Warning(s): PWP, sexual content, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mating cycles/in heat, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, daddy kink, riding, oral sex
They all smelt it the moment Barry walked through the door, making their idle chatter hush down to a murmur as the scent got more intense. Hell, Clark probably smelt it a mile away before Barry even showed up if the subtle pivot of his head was anything to go by. Still, they had all looked at each other as if to silently ask if anyone else could smell it as well. When Barry finally burst into the room with his precious bundle, it was unmistakable.
"Alright," Barry announced with a sigh as he juggled pizza box upon pizza box into their quote unquote planning room of Wayne manor. "I got one meat lovers, one hawaiian, one mushroom and olives, one plain ass cheese, and two pepperonis for yours truly."
He sets them down on the big table his other teammates were huddled around, spreading them out across the surface. He cracked each box open, licking his lips when he saw the steam radiating off of them, and thanked the heavens none of them were ruined on the way over. Then again, Barry was well versed in running with bountiful amounts of pizza.
"Dig in everyone!" Barry said, clasping his hands together.
Barry straightened up and looked around at Diana and the rest of the guys. They were all already staring at him with vacant expressions like they just got done watching him murder someone. They had gone quiet as well. Barry could've swore he heard them talking just moments before he walked in. It was probably one of the creepiest things he's ever seen and that's saying a lot considering this past month's exploits. His gaze flicked between Clark and Victor then over towards Diana, Bruce, and Arthur surreptitiously, trying to bring levity to the situation with a nervous chuckle.
"Why is everyone staring at me like I just drank a whole bottle of tequila and did the macarena?" Barry asked with an anxious smile.
Victor gave Diana a puzzled look, eliciting a small nod from her, but what made Barry a little more uncomfortable was the way Arthur, Clark, and Bruce all seemed to stare at him with the same hooded expression. Before he could start thinking too much into it, a thought dawned on him that made him exhale with relief a little.
"I got all the right toppings right?" Barry inquired after a moment, figuring that was why everyone was giving him the death stare.
"Yes, it's fine! You did a really good job, Barry," Diana assured, putting on her best smile. She turned to Bruce, Arthur, and Clark, placing a hand on Bruce's arm cautiously. "Can you boys grab us a few plates?"
"Yeah, sure," Bruce said, coming out of his reverie. He acknowledged the other two and jerked his head towards the kitchen. "Come on. Let's go make ourselves useful."
Bruce lead the other two men out of the room with Arthur glancing over his shoulder at Barry one last time before they vacated the room. Barry occupied himself with pizza, practically stuffing his face with two slices at once. His cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk's as he chewed and swallowed his mouthful. Barry quickly swabbed the sauce off his lips and cheek when he saw Diana approaching him and cleared his throat.
"Hey, Barry," Diana greeted with a soft tone and a friendly smile.
"Sup," Barry nodded.
"Are you feeling alright?" Diana inquired, reaching out to press her knuckles against his cheek and forehead.
It was an action that reminded Barry of his mother and it made him fidget a little when Diana got too close to him. It's not that he wasn't comfortable around everyone else, especially Diana who was essentially the heart of their little family, but he was still new to the idea of letting himself get close. Diana pulled her hand away when she noticed how Barry shied away from her touch.
"Aside from being incredibly hungry, I'm doing great," Barry proclaimed with a wide smile.
Diana furrowed her brows slightly and narrowed her eyes as she casually took a whiff of the air. She could smell the pizza, of course, as it was nearly overpowering at this point, but now that she was closer to Barry she could get a proper sniff of the young man. Diana was already pretty confident in her assumption, but this confirmed her intuitions. Barry saw the concern on Diana's face and became crestfallen.
"Why? Do I look sick or something? I'm not growing a third arm am I?" Barry gushed, regarding himself with a sweeping gaze down the expanse of his body.
"No, you look fine," Diana assured with a bright smile. "It must be my beta intuition kicking in again. I don't mean to be such a mother hen."
"Hey, someone's gotta look out for the rest of us idiots," Barry remarked, returning Diana's smile and taking another bite of pizza.
Back in the kitchen a silence has befallen the three alphas as they collect plates for everyone. Clark is gathering up the plates and glasses while Bruce is grabbing something to drink out of the fridge. Arthur is leaning up against one of the counters with his arms folded over his chest, quietly contemplating the situation as the other two avoid bringing it up. Arthur stood there, listening to the soft and careful clink of glass and porcelain, until he could take it no longer.
"Are we not gonna talk about it?" Arthur finally demanded, getting antsy by Clark and Bruce's deliberate silence. "I can't be the only one who smelt it, right?"
"No, Arthur. I smelt it too," Bruce admitted, setting the half empty two liter of root beer on the counter. "I was hoping it was just my age getting the better of me, but now that you mention it…"
"Well? Is he?" Arthur pressed.
Bruce and Arthur look over towards Clark, who is actively trying to avoid the conversation, because if anyone knew for sure it'd be him. With his alien DNA and all. It made him more keen and susceptible to certain scents, especially where omegas were concerned. Clark let out a sigh and adjusted his glasses as the other two waited with bated breath.
"Barry's going into heat," Clark stated, looking between Arthur and Bruce.
"Are you sure?" Bruce asked.
"I'd bet my life on it."
"Then how come he isn't climbing the walls right now? He seemed perfectly fine when he came in," Arthur commented, leaving room for skepticism.
"Barry's physiology is really unique. His metabolism is off the charts and he has to eat nearly his whole weight in food every time he runs just to regain all the calories he's burned off," Clark explained. "After his accident I wouldn't be surprised if it changed him somehow."
"And when he does go into heat? Who's gonna take care of it?" Arthur inquired, noticing the way Clark's cheeks flushed.
"We let him decide," Bruce said.
"When it finally does hit, he's gonna be so delirious and outta his mind that he'll hop on the first alpha he sees," Arthur pointed out. "It's not about choice. It's about convenience."
"So, who wants to volunteer?" Bruce asked with a sigh.
"I think the question is who doesn't want to volunteer," Arthur remarked, knowing what they were all thinking.
It didn't help that there were three alphas and only one omega under the same roof vying for Barry's attention, but Victor and Diana helped to keep a sort of balance between them. Still, all of that flew out the window the moment Barry started to show signs of going into heat. Clark might be a little more restrained when dealing with something like this, but when the heat hits, and it's going to hit hard, Clark isn't sure what's going to happen.
"What do we do?" Clark pressed.
"Let's just get this stuff to the others," Bruce interrupted, referring to the plates, glasses, and soda. "We'll figure it out after we've all eaten."
They all seem to come to an agreement and collect everything up. They exchange a few words and share a couple of half-hearted laughs at something Arthur said. It's a brief break in the tension that offered up a little levity considering the shit is about to hit the fan. When they finally do return they're greeted with the sight of Diana and Victor holding Barry and trying to calm him down as the rest of his body squirmed anxiously.
The scene was enough to make any of the alphas lose their cool. The scent was nearly intoxicating with how strong it was coming off of Barry in waves and it didn't help that he was making soft mewling sounds. Clark could feel the shift in the whole room, especially with the way Arthur's breathing now. If there was one person in this room that was the alpha male it was Arthur. He was big and strong and was clearly the ideal candidate for Barry. Clark had no illusions to that.
Bruce on the other hand wasn't as virile as he used to be because of his age and, while he might be past his prime for lack of a better term, he's still more experienced. And then there's Clark. Clark didn't know where he fell on the spectrum, to be honest. He supposed he had all the qualities Arthur does and he's perfectly capable of mating. Clark was in tune with things the others weren't. His powers helped with that he supposed. Still, Clark isn't confident in his ability to satisfy an omega. You could say he's a bit naive when it comes to that stuff.
That's not to say he isn't affected by Barry's scent right now. It'd be impossible for him not to be. If anything, he was probably more susceptible to Barry's pheromones because of his heightened senses. It's taking tremendous will power just to not jump him right now in front of everyone.
"What the hell?" Bruce mumbled.
"He's fainted. He's going into heat," Diana said calmly, cradling Barry's head in her lap. "We need to get him to a bed."
"A little help fellas?" Victor called over when they all just sort of stood there gawking. He turned to the Kryptonian. "Clark?"
Clark rushed over to the two betas currently coddling the omega going into heat and knelt down beside them. He swooned a little at first when felt the warmth radiating off of Barry and shook his head before it could catch him completely off guard. Diana carefully rose Barry head up from her lap and shifted the young closer to Clark who slid his hand between Barry's shoulder blades. The crook of his elbow helped to support Barry's head while Clark linked his other arm under the backs of the omega's knees.
"You got him?" Diana inquired, hands hovering around Barry just in case.
"Yeah," Clark replied after a moment of shuffling his grip on Barry slightly.
Diana let Clark collect up the bundle of writhing heat and stood up as Clark rose from the ground with no fuss. Barry unconsciously curled into him, slinging an arm around Clark's shoulders as he whined and panted helplessly. Clark stood there a moment with everyone around him staring. Diana was worried and Victor was upset that he wasn't more prepared for this. And of course Bruce and Arthur's attention was drawn to the omega squirming in Clark's arms.
Clark made his way out of the room, noticing the way the two other alphas instinctively followed the smell of Barry. He got a whiff of the pizza and his stomach growled absently. That was merely a fleeting craving as Clark began to process the whole situation. He couldn't help but flush at the fact that he was carrying an in-heat Barry to a bedroom like a bride on her wedding night. It also didn't help that Barry was starting to rouse from his initial stupor.
"Clark," Barry whimpered with a groggy tone, eyes still closed.
"How'd you know it was me?" Clark mused, adjusting the bundle in his arms.
"I could never forget your scent," Barry purred, wrapping his arms around Clark to nuzzle the side of his neck. "I want your scent all over me."
He took in a deep breath and mewled, arching further into Clark's embrace as his heart started to pound faster. Barry was vigorously rubbing his face against Clark's cheek like a cat seeking attention. The younger man started baring his neck to Clark and clawing at his shirt, trying to pull the Kryptonian towards him. Clark tried to distance himself from Barry as much as possible, though the offer was tempting.
"Mark me," Barry whined into Clark's ear.
He was becoming more insistent, almost belligerent in the way he was attempting to entice Clark which caused him to fidget more in Clark's arms. Barry was even actively trying to kiss and nip at Clark's jawline all the way to one of the guest rooms and all Clark could do was keep it together long enough to get him there before his instincts finally kicked in and had him ravaging the young man in the hallway.
"Please," Barry begged softly.
Barry was squirming, intent on adjusting himself so that he facing Clark all the way now and pleading with the alpha to just relieve the pressure building up in his body. Barry had gone into heat so fast that Clark could already smell Barry's natural essence wafting through his clothing. Barry was ready to go, but they were still so unprepared. Clark didn't know what to do aside from the number one priority of laying Barry down.
"Please, Clark. My body is aching so bad," Barry was sobbing incoherently, sounding almost in pain. "I want you to fuck me. Come on."
"Barry, I know it's hard, but I'm going to need you to calm down for just a moment. I'm taking you to your room and then we'll all sort this out okay?" Clark informed, approaching the guest room that had become Barry's home away from home during missions.
"We'll sort it out. Together," Barry said, nuzzling Clark's neck.
"Look, I-" Clark faltered for a brief moment as he nudged open the door and walked Barry over towards the bed. "I'm going to have a talk with Bruce and Arthur and we'll decide who should… take care of you."
"But you're already here," Barry purred, grabbing Clark by his tie in an attempt to drag him down on top of himself. "And I want you."
"You'd say that to any alpha," Clark mumbled under his breath. "Just wait here. One of us will be back shortly to help you."
"Clark, please don't leave me like this," Barry whimpered, on the verge of throwing a fit as he writhed against the bed.
"Don't worry," Clark soothed, running a hand across Barry's forehead to brush aside the hair that matted to it by sweat. "It won't be long."
Clark had to admit, taking Barry right now was extremely tempting. The younger man was writhing and panting and his pupils were blown so wide that his eyes were practically black. Barry's scent was so strong too and it was kind of jarring. Or maybe Clark was just more sensitive to it. Either way, Clark had to go get help. Clark made his way back into the dining room where everyone was awaiting his return anxiously.
"How is he?" Diana asked worried as she took a step forward.
"He's burning up."
"What do we do?" Victor followed up.
"Isn't it obvious?" Arthur cracked, snorting as he folded his arms over his chest.
"Okay, so who's gonna take care of it?" Victor replied with a huff.
"Well, that's why I came down here," Clark stated. "I know this is all sudden and quite a shock, but Barry needs our help and he needs it immediately. It's up to Bruce, Arthur, and myself to see to it that Barry gets through this heat."
"You carried him up there and Barry's alway been very fond of you. Maybe you should be the one to do it," Bruce pointed out.
"But you have more experience with this stuff," Clark countered.
"Yeah, and Arthur's strong and virile," Diana retorted, heaving out a sigh. "Look, we can't beat around this all day. It's not like you guys have to mate with him for life. He just needs a little relief."
"Fine, I'll do it if it'll shut you all up," Arthur said. "I don't see why everyone's gotta make it such a big deal. It's just Barry. He's one of us and you should all wanna help him instead of cowering."
Arthur left the room with the final word and no one attempted to stop him, coming to the agreement that it was better that the Atlantean took initiative to help their friend. Bruce and Clark shared a look that could only be described as despair as both of them were left feeling a little dissatisfied with the outcome. Truth was they were both feeling a little self conscious in their abilities.
"It's for the best," Bruce told him, but Clark could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah," Clark concurred, matching Bruce's tone to a T. "It is."