Warnings: Omegas, Alphas, omega men capable of getting pregnant, self-lubrication, omega heats, and well you get the picture, right? I don't want to write it all out. If those kinds of things squick you, don't read. :)
This is my very first attempt at omega!verse. Now, it was supposed to start out as mostly a PWP, but it tried to find some kind of plot, so really this story attempts a plot and then devolves to sex lol. I wrote this as a fun prompt from IntoTheWilds, who wrote an amazing start to an omega story that you should totally go read. Like, right now, oui? Or, when you're done with mine. :D
Be sure to let me know what you think please! Even if it's just a :) I love reviews :) And if anyone wants more, just let me know (and let me know what you would like to see happen, as I have no idea lol) Okay, read on folks!
More than anything else in the world, the one thing that Spencer refused to be was weak. It was something that had been bred in him from childhood. Weakness was not a trait he could indulge in. His father drummed it in his head from as far back as Spencer could remember—and with an eidetic memory, he could remember back further than most. William Reid had tried to toughen up the young Spencer, who had been more interested in books than sports, and who much preferred solitude to crowds. It wasn't until he hit puberty that Spencer finally understood what it was his Dad had always seen in him and had tried to stamp out of him. Spencer Reid was something very, very rare. He was a male omega. Someone capable of bonding to an alpha, and able to carry their child. As he grew older and researched it, he would discover that there were only two other male omegas in the world. All the rest were female.
By the time Spencer discovered this part of himself during puberty, he was already used to being ostracized for being different. Finding out that he was even more different than anyone else didn't really change anything for him. To him, it was a simple matter of getting the proper medication from his doctor to suppress the omega scent—which was usually only granted for emergencies—taking care of all the necessary paperwork, and when he was older, making sure that he was at a proper facility during his heat cycles. And above all, making sure that only those who had to knew about his secret.
His father's lessons on not being weak had sunk in more than the man had realized. Spencer fought his nature with everything he had. He was not going to be some subservient breeder to an alpha. He wasn't going to give up his life, his ambitions, to be tied to an alpha. A few bad experiences when he was off his meds experiences and encountered alphas who thought it was their right to touch, or who offered him lewd propositions, and it only cemented his insistence that he wasn't ever going to bond. He'd been propositioned more than once when close to a heat cycle. Once, an alpha had loudly declared right out in public that, "Five minutes with me, baby, and I'll have you bent over and knotted like the proper little bitch you are." Alphas carried a distinctive knot at the base of their penis that, when they mated with an omega, was pushed inside and would swell, tying them together.
When Spencer graduated college, he didn't let his omega status stop him from pursuing what he wanted to do. Jason Gideon offered him a position at the Behavioral Analysis Unit and Spencer gladly accepted. The Bureau had no qualms hiring an omega. All they required were two things. One, that he took the scent suppression meds. And two, that his heat schedule be monitored. At the first signs of heat, he was granted a week of leave. His heat cycle came once every three months like clockwork so it was easy to plan around. The team he ended up on was very understanding about it all, too. They were all warned just so they could keep an eye out as needed and because two of the members were alphas. Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan. Those two were most definitely alphas. They were also unlike any alphas that Spencer had ever met. Though they carried that protective gene, the one that told them to look out for others and especially for omegas, neither one showed any sexual interest in him. Aaron was mated to his wife and Derek told Spencer flat out that he wasn't interested in men.
All in all, at twenty eight years old, Spencer was pretty well set. He had a good job, good friends, and he was perfectly content to continue on in his life without ever bonding to anyone.
Little did he know that life had other plans.
It started with a smell.
The BAU was on a case in San Diego, California, trying to find four women between the ages of twenty four and twenty eight that had gone missing in the past three weeks. Spencer and Derek were at a local coffee shop where one of the women had worked and they'd been questioning the employees and trying to get a feel for Mathilda Black's last day. When they finished, the two ordered some coffee, not ones to pass up being in a delicious smelling coffee shop.
"It seems like Mathilda matches with the rest of our victims." Derek said as he opened the door, letting Spencer precede him outside. "She was open, friendly, a real people person."
"One of the waitresses said she was a caretaker, too. Just like the others." The wind blew past when he stepped out and Spencer unconsciously drew in a breath. There was a hint of something…delicious in the air. Something that had Spencer standing a little straighter and drawing in another breath. What was that?
He almost didn't even notice Derek stepping up beside him. "Our Unsub definitely has a type. These victims fulfill a specific fantasy for him."
"It's more about personality than looks, though." Spencer said in an absent sort of way. The wind was shifting and that tantalizing scent was fading. He tried to draw in another breath in the hopes of catching it once more, maybe figuring out what on earth it was, but with the next gust it was gone. He let out a sigh that was far more disappointed than he realized.
A light hand on his arm brought his attention back around to his friend. He found Derek watching him, concern on his face. "Are you all right, Reid?"
"Hm?" Blinking his eyes a few times, Spencer looked over at Derek. Abruptly he became aware of the fact that he'd stopped right in the middle of the sidewalk and had just been standing there trying to catch the mystery scent in the air. Embarrassment had him flushing and it worked to bring the rest of his attention back to where it needed to be. "I'm fine. I just, I thought I smelled something kind of familiar. But it's gone now." And before Derek could comment on that, Spencer started forward again, heading towards the car while asking "Where do we go next?"
Derek gave him a strange look, but he didn't comment on it anymore. He caught up to his friend in just a few strides. "Next place is a restaurant. That's where the last girl, Mindy, worked at…"
Just like that, the two were back to work, and the strange scent was forgotten.
Next was his appetite.
Spencer didn't really think anything of it. It wasn't uncommon for Spencer to skip meals. Or, more accurate to say, he forgot about meals. Food was just never one of his priorities. Eating, sleeping, those sorts of things fell to the wayside when Spencer's brain was engaged in other things. It got a little worse when he was working on a case. But it wasn't uncommon even back home for someone on the team to invite him out to lunch and find out that it was the first thing he'd eaten since lunch the day before. The only time that Spencer really got to eating was about five days before his heat was due to start and then right after. For two days, he'd eat almost constantly, filling his body up, and then over the next two he'd slow it back down until the very last day, where he'd eat nothing. Then, through his heat, he'd eat nothing, taking in only water or premade smoothies that he stocked in his fridge beforehand. The two days after his heat, he ate again, replenishing what his body had lost.
If he hadn't been so focused on the case, he might've stopped to think about how uninterested he was in food, and how similar it was to the day before his heats. He would've recognized the slightly nauseous feeling he got at the smell of food. But he was so focused on the case that he never even made the connection. They were closing in on their Unsub and they were all working tirelessly to try and catch him. Spencer not eating didn't even register. None of them were really eating or sleeping at the moment.
Even if he'd noticed the warning signs, he probably wouldn't have even suspected. His heat wasn't due for another six weeks. Why would it trigger now, out of nowhere?
It wasn't until the middle of the next day when things finally came to a head. Later on, Spencer was grateful that it didn't happen until after their Unsub was caught. The Unsub was taken to the station and the latest missing girl was taken to the hospital to receive treatment for the obvious assault she'd undergone while captive. The other women were found as well—their graves were at the back of the Unsub's property. Dave and Aaron went to the station to help with the interrogation of the Unsub, wanting to get as much from him as possible, and Emily and Spencer took the other SUV to head to the hospital. Derek had ridden with the woman in the ambulance.
On the ride to the hospital, Spencer found himself feeling tired, but he brushed it off as part of the after-case exhaustion that always happened. Especially when they'd been running nonstop for seventy two hours.
But it was really starting to get to him by the time they got to the hospital. He didn't really notice it as he sagged slightly against the wall while the elevator rode up. Emily noticed, though, and her eyes were dark with concern. She looked her friend over and only grew more worried by what she saw. There was a hint of color in Spencer's cheeks and an almost hazy look to his eyes that screamed fever to her. He was leaning against the wall like he needed the support to stay up and she thought she saw a slight tremble to his hand before he tucked it into his pants pocket. "Reid…" She kept her voice low, trying not to let too much of her worry show. They all knew how Spencer could get when he felt like he was being coddled. "Are you feeling okay?"
Her question had him standing up straight. "I'm fine." He insisted. But even he heard the lie in his words.
The elevator doors opened and Spencer hurried out before she could ask him anything else. His fast mind was already starting to make some connections, though he kept dismissing it. There was no way. Absolutely no way. He just had to be sick, that was all. This was just the start of a nasty cold that was striking him hard because he'd knocked his immune system down by not sleeping and not eating properly.
Any chance of that lie ever working was dashed away when they met Derek in the waiting room. The alpha took one look at him and sucked in a surprised breath before taking one full step backwards. "Shit, Reid." His voice dropped down to a low hiss, an attempt at privacy. "You're starting your heat."
"Impossible." The protest came instantly to his lips, though even he didn't believe his words. His next words were less protest and more pleading. "I'm not due to start for six more weeks. I'm always on schedule, Morgan. Always."
There was a hint of sympathy on Derek's face even though he took yet another step back. "Well, you're early this time, kid. Trust me. That's unmistakable. How did you not notice it?"
"I thought I was getting sick!" Spencer stepped back as well, his eyes darting around the room, taking in everyone around him. He may have thought he was sick before, but proximity to an alpha was making it absolutely clear what was really going on. The warmth he'd thought might be just a fever before was now climbing higher and higher. The little tremors were starting to shift through him as that need began to build. It started low down in his stomach, just a minor ache, and it would grow and spread before the first real wave of heat hit. He had to get out of here before that happened. He had to find somewhere, anywhere, where he could be safe. Where he could lock himself away from any alphas that might scent the pheromones he was no doubt spilling out now. Any suppressant he took was washed away. They never stood up during an omega's cycle. His scent would be filling the air around him now. He could tell by the way that Derek's nostrils flared when it hit him.
Spencer took another step backwards, away from both Derek and Emily. Thank God Emily had dealt with both alphas and omegas before and she knew better than to get close to Spencer right now. But someone else in the room moved, a nurse going past him, and Spencer jerked instinctively back, running himself right into a wall. He sucked in a surprised breath when he hit the solid surface—and then he froze. Everything in him froze. That scent. It was that scent, the one from the other day at the coffee shop. It was back. It was here.
Another careful breath through his nose drew more of that amazing scent in and everything inside of Spencer responded to it. His body quivered and a low moan slid past his lips without him even realizing it. He knew what that scent was, now. How could he have not realized it before? That was an alpha scent. There was an alpha nearby. But no alpha scent had ever made him feel like this before. He'd never been strongly affected by the scent of an alpha. Oh, sure, they got to him, but never so much that he couldn't brush it aside and ignore it. This, though…this was wonderful. He drew in another deep sniff and let the scent fill him, saturating his senses. Parts of Spencer that had been empty for so long were coming to life, all of them reacting to that smell, needing more of it. Needing what it could offer.
He'd heard stories just like everyone else about what it was like when you came across the scent of your mate. How it could block out everything else in the world except for the need to bond, to claim and be claimed. As the feeling raced through him, he knew no words could ever accurately describe this.
He wasn't aware of pushing away from the wall. He was barely even aware of moving off down the hallway. All he knew was that the scent was stronger this way and he had to find it. He had to find it now. His body was quickly becoming ready. The heat was growing inside of him, the need getting stronger, and he was getting that tingling on his flesh that warned him he was getting close to that first wave. He had to find the alpha, his alpha, before the need got too strong.
This was something Spencer had never wanted to become. He'd never wanted to become some weak little omega who wanted nothing more than to be taken, to be fucked by their alpha, turned into some lust filled creature. He hated the weakness that came with his heats. That was hard enough to bear while he was alone. The idea of being that weak to an alpha, who by their very nature would demand weakness and subservience, it had always left him sick and afraid and other things that he never wanted to put into words. Secret things that he didn't want to admit even to himself.
A low whine built in Spencer's throat. That scent was growing stronger! He stumbled through a set of doors, almost falling down the staircase in his eagerness to get down. Behind him he could hear his friends coming. He could smell Derek's familiar scent which he'd learned to mostly block a long time ago. Let them follow him. He didn't care! He had to find that scent. Oh, God, he had to. His stomach was clenching and that need was building, higher and higher, burning inside of him, his body preparing itself for what it needed. What it craved.
Spencer burst through the doors onto the next floor and stumbled past the nurses' desk. He heard someone call out to him, someone saying his name and other raised voices, and then there were suddenly people in front of him. Someone tried to touch him and Spencer flinched back, an aching cry tearing out of his throat at the burning touch to his sensitized skin. Vaguely he heard a woman say "No, don't touch him! Can't you see he's in heat?"
"But he's a man!" Another voice said, sounding so stunned.
They were surrounding him now, a woman moving up towards him. Spencer was looking around them all frantically, trying to find a way to get past them, to get away from them all. The woman stopped in front of him and she held her hands out peacefully. "Omega, we want to help you. We're not going to hurt you. No one's going to hurt you here." She said soothingly. "Is your alpha here? Can we help you find him or her?"
A pained whine tore up Spencer's throat. He couldn't find his voice then. The need, it was too much, too damn strong, and he was burning and aching with it. He couldn't think past it.
Behind him, he heard another voice, and he recognized this one as Emily. "He's not mated." She said, stepping up to him. He didn't stop her when she removed his gun from his hip. She didn't touch him, either, and she stepped back. Never once did she speak directly to him. Instead, she spoke to the nurses. "I think he's following a scent. He ran down here like a man on a mission."
That scent grew stronger and Spencer made a sound that embarrassed him. A half keen, half moaning cry. Embarrassed or not, he couldn't stop it.
His cry was answered by a snarl that had everyone in the vicinity jumping back. Only Spencer wasn't afraid of that sound. His head snapped up when he heard it and his eyes immediately found the source. An alpha was striding down the hall towards him and Spencer ached to drop to his knees right here, to kneel and present himself to the gorgeous man. He looked so damn beautiful and perfect to Spencer. Tall and lean, with a grace and strength to his movements that appealed to Spencer on a primal level.
He would've hit the floor right then and there but the alpha darted forward and caught him up in strong hands that didn't hurt when they touched him. They drew him up and forward and Spencer found himself pressed against a solid chest and enfolded in strong arms, his face right by that scent, and another whine slipped from his throat as he buried his nose against the slim neck in front of him.
That delicious scent was all around him now and Spencer practically melted into the alpha's embrace. He felt more than heard the happy rumble that he thought might be a purr, but he definitely heard the growled "Mine" right by his ear.
That possessive growl sent a thrill down his spine. For the first time in his life, Spencer said the word he'd never thought he'd say to anyone. "Yours" And with that word, everything in the world seemed to settle while everything inside of him came to life. It was so much better and yet so much worse. There was a part of him that was chanting inside, saying Yes, yes, oh yes, you my alpha, mine, mine, mine while another part of him wanted only one thing. That part urged him to drop right here at his alpha's feet, to kneel and present himself in the hopes that his alpha would take him and ease this painful need in him. Spencer had never wanted anything so badly in his entire life. He had never needed anything this much. Not even his worst cravings for the Dilaudid had been as strong as this was.
The mindless feeling that always came with his heats was pushing at Spencer now. He knew this feeling, knew his body well enough to know that soon he wasn't going to be able to think of anything but being filled. He'd already lost his words; the only sound that came out was a low whine as he nuzzled at his alpha's neck. The need was starting to make his skin warm and tingle and he could feel his body's natural lubrication building.
"Shh." A husky voice murmured right by his head. "Shh now, little one. I got y'. Y' just hold on, oui? Remy's got y'."
"Alpha." The same woman that had spoken so kindly to Spencer before now spoke in that same soothing voice to his alpha. "We've a Heat Room right down at the end of the hall. You can take your omega there."
"His name's Spencer." Emily's voice called out, still somewhere close by. "Dr. Spencer Reid." She was saying it firmly, making a point to do it, and Spencer felt some gratitude that there was someone to do that for him while he wasn't able. Later, he'd be embarrassed with himself for getting to this point where he couldn't even say his own name. He couldn't say anything right now.
He could only make a happy mewling sound when he found himself being picked up in strong arms and carried away from here.
The world around him seemed to have faded away. Spencer didn't notice as he was carried down the hall and into what hospitals called a 'Heat Room'. Every hospital was required to have at least one. It was a secure room where an omega in heat could be safe. It was for omegas who had nowhere to be safe, or who were already staying at the hospital, and for situations like this one where two came together with nowhere safe to go that was close enough. It had a low, wide bed instead of the standard hospital bed, made to hold the two of them, and there was a cupboard nearby that carried plenty of fresh blankets washed in unscented soap.
Spencer was shaking with his need by the time he was laid down on the bed. The flush had spread over his sensitized skin and his eyes were wide and hazy. His clothes were too much, felt too heavy and painful against his skin, and as soon as he was laid down he was trying to remove them. Quick hands latched over his wrists, stilling them, and Spencer let out another whine as he looked up into the face of the man that was kneeling down on the bed beside him. Auburn hair hung loose, framing a face that captivated Spencer's attention. The most beautiful pair of red and black eyes were fixed right on him and he couldn't seem to see anything past them. They captivated him, lit with want and humor both, and underscored with a possessiveness that thrilled the omega.
"Let Remy help y', little one." That smooth Cajun voice said. The alpha—Remy, it would seem—stroked at his wrists before letting them go and reaching for the buttons of Spencer's sweater. He made an approving sound when Spencer dropped his hands down to the bed. "Dat's it. Remy's got y'. He's gonna take care of y', don't y' worry. He'll take care of y'."
Remy got him out of his sweater and then out of his over shirt, his movements quick and yet not quick enough. Spencer was burning. He was writhing on the bed, needing and aching so damn much, and Remy murmured something that sounded like it was in French. His movements were quicker when he got Spencer's shoes and socks off and then reached for his belt. It took no time at all before he had Spencer completely stripped and laid out on the bed. He pulled back, presumably to go for his own clothes, and Spencer scrambled on the blankets to roll himself over to his belly. Face pressed into the bed, he somehow got his shaking knees underneath him, pushing his hips high in the air. His body was screaming to be taken, filled, claimed. His hands clawed at the blankets and he whined again, feeling so damn empty and knowing that relief was just behind him.
This time Spencer was pretty sure the French words Remy said were a curse. Only seconds later, he felt warm hands running up the backs of his thighs, up to splay over his cheeks and pull them wide. One thumb moved in to press against his entrance and Spencer made a low keening sound as he tried to rock back into the touch.
"Shh, shh." Remy murmured to him. He pulled his thumb back and the bed shifted as Spencer felt him climb up behind him.
They were too far gone for this to be anything but fast. Spencer's heat was in full force and he knew he was lucky that Remy had showed as much restraint as he had so far. The pheromones in the room had to be driving him to the edge. This wasn't going to be gentle. It was going to be fast and hard, the alpha possessing and claiming his omega. Firm hands gripped at Spencer's hips. He felt the thick head pressing up against his entrance, sliding through his body's natural slick to line up against him, and he wanted to scream and beg and plead, demand to be taken. Then Remy pushed and Spencer cried out as his body slowly gave way to the thick cock that threatened to split him in two.
It was pain and pleasure. Everything he'd told himself he never needed and everything he could ever want. His body had never felt so full before! The firm hands on his hips kept him from rocking back the way he wanted so he simply writhed in Remy's grip as mewls and whimpers fell from his lips. Remy bent down over his back and slid one arm around him to gather him close. "Ah, Dieu, little one." He pressed his forehead against the back of Spencer's shoulder and his breathing was ragged. Spencer felt him draw in a breath and knew that he was being scented. Then everything fell away as Remy's hips started to move. Short, shallow thrusts as first, quickly growing deeper and faster.
Later, there would be time for more. Time to feel one another and learn each other's bodies. Time to take it as slow or fast as they wanted. But this time, this very first time, Remy wasn't just taking him, he was claiming him, and Spencer could only cry out for more. He pushed back, his whole body alight with his need, the heat growing and cresting until suddenly Remy shifted and a growled "Mine!" echoed around them right before teeth sank into the curve of shoulder and neck. At the same time, he pushed in deep, forcing Spencer's body to stretch around the swollen knot. He cried out, a high keening sound that turned to a sob when, with an audible pop, Remy's knot slipped inside, triggering the most intense orgasm that Spencer had ever felt. It was all just too much. The hot, hard cock in him, that swollen knot locking them together. The firm body stretched out over him and the teeth buried in his shoulder, breaking skin as Remy clenched down when he came, marking him for anyone and everyone to see even as he was filling him with his seed.
The hands that had been bruising in their grip just moments before now stroked soothingly over him. Remy held them close together, carefully rolling them to their sides. The movement gave a small tug to their tie and triggered another, weaker orgasm for them both. Remy pressed his face against Spencer's back and groaned through it while Spencer clung tightly to the arm that was across his chest.
They both took a little bit to just lay there and breathe as the first wave of this finally waned. The heat that had gripped Spencer was slowly letting him go. It would come back, he knew. It would come in waves over the next few days. For now, it was satisfied, and Spencer relaxed down into the bed and into the strong embrace wrapped around him. After an unknown time had passed—minutes, hours, he didn't know and didn't really care right then—he felt Remy nuzzling and then licking at the mating mark on his shoulder, and a soft little happy mewl slipped free. Remy lapped at it before nuzzling at his neck. "Y'r scents been haunting me fo' days now." The Cajun murmured against his skin. "I been smelling it here and dere, mais I couldn't ever seem to find y'."
It took a second, but Spencer finally found his voice, though it came out low and slightly raspy. "I caught yours by the coffee shop the other day. Just faintly. I didn't even realize what it was." Now that he knew it was Remy's scent he'd caught back there, the last few days took on a new light. He licked his lips and swallowed to try and wet his throat. "You triggered my heat. I wasn't due for one for another six weeks."
"Y'r body recognized me." He sounded extremely pleased by that. "How'd y' find me here?"
"I was already here. I was up one floor and I caught your scent and followed it down here."
He felt Remy nod against his back. The man was still stroking at him, his hands keeping up the soothing movement. "I was up dere earlier looking fo' someone with mes amis." He cut himself off with a low groan and Spencer felt the man's hips push forward, pushing him just a tiny bit deeper, and the both of them moaned when it triggered yet another orgasm. This time, he felt Remy's knot swell as he emptied deep within him, and then the knot went down and their tie broke.
There was nothing Spencer wanted more at that moment than to curl up and just go to sleep. He'd never felt so completely sated and utterly drained in his life. His eyes were heavy and his movements sluggish. He snuggled down into the blankets, suddenly too tired to even keep up their conversation. When Remy made to pull away from him, he gave a low whine, trying to hold on to the arm around him. Remy chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "I know y'r sleepy, little one. Mais unless y' wanna stay here fo' y'r heat, we gotta get up an move b'fore de next wave hits." With low words and gentle touches he coaxed Spencer upright. "Got a hotel room just a few minutes away from here dat's got all m' stuff in it, got m' scent all over, an y' can make a proper nest in dere. How's dat sound, hm? A nice, comfy nest fo' us. Y' want dat?"
Of course Spencer wanted that. Nesting was one of the instincts that omegas had. It was one of those things that they did that betas never quite understood. Spencer's bed at home was covered in blankets and he always made sure to ask for extra when staying at a hotel.
He let Remy dress him like he was a child. The fact that the man didn't bother to clean either one of them up didn't escape his notice. Remy was making sure that his scent stayed all over Spencer. It was the only way he'd be able to leave the room right now without getting too aggressive around others. He was making sure anyone who smelled them would know that Spencer was his. That thrilled Spencer more than he thought it should.
Once he was dressed, he curled up on the end of the bed while Remy pulled on his own clothes. It gave him a moment to admire the form that he hadn't really had much time to look at before. Remy definitely was tall and lean, but there was no denying the strength in that body. Spencer admired the play of muscles in arms that he already knew were strong enough to carry him. His mate was, in short, beautiful. Next to him Spencer was going to look even more awkward and gangly.
Other thoughts tried to push in, worries and fears for the future, but Spencer pushed them back. There was no point in thinking on them now. Not when his brain was fogged by orgasm and still swimming in the heady scent of his alpha. For now, Spencer gave himself over to this, knowing that he didn't really have a choice anyways.
He didn't really notice as he started to drift down towards sleep. The low chuckle Remy gave when he saw him only barely registered. Not even the feel of Remy's strong arms coming around him and lifting him was enough to fully wake him. Remy pressed a soft kiss against Spencer's head and the omega snuggled in closer. "Rest, little one." Remy murmured. "Y' rest. I've got y'."
With a happy little sigh, Spencer followed his alpha's command and let himself drift off to sleep.