WARNINGS: Alternate Universe. Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics). Mpreg (Male Impregnation). A little bit of Bondlock (James Bond Series). Warnings for Rape/Non-con elements, so careful if some of this can trigger you, I will warn anyway before every chapter if the episode will contain some of this elements. Explicit Sex. Heats. Dirty Talk. Impregnation kink. Feral and animalistic behaivor.
PAIRINGS: John Watson/Sherlock Holmes (mainly), John Watson/Jim Moriarty (brace yourselves), Mycroft Holmes/Anthea, Sherrinford Holmes/Molly Hooper, Q/James Bond, Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper (minor)
John Watson-Omega, Sherlock Holmes-Alpha, Jim Moriarty-Alpha, Mycroft Holmes-Alpha, Anthea-Omega, Sherrinford Holmes-Alpha, Molly Hooper-Omega, Q-Omega.
Also, this story is also publish in AO3, so If you spot it out there, don´t panic, it´s mine as well. I hope you enjoy the chapter :)
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Most of the people in the world could settle with what they were given and only just a counted few would go further to defy the rules and limits that their lives had, for something more.
Something they had always truly wanted.
So, when small 7-year-old John Watson stood in his small town clinic with his beta parents, confused and oblivious to his surroundings and being tested as if there was something the matter with his tiny fragile body, or being looked at as if he was about to grow a second head at any moment by both his parents and the doctor, he didn't really know what to think.
The adults were talking as if something was about to happen and the nurses, always soft and sweet, were whispering nice little things to console his constants protests when they took him to numerous tests and body checkings.
You see, John was might have been young and just a kid but that didn't mean that he was stupid. He didn't like the way everybody was treating him or the way they were looking at him; even his 9 year-old sister was staring at him in awe, quiet and curious, which was weird and unusual in itself because she was usually noisy and outgoing in all kind of situations. But right now, all she did was stay still by their parent's side, solemn and nervous. John was stuck wearing a set of blue hospital robes, so he didn't feel at all very comfortable.
The first doctor; glasses perched upon a strong nose and a scent that was strong yet not at all disgusting, came up to him with a chart and a packet of papers in his right hand. He silently gazed at John and sat down on his desk, eyes calculating and assessing. John's parents sat down in the seats in front of him, very still and very quiet; John didn't like it and he soon grew restless, tension apparent.
"Mr. and Mrs. Watson," started the medic, placing the papers in front of him on his desk. "I see that congratulations are in order. It is apparent by the results of both the blood test and the ultrasound; we can assure you that your son is completely positive for an Omega".
Mr. Watson and Mrs. Watson didn't even try to hide the surprise in their faces.
An Omega.
Such a rare and exquisite being born in a house full of betas, what were the chances of that? John probably didn't know what that meant, for his body and his life or his family.
"The procedure in this case is to register the omega in omega services immediately, you can do that through the hospital if that is your wish, it will even ease and rush the whole process, but you can do it on your own at any other time if that is what you wish, just before the due date that will be exactly in two months," the doctor looked pleased; giving a few quick glances at John as if the boy were the prince of England. John felt uncomfortable with the whole atmosphere; he could sense the change in the air and the change in the behavior of the people around him as well.
"We will register him through the hospital," Mr. Watson said with an odd expression on his face; he still couldn't get over the fact that his son was an omega "What will happen to him after he is registered?"
The doctor smiled smugly; glad that Mr. Watson had asked the question he had been waiting for.
"The usual, of course; John may remain with you, but when the first heat presents, the child will be taken into a security house with the omega care system. You may live with him or you can send him on his own, whichever you think is best," The doctor tried to say all this as calmly as he possibly could, John's mother who had barely gotten over the shock, grimaced at the mere thought of being parted from her child. "I'm afraid it is just far too dangerous for omegas to be wandering about…any alpha can simply take them if they want. John won't smell like an Omega until his uterus is ready to release the first ovum and the first heat presents, which will expose him as a fertile and unbonded omega to any alpha that can smell him and they will try to bond him without a doubt. We cannot allow that to happen…omegas are too precious to be go to waste."
John frowned; for the first time he just realized that they were talking about him, but he still didn't fully understand what they meant with all the complicated words being thrown around. A nurse, the one with the sweet calming scent, came to him wearing a motherly smile and took him by the hand, pulling him out of the warm room, away from his parents and sister.
"Don't you worry, little one. Everything will be okay now," she assured him, knowing that something was wrong with John and was just was trying to comfort him.
It didn't work.
"What are they talking about? What is an omega?" he asked, impatient and more confused than ever.
She smiled warmly; she bent down at the knees, lowering herself to John's height and leaned in close to whisper to him quietly. "You know about scents, don't you? How people's scents are different but some are similar to others? They told you about this in school, didn't they?" John nodded, recalling how his parents, who were betas, smelled like most people did; it was a common but not completely unbearable smell and his mind quickly supplied him with the word normal- ordinary. "You are an Omega, which makes you special, similar to alphas but even far more special than them".
John remembers hearing about it from time to time; small tidbits from stolen conversations. But the adults were always so discreet about the topic that he never really got the chance to fully understand it. Betas made mostly the entire population of the world; they were common and simple, with dull scents and an instant disposition to follow. Alphas, on the other hand, were almost always glorified, natural born leaders and with strong bodies and personalities, even when they were less than the betas, they were not actually all that uncommon; you could find them everywhere, though the most valued ones were the ones who came from an important pure alpha linage.
Omegas however, were rare, unique and special. It was hard to come by one your entire life, and because the natural vulnerability of their bodies was taken care of always, once an omega was identified, they were put into the omega care system, where they would be paired with an alpha of a great lineage and blood line. Male and female omegas were both able to get pregnant and could mate with both alphas and betas easily enough. Their fertile years were greater than that of a beta woman. However, the most precious gift of omegas was their heats; once an omega entered their heat - which would happen every month - an immediately entered an instant rut and their instincts of possessiveness and desire to reproduce were unbearable, especially when it lasted for three days.
Little John, who was currently only seven years old, couldn't really understand all the fuss that came with being (or not) an Omega. Didn't everyone just look the same? At least, that's what he had thought until that day.
"So am I special?" John's voice was curious but puzzled, not knowing exactly how to react to the new information he clearly didn't understand yet.
"You are very special indeed," the kind nurse told him with a sweet smile. One of her pale thin hands touched the blond's right shoulder, a show of protection and care coming from a beta to a new discovered omega. "One day, when you present, you will be paired with your destined Alpha, just like the pretty fairytales you watch on the telly and read in the books, wouldn't that be great?"
John didn't bother to answer the question, he was still confused and even if he wasn't, what was he supposed to say?
Yes?
At the moment he didn't really feel special at all. He just wanted to go home and play board games with his sister Harry, or go outside to the yard, and play soccer with his father, like he used to do before any of this happened.
And even when everyone around him kept saying that being an omega was a special and unique gift, that he would be adored and appreciated and that someday he will meet his so called "destined alpha" that was meant just for him? Well, let's just say that little John Watson didn't feel gifted at all.
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John played with his brand new train, bought by the employees of the Omega Care System.
His life changed dramatically after being proclaimed an Omega; the government moved them to a house that was twice the size of his old house, now they lived in London, the very heart of England. They had bought him new toys and fancy clothes, his father had gotten a raise and was relocated to the capitol and his mother, who was a kindergarten teacher, was hired suddenly in a posh academy for children that were extremely well off. Even his sister had been moved to a better school along with John. John's family became, if not rich, a family with a decent amount of money.
But three months after his announcement and his relocations, one day out of the month that the Omega Care System came to pay one of their visits, they came along with big and unexpected news.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Watson," said one of the betas, a woman with blonde hair usually always tied up into a pony tail and a high voice that John didn't feel entirely comfortable with "A very old and rich family has applied to make an offer for John."
John's mother, Lisa, had been helping Harry with homework when the other beta informed them of the shocking news, her face went black and pale. Her husband, Richard, who had been reading the newspaper on the sofa right next to John, gasped and almost had a heart attack at the mention of an offer.
"What? What family?" his father asked with a shaky voice, glancing down at John quickly.
"The Holmes family," the voice of the blonde dependent was excited. She knew exactly what it meant to be selected by such an old and powerful family as the Holmes's. Everybody knew the Holmes, famous and proud for their blue blooded lineage of strong and brilliant Alphas. Every member of the family had studied at Oxford or Cambridge and went on to complete courses at Harvard or Stanford, even Yale and Princeton. After their studies concluded, they usually worked for the government in a high position or went on to become a wealthy and successful businessman.
"The head family of the Holmes has an Alpha boy about John's age, they have been looking for an Omega for him and our little John here, caught their eye. We have been having talks with them and they decided to send their application to formally ask for John's hand in marriage, on behalf of their son," the irritating beta ended her speech with a smile, flushed with pride and devotion, as if she was the one who was going to marry and bond with a Holmes and not John.
Neither Richard nor Lisa knew what to say about it. They both wanted the best for their son, regardless of being an Omega, and that included John being able to have a say in his own life; how he wanted to live it and with whom he wanted to spend the rest of it as well. But they had known, since the moment they were told that their younger child was an Omega that his entire life would have to be planned from then on. He could decide who he wanted to bond with but all his options would be provided by the Omega System. He wouldn't be able to marry a Beta for example nor just any Alpha. He would have to marry an Alpha with a powerful and known linage, because the Alpha and Omega population was starting to die out along with the entire population of the world and the fertility of betas was decreasing with extraordinary speed. Thus, every Omega in the world was compelled to mate with an Alpha and have at least two kids in their lives. Even if they refused the Holmes' offer, John would just have to bond with another rich Alpha.
"I know that this is a hard decision that can't be done all of a sudden, Mr. and Mrs. Watson, but this is probably the best offer you be getting. The Holmes are a very exclusive and powerful family; they are the best when it comes to Alpha history and a pure blood line and the offer will not be made twice".
Richard and Lisa Watson stared at each other with doubt on their faces, and then look at their son who played so innocently at the floor with his new train, without even knowing that in that instant his future was being held. Richard looked back at the Omega System represent and nod, grabbing his wife`s hand and pulling her with him outside of the living room, they were followed by the blonde beta into another room to read and sign the papers who will seal John`s future forever.
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John was only eight when he first met his fiancée. His parents were dressed so formally that day; a black suit and a nice tie for his father and an elegant new silk dress for his mother. For a moment he had thought that maybe they would be attending a really sophisticated wedding, the likes of which royalty would be getting married or something as equally ridiculous as that. He was wearing a nice outfit that consisted of short grey trousers, a white button up shirt with a blue silk tie and a brown jacket.
He was taken to an enormous mansion that could easily be mistaken for a small villa or castle. It was just outside of London but not so far away; it was surrounded by the largest and most amazing garden that John could have ever imagined in his entire life, and it was all so heavily protected by tall and impressive black gates and walls of white marble rock. The inside of the mansion, incredibly enough, was even more beautiful than the outside: the shiny wooden floor, the white walls with colonial French designs, the expensive furniture and huge chandeliers made of pure gold and crystal, old and original paints all over the high walls. The only thing that managed to tear his gaze away from his surroundings was the posh good looking couple walking down the spiral stairs in front of them. They were dressed similarly to John's parents but with confidence in their walk that was both glamorous and imposing.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Watson. Welcome to our home," The man had a surprisingly deep voice and he was tall and thin, with beautiful blue green grey eyes that seemed to have the ability to see through your very soul.
The woman, who was shorter than the man but still tall enough, greeted them with a bright warm smile and held her hand out to both of his parents before addressing John, who throughout this ordeal had frozen up and was now currently very still. "And this must be John Watson, goodness; he is even more handsome in real life than in the pictures that the Omega System provided for us".
She directed her smile fully at him this time and even though it was supposed to be warm and welcoming, it sent shivers down John's spine.
"It is a pleasure for us, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes," his father said simply while offering his hand.
"Oh, do call me Siger, Mr. Watson; after all we are going to be family in the near future. This is my wife, Violet."
John's mother smiled at both although it was one of her kind but worrying smiles, not completely sure on how to proceed with such an invitation, after all, the people standing currently in front of her were the famous Sigerson and Violet Holmes in the flesh. It felt surreal.
"So, we will love to get straight to the dining room, the food is ready," said Mr. Holmes with a kind smile on his face "John will eat in another room with our son, he is already waiting for him".
John was led by one of the butlers through one of the long and wide halls down to a set of closed double doors. With a graceful flick of his wrist, he quickly opened both of the doors to show a warm room similar to the living room where he had been standing in before. Except that here, there was a plush white rug all over the wooden floor. In the middle of it, there was a small but nice dining table and at the head of it was another child with a mess of dark curls all over his head. He was looking right at John and just like before with Mr. Holmes, he found himself staring into an infinite penetrating sea of turquoise. His skin was pale and seemed almost like paper and his pink lips were pursed tightly, a scowl already apparent on his face.
"Hi," John finally said, suddenly shy "I`m John Watson."
"I know who you are," a small voice said, childish yet still deep.
And that was all he got. Not a name, not even a greeting.
Just that.
"It would be nice if I could get your name as well, you know," huffed John with a frown already marring his adorably angry face.
"As my promised Omega, you should know it by heart already," the boy scoffed "But fine, I will comply. I am Sherlock Holmes".
The boy in front of him was older? Younger? He didn't even know. John hadn't even known his future mate's name before today.
"I am older than you, by a year," the other boy responded, as if he had been reading his mind.
John looked at the boy, impressed.
Sherlock looked at John, bored.
"Come here now. We are supposed to eat."
John obeyed immediately at the commanding tone in the Alpha's voice; John didn't have Omega pheromones yet, because they wouldn't start to produce until he started to ovulate but Sherlock's scent was pure Alpha: Strong, potent and exquisite; John's smell was soft and sweet, but not yet as addictive as Sherlock'. When the young Alpha said the tiniest of orders something inside the Omega's mind told him to obey.
"Alpha scents are designed to attract Omegas instantly, even Betas find it addictive," the boy said, almost with disdain, reading John's mind as if it were a piece of paper. "Stop being so loudly oblivious, I know that I'm supposed to have a mate but I will prefer it if at least this so called mate was not a complete idiot."
Well.
That's all that John could say. Nope, that wasn't at all how he had imagined it would be; he was told so many times before that his mate would be his perfect match, a man or woman who completed him in every sense and possible way; finding him would only set him free. But all John got was a posh attitude and sarcastic offensive comments. He didn't think that was true love at all. Sherlock observed him when the blond omega sat right beside him on the dining table. A maid with a beta scent and dark skin served them both a nice dish of soup and a full glass of water right before leaving them alone. He didn't know if Sherlock would talk to him, insult him, humiliate him or just make him angry but the brunette only started picked up his spoon with a straight face and started eating. There was nothing left to say. John felt uncomfortable throughout the entire lunch.
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"I don't wanna go!"
John was currently standing in the middle of his living room with an angry scowl on his face and was screaming every snarky comment he could think of without actually being disrespectful. His parents were standing in front of him with tired expressions on their faces and sadness in their eyes.
It was summertime and ever since the lunch that he spent at the Holmes estate, the wealthy family had requested for John and his family to spend every single summer up until John's first heat at the summer house the Holmes owned in Sussex. John, currently twelve, had complied obediently the first time but since then everything went downhill. He didn't like Sherlock any more than Sherlock liked John. The two of them went at it like cats and dogs every time they had the occasion to see each other.
His parents could hardly blame their son. As much as Sherlock was brilliant, talented in both science and sports, he was also wild in the most peculiar of ways; he would go around parading his intelligence about and making deductions of random people who would happen to pop inside of a room. They had the misfortune of having to endure his great "talent"; most of his "brilliant deductions" were either insulting or embarrassing. John couldn't handle the brunette's temper or rudeness. Sherlock opinion about the blond had no changed. The grey eyed child would call John all kinds of names, proclaiming that he was too dull and stupid to be his mate.
Neither the Holmes nor the Watsons knew how to handle this issue. However, the Holmes requested for John to continue going to their summer house, so that over time, they would get used to the idea that they were going to be a bonded couple in the future, get married and have children. Apparently the best solution was to give them time and as much shared space as they possibly could, but it seemed that it was just a tug of war between the two boys and neither one wanted to lose the fight.
"John, you know how it is," Richard Watson tried to talk his son out of his temper tantrum, but his voice, unsure and soft didn't seem to have much effect.
"Yes, exactly, I know how it is. I will go there and he will insult me and call me stupid and boring and I will spent the rest of the summer inside that posh and strange house trying not to kill him," the blond's face twisted into a combination of frustration and open disgust.
"Sweetie, you cannot refuse, we already accepted and the Omega Care System would just come to get you anyway."
"I don't care!"
Lisa Watson just sighed. It wasn't the first time this happened, ever since the first summer John seemed reluctant to even talk about Sherlock and his family. If it wasn't for the Omega System she would have quickly dissolved the marriage proposal but they couldn't, they had already tried. Once you formally accept and sign the contract there was no going back unless the Alpha's family wanted to back down or the Omega had a health problem that made him unable to conceive children, but that was extremely rare and found usually only in cases of cancer in the uterus, where the radiation of chemotherapy would make it so the uterus wouldn't produce an ovum. But John was both, perfectly healthy and the Holmes family seemed pleased with their choice, even when their son could not stand John at all.
"Young man, I am sorry but you are going and that's final," Richard ordered, determination written all over his face. He was firm and clear and there would be no changing his mind.
John huffed, now in full sulk mode and ran upstairs as if his life depended on it. Once he had reached his bedroom - blue painted walls, a large queen size bed with soft covers, a desk with a modern computer over it, a television hanging from a wall, a large walk in closet and a small library mostly full of medical encyclopedias, biology books and young adult novels, and a door that connected to his own bathroom - he let himself fall onto the comfortable bed, turning his head to his right where he could stare at the big black suitcase already packed, standing in the corner of the wall. He cursed and turned to the other side, trying to ignore the fact that he will have to spend another month with the Holmes'.
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John Watson was now fifteen years old. It was summer once again and for the first time in his entire life, he will have to spend it with the Holmes' completely alone. It was a combination of different things: he was now old enough to apparently go through these matters on his own without needing his parents to take care of him, and at the same time, his older sister, Harry, had presented as an Alpha, to the surprise of their Beta parents. She had been selected to go to an important athletics competition in France. Thus, their parents had to go with her instead because she was still underage.
He had finally arrived at the summer house earlier - which was almost as big as the Holmes mansion; it resemble a small castle with its tall grey walls which were carved with classical shapes similar to those of the Renaissance era - John wouldn't be surprised if anybody told him that Holmes' possessed original sculptures of Miguel Angelo or genuine paints of DaVinci. The beautiful familiar sight never failed to impress him but that still didn't mean that he wanted to go inside and pretend to have a great time with the weird family.
In the cursed years since he has known the Holmes family, he had managed to befriend Mycroft Holmes, the polite son of the family. Even if John and Mycroft weren't close enough to be able to call themselves good friends, he was always better company than Sherlock on his best day. He had discovered that Mycroft was even more brilliant than Sherlock himself and sometimes just as dubious as the younger Holmes. He was always up for a good chat when boredom got the best of John; wandering around the infinite amount of halls and rooms of the house seemed to entertain him for a couple of years, but after the fourth summer he already knew the mansion by heart.
Sherrinford Holmes, the oldest son of the Holmes' and the big brother of both Mycroft and Sherlock, was ten years John senior, while Mycroft was eight and Sherlock barely one, so the blond didn't have much of a chance to see him around the house, much less get to know him. All he knew about him was the few counted times he had dinner with the family and the rest of his time, he was further occupied at the university. When he had finished his studies, he started working with the government as was expected of him.
The Holmes brothers all looked alike, though Mycroft resemblance leaned toward Violet's side of the family more than Siger's. Sherrinford was as handsome, as most men wanted to be; he was really tall with a thin athletic composition, he had a square jaw, high cheekbones and green-grey stormy eyes, all of which he had inherited from his father, while his thin long nose, small ears and thick brown hair were his mother's.
Mycroft had brown, almost ginger like straight hair that often liked to curl at the ends when he allowed it to grow more than the usual. His rounded face was similar to his mother's and the long pointy nose was his father's as well as thin eyebrows and ears. Mycroft shared his grey eyes with his famous uncle Phillip and Violet; being the middle brother he had always been heavier than both Sherrinford and Sherlock, but never fat or overweight. If you asked John, he would even say that he was thin, although Sherlock liked to mock him by calling him "fatty" because he had a sweet tooth and used to be chubby as a child
Sherlock, on the other hand, was as tall as a pillar and even as pale as one, even though he was always a bit shorter than both Sherrinford and Mycroft. He had the penetrating deep blue green eyes that he shared with, both his father and oldest brother but even then that seemed to be even more unique on him; his high cheekbones were so sharp that it made his brother's pale in comparison, his thick eyebrows and always messy curly black hair kept him attractive and young. His thin form always managed to move with a ballerina's grace even when it was supposed to be messy and uncoordinated, and his deep baritone voice always crawled inside his mind and sent shivers down his spine.
His true Omega nature would always try to make him purr just by the smell of the strong sweet Alpha scent that grew even more powerful each and every year.
"You're here," Sherlock muttered with a tired sigh as he sat on his usual chair, a book in his hands.
"Not by choice," John reminded him while taking along his belongings to his usual room, right next to Sherlock's which were connected together by a door.
"Seems like your sister is an Alpha now," Sherlock said out of the blue and if John hadn't already known him he would have turned around with an annoyed and surprised look on his face. "Congratulations, I suppose."
The normal reaction to something like this was surely not that. A normal Alpha would grow angry and possessive at the possibility of having another Alpha so close to his Omega, even when a sibling wasn't much of a threat. But then again, Sherlock wasn't a normal Alpha, let alone a normal human being. But he was right, having an Alpha in a Beta-Beta marriage was always something to celebrate and praise.
"Thanks, I guess."
"Your parents must have extraordinary genes for being both Betas and being capable of producing Alpha and Omega children."
John decided to ignore the comment, at this rate he didn't know if Sherlock was actually being sincere or just being sarcastic and he opted instead to grab the medical book he had been reading earlier while he was sitting in the car on his way here. When he was finishing up a paragraph, Sherlock mumbled under his breath and lifted his hypnotic eyes from his book, catching John's attention.
"Looks like you still want to be a doctor."
"Yeah."
"Hmm. Rare choice for an Omega."
"Oh, I'm sorry, for a moment I had forgotten that I'm only just a breeder, my only job is to pop out numerous Alpha or Omega children for you, how thrilling," the sarcasm in John´s voice was thick and obvious, but not any less annoying for Sherlock.
The Alpha glared at him.
"That's not what I meant, though it isn't like any Alpha would let an Omega do such a thing anyway," he stated, going back to his book.
John blanched and lowered his book, surprise written over his face.
"Would you…" he swallowed, it was suddenly hard to breathe "…would you forbid me being a doctor?"
Sherlock kept reading his book as if the question was never asked, however while he quietly turned a page, he started to talk again "Most of Alphas don't allow their Omegas to go to university; there is no use because they are always too busy keeping them pregnant anyway, and even when they do allow them to assist, they usually allows them to study domestic arts or something as dull as interior design or careers with a more artistic purchase."
Sherlock lifted his eyes to watch John's pale face, John was frightened and with every second that Sherlock let pass without giving him a proper answer, that fear seemed to only increase.
"However, I'm not like most Alphas. Honestly, John," he sighed and went back to his book "you can study whatever you'd like and if you were to choose, I must add that Medicine is hardly a poor choice. Science is always interesting enough, and even I must admit that not just any idiot can do it."
John let out a breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding. For a moment, he had actually thought that Sherlock would be capable of forbidding him to follow the only dream he had ever had. He could handle his union to Sherlock, as ridiculous as it was, he could handle the fact that one day he would marry him and certainly give him pups, but he couldn't live the boring plain life that most Omegas lived; watching their Alpha husbands and wives having the thrilling life that they had always wanted. Granted, even though a life with Sherlock was not precisely what he had in mind for himself, he could be sure that a life with the Alpha could never be boring.
They then settled themselves into a comfortable silence after that, both reading their books and minding their own business.
It was in the middle of the night, three days after his arrival to the Sussex summer house, when he finally entered his first heat.
It was close to midnight when it happened.
He ate dinner earlier with the entire Holmes family; even Sherrinford found the time to pay a small visit to the estate and spent a whole week at the mansion. The dinner was delicious and was accompanied by the strange dynamic amongst the family; usually most of the talking was done by Mr. Holmes, who liked to question the boys on their school work or job, their life in general and their hobbies. John felt oddly tired throughout the entire duration of it. He could barely keep his eyes open and he had tried so hard to not yawn. Once he had managed to make it through the dinner he quickly excused himself and went directly to his room to throw himself onto the soft bed. He didn't even bother to take a shower first.
Suddenly, although he had been soundly asleep, he was awoken by a strange burning sensation in his gut and his skin started to itch as if a small fire was taking place underneath his skin. He rubbed himself against the soft Egyptian cotton covers and when the friction wasn't enough, he took his shirt off, suddenly hot and desperate. He was fully awake now and he finally took notice of the wetness in between his legs. It wasn't sweat, he observed, even when that particularly secretion was forming in the back of his neck. He gasped when he was hit by a sudden emptiness; it was forming inside his very core and his arse and just then, he quickly recognized the symptoms right when he felt the slight throbbing of his male vaginal genitalia.
"No…oh my God, no," John threw his head back onto the softness of the pillows, letting it absorb his cold sweat. His hair, now damp and stuck to his forehead, was ruffled and a blond mess.
He needed…oh God…he needed something up his arse and he needed it right away. It was painful and insufferable in the strangest of ways; the first instinct his mind supplied him with was to put a few of his fingers inside himself, there where he forbidden himself to touch out of fear and hatred. He had never wanted to be an Omega. True, he didn't particularly hate it, but the mere thought of being given away to an Alpha just so that he'd be his broodmare and serve to give him small pups to continue his family line had gotten the best of him throughout the years. So, in an act of pure defiance against his own biology that begged him to touch and feel, he refuse to touch such a place.
Now, there wasn't anything more he wanted in the world than to do just that.
Suddenly, the door that connected his bedroom to his intended mate, slammed opened with a burst.
Sherlock stood by the door, his expression wild. His hair, blacker now in the darkness, was a mess of tangled curls and his eyes were wide open. It made him look like a lunatic, granted, a very handsome lunatic but a lunatic nonetheless. He was wearing his silk pajamas, which let John now that he had been sleeping before this had happened. The young man advanced a step without taking his eyes off of John, his breathing was irregular and his hands were trembling slightly. His eyes, God, his eyes were filled with so much lust; it was pure in its intensity and it was exquisite. John purred and Sherlock growled before launching himself onto John's body, landing over him.
"John…"
God, his voice.
His voice was pure sex.
"Sherlock."
And that was all it took to set free the Alpha nature that even Sherlock couldn't deny he possessed.
"Mine!"
Sherlock held John down by his shoulders while the Omega threw his head back to allow his Alpha to scent his neck, presenting himself proudly. Sherlock took the prize with a growl and started lapping at the offered flesh. His hands started roaming all over the slightly masculine body above him, examining every inch and every piece of the perfect and delicious skin of his soon to be mate.
"You are mine," Sherlock rasped out "Mine and only mine."
"Yours…"
The Omega in him knew exactly what to say to seduce the Alpha to mount him, breed him and bite him. The words slurred out so easily, so naturally from his mouth than John started to wonder why he had ever denied himself such an incredible and beautiful pleasure.
"Fertile, so damn fertile," The Alpha purred now, probably not even aware of his own words "Baby…give me a baby, I know you have a baby in there, give it to me…"
If you had asked John while he was in a lucid state of mind, if he wanted children he probably would say yes, after he finished his studies as a doctor, got a stable job and the right amount of happiness in his life. He could definitely adventure the thought of having a couple of kids. However, if you asked him if he wanted to have a child right now, right this second, normally, he would probably laugh in your face. Right now though, those words coming out of Sherlock's mouth was the sexiest thing he had ever heard.
Even when Sherlock wasn't very much the parental type, he knew the responsibilities he had with his family, ones he couldn't just ignore. The lucid Sherlock, the one who spent most of the time insulting half of the people who happened to live in England and who was much more concerned about knowledge and science, would have never allowed this to go any further. But the wild Alpha in him, the one that wanted very much so to mount John right now was throw into his very first rut at the delicious smell of a sweet Omega in estrus, a compatible mate, and that was all that Sherlock's body craved right now.
"Come on, John," Sherlock pleaded at him, impatient and nipping at his jaw in such a way that John couldn't help but to moan shamelessly "Don't you want a baby? A beautiful baby? I can give you one…I will give you one, get you so pregnant that you could barely stand, fill you with so much of my come that you would have triplets... you wait and see John, we will have smart and pretty babies."
"God yes, Sherlock… give me a baby."
"Everyone will know that I did it, that it was me who got you up the duff, the one who was virile enough to fill you with pups."
"Yes, Sherlock, yes…"
"Don't you want my knot? My knot, so thick, so full…" a moan was ripped out of John's throat when Sherlock mentioned it.
Finally, that was it; that was what needed to ease his hunger, his lust. His entire body trembled at the mere mention of it.
"You're perfect, completely perfect, beautiful, and you are mine, only mine…let me put it inside you, my cock, my knot, my come, my babies, everything, John!"
John was about to purr his satisfaction and approval when the door burst open again.
Sherrinford stood at the entrance with a surprised look on his face, too absorbed in the smell of hormones lingering in the air. Sherlock must have smelt the other Alpha in the room, because he turned around and bared his teeth at the intruding man, sensing the challenge of another Alpha willing to steal his mate.
Without saying any words, Sherrinford walked over to them and grabbed Sherlock away from John, even when his younger brother started kicking out, trying to dislodge the hold on him so he could escape. It took him some effort but the man was finally able to remove the younger Alpha from the room before shutting the door behind him. John started whining miserably at the loss of Sherlock's touch.
Hadn't he promise him relief? His cock, his knot…his spawn? Where was he then, where was his mate when he needed him the most?
The door opened again and the Beta butler, Edward, brought a syringe along with him. He stepped in closer to the omega, leaned in with the needle and quickly inserted it into his right arm. Almost immediately, his mind shut down, leaving him with a peaceful and quiet darkness.
When he woke up again from the silent bliss of the earlier sedation, he was completely alone in his room and the white sheets wrapped around him were clean and soft, nothing at all like the ones he had left damp at night while he was in heat. His body didn't particularly hurt but his muscles felt slightly wobbly and he was certain that walking would take him more than one try. Just when he was about to try performing the first trial the door opened up quietly and the thin silhouette of Violet Holmes appeared in the doorway.
"May I come in?" she asked in such a soft and delicate manner that John felt he was being rude by just the way he was staring at her.
"Of course…"
Violet only smiled softly before stepping forward and shutting the door behind her, her high heels clicking against the floor as she walked up to him. He tried to ignore how much the sound irritated him. Violet Holmes has been nothing but attentive and generous with him and John knew it, but no matter how gracious and giving she was, she was still imposing and intimidating.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked while she sat beside John.
"Better than I had expected."
"Yes, there is not much to expect when you are an Omega entering your first heat; trust me darling, I have been there," she said with a soft tinkling laugh and for a moment, John felt the comment held more value than just a casual remark - more like something told in secrecy than a simple truth.
John nodded.
"Sherlock had to be removed from the room by Sherrinford while you two were too out of it to think about the consequences of bonding at such a young age," the other Omega stared at the floor while she spoke "my husband wanted you both to bond right away."
John gaped at her with a mix of confusion and terror. He didn't remember much of his first heat to be honest, only the burning pain of the emptiness inside his womb and the sweet smell in the air that made him purr in pleasure.
"…but?" John inquired.
"There is nothing wrong with the old traditions, mind you, but…" she gave him one of her soft modest smiles before continuing "when I bonded with Siger, he was twenty years old, I was barely sixteen and it was my first heat. I had the misfortune of it happening at daylight; I was reading a book behind a tree and Sager was riding his horse through the Holmes manor…let's just say I was too close to the fence that separated my family summer house with this one."
John couldn't help looking at her with brand new eyes; her slightly curly dark blonde hair falling from her shoulders shielded her face behind the beautiful locks and the light of the sun. Violet Holmes was an extraordinarily beautiful woman in every sense of the word, she was tall and thin but with a figure to kill for. Her grey eyes were consuming and infinite and her words often seemed to soften her already sweet face; the years passed and time went by but she never seemed to get any older.
"Siger found me just when I was feeling the burn; he at least had enough common sense to take me into the Holmes house before claiming me as his mate," another bland smile "Siger has been a wonderful husband ever since and we get along well, eventually I fell in love with him and he with me," she finally raised her eyes to look back at him, her full lips that Sherlock had inherited, pursed, "Although, if I was given the choice at that time…I would probably have never left my room that day."
The words echoed inside of John's head over and over again. These kinds of things were probably not meant to be said, or at least, he was sure Violet Holmes had never opened up in this way with anybody else but him at that very moment. John couldn't stop himself from feeling flattered by the thought.
"I think that Sherlock and you are perfect for each other…but I also think that with all the decisions we have already taken from you, and I do mean our family, your parents and the Omega System, at least you should have control over when you and my son decide to make your union official."
At this point, John couldn't even stay mad about the whole ridiculous situation, all he knew now is that his reproductive cycle had begun and that in another 30 days or so he would have another horrible heat. He was sure he couldn't hide inside of his room for three whole days all the time. He would never be able to become a doctor by taking days off every month or so, his studies were already too demanding to allow himself such nonsense.
As if Violet had the ability to read his mind, which wouldn't even surprise John at all, the tall woman made a dismissive gesture with her hand to ease John's mind.
"You will be on suppressants, of course."
Well, at least one of the Holmes finally made sense.
"If it hadn't been for Sherrinford you would already be pregnant right now."
Sherlock reminded him with obvious displeasure, as if the whole situation was entirely his fault. The tall Alpha paced the room, he was like a child, and he couldn't seem to stay still. John was starting to feel dizzy from his quick pacing.
"Would you cut it out?" John requested with a tired voice while one of his hands pinched the bridge of his nose.
Sherlock complied but there was still an upset expression on his face
"I don't think you fully understand, John," his baritone voice rose louder than usual "we were this close to not only being bonded but also having you up the duff" the Alpha made a small gesture with his fingers before he started pacing the room again.
"Yes, but I'm not…So, would you please cut it out already?" John was afraid to tell him that he was right, that he was even more scared than Sherlock could ever be and that he didn't want to ever feel that helpless over his own body again, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. If he did, it would only make the situation even more real that it already was.
"The next time, Sherrinford won't happen to be so conveniently around when your heat reappears."
"Reappears? Oh God, you actually think I'm doing this again? Pft! No, nope, I won't go through that whole mess again if I can help it! I'm on suppressants now so do not even go there."
"Ha!" Sherlock mocked "You think my mother will be there to save you again? How nice, how innocent, John; my father will make us bond as soon as we happen to share another summer together, that is a given."
John was about to reply when Sherlock made a face and started to move his hands in the air like a madman. He then realized that he was imitating his father, a very poor attempt John had to admit.
"Traditions Sherlock, traditions define us…for God's sake, what a ridiculous old prick!"
John rolled his eyes before snuggling back against the cushions of the sofa where he was currently sitting. He would never admit to Sherlock or say it out loud, but he was terrified.
John spent the rest of his stay at the Holmes state with an uncomfortable tension around him. Of course, for some reason he and Sherlock had finally stopped throwing insults at each other every now and then; they preferred to peacefully ignore each other most of the time instead but John felt the most uncomfortable around the great Siger Holmes.
The tall imposing man look at him with a strange glare in his eyes, as if a baby was going to suddenly burst from within the confines of his jumpers. It actually gave him the chills. Sherlock had also changed his attitude towards him; a couple of times, when Sherrinford got too close to John, even if it was to pass the salt over during a dinner, Sherlock would growl at him. On a certain occasion, the young Alpha had reached a particularly new shade of jealousy that John didn't even think was possible to even achieve in the genius teen.
Mycroft and John had been chatting by the fireplace, something about Cambridge, where Mycroft currently was about to matriculate, when Sherlock burst into the room, looking like hell and grabbed him by the arm until they reached Sherlock's room. He then ordered him to wait there and to not go out under any circumstances.
Violet later explained to him that such behavior was expected of an Alpha that had gotten into a rut recently and that the jealousy was caused by the interrupted heat that he was meant to share with his Omega, especially since he was "challenged" by another Alpha, who in this case, was Sherrinford.
John wanted to say that it was ridiculous to feel threatened by someone else when clearly John had been promised to Sherlock since he was eight. Violet only smiled and told him that Sherrinford had actually talked to her after the incident happened.
The oldest Holmes brother hadn't shown up in the room to save his brother and his mate from a premature bonding; he had been reading a few books out in the living room that was closer to Sherlock and John's room, when he had smelt the hypnotizing pheromones and he had allowed himself to follow his Alpha instincts that screamed at him to take the Omega and breed him. It was just when he saw Sherlock over John's body that he had reacted and he shook himself out of his stupor before he could do anything he would regret. He had walked directly up to his snarling younger brother and pulled him out of the room before he too could make a big mistake.
John wasn't sure what to do with this new piece of information, he was sure that he wouldn't say a word of it to Sherlock though. If the young man wasn't already overtaken by jealousy and possessiveness then something like this would definitely ramp him up further directly into madness. John also made sure to keep his distance from Sherrinford after that as well.
So, poor John passed the last days of his stay with the Holmes in an absolutely uncomfortable game between three Alphas and a lost Omega.
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Hi, everyone! Im so glad to publish my first story here! This was the first chapter and I hope you enjoy it. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes you get to spot over the text.
I have an amazing Beta that you can find in AO3, her username is Exctintion. So, hey, cheers to her and her wonderful job!
If you are not familiar with the Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics (or Omegaverse), I´ll explain:
So, basically there are three types of humans beings:
Alphas, Betas and Omegas
Betas are normal and simple people like you and me. That much is said. They produce normal or usual "scents". Even when they are normal they are able to smell scents on people, depending if they are Alpha, another Beta or an Omega.
Alphas, on the other hand, are people, that can be either men or women, with a dominant animalistic instincts and behavior. They tend to be agressive, feral, and overdriven by insticts of domination and lidership. They often are very possessive and have strong bodies and personalities. They have powerful scents that Omegas and Betas can both smell. They are also strong liders and physically gifted. Men and Women are both able to impragnate a Beta or an Omega. Alphas have the remarkable characteristic that they posses a "knot" on their cocks similar to that of wolves or dogs that they produce during intercouse but that is fully growth during an Omega´s heat; this knot tided him or her (oh yes, female Alphas have "hidden" cocks, if it´s not your piece of cake, dont worry it´s only barely mentioned) to the Omega and Beta to assure imprignation.
Omegas, are the rarest species, they are submissive by nature, the subordinates of Alphas and sometimes Betas. The most notable characteristic of Omegas are their heats; it depends in every author, here in my story, though, Omegas go into heat every month on so with a duration of three days. Heats are a physical and emotional state in which the Omegas body is fertile, they enter a condition of physical pain and emptiness that can only be subsided with sex, that can be with, either, an Alpha or Beta, though is most satisfactory with Alphas. Omegas are specifically have babies so they are 100% fertile during heats. Both Male Omegas and Female Omegas are able to get pregnant ( so if that is not your piece of cake, don´t continue the reading)
This is all for now. See ya :) Please, leave me your review ;)