, fusing into each other... becoming worse with every moment. Extending a hand, he reached for the box in a last desperate attempt... but... nothing. Nothing...

Too late...

Fever... it was surging up... he felt hot... so hot... pain... his mind was clouding over... and the few air he managed to draw was taken from him by agonized little sound which passed his lips.

Minutes? Hours? An eternity...?

"Dean?" He heard it. Yet not. A touch on his shoulder, on his face. "Dean!" Again. Commanding. He knew that voice. "Look at me!"

Somehow he managed to crack his eyes open and through his blurred vision he saw...

"Roman...?"

The name was barely more than a breath. This couldn't be... Roman couldn't be here, should be on a competition right now. Hands grabbed him and forced him to sit up, making the pain in him even worse but those hands didn't allow him to lie back down. The confusion that was etched deeply into the handsome features morphed. To shocked realization.

The fingers which were closed around his shoulders tightened their grip on him to a point that was far beyond being painful as Roman said, his voice void of any kind of emotion: "But you... you are an Alpha..."

The pain the hold in him caused was mingling into the one the heat caused. It didn't matter anymore. The expression on his friend's face was what ached him more, even through the agony that held him prisoner. A shadow cast over those silver eyes which usually looked at him with nothing but affection, guarding them and the man who was kneeling in front of him now, it wasn't his Roman but the menacing fighter that came out every time Roman stepped into the arena. The fingers on his shoulders tightened even more if possible and there would sure be bruises tomorrow... but it didn't matter anyway, did it? Nothing mattered anymore, now that Roman knew the truth.

"Please don't... tell them..." he begged, the words on his tongue drowning in a pained moan as his body once more cramped under the pain.

The hands though held him up mercilessly. A flicker in the guarded eyes, their gaze becoming somewhat distant. Brows furrowing...

"You've been lying to me all that time..."

The void in the low voice was wiped away by the hurt the knowledge of being betrayed brought along.

"I... ugh... 'm sorry..." Dean forced over his lips, lifting a hand to his friend's arm.

The second Dean's fingers touched him, Roman's gaze came back to the here and now, cutting sharp and he pulled his arm away while growling: "Explain yourself!"

"I... couldn't live... like that..." Dean panted, his hand dropping back down. "I'm... not like them... fuck... you know that I'm... an Alpha..."

... even when I'm not...

Although he didn't say it, Roman understood. Bowing his head a little, Roman closed his eyes tightly while breathing a sharp sigh. The hold on Dean's shoulder loosened a bit and with another sigh Roman pushed a hand through his black mane, looking back up at him.

"How did you stop your heats?" Roman asked quietly.

His voice was reserved now and still hurt but at least the aggressive note wasn't there anymore, Dean's clouded mind registered. Just like it registered that the spot where Roman's hand was still touching him burned even brighter that the rest of his body and the need in him forced him to press his cheek against it. Roman flinched a little... but the hand remained where it was.

"... box..." Dean whispered, not wanting to but knowing Roman wouldn't let it go.

From the corner of his eye he watched as the other man looked down to the small device and after a hesitant second Roman reached out to it and just gazed at it for another second, before pressing the button. Despite all this now, Dean felt an odd laughter getting stuck in his throat as the artificial version of Roman flickered in the air for the briefest of moments.

And for the first time in his life Dean silently begged the fever to end this all.

Slowly the box was set down on the floor again and once more there was confusion written on the handsome face and awareness and shock in those grey orbs as he gazed back at Dean. A double betrayal, wasn't it? He'd lied to Roman about who he was... and also about what he was feeling...

With a moan Dean sank down to the floor, curling up to a ball again as Roman let go of him to sit down. Pulling his knees up, the big man braced his elbows against them and hid his face in his hands, a quiet groan dropping from his lips.

Time stretched in an endlessly long moment, left Dean drifting in this sea of agony...

And then... something changed. His name was being whispered and a touch on his face... gentle... opening his eyes he found Roman leaning over him and it was back, that affection he'd thought he would never see again on his friend's face and he wanted say something but he couldn't, could only lean into that touch that vanished all too soon. He was being lifted up was placed on the bed. Roman settled beside him, leaning down to... to breathe a kiss to Dean's forehead.

"Do you really want this?" Roman asked, letting a hand wander down to his aching member to cover it lightly.

With a moan that was not born out of pain, Dean arched into the barely there touch.

"Ro..." he whimpered, bucking his hips helplessly as the hand on his trapped member gave a bit more pressure.

"You should have told me sooner," Roman whispered, placing a kiss to Dean's temple. "I would have helped you..."

Another kiss... on his cheek... and on the corner of his mouth... before Roman buried his face in the hollow of Dean's neck, breathing deeply.

"You smell so damn good..." Dean heard him rumble, felt the tip of Roman's tongue flick over his skin. There was barely grey left as Roman drew back to seek his gaze again, soft affection sharing the place with a predatory gleam, there in those now almost black eyes. "I want you..."

Another whimper passed Dean's lips as Roman shifted, slipping a leg between his and he couldn't help but grind against the massive thigh that pressed down with just the right pressure. Hot fingers... finding their way under his shirt, leaving a pricking in their wake as they ghosted over his heated skin... and fingers in his hair, twisting into it to hold his head in place... as Roman claimed his lips in a kiss that was as gentle as it was demanding. And it was slow, searing and possessive... but so damn loving that Dean forgot how to breathe… tiny sounds of pleasure got lost between their sealed lips, tasted by dancing tongues... It fuelled the need for Roman in him, chased a tingling down his spine and a heavy shiver throughout his body. All there was… it was this kiss and Roman's presence, his scent and his touch, the feeling of this solid body against his own as Roman shifted once more, settling between his legs…

All there was… was the fire in him, the need and Roman...

Hands began to dance and wander, removing offending pieces of clothes... unwrapping heated bodies, open and bare to longing gazes. Fingers, travelling over Dean's body, leaving goose-bumps in their wake.

Dean's hands started a journey of their own, smoothing over temptingly soft skin, roaming further... feeling those muscles move against his palm, feeling a shiver run through his lover as he scraped his nails lightly over the broad back. Slowly his hands moved down, caressing, savoring, coming to rest on a perfect ass. There was a quiet moan, maybe from him… maybe from Roman… but it was swallowed as their lips sealed again, was breathed away.

There was no time for regret as the kiss broke because those lips found a sensitive spot on his neck, sucking, biting, marking him before a hot tongue soothed over the sensitive skin. Dean arched into the touches as Roman's hands moved over his shoulders, trailing over his chest and abs, fingertips exploring, mapping… caressing… a whimper passed his lips… every single tiny touch leaving a prickling, a warmth in its wake until every nerve in him cried out. The heat between his legs flared as Roman wrapped his fingers around his aching cock to stroke it agonizingly slow while licking and nibbling his way down to Dean's collarbone, giving it some attention, before he moved to the smooth chest, humming at those tiny sounds of pleasure Dean rewarded him with. More kisses were worked down over Dean's abs as his lover inched further down, coming to lie between legs that created room for him willingly.

Through the haze Dean watched Roman's tongue dart out, teasingly the rock hard, twitching fesh that was aching for contact... leaving him whimpering at the sweet torture... before the lush lips wrapped around his cock, that eager tongue swirling around its head and for a second the sensation was so overwhelming, so real that he couldn't breathe...

His hands came down to Roman's head, to the black mane that was so pleasingly soft to the touch. His fingers greedily curled into it as the other man began to bob his head, sucking, licking, grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Bucking his hips, he shoved his dick deeper into the hot cavern that felt so fucking good on him, felt a heavy shiver run throughout his body as he looked down only to see Roman deep-throating him.

He barely notices as Roman gently pushed a finger past his entrance, slowly pushing deeper and crooked it... hitting dead on his prostate. Dean's eyes rolled back in his head and a low and drawn-out groan ripped from his throat while he tilted his head back into the pillow, his back arching from the mattress as heat flooded him and spiked throughout him like bright hot electricity that left a flame in its wake... until his whole body burned in a blazing need for more.

Fingers... travelling along his side in a touch that was featherlight... yet it caused that bright hot electricity to dance on his skin, made it prick... A moan that wrapped around his lover's name passed his lips as Roman sucked harder, pushed his mouth all the way down again and added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching him... fucking him in a way that was all urging, demanding and so very possessive that it fuelled the heat and caused him to buck his hips helplessly while his fingers tangled deeper in the black mane to anchor himself. Somehow...

But he was lost already...

Another heavy shiver ran through Dean as Roman hummed lowly, the vibrating sound seeping into Dean while that hot cavern keep sucking him harder now. Teeth were grazing the sensitive flesh softly, teasingly. Perfect bliss...

And then Roman pushed his mouth all the way down again while hitting Dean's sweet spot hard enough to make him see stars and with a loud, shuddering groan Dean came, exploding in his lover's mouth, his body quivering hard as his orgasm rolled through him in strong waves.

Through the haze he felt Roman draw back, the black mane slipping out of his hold and there was the dull feeling of a loss Roman pulled his fingers out of him. A hand settled on his still hard dick then, promising more of what he needed so badly.

"Ro..." he breathed. "Please..."

Brushing his lips over Dean's, Roman whispered: "What do you want?"

"Fuck me."

Desperate. Needy. He was begging... but he didn't care. A kiss was dropped to his forehead, before Roman settled back between Dean's legs, gently pushing them a bit more apart.

With a mewl Dean closed his eyes, throwing his head back into the pillow as he dropped into the current that ripped through him as Roman buried himself to the hilt in his ass, the thick, pre-cum slicked member sliding into his tight heat easy enough to leave only a delicious burning behind. Roman's rumbling groan rained down on him as walls clenched around the flesh he felt throbbing deep inside him and the sensation drew a moan from his lips.

"Burn for me, Dean," Roman growled pulling out of him almost completely, his hot breath fleeting over the side of Dean's face.

With a forceful thrust, Roman pushed back in, hitting Dean's sweet spot so hard that cried out, his body instantly tightening around the hard flesh as blinding jolts of lust coursed through his body. Again and again... and he pushed back, meeting Roman's thrusts because he needed more...

"Faster… harder…" he heard himself moan, his voice distand to his own ears and Roman complied, picking up the pace, pushing in roughly… slamming in to the base with every thrust... until Dean was writhing under him, arching helplessly against him.

Eager hands roamed sweat slicked skin. Blood buzzed in Dean's ears, his racing heart pumping bright fire through his veins as his sweet spot was hit over and over again. His body quivering with each thrust under the force of their mating, seeming to greedily suck at the hard flesh that kept fucking him hard.

The air between them filled with breathy little sounds, with low moans and groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. And Dean was burning, was inflame and riding on the bright hot pleasure that rolling through him in waves which carried him closer and closer to his release. Everything narrowed on this moment, on that hard body moving against him, in him, on the jolts of lust that ripped throughout him.

A begging little sound passed his lips as Roman slowed down, sneaking an arm around his back… before his lover sat back on his heels, effortlessly lifting him off the bed. A gasp of surprise got stuck in Dean's throat as Roman pulled him down hard on his lap, crashing into his prostate. The moan it ripped from his chest instead was whorish. Strong hands gripped his hips, fingers digging into his flesh as Roman lifted him up a bit and pulled him back down, rolling his hips to dive right into his tight heat, again and again, leaving Dean unable to do anything but hold on to him. The pleasure became brighter and brighter, coiling up in his belly, in his chest as he pressed closer to the other man, trapping his own aching, neglected cock between their bodies and the friction it created stole his breath.

Soon he felt every fiber in his body tingle under the pleasure, felt the familiar tightening of his balls but Roman was right there with him, both their movements becoming erratic. Pulling back a bit, he sought Roman' eyes. It was the matching burning he found there as their gazes locked, the lust and the need for him and a breathtaking affection he found in those depths that pushed him over the edge.

He let go... and with a loud, drawn-out groan he came, spurting his cum over both their stomachs as the pleasure within him unfurled and for a brief moment his vision blackened under its force. His body clneched tightly around the hard flesh, pulling Roman over the edge with him and with one last thrust his lover buried himself deep in his body. A broken moan tore from Roman's lips and echoed through Dean's mind, sending a shiver down his spine that fused into the fading waves of his lust.

Everything stilled for the longest moment. The world. Time. Everything.

When Roman moved eventually, wrapping his arms around him, he couldn't tell how much time had passed. But he didn't care anyway... Roman was here with him and they were one, at least for this short moment in time. Burying his face in the hollow of his lover's neck, he sagged against the broad frame and although he still felt the heat simmering in him, the pain was gone, leaving an leaden exhaustion behind that pulled him down into a tempting oblivion.

Held safely by those strong arms, he allowed himself to fall... and the last thing he knew before the world around him was dyed in a peaceful darkness was his name being whispered and a the touch of soft lips in a sweet kiss on his shoulder... and his own lips forming those three words he'd kept locked away all the time.

... I love you...

x

The peaceful blackness around him was thick and heavy, perfectley calm and filled with the purest of contentment. He drifted in it, afloat in the softness that was cocooning him. There was the memory of loving words, engulfed in a wonderful rumbling voice that was vibrating through him. The feeling of addictive lips, gentle hands and strong arms, sheltering him. But there were also touches, on his face, all over his body... pleasingly cool... touches which urged him to follow. Come back, they said. He drifted up, towards a light that was getting brighter. A voice, softly calling him. He knew that voice...

Slowly opening his eyes, he was met by soft but worried grey eyes which were gazing down on him.

Roman... was lying there beside him...

"Hey there," Roman murmured, giving him a small smile.

Blinking in confusion, Dean whispered: "Ro?"

"The fever is dropping," his friend stated quietly, dabbing Dean's forehead with a cool and wet cloth, before throwing the fabric into a bowl that was standing on the bedside table. "How do you feel?"

Fever...

The force as the memories of what had happened rushed back to him was paralysing. Roman had found out about the truth. Roman knew now that he was an Omega, that he had been lying and... and...

"Dean?"

... and he was still here...

"Why haven't you called the police...?" he forced over his lips because now that the haze of the heat was gone, he couldn't understand why Roman hadn't done it.

A sad expression washed over the handsome features while Roman's eyes roamed Dean's face.

"How could I?" Roman replied hushed, tilting his head a bit to the side as his eyes found back to Dean's.

"But I... you..." Dean stuttered, falling silent as his friend shook his head softly.

"I can't lose you. You are my best friend, Dean. You are my brother and my soulmate." Lifting his hand to cup Dean's cheek, Roman whispered: "Last night... you said that you love me..."

For a long second Dean could only stare at Roman while his heart tripped in his chest. He'd given it away, his secret...

"I... yeah. Yes, I love you," he admitted barely audible.

The time of lying... it was over...

Roman nodded lightly, before leaning in to place a simple and innocent kiss to Dean's lips. A warm kiss, provided by addictively soft lips...

"I love you, too," Roman said quietly, a crooked little smile tugging at his lips. "I have for a while now but... I... I didn't know how to tell you, you know? I was afraid how you would react. No more lies from now on, okay?

Hesitantly Dean lifted a hand to Roman's face, allowing his index finger to trail over the lush bottom lip. He still couldn't believe it...

"You're risking everything if you..."

He trailed off as his mind wrapped around what could happen to Roman if people found out. Jail. Or worse things...

A kiss was breathed to the tip of his finger.

"No one will find out," Roman promised. "You're safe now. No more hiding. No more going into heats because that ridiculous holo-box fails you. That is... if you want this thing between us to be, you know... more?"

For a moment all Dean could do was staring... and hoping that this wasn't some fever induced dream. But the skin under his touch felt much too real as brushed his fingers over the other man's cheek and over to the black mane, tangling them into the dark strands to pull him in until there was barely an inch left between their lips.

"Do you even have to ask?" he whispered, smiling at the sparkling he found in the grey orbs at his words before Roman closed the gap between them.

A touch of lips, hesitant, shy… an offer and a plea. It left a tingling on Dean's lips and a sweet ache in his heart. He felt Roman's fingers curl around the back of his neck oh so gently to hold him close while his own free hand found a home on pleasingly soft skin. His nostrils flared as the intoxicating and unique scent of the man who owned his heart flooded his mind with every breath he took. With a moan he met his lover's tongue half-way as it slipped past his lips as Roman angled his head to devour his mouth. The air between them hummed and his body sang in bliss.

The kiss was slow, exploring… tongues sliding against each other in a shy dance and his heart jumped in joy. For a long moment they got lost in that kiss, in the sweetness, in the warmth and the tingling if freed. It was spreading throughout his body, his mind… a bright sparkling… whispering, humming with love...

The mesmerizing silver orbs drew him in as the kiss broke eventually and Roman pulled back just enough to seek Dean's gaze. He felt Roman's hand cover his own, felt him entwine their fingers, like a symbol for that unique bond they shared. And it was written there in those eyes which looked at him with an intensity that was breathtaking, that from now on he would be safe.

Three words and his name... and a whispered promise.

Forever.

- End -

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