Author Notes: And… we're back!

Here's the sequel/part II of Reap What You Sow. If you're not familiar with the former, this probably won't make a lot of sense and I'd recommend reading that first.

For timeline purposes, although some things have changed, this is set after Three Ghosts (2.09) but before the events of Blast Radius (2.10), so the mid-season 2 finale.

This fic will have the Mpreg, I promise, but that also means Oliver and Slade get to bang again.

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Chapter 1: Normality

Oliver had been waiting for this day for a long time, he'd found. Maybe not for as long as some other things but it had been in the back of his mind ever since he'd last seen Slade. He knew it would have to happen eventually, there was no point in avoiding it really, though only when that fateful day finally came did the realization dawn so strongly on Oliver.

It was Friday evening, which meant the weekend away from running his father's company, and the Omega had redressed from work clothes for the occasion as such. The black V-Neck and nice dress pants had been easy enough to select out though Oliver had paid attention when reapplying his Beta cologne this afternoon to not so thoroughly douse himself in it like usual.

The foundry beneath Verdant was empty, free from its usual chatter and his two partners' presences. No major trouble had surfaced on the streets as of late so Oliver had been unceremonious in demanding the place to himself for the evening. The Arrow and the people of Starling City could wait for one night. Thea wasn't due to be upstairs in the club for another half an hour, and so Oliver was utterly alone.

Everything was shaping up perfectly.

Because today was the day, Oliver Queen had a date. His enigmatic first date with one charming Alpha, Slade Wilson.

It hadn't even been that long since they'd last talked or even texted and yet the wait felt agonizingly long. Minutes ticking by and Oliver just twiddling his thumbs.

Yeah, that's right, that's what he would do.

Fumbling for his phone in his front pocket, Oliver exits out of his several dozen text messages between him and Slade.

There had been more non-verbal communication between them in just the past two weeks than anything else. It wasn't quite as intimidating as actually having to talk to one another, though the latter was the Omega's preferred approach when he needed to get the point across to the Alpha about things.

Calling the man, Oliver could feel his insides tense up.

Slade picks up almost immediately after the phone starts dialling and Oliver wastes no time in running his mouth to him.

"Where are you? It's five-thirty and I'm at Verdant."

Slade laughs, deep and husky across the line.

"Eager, are we?"

Oliver might have been but it wasn't like he was going to admit it to the Alpha, twisting one hand in his lap.

"You were supposed to be here by now. My sister will be coming in for work soon. I've managed to convince my friends to let me have the place to myself and that they won't be meeting you today."

The latter felt good to say, even if it had been a little difficult to arrange. Knowing he'd told Diggle and Felicity mostly the truth about what was going on between him and the Alpha. The mysterious Alpha that had 'allegedly' kidnapped him for a whole night, was behind the whole Mirakuru serum situation, and—damn it was just an all-round hard thing to translate to anyone else.

After several long weeks of not knowing how to really explain the situation—not even knowing what was going on between him and Slade himself—he'd actually managed to do it though.

The Alpha makes an indecipherable noise in the background.

"So you told them about us?" Slade asks, though it's more of a strained request for information, "How'd they take it?"

"I told them the other day, though I wasn't sure how to bring it up to you by text. So they've had a bit more time to get used to that fact that I'm seeing an Alpha, but… about as well as expected."

Oliver almost groans, just remembering the awkward conversation that had ensued as the Omega unveiled pieces of information that he had previously been very withholding about. Usually, unless things related to his past became relevant—like the Mirakuru showing up in Starling City—Oliver would never think to speak about what happened to him during those five years away from hospitable civilization.

"Well, you may as well tell them I'm not going away very easily either. Or better yet, let me do it, whenever I get the liberty of being introduced. Why not today anyway? Don't trust me to behave around your little crime-fighting team?"

"Just get your ass here, Slade," Oliver groans, "I don't want to have to worry about introducing you to anyone else at the moment."

Oliver gets to his feet, going back to pacing again as he grows slightly unsure of himself. The quicker Slade got here and they could get away from here, the less chance they had of having any unsightly run-ins with anyone Oliver might have to explain Slade's presence to. Which was still absolutely everyone in Oliver's life as he was sure Diggle and Felicity, albeit not outright condemning, weren't very accepting of his and Slade's strange relationship either.

"Anyone else?" Slade snorts, "Who have I had the liberty—no, the honour—of being introduced to, because it seems like I can't do anything by way of you without first getting your permission."

Slade's tone was more jovial than outright annoyed yet Oliver couldn't help roll his eyes even if the other couldn't see him.

"And whose fault is that?"

The Alpha growls back at him, possibly in what's supposed to be a show of dominance that an Omega would usually yield to, but Oliver doesn't think so.

"You can't keep me out of your life, Oliver," Slade says, once Oliver imagines the Alpha realizes he won't cower before him.

"Despite how much you totally have a right to… but you passed up that option in favour of keeping me around. So shut up and let me attempt to clean up my mess, kid."

Oliver doesn't even bother to get angry about Slade's usage of his seemingly 'beloved pet name' on him.

"Then just hurry up and get here then before you give me any more trouble," Oliver urges.

Partially because of his aforementioned stated reasons but also because of his inborn desire to just see the man. Which was probably just the Bond talking—strained as it was over his and Slade's continued distance from one another—as Slade was also an annoying, stupid Alpha that Oliver didn't want to bother with the rest of the time.

"Alright, alright, don't get a knot in your panties. Unless you want me to put one there, which can also be arranged—"

"Slade!" Oliver berates, "You better be here like right now."

Immediately thankful no one else was around to hear his shrill yell of the Alpha's name, Oliver has to wonder what the hell Slade is thinking. The Alpha knew just how to push his buttons and it made butterflies dance in his stomach thinking that they were supposed to be going out—together—in just a few minutes.

Oliver would jump willingly into a fight with super soldiers in his sleep, for the right cause, and yet the prospect of a date with Slade seemed wholesomely more nerve-wracking than possibly any of Oliver's Arrow related activities.

"I'll have you know it's only five-thirty-two, Oliver," Slade says matter-of-factly so, "Don't act like it's any later. Only two minutes after our scheduled 'date' time. Whatever, you can whinge to me about it all in a moment. I'm outside now."

With that, Slade hangs up and Oliver can hear the noise from outside like an engine dying, without the older man's voice in his ear. Oliver nearly jumps out of his skin, halting in his brisk pacing.

Oh shit, he didn't actually expect Slade to get here so suddenly, despite the fact that he'd obviously been on the phone to the man pushing him to get here.

Turning around on his heel, Oliver attempts to quickly compose himself. Phone back in his pocket; control his facial expressions from going all over the place which were clearly displaying his rapidly changing emotions. Why, why, did he agree to this date? What was he supposed to do around—

"Hey," comes from behind him, shattering Oliver's mental train of though.

He hadn't even heard Slade come in, open the door—

—Turn around you idiot, Oliver's higher reasoning scolds him.

Oliver stops thinking, forcing himself to turn around and face Slade. Which in turn causes him to nearly trip over backwards at how close the Alpha was, up in his face.

Oliver could feel himself tilt backwards.

An arm darting out from beside him, Slade grabs Oliver by the forearm before he can fall over his own feet.

Free palm brushing up over the Alpha's hand steadying him, Oliver allows Slade to stay there, without pushing him away, as Oliver grows steady on his feet again.

"Ummm, hey," is the only thing Oliver can think to respond with.

Despite Slade still being so close to him, their faces barely inches apart, Oliver was feeling less like he would fall over now and more like he was rooted to the spot. Slade pulling his hand back away from him, when they both seemed certain Oliver wasn't going to fall over again anytime soon, Oliver allows himself to fully meet Slade's gaze.

Slade looked… different. He wasn't wearing his eyepatch for one, is the first thing the Omega notes, blinking back at both the Alpha's eyes, slightly dumbfounded. There were… different things about him though. Oliver could only ascribe it to Slade looking less harsh around the edges, as right now he wasn't paying too much attention to the more intrinsic details.

It was comforting to see Slade with… both eyes yet Oliver doesn't look at the Alpha too much, uneasy.

Alpha running a hand through the back of his hair, Slade takes a step back from him possibly realizing how Oliver utterly didn't know how to respond to the situation.

"You're not going to be quiet on me all night, now are you?" Slade asks, humour in his voice but also sounding slightly concerned.

Mentally shaking himself, Oliver forces himself to look at Slade with an expression other than what he imagines to be his current stupid one.

"No, I'm fine," Oliver responds with, straightening himself out and bringing his arms back down to rest comfortably at his sides.

Damn Slade, just had to sneak up on him and get him all the more flustered than he already was.

Slade smiles, though it was hard to tell if it reached his dark eyes. Seeing Slade without his eyepatch on had quickly stopped being weird for Oliver though.

"I see, you're wearing less Beta shit than usual," Slade comments coyly, head tilting to one side.

Remaining where he was in an attempt to look more composed, Oliver couldn't help wonder when Slade had noticed.

"Yeah well I ran out down here," Oliver says, willing his voice to sound convincing, "And I was waiting for you to get here so I couldn't exactly go anywhere."

Oliver starts moving forward, causing Slade to shift out of his path, as he walked past the man. Not before he gave the man a quick look up and down though. Slade looked somewhat different to him without the vest, katana and guns all strapped to his body that he had worn practically every day on the island.

He looked mildly less predatory dressed down—up really—in a pair of slacks and a maroon dress shirt though Oliver couldn't help but feel that was Slade's intention. Oliver didn't like having his back to the Alpha either, but he also was sure that he'd just told a very unconvincing lie. There was no way Oliver would let himself be caught out without the scent neutralizer, Beta sprays, or god forbid his suppressants.

"Well, thank you for considering me at least," Slade says, seemingly materializing at his side.

Oliver shakes his head at Slade sincerely meeting his eyes.

"I didn't," Oliver affirms.

Not sure what the Alpha was getting at but not really sure of himself all the same.

Slade maintains their distance of being a little closer in Oliver's space than the Omega would have initially allowed the man to be, even as Oliver's edging for the door, in an awkward attempt to get them out of Verdant. The Alpha's attempts to be close to him were weird, and Oliver not sure how to deal with them, when Slade wasn't there to threaten him with violence or beat his ass into the ground.

Or at least, Oliver didn't think Slade was.

"Well, what are we still doing here? You're the one supposed to be taking me out," Oliver snaps, sensing the Alpha beside him but also not really doing anything.

"We've wasted enough time here. As it is, you already took long enough to just get here."

Slade chuckles, but obviously sees through Oliver's excuses as an attempt to push them out the door.

"Alright, right this way then."

Alpha opening the door and waiting for the Omega, Oliver briskly ducks outside and past the man.

The air outside Verdant was fresh, making Oliver immediately doubt his decision to dress according to not only what he felt comfortable in, but also what he thought Slade would like.

Mostly black seemed the best way to go in an attempt to ape old times. In spite of Oliver practically lecturing Slade that they shouldn't fall back on the way things had turned out between them in shaping their potential future, that didn't mean he hadn't not worn a lot of dark colours and camouflage around the older man though.

Maybe he should have brought a jacket as well, Oliver thinks feeling the cool air bite into his bare forearms. But he also had no idea where Slade was taking him either.

Oliver refrains from groaning when it's over to the Alpha's stupid, pompous car, parked in the alleyway beside the club. Somehow Oliver had hoped that Slade would take them somewhere just walking distance from here, but that also would mean they ran more risk of being publicly seen together. Something the Omega was not sure he was ready for.

So he'd put up with Slade's Lamborghini for now.

"I hate your car," Oliver states, not content to hide it from the man.

Practically dragging himself over to the thing from where the Omega thought they would be walking in the opposite direction, Oliver flops onto the side of the passenger door.

The lights on the car flashed for a moment as the Alpha opened it from the other side.

"Don't worry," Slade starts, "you've been in it before."

Slade doesn't distinctly smirk at Oliver but the Omega can feel the man's want to in his voice.

Oliver's clambering for the door handle regardless, keen to be out of the still-Winter-but-heating-up January air. Lian Yu had ruined any chance Oliver had of being someone who 'liked' the cold.

"You're going to want to stand back a bit when you open it," Slade says, showing Oliver the car door opening upwards rather than outwards.

Oliver shakes his head yet refrains from giving Slade one of his 'not impressed' looks. It might have seemed like he was already giving the man a lot of cheek today but the Omega wasn't sure how he was otherwise supposed to act around Slade.

No dumb Bond was going to dictate or have an impact on his feelings.

Letting himself into Slade's car, Oliver pulls the door back down on himself quickly. Despite how uncomfortable the lack of room in the vehicle might have been—not all open space like a motorbike—the atmosphere inside it was still warm from the heating being on not so long ago. Oliver refrains from squirming in the leather seats, feeling how low-hanging the roof was above him, putting his seatbelt on.

That was the appeal of sports cars he presumed, their aerodynamic and compact appearance, but Oliver couldn't help think they got less practical the taller you were. Oliver had a noticeable few inches on Slade.

"I'm sure, I fully consented to being in this before," Oliver comments.

Watching the Alpha settle himself into the driver's side where he seemed more at home than Oliver currently was. The car started without a key, engine low and humming.

"What? Would you rather I have carried you?" Slade somewhat mocks.

"I'm not sure I would have liked the struggle as I don't think you were going to stay unconscious for much longer than you did."

Oliver remembers, how unceremoniously he lost consciousness in the Glades all those nights ago—not liking the way the Alpha drew attention to it either in such a humoured manner.

"Drive," Oliver bites out.

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After several minutes of driving mostly in silence and some attempts at inane banter between them, Oliver still had no idea as to where Slade was taking him. It was back through the city at least—the opposite direction from the Glades—so that at least gave the Omega some peace of mind that Slade had some taste. He didn't find himself getting any more comfortable with how disgustingly rich the Alpha's car was, yet maybe that was just him looking for black marks to hold to Slade's name after he'd extended his forgiveness to him.

He did however; find himself starting to relax around the older man. After being so uptight, anxious and excited all day for the occasion it only took about five minutes for that nervous energy of his to burn out around Slade.

Oliver knew it was only natural. That although fickle and incomplete, the Bond—his body—would release endorphins to placate him within a short while of being in Slade's presence. That was the… annoying aspect of being an Omega, even his goddamn dynamic was dictating to him now.

The less they were around each other, the stronger the hormonal and emotional changes would be. It was like the body could recognize when Bond-mates were away from each other for what it deemed 'too long', though wasn't governed by reason or equipped with the knowledge as to think why. That maybe Oliver had other shit to do and there were more intrinsic reasons for him to think to be uncomfortable around Slade other than 'he just was'.

Maybe he could up his suppressants dosage or change them all together. Neither sounded overly healthy yet maybe that would stop all these bullshit feelings of his. That wouldn't change the fact that Oliver had been the one to pull Slade into bed though and not the other way around. Nor that Slade's scent, musky and heavy, at such a close distance without a great buffer between them, sent shivers down Oliver's spine and—

"—I'm sorry," Oliver forces himself to say aloud, breaking himself away from his more personal thoughts.

It was already sundown outside. Even with all of Starling City's lights and grandeur illuminating the scenery, Oliver found it hard to read Slade's eyes as they blended in with the dark. Maybe he shouldn't have let the silence stretch on between them for so long…

"Yes…?" Slade practically purred.

Alpha giving him a look out of the corner of his eyes whilst still focusing on the stretch of road ahead of them.

Oh great, now Slade was expecting more of an answer from him.

Oliver doesn't hide his squirms and uncomfortableness under Slade's ice-like gaze in an attempt to look remorseful.

"I'm sorry," Oliver exhales, apologizing again, "I was… being kind of a dick before. I just… just don't know how to act around you half the time."

Oliver couldn't help feel his explanation for his earlier actions was a bit lacking but at least he tried. Now was that so hard? For him to get off his high horse and just apologize?

Keeping his gaze met with Slade's narrow one, the Omega almost worried that the Alpha wasn't going to accept his—admittedly crappy—plea.

"Well, that makes the two of us then," Slade offers, diverting his attention from looking forward for a moment.

"Albeit you are very cute when attempting to be stroppy or sulking on me though."

Oliver feels himself slightly taken aback by Slade's words, shaking his head.

Cute?

"Stroppy? What does that mean?" Oliver asks, wanting to know the full extent of what the Alpha was implying about him.

It certainly wasn't a word synonymous with sulking the Omega knew. Yet Oliver did also flunk through most of his English classes.

"Stroppy," Slade says, waving a hand off the wheel as if trying to grasp how to explain the phrase.

"It's slang. When you're all grumpy and PHSing like the way you were before, you're stroppy."

"I am not stroppy," Oliver exclaims, settling back in his seat.

He'd show Slade 'stroppy' and 'sulking' if the Alpha so willed it. It sounded like another one of those weird… Australian or so terms of Slade's, as Oliver didn't think he had ever heard of it, even with all the multilingual knowledge he'd gained over the years.

"I didn't say you were," Slade laughs, "Just that when you are, it's quite fitting of you and adorable at the same time. Brings back old times—"

"—Alright," Oliver cuts off, seeing how pleased Slade was with himself at striking a nerve.

"You better tell me where you're taking me, like right now," Oliver follows up with, though without any real way to threaten on the matter.

He was already in the car and at the mercy of whatever the Alpha intended for them.

"You say that as if you're being held hostage," Slade coos, "And again with your stroppiness, have you really missed me that much?"

Oliver ignores the look Slade is giving him in favour of turning to look out the window. He and Slade were still playing the same seemingly 'game' with one another but a lack of disclosure would do that to you. It might have been childish, but it was a more comfortable scenario between them than the all too recent fighting and hatred.

"Well, you didn't exactly leave me with many options, now did you," Slade says, most of the jovial tone gone from his voice.

"Nothing too public, nothing too formal—I'm not taking you on a 'date date'—, nothing outdoors, nothing that will keep you out all night otherwise your friends will have my head," Slade recites as if reading from a book.

"Hmm, so you did remember everything I said?"

Oliver was mildly impressed with Slade's diligence, considering he'd only rattled off the 'terms and conditions' of their date the once over the phone. Which wasn't controlling of him, just that he and Slade could agree on a want to keep their relationship—or whatever it was—quiet.

For the moment at least, as Slade seemed sure to prove Diggle and Felicity's disapproving assumptions about him wrong and burst straight into the middle of Oliver's life at a moment's notice.

But for now, just a first not-a-date, first reencounter with one another when they were on good terms, was all Oliver had worries about on his immediate mind.

"Yes," Slade affirms, turning his head to fully face Oliver for a second.

The gesture was… strange as when the older man did it Oliver could pick out the differences in his face. The lack of tension and anger that coloured most of Slade's appearances with him in the past weeks. Slade kept his mask up well, and the Alpha having seen Oliver at his presumed worst—now and back on the island, when he was at his most vulnerable—might have allowed Slade an easier time dropping his own façade.

"I jumped through all your damn hoops," Slade apprehends, straightening up.

Oliver had to hope they were getting close to where ever they were going now as they were nearing the main happenings of the city. Even with all the peak hour traffic that was holding them up, the Omega decided not to question the Alpha's vagueness anymore on where he was dragging him to.

"You shaved," Oliver says, picking up on it and deciding to mention it now that they were over the silent treatment.

"I did…"

Slade's voice is low as if expecting a follow-up accusation from Oliver, running a hand over the stubble on his chin.

The beard and most of the hair on Slade's face had been stripped away.

Oliver had to wonder if the Alpha had done it the night before or started shaving it back once the Omega first caved to them going on a 'date'. The former seemed outrageous but Oliver did have to remind himself that every other male dynamic grew facial and body hair far quicker and better than the Omegas did.

It was amazing Oliver grew any stubble at all, considering the Omega felt he spent the beginning of his twenties practically baby-faced. If he shaved everything off today, he'd be worried about the slow rate in which his stubble would grow back at.

"For me?" Oliver couldn't help but poke fun at the Alpha.

Seeing how much Slade liked doing it to him.

Slade growls, deep and instinctual, hands tense around the wheel of the car and Oliver is slightly worried for a moment. The Alpha's gritted teeth swiftly turned into a somewhat uncharacteristic smirk however.

"Was the lack of so much Beta spray for me?" Slade coyly asks, eyes like the black sky boring into the Omega.

"Yes…" is all Oliver forces out between his teeth.

Not seeing the point in trying to hide it but also not wanting to give Slade the satisfaction that he'd caught him lying about it either.

Oliver couldn't avoid Slade's overt gaze.

"I guess we're even then," Slade smiles, "Though I do appreciate the gesture. You smell a lot… nicer without all the crappy masking and unnatural chemicals on you. You don't even have to wear it at all around me… if you don't want to."

Frowning at Slade's 'suggestion', Oliver was still somewhat amused to see the Alpha so strongly took notice of the change, but also couldn't help feel a little bit naked without so much Beta cologne on him. It was like he walked out of the house with his pyjamas still on or something else wrong. Especially when he felt that Slade was drawing attention to it. The Alpha seemed to enjoy it though, which gave Oliver a welcome sense of being appreciated.

"I wasn't too sure what to do about this though," Slade says when Oliver remains quiet.

Dragging a hand over the side of his temple, the Alpha highlights the grey growing up into his hair. There certainly wasn't too much of it, albeit it was a noticeable contrast with the rest of Slade's dark hair.

"I think it's fine."

"Not a word from you," Slade retorts, seeing the way Oliver was grinning.

"What? I think it looks good on you. Seeing as you're always calling me 'kid', maybe I should start calling you an old man," Oliver chuckles.

Slade just shakes his head, pulling them off the road and directing them into what looked like an underground parking lot.

Oliver stopped laughing however when he realized Slade was killing the car here. Twisting around in his seat, Oliver couldn't really tell where they were other than the fact that it was dim. He didn't exactly want to get out either—not that the Alpha hadn't locked the doors—turning on Slade.

"Ummm, what the hell is this?" Oliver wastes no time in voicing his disapproval.

The Omega didn't mean to consider himself upper-class or anything—the island certainly pulverized some humility into him—but he was still expecting a level of class and well… effort from Slade in letting him choose the location for their date. An underground car park, or anywhere in the dark really, just seemed like a makeshift place to have sex—and there was no way this car was going to allow for that kind of movement.

Not that Oliver was going to allow that either but Slade was not setting a good standard at the moment. No matter how well he might have dressed and how nice he might have smelt.

"My place," Slade grins, opening his door.

Oliver could only groan, hastily following suit after the Alpha.

He should have figured as much.