It's started. Come home.

Dean typed out the message and hit send as he raced up the stairs to their apartment. His mate might not be there yet, but the scent of him was and Dean was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

He was made sure the door was locked behind him. This wasn't the bad old days, but even if the horror stories about what could happen to an omega in heat if an alpha caught their scent were just stories, he was taking no chances.

Realising he'd also put the security chain across, he scurried back to remove it, aware that there was a good chance that by the time Roman made it home, he might not be in any state to go to the door to let him in.

The scent of home and mate was like oxygen to the smouldering heat he'd been feeling, fanning the flames of need and want. He shivered as his entire body flushed, tiny bursts of perspiration breaking out all over, slick gathering between his cheeks, starting to soak through his boxers.

He was so very glad that Jamie had called into the store with coffee for his two boys when the first wave of symptoms hit. Dean hadn't expected his heat cycle to kick in so soon, he was sure he would have weeks left to get settled into his new home and bond.

The second time Dean's eyes had glazed over in the middle of the conversation, Jamie had leaned in and sniffed at his neck, placed a hand on his head to check his temperature with the magical skill of a parent and immediately turned to his own son to inform him that he was taking Dean home.

His chatter on the short ride had been a welcome distraction and a balm to Dean's nerves.

"It's a good sign it's happened so soon, means you an' the big guy have a strong bond...your body will tell you what to do, don't fight against it...of course I'll let your mama know, I'll head there directly...I know you don't wanna hear it from me, but remember, you're allowed to enjoy your heat, both of you..."

Dean smiled as he recalled the warm hug and the fond kiss to the forehead bestowed upon him by the older omega before he stepped out of the car and headed inside his home.

A fresh wave of heat washed over him leaving his skin prickling in its wake.

Where was Roman? Why wasn't here yet? Didn't he realise Dean needed him?

Kicking off his shoes as he went, Dean drifted towards their bedroom, the pull of their mingled scents drawing him in like a magnet. Pulling off his shirt he flung it into the corner before collapsing on top of the bed. He fought free of his jeans, the fabric suddenly feeling as heavy as lead against his body, the cloth dragging tortuously across his stiffening cock.

Socks followed leaving him clad at last only in his underwear, unable to face the idea of touching the sensitive flesh of his nether regions even to peel away the clammy cotton.

Dragging his mate's pillow down to where he lay in the centre of their bed, he curled himself around it, burying his face in the familiar scent, taking the edge off the ever building need that was threatening to overwhelm him.

A wave of...something...washed over him as he thought again of what was about to happen when his mate did arrive. Not the activity itself, he trusted that his body would be able to do the thing he was made for, but the consequences of it.

A baby.

A baby with Roman. Of course he knew it probably wouldn't happen the first time. His doctor had told him as much when he'd called to discuss going off his birth control a few days after their bonding ceremony. It was terrifying and exhilarating and right all at once.

He hugged the pillow tighter to himself and

breathed deeply, the scent soothing him into a fitful doze.

When he awoke, it was to a room fragrant with the scent of his mate, his arousal blooming, filling the air in response to Dean's own.

Dean peered through heavy lids, seeing Roman's massive frame hovering in the doorway. Why was he so far away?

He beckoned him closer.

"Rome...c'mere..."

"What do you need baby?"

Roman's voice was little more than a growl as he tore open his shirt, sending buttons shooting everywhere, and knelt on the mattress next to his mate. Dean sprung at him, pressing his face to his mate's bare chest and breathing in his scent.

"Baby, talk to me, what do you need?"

Dean wrapped his arms more tightly about his alpha in reply, a leg curling around the other man's hips, exposing the evidence of his heat even more.

"Need you Ro."

Reaching up, he pushed the alpha's shirt down his strong arms and nuzzled into the inked skin capping his right shoulder. His hands crept around his mate's neck and tugged at the tie holding his ponytail until his hair was loose and Dean was able to weave his fingers into the dark strands.

His arms shaken free of his shirt, Roman's hands drifted to Dean's ass, pulling at the sodden cloth until his slick soaked hole was exposed to the air. The scent hit Roman like a hammer, pulling a growl from deep inside him as he succumbed to the instincts of his rut.

He needed to take care of his omega. He needed to open his omega up. He needed to knot, he needed to fill, but first, he needed to taste.

Grasping Dean's wrists, he eased his hands away from his hair and brought them down between them. He darted forward and captured his omega's lips in a heady ferocious kiss, his tongue dancing with his mate's. With a grip gentler than his kiss he lifted Dean off his lap and sat him down on the pillows beside him, his lips finally breaking away from Dean's, leaving behind a trail of licks and open mouthed kisses as he worked his way down his mate's long body, easing away that last remaining scrap of clothing. Dean's hips canted up as Roman's clever tongue ghosted past his dick, but to no avail.

"Not yet baby."

Pushing himself away Roman lay flat on his back, his hands resting on the waistband of the dress pants he still wore, the straining of his cock against the fabric evident. He patted his hip bones.

"Hop on honey."

Dean scrambled to oblige, flinging a leg across Roman, grinding against his hardness.

"Little higher baby.."

Dean grinned and shuffled further up Roman's torso, the slick trickling from his hole pooling in the contours of his alpha's abs.

"Higher."

Roman's voice was hoarse with desire now, Dean looked down into the dark eyes of his mate, an unspoken question on his lip.

"I said higher baby...I wanna taste you.."

Roman's big hands slid under Dean's thighs and half pulled, half shoved him up the bed until he knelt over his alpha's face, his hands gripping the headboard to keep him steady.

"Oh fuuuck...Ro!'

Those hands which had whisked him up the bed now pulled the cheeks of his ass apart, opening him up to feel the breath of his mate whispering across his hole.

"Oh god Dean baby, look at you, you're so wet."

Soft lips kissed their way up his inner thigh, coming teasingly close to his pucker before moving to the other side and repeating the beautiful torture, little grunts and huffs of appreciation spilling from Roman between kisses.

"Come on Rom...hngh...oh god..."

Dean's plea was cut short as Roman's broad tongue at last licked across his entrance, lapping up the slick pooled there with indecent sounds of relish. Teasing around the sensitive rim, Roman revelled in the pleasured moans he was drawing from Dean. Angling his head back so that the bristle of his goatee tickled Dean's cleft, he began to prod at his pucker with a narrowed tongue, petitioning for entrance, easing open the drawn ring of muscle.

Dean was powerless to do anything except ride out the sensation as his mate fucked him with tongue, the slippery muscle pushing in as far as it was able. He felt as though the babbling brook of his slick had now become a rushing torrent and for the briefest of seconds, wondered if an alpha had ever drowned in this position. His worry did not survive the distraction of Roman slipping a finger into his sopping channel alongside his busy tongue, and then another all three working together to tease his rim and massage his prostate.

A sublime pressure began to build inside of Dean, at once familiar and entirely alien, growing exponentially with the attentions of his mate on his pleasure centres until with a loud cry his orgasm seized him, plunging the universe into darkness for a millisecond long eternity. Strong hands held him fast until the shuddering of his limbs ceased, and coming back into his skin at last, Dean glanced down, confused to see his cock still hard.

"Fucking hell baby, that was so hot."

Roman eased Dean back, sitting him once more across his hips. Raising himself up on his elbows, he grinned at his mate, his lips swollen, and his bearded chin utterly drenched in slick, great wet rivulets of it running down his throat and chest.

"Fucking hell Ro...was that me?"

"All you baby...maybe I helped a little."

"You feel like helping some more alpha?"

Dean's choice of words drew another rumble from his mate.

"What do you need from me? Do you need my knot? I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you and I'm gonna fill you up, gonna pump that belly full of my babies. Make you big and round and everyone will know it's because of me."

His omega whimpered as he moved out from underneath him, the feeling of need coaxed back into life by his alpha's talk. The quiet noise of a zipper being opened and the rustling of fabric soon silenced it.

The mattress behind Dean dipped as Roman knelt behind him, rock hard cock in hand. He tilted Dean's head to claim a tender kiss then gently guided him downwards so his forearms were resting on the sheets, his ass high and proud.

Lining himself up with Dean's still dripping hole, Roman plunged deep inside, seating himself fully in one thrust.

"Just go Roman. Give it to me hard."

That was all the permission Roman needed to commence his relentless barrage on Dean's pleasure spot, the fierce pace of his hips driving a staccato moan from his omega's lips as he took all his alpha had to give him, pushing back to meet those devilish thrusts.

Soon Roman felt the throbbing at the base of his cock that heralded his knot, the growing thickness starting to catch on Dean's rim with each thrust. One final snap forward and it caught, locking them tightly together, the pressure on Dean's prostate making him orgasm again, this time shooting ropes of cum from his untouched cock.

The convulsions of his omega's body pulled Roman's first orgasm from him as he continued to rut against his mate, filling him up with his seed, his knot sealing it within him.

Once the aftershocks passed, Roman carefully laid them down together, spooning Dean as he came inside him for a second time, the omega sighing happily and clasping his alpha's hand in his own over his belly.