Taking the Heat

by Skalidra

Jason has been masquerading as an alpha for years. Recently he came off the suppressors he's been using to hide his omega nature, at Dick's request, and is finally going into his first natural heat in years. There are only two people he's shared himself with before, so he invites both of them to help him through it. Dick, and Roy. Together, or not at all. - Dick/Jason/Roy, A/B/O.

1. Chapter 1

Hello! Firstly, thanks for 100 followers on Tumblr! This is a thank you from me to you guys, an extra story for the week, and I figured there was no better type of story to post up than porn! So, this is a lovely Dick/Jason/Roy, A/B/O universe, with an omega Jason, and alphas Dick and Roy. Enjoy, guys! THANK YOU!

Warnings for: knotting, power dynamics, marking/biting, self-lubrication, and mating cycles/heat.

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It starts like an itch at my tailbone, a teasing ghost of feeling that I barely even notice. I shrug it away and go about my day, putting together leads and basically spending the whole day in my apartment dividing my attention between my laptop and the collection of papers I've got.

By the end of the day the itch has graduated to a soft ache; the kind I normally associate with a bad landing or an impact hard enough to bruise a few layers of muscle below the skin. Maybe, if it had been just a few months ago, I would have kept ignoring it. Pain isn't new, and this definitely isn't serious. Except I recognize the style of ache. Paired with the location, and the way my emotions snap between anger and resignation at the realization, I'm absolutely sure what it is.

My heat. God fucking damnit.

I throw out brief texts to Dick and Roy, simultaneously asking them to come by and warning them to stay the hell out of my apartment until I'm ready for them. It's not behavior that any other omega would get away with, but I'm a long ways from normal and I really don't give a damn what either of them think of me. At least, I try not to. Makes things easier that way. What I really don't care about is what the two of them want me to do. I might be an omega, and that might put me at a social disadvantage in a public setting, but it doesn't affect me in the field. Not anymore.

I will not fold over for anyone, not unless I choose to.

I get messages back within minutes. Dick's on his way from Bludhaven, and Roy is commandeering our alien jet to get here. Neither should be any more than an hour or so. I hate the part of me that eases at that knowledge, even as flashes of sense memory try and convince me that inviting them is a good idea.

The grip of hands at my hips, calloused fingertips holding tight enough to bruise. The twist of a tongue inside me, pushing in alongside long, talented fingers. The feeling of teeth against the back of my neck, clamping down over the ridge of my spine and making me hold still even as I screamed.

I realize I'm half folded down onto my kitchen table at about the same time as I realize I'm reaching down to grab my cock through my sweatpants. Irritably, swallowing down unnaturally enhanced arousal, I jerk my hand away and step back. I'm sick of this heat already, and it hasn't even started yet.

It's going to be bad, I know that. I've been suppressing my heats for so long, and this is my first natural one in… God, years. Why did I ever let Dick convince me that allowing my body its stupid, insanity-driven mating frenzies was a good idea? It's not. Letting myself go crazy for three or four days, every single month, is in fact a fucking terrible idea. Why did I let the alpha, who doesn't have to deal with any of this shit, convince me otherwise?

Dimly, I remember pleading blue eyes, and the look on Dick's face when I said I didn't care if the suppressors fucked up my ability to have kids. He looked so… gutted. Like it was his body that was being damaged, not mine. And maybe I did care, a tiny bit. Maybe there is a part of me that thinks of having a kid, of being a father, and thinks that yes, someday I might want that. Someday when I'm done fighting, and I've found a real partner that isn't going to give me shit for what I am, maybe I could think about creating a life between us.

Maybe that's why I let Dick convince me.

I spit out a curse, and then force myself to straighten up. I have a fair amount to do before either of my former partners get here.

The next hour of time I spend straightening out my home, putting things away, and generally making sure everything is neat and put together. Then I start pulling things out. Necessary things. Lube, which I shouldn't need; condoms, and it's unlikely either of them will let me fuck them — and even less likely I'll want to — but it's another just in case; this week's shot of birth control, which gets used early to have it in full effect while the heat is going on; and my box of toys from beneath the bed, which is sure as fuck going to get used. I flip it open and just leave it by the bed, and then head to the kitchen for the other necessity. Water. Lots of water. I can harass either Dick or Roy into getting me food during this, but water is a lot easier to forget about, and a heat uses a lot of energy.

Honestly, I think I'm being pretty goddamn responsible considering the aching blaze building low in the pit of my stomach. The urge to just lie down on the bed and rub one out is damn strong, but I strangle it back. Not that I don't think it would feel fucking amazing, but I know that if I go down that road, I'm not getting off of it until this heat has run its course. At the very least, I'm holding on until Roy and Dick get here and I can decide whether I'm really letting them be with me during this or not.

I could probably do it on my own. It would suck, and it would hurt, but I could survive it. Just one more shitty experience to add to the rest. I don't need either of them, not really.

My phone buzzes, and I grab it off the counter to flick it on. A text from Dick, with just two words. I'm here. I toss the phone down, and lean against the counter to wait. It's a maddening wait. Dick is right outside, and knowing there's a strong, capable, hot alpha not more than a maximum of three hundred feet away is playing havoc with my control. Still, I wait. I trust Dick, I really do, but I trust Roy more. Neither of them controls me, and neither gets to have me without the other there. Not like this.

Finally my phone buzzes again, and when I check it it's Roy, with a similar although more rambling message. I roll my eyes, drop my phone on the counter, and head for the front door. I unlock it and immediately step into the gap as I pull the door open. There's the sound of sharply cut off conversation, and my gaze falls on first Roy, and then Dick. Both in civilian clothes, though Dick is carrying a bag that looks like it could definitely contain his suit. It's got that perfected 'anonymous' style to it.

Dick smiles, Roy grins, and then I watch as my scent hits the two of them. Dick's eyes flicker shut and his smile falls as his mouth parts just a touch, his body sliding into a perfect, poised, stillness that's honestly hot as all hell. Roy looks surprised for a fraction of a second, and then he gives this crooked little smile that looks just a touch underneath joyful. His weight shifts forward, onto his toes, as Dick's eyes flick back open.

"Let me make one thing perfectly fucking clear," I say, to start things off. "Both of you play by my rules. I'm not your mate, I'm not your plaything, and I sure as fuck don't need either of you. You're both here to keep the other one in check, and you'll fucking cooperate. If you fight over me, or either of you take one step outside my rules, you both get the fuck out. Understand me?"

The look in Dick's eyes is hungry, and it forces me to swallow away arousal, but he gives a small smile and nods. "No problem," he says, and oh I have to swallow a second time at the heat to his voice and how dark it is.

I turn my gaze to Roy to distract myself, and his excited anticipation is easier to handle than the hunger. "Anything for you, Jaybird," Roy says, tilting his head in something that's almost like submission. I'd know; I've spent a good chunk of my life avoiding anything resembling submission.

"Good." I step back, and push the door open all the way. "Get in." I watch them as they head inside, past me and towards the kitchen table. I close the door and lock it, then turn to follow them.

Dick slides up onto the counter near my microwave, one of his long legs bracing against the floor as he drops his bag off to the side. Roy takes one of the chairs at the table, smiling up at me without even a hint of worry. I stand opposite him, and try really hard not to react to their scents in my nose. I can hold onto my heat long enough to talk this through; my instincts don't have control of me, I have control of them. That was the whole point of Ra's' training. If they had control of me, I'd be on the ground already, mad with need and desperate for either of them to fuck me. I'm not.

"What are your rules?" Dick asks, and I'm definitely not going to comment that his tone is a little bit strained. I think we're all a little strained.

I take a glance at Roy, and then cross my arms to feel just a little bit more in control. "The two of you don't fight. You clash, or have disagreements, you settle it without violence. I will not stand for the two of you competing over me like I'm some fucking chewtoy. Second, no improvising in the middle of this. The two of you stick to what you know I like, or you ask me when I'm coherent. If I say no, that's it. You don't bring it up again. Third, you don't tell anyone — not fucking ever — unless for some reason I give you permission. Lastly, if anything happens… If anything—" My breath catches at just the thought, and I tighten my hands to fists. "If anything fails, then it's not your fucking business. Either of you. It's my choice what I do about it."

The thought of the birth control failing is a terrifying one. I don't want a child, definitely not now. This world is a shitty, horrible place, and there's no way in hell I'm bringing a kid into it until I've done all I can to make it better. Maybe not even then.

"Understood," Dick says, his voice quiet but clear. "I'm in." He turns his head, looks down at Roy, and quirks an eyebrow. It's an obvious question.

Roy smiles again, and then gives a small laugh. "Are you kidding? You could have said I needed to perform a ritual sacrifice and I'd still have been in. So, how do you want to start, Jaybird?"

I relax a bit, bow my head for a moment to draw in a deep breath that has enough alpha-scent in it to make my head reel, and then look to Dick. "Dick, in my room there's a shot on the bedside table. Bring it to me." Dick's moving before I've even finished speaking, and then he flashes me a grin and disappears through the open door towards the rest of the house. I turn towards Roy, and tilt my head towards the door. "You ready, Roy?"

He's on his feet in barely a second, and his grin is wide. "So much more than ready. Bed, Jay?" I nod, and then make myself move. He meets me near the door, and then Roy is reaching up and pulling me into a kiss. It relaxes me in an instant, like magic, and he pushes me back against the doorframe. Gentle, but firm. His teeth graze my bottom lip, then paint a trail with grazing kisses down my jaw and to my throat. The arousal that I've been tamping down comes back full force, and this time I let it have me. I just ease into it, letting the blaze of the heat slide up my spine.

My head tilts back, and I grip blindly at his t-shirt and moan. I can feel myself getting wet, feel the slightly uncomfortable, filthy feeling of my own lubrication gathering inside me, feel myself relaxing and opening just in preparation. God, if I'm fucking honest I've been wet and relaxing for hours. "Roy," I gasp, as he grinds his hips forward against mine.

He hums against my throat, his left hand getting a good grip in my hair and his right locking onto my waist. "You smell so damn good, Jaybird," he murmurs, going back to layering those small, nipping kisses across my skin. "Going to make sure you're good and soaked for us before we take you, Jay. Going to work you open till you can take one of our knots in you, then wait it out and take the second one right after. You've got the stamina, don't you?"

I'm a little ashamed to say that the noise that comes out of my throat is a whine. Not ashamed enough to stop me clinging a little harder for a moment, or arching my throat a bit to press into his teeth. But enough that as soon as I get a little bit of control I shove him back a few inches, grab the front of his shirt, and give the thickest, darkest, most threatening snarl I can manage. By the slight surprise in his eyes, and the way he immediately lets go of me, it works.

"Bed," I snarl, as I disconnect my hands from his shirt. "Strip down and get on your fucking back, Roy. You're first."

The surprise melts away into a wide grin, and then he's leaning up and dragging me into a second kiss. Not what I wanted, not really, but god if I can stop him right now. He presses me back into that doorframe, until my spine aches a bit, and only pulls back when I moan into his mouth. Then he runs his fingers back through my hair, his forehead resting against mine.

"God I've missed sleeping with you," he admits. "And being around you. Just you in general, Jaybird. Anything you want; you got it." My eyes open in time to catch it as he pulls away, and then glances to the side. I follow his gaze over to where Dick is leaning against the wall across the room, a small smile twisting his mouth but that same hungry expression plastered across his face. "You sure?" Roy asks, calling my attention back. His voice is quiet, and my eyes flicker closed for a moment as his fingers slide down to get a gentle grip in the hair at the base of my skull. "Dick and I have had that fight, Jaybird. He's the leader of the two of us; you sure you want me first?"

"Like I give a fuck about your stupid pecking order," I grumble, and then have to swallow before I can confess, "I want you clear when he's taking me. Just in case."

It means one hell of a lot that all Roy does is give me a soft kiss, nod, and let go. "Understood. See you in there, Jay." He moves away, and after a second to steady myself I follow him.

Dick watches us both approach, and it tightens my gut in a fucking amazing way that I recognize that coiled stillness in him. That's the way he looks when he's staring down at a target on a street, waiting for just the right moment to dive down and scare the hell out of them. It's how he looks when he's hunting, and fuck is it incredible to be the focus of that attention in a way that doesn't actually promise violence. Dick is gorgeous, and Roy is gorgeous; how the fuck did a mouthy, aggressive bastard like me end up with both of them more than willing to cooperate to be with me? It's definitely a huge boost to my ego; just enough to combat the idea that I'm not really going to be in control of myself the next couple of days.

Still, it does fucking wonders for my confidence.

I move forward, and Dick straightens up off the wall to meet me as Roy pauses in the doorway to the bedroom and turns towards the two of us. Dick's smile turns to a small, wicked grin as he shifts forward, every inch of him grace. Maybe he's planning to drag me down to claim my mouth, or push me to my knees, or any one of a hundred sinful things he could imagine, but I don't give him the chance. I reach forward and shove him back, and he hits the wall with a heavy thud. That same reaction of surprise, like Roy's when I snarled at him, and then I'm crowding him up against the wall. My mouth is curled into a snarl that bares my teeth, and my hands grip his upper arms to pin them back. He lets me, even though I can see the challenge and instinct in his eyes. He's restraining it, that's good enough for me.

Dick's mouth curls into a slight snarl, matching mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Roy turn a little more towards us, like he thinks he's going to have to intervene. Maybe he will.

Then, suddenly, Dick relaxes. The snarl slips back to that grin, and he gives a low, hungry laugh. "Anyone ever tell you that's really hot, Little Wing?"

My snarl fades under surprise, and Dick takes advantage of my slightly loosened grip by pulling his arms free and grabbing me in turn. One neat hook of my ankle, paired with a twist of his hips and a sharp pull, and my back hits the wall in his place. I gasp in a breath, and then his teeth are on my neck. Harder than Roy, digging in on the side of my throat with real purpose, though not enough to break skin. It still makes me arch and open my mouth to release a sound. I expect a cry, or a snarl, but what ends up wrestling its way up and out of my chest is a shaky moan. Fuck, that feels good. It should hurt, I should be punching him or shoving him away, but with the dig of his teeth into my flesh, and his scent crowding out everything else I can smell…

Is this the kind of desire people are talking about when they mention heats? This desperate, building roar in my gut?

I can't help relaxing a little bit, letting him pin me in place as he rolls his teeth over my skin and creates what I'm damn sure is going to be a massive bruise. My head falls back against the wall, and I close my eyes and let him have me. It's surrender, and I've always hated what that term meant, but what's the harm here? I trust Dick, I trust Roy, and I want this so much. I can let them take care of me for just a bit, can't I?

"Fuck," I hear, and I manage to pry my eyes open to look over. Roy has moved closer, is at my side, and now he's got that same hungry look in his eyes as Dick did. He reaches forward, traces his fingers down my hairline, and I shudder at the touch. "You look so good, Jaybird. Good enough to eat."

Dick lets go of my neck, and I moan again at both Roy's words, and the feeling of Dick's hot breath washing over the sensitive, recently mauled skin he's been playing with. "There's an idea," Dick murmurs, pressing a kiss to my new mark. "I think you need to be naked, Little Wing, and at least one of us needs to be opening you up. But first…" His right hand pulls away from my arm, and then Roy sucks in a sharp breath.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna… Bring him into the bedroom when you're done." He turns to go, and before I know what I'm doing a soft whine of protest leaves my throat. Instantly, he turns back. "Easy, Jaybird. I'm right here, okay? It's okay, I'll stay." He steps up close, and Dick shifts to make room for him. "Dick's going to give you that shot, alright? Then we can all head into the bedroom, together."

Oh.

I drag in a breath, force myself to focus even though it's hard, and then shake my head. "Go," I manage to gasp, and I don't reach up to push Roy away because if I touch him I'm just going to drag him closer. "Needles; I know. I'll be fine."

I can see the slight relief in Roy's eyes, and then he leans in and kisses me. His right hand rises to slide over my jaw, back into my hair, and I almost whine when he tugs my head back and arches my throat. I do give a high-pitched, shaking sound — just a little too quiet to be called a cry — into the air as his mouth presses to the side of my neck. It's at the opposite side as Dick's mark, and I can feel his teeth grazing over my skin along with his tongue. On the other side, I can feel Dick hum approval, and then feel it as he grips my left arm and pulls it out to lock my elbow.

"Get it done," Roy murmurs, and then he bites down and I shout, grabbing at him with my free hand. My fingers curl into his shirt, near his waist, and I pull hard enough to actually drag him forward an inch or so. Not that there's much room left between us.

There's a faint pinprick of pain on the inside of my left arm, but I barely even feel it. I'm far too caught up in the feeling of Roy's hand holding my head back in an arch, and his mouth working to drag a mark to the top of my skin to match Dick's. I'm pretty quickly losing all ability to make rational choices, or even think past the here and now, and I shudder and try and force the desire back just a bit. Enough that when Dick's hand leaves my arm, and Roy pulls away from my throat, I can spit out my declaration.

"Roy's first." I can almost physically feel the sharp tension, and I can see it in the way that Roy's gaze snaps to Dick, and Dick stiffens just a little bit. Their gazes meet, and I drag myself together and snarl as deep and rough as I can get it to come out. It's really not threatening, but it gets me their attention. "My choice," I snap, even as my breath comes in deep gasps. "Don't care about your fucking ranks; Roy's first."

Dick's still for another moment, and then he gives a small smile and a nod, shoulders rolling like he's using the movement to physically dispel tension. "You got it, Little Wing." Another glance at Roy, a shared moment of silent communication between them that I only vaguely understand, and then Dick gives a small nod and an even smaller flick of his eyes towards the floor. "We're all set," he announces, aiming a small grin at me, "and you're wearing way too much."

"I think we can fix that," Roy says, and even though I'm not looking at him I can hear the laugh and the grin in his voice. "Come on, Jaybird, let's get you in a bed."

I was not prepared for how smoothly the two of them work together. It almost makes me think they've shared someone between them before. Dick is at my back while Roy pulls me forward, and two strong hands are sliding up either side of my back, dragging my plain black t-shirt up to my shoulders. The shirt goes over my head, Roy pulls it down off my arms, and at the same time Dick's hands are sliding down and pushing my sweatpants and boxers off of my hips. For half a second, instinct insists I'm about to trip and fall, but then two sets of hands are at my waist, lifting my weight in tandem for just long enough that the fabric falls right off of my feet. Then I'm down again, and somehow we're in my bedroom and the two of them are pull-pushing me to my knees at the foot of it, bending me over the edge. Dick's weight settles next to me, one of his hands locking over the back of my neck and pinning me down — god that satisfies some buried part of me — and Roy is pushing his way between my thighs as his hands slide over my hips and grip tight.

I finally find my voice, managing to gasp out, "Jesus fuck," before Roy is biting down over my right hip and I have to surrender to a moan.

"Been awhile since we've done that," Dick comments, sounding pleased but also a step away from laughing. "Nice to see you still remember all the steps, Roy."

I was fucking right. They have done this before.

Roy's teeth leave one last nip as he pulls away, and he really does laugh. "Fun to do with someone that we both have to lift." His right hand slides down, and any kind of attempt I was going to make at countering their shared enjoyment of manhandling me disappears as two of his fingers slide inside me. I shake for a second, instinct blanking out my mind and demanding more than just that. It's not enough; I'm so fucking ready. I try to tell them that, but all that comes out is a whine. "Wow," Roy breathes out. "Come feel this, Dick."

I can feel Dick's weight shift, and then his free hand slides down across my back and down to my ass. Roy's fingers shift down but don't pull out, and after a brief pause one of Dick's fingers slides in beside them. I stretch easily, and that's a little closer to what I want but it's still not enough. Dick's hand flexes on my neck, driving a gasp from me as I clench my hands in the sheets. His finger slides through my lubrication, as Roy's stay still but also pull slightly downwards. God I can fucking feel it leaking out of me, slipping down the inside of my thighs and god fucking damnit I just want one of them inside me. Right fucking now.

"So wet for us," Dick murmurs, and then he's leaning down, and his teeth are sinking into the skin above my right shoulder blade. I jerk, clench down on automatic, and I can hear Roy's sharp gasp.

Dick lets go, and then I gather myself and shove upwards. I'm pretty sure my shoulder hits his face, but I don't pay much attention because I twist my torso and snap my teeth together, pushing back on their combined fingers. "Get your fucking fingers out of me and fuck me," I snap, my words coming out deep and dark as I bare my teeth and glare back at Roy. Roy, who looks like he was maybe a step away from doing that even without my demand.

His hand clenches down on my hip, and his teeth show for just a moment before I have to arch and break eye contact as his fingers actually do pull out of me. Dick withdraws too, and then the hand still at my neck pushes down. I could probably fight it, but there's enough strength behind the grip that I just go with it. He pins me back down, but only for a brief moment. Then Roy is letting go of my hip, and Dick is dragging me up onto the actual bed. I scramble a bit, but in the end it comes completely naturally. My shoulders and head flatten against the bed, guided by Dick's hand, and my legs spread, my back in a sloped arch and my ass in the air.

A distant part of my mind cringes at the realization I'm fucking presenting, but god if it doesn't feel like the most natural, amazing, comfortable position.

"You look so good," Dick whispers, his voice just a few inches away from my ear. "Roy's going to fuck you, Little Wing. Going to fill you up and tie you, and then as soon as he's out I'm going to do the same." He gives a satisfied groan that sounds aroused as all hell, and tightens his grip on the back of my neck. "You'll be so full of us, leaking until one of us gets between your legs again. We're going to make sure you're taken care of, Little Wing. Make sure the next time you get off by yourself you think of us, and how good we made you feel." His voice darkens to a low growl, and he gives me one hard shake. "That's a promise, Jason."

Even if I had the words to answer, I couldn't. The tone, the grip, the fucking words, all of it steals the air right out of my chest, and I have to gasp for more. Even then, it just comes out as a keen, and I'm not sure if the way I move is against his grip or just to feel more of it.

Hands clamp down on my hips, and before I even fully register that sensation a heavy weight is leaning over me — Roy — and Dick's hand is clenching down on my neck. Instinct sings through me, and the roaring fire of my heat disables enough of my control that I can't fight it. I relax, all my muscles surrendering to the two alphas holding me down. A tiny bit more relaxation comes a little more naturally when I feel the hard press of what I'm absolutely sure is Roy's cock slide forward through my cheeks. I stay still, my eyes closed and my breath coming in harsh pants, but I give a soft whine to tell the two alphas that I want them.

It seems to work, because a moment later Roy is tilting my hips at a slightly better angle, and then pushing forward into me. Not hard, not in a shove that might leave me breathless and burn in just the right way, but steady. I cry out as he presses into me, thick and hard and god yes that's what I needed.

"You're gorgeous, Jason," Dick murmurs in my ear. "Hear that? You're just what we wanted."

I shudder, but as Roy bottoms out I get a tiny bit of control back, and recognize what Dick is doing. "Don't use that — god, fuck — fucking praise bullshit on me," I manage to get out. More than muffled, breathless and strained, but I'm pretty sure it's still understandable.

Roy laughs, equally breathless, as his fingers flex on my hips. "Careful, Dick. He'll bite."

Dick lets go of my neck so he can slide his hand up in my hair, and then I give a strangled groan when he drags me up by my hair. High enough I have to brace with my hands, high enough that he can lean in and catch my mouth, his tongue pushing its way between my teeth. I almost do bite, but then Roy shifts, dragging my hips flush to him before pulling away, and any thought of fighting leaves me. I give into Dick's claim of my mouth, to Roy's claim of the rest of me, and arch between them as the fire of my heat burns me alive from the inside out. It aches, I need, and god damn this but I can't help it.

The shove and slide of Roy helps, and his grip on my hips does too, but it's not enough. Not yet. God, fuck, I need to feel him swell. I need him trapped inside me, filling me, fucking me until he's satisfied.

Mindlessly, I grope for Dick, and my hand finds the front of his shirt and holds on. "Please," I beg against his mouth, and he draws back enough that I can speak. Just enough. "Please," I repeat, pushing back against the slap of Roy's hips as he takes me. "Fuck! Harder. Claim me, claim me."

I can hear Dick swallow, feel the flex of his hand in my hair. His other rises to slide along my jaw, his thumb brushing the front of my throat and god I can hear myself whimper. "Shhh, it's alright, Jason. We're going to take care of you, help you through this. You've got us." He gives a small, hungry laugh, and I can feel him shift. "Hear that, Roy? Give him all you've got, fast as you can. I don't think our omega's in the mood to wait."

I just react. I open my eyes, turn my head, and snap my teeth together at the fingers on my jaw. I catch skin, taste blood, and Dick yelps and lets me go. He looks a little stunned, and yeah, his pointer finger is bleeding, near the middle knuckle. I give as much of a snarl as I can, as his eyes narrow and he starts to look like he's thinking of trying to put me in my place.

"Don't," I grind out. There are thoughts behind it, I know there are, but I can't remember them right now. I just know being called that, being called omega, pisses me off. Any other reasoning is destroyed as Roy picks up his pace, hooking his fingers a little more securely and upgrading to a pace that's fast, and would be brutal and rough if I wasn't so fucking wet.

"Warned you he bites," Roy says, with a laugh. "Bet that stings."

Dick finally smiles, even if it's with a sharp edge, and then shakes his hand and lowers it. "Yeah, a bit." He leans in, kisses me for another moment that turns to twenty, that turns to him gripping my jaw and all but fucking my mouth with his tongue, and then pulls away. "I'll get undressed," he tells the two of us, as my head bows and I moan. "Don't worry, Jason, Roy'll knot you soon enough."

He moves away, and I could probably track him but I'm just too distracted. I lower my head to the sheets, breathing hard and feeling each slam of Roy's hips resound up the length of my torso. I can't keep quiet, I can't even try. I can feel the build in my gut, the impending release that's going to be torn from me, but it takes a backseat to the need raging through me. I just want— I need—

It's like a fucking religious experience when it happens. The first time Roy shoves forward and there's a swell near the base of him that I have to stretch around. My back arches, and I shout as I throw my head back. It's a torturous kind of bliss feeling it slide in and out, stretching me on every pass and growing larger. I claw at the sheets, trembling, and then Roy lets go of my right hip and leans over me. His hand shoves me down between my shoulder blades, and he bears his weight down on me so I'm mostly flattened out. I cry out when his teeth dig into the top of my shoulder, and I feel him snarl through my flesh as his thrusts turn short and fast, barely doing more than pushing his knot in and out of me. I shake, heave out a sound that's not much more than a dry sob, and then he pushes in.

It almost hurts, but then he's inside and grinding into the back of my thighs. He bites down a little harder, hips rocking but not pulling, and I arch against him as I feel that last swell and throb inside me. He moans into my shoulder, and I can feel the pulse, the heat as he comes inside me. My back strains into an even farther arch, and then I'm following him. I give a shaking moan, my muscles unanimously giving up and going limp as I come against the sheets. His teeth ease up, and his hips pull back a little bit, just enough to test the knot. I shudder, satisfaction erasing all thought of moving from my mind at the knowledge that he's trapped in me.

Roy stays poised over me for a minute, as I feel him filling me, and then finally releases my shoulder. It stings a bit, but I'm not nearly coherent enough to feel anything but pleased about the mark. He shifts down, carefully pulling me slightly to the side and lying down so he's not completely on top of me. His arms circle my chest, his right thigh pushing between mine, and his mouth starts pressing small, open mouthed kisses up and down the back of my neck and my shoulders. He pays special attention to where he bit me, and I drag my hands up and loosely wrap them around his lower arms, just to hold on.

I'd mostly forgotten what it felt like to be knotted. I'd forgotten this bone deep satisfaction, and the feeling of being filled and possessed. I'd forgotten how good it feels.

The part of me that's been minimized down to a corner of my mind, the part that wants no part of any of this, reminds me that what I'm feeling is all just chemicals. Chemical reaction to ease what would otherwise hurt, and to keep an omega passive once they've been taken. It's 'natural,' but it's also a disadvantage written into my genetics which is kind of bullshit.

The rest of me hushes that vocal part, and I rest my head against the sheets and just let myself float. Chemical rush, yeah, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't feel amazing. As long as it's someone I trust at my back, why does it matter? I can trust my safety to Roy; he wouldn't hurt me, and he wouldn't let anyone else hurt me either. Why not enjoy?

Some time later Roy shifts, and my back arches a little bit as he pulls back. His knot has receded enough that he can slip out of me, and I give a soft cry against the sheets at the feeling. It's a hollow, empty sensation, and the building fire in my stomach violently protests it. I shudder, clenching down on nothing, as I feel the mixture of my own lubrication and Roy's release leak from me. I don't really like that feeling either. I tighten my grip on Roy's arms, not managing anything more than a high pitched whine.

Roy's mouth presses to the back of my neck, and he murmurs, "It's alright, Jaybird. We've got you; won't be empty long. Let go, Jay."

I force myself to obey, and Roy slowly pulls away from me. His hands stay on my skin, sliding from my chest to my back, and then working into my shoulders. It feels good, and it relaxes me for just a moment, but it's not enough. I need more. His hands work up into my hair, and I make a small, guttural noise as he tugs briefly at it, arching my neck back. Then his hands pull away. I start to turn towards him, but hands close around my ankles and yank.

I jerk, raising my head in slight alarm as I slide along the bed. It's Dick pulling me down, his blue eyes narrowed and dark with hunger. Gloriously naked, and his cock hard and heavy between his thighs. Instinct makes me go limp again in surrender, letting him pull me to the edge and shove my legs apart. His teeth show for one brief second, and I'm so fucking high on the leftover rush of being taken that I just tilt my head back to bare my throat and give a quiet, submissive, whine. His fingers press hard into the inside of my thighs, and then he sinks down to his knees. Before I can even start to react to that his mouth is joining his right hand on my thigh. I cry out as his teeth sink into my skin, painful because fuck that's a sensitive place, and twist my hands into the sheets as my back arches.

Dick's other hand slides down and back, pushing what feels like three fingers into me. That offsets some of the pain of his teeth, and I push into his hand. Only for a moment, because then his fingers are pulling away as he lets go of the skin between his teeth, and he gets back to standing. I stare up at him, hazy and definitely back to being desperate and just fucking needing something to ease the painful heat low in my gut.

His hands hook underneath my knees, and he pushes them up. I think that's going to be it, but then he moves just enough to bring my right knee up and over and press both my legs down together against the bed, bent and folded. I'm too slow to react, and then he's pushing forward and into me. I cry out again, my throat arching as my teeth clench because god. Dick is bigger than Roy by a little bit, just enough to feel the difference, and with my legs pressed together there's more pressure and tension. I curl in on myself a bit, turning sideways to match my legs, and Dick growls.

His right hand locks down over my knees, holding them pinned down, and then his left hand rises to my shoulder. His thumb hooks underneath my collarbone, and he shoves me flat onto my back. My waist is twisted, my left arm trapped beneath my legs, and his weight is resting heavily on me as he fucks me. I shudder, groping upwards with my right arm and grabbing the only thing I can reach at this angle, which is his upper left arm. He's not waiting, not giving me time to do anything but take it as he fucks me, hard but measured, controlled. Just this side of violent. My throat arches as I tilt my head back, twisting against his hold and shouting at the ceiling.

I have no leverage trapped like this, he's completely in control, and that unnerves and excites me at the same time. It leaves me trembling, my throat bared in some instinctive desire to calm the alpha above me, my free hand alternatively gripping his arm tight and then stroking down the limb in that same instinct. He does ease up just a little bit in response, but not enough to actually release me from the pin, and if anything, his thrusts get harder. I can already feel his knot swelling, and a distant part of my mind reminds me that he's been hard the whole time I spent with Roy, of course it's going to be fast.

He groans, eyes squeezing shut for a moment, hands flexing around my knees and my shoulder. Then his teeth show again, and I shudder and give another shout as his knot grows enough to start catching. Dick's gaze snaps upwards, and his mouth curls into a silent snarl. I follow his gaze up to Roy, who's drawing back, tilting his jaw to bare his throat, showcasing his empty hands as he all but flattens himself against the bed. It seems to satisfy Dick, because then he's leaning down over me, his thrusts turning short and powerful enough to drive the air from my lungs. His hand slides up from my shoulder, weight leaning into his elbow to keep pressure and keep me pinned down as his hand curls into my hair.

I grab at his back, digging my nails into his skin because I can barely breathe, barely think, underneath the strength and barely leashed violence in his movements. Then his knot catches, sticks, and he seems to feel it because he doesn't wrench back this time. He shoves forward, drags my head back by my hair, and bites down into my neck. Right at the front of my throat, over my windpipe, and I freeze for a second in instinctual fear before it washes away because god he's coming in me.

I keen, pressing my throat into his teeth and feeling tears burn in my eyes as I come between us. I feel the sharp sting as his teeth break my skin, and give a thick shudder, surrendering to his hold even as pleasure crests through my body in waves. Dick's hips are rocking in tiny thrusts, not pulling hard enough at my rim to hurt, but moving enough to rub against my prostate. His teeth ease up, but he doesn't let go of my throat. So I float, held in instinct and a submissive high by the press of his teeth, the slow tide of pleasure in my gut as he rocks, and the grip of his hands at my knee and in my hair. I just breathe and take it, my hand loose on his back and the rest of me too subdued to even consider fighting.

The fire of my heat is easing, fading away into a low ache in my bones that's a lot easier to ignore, but it only sort of registers. Dick's teeth are the focus of what little attention their hold has left me with. That's not much.

At some point I can feel his knot start to go down, but he stays in me, stays pressed down over me, until it's completely down. Then his jaw tightens down over my throat for a fraction of a second, gives me one hard shake, and lets go. I shudder as he pulls away, my head falling sideways to rest on the sheets. I curl in on myself, turning to ease the twist of my waist and duck my head down close to my knees. The high hasn't left me, but it's starting to.

There's a shift of the bed as weight settles onto it, and then strong hands wrap around my waist and tug me upwards. I let them pull me higher onto the bed without complaint, but don't give up my protective curl. I can't right now. The hands let go, and a warm body settles against my back, lips pressing soft kisses along my shoulders. The equally soft stroking pattern of a hand down my side, along my leg, along pretty much whatever skin it can reach, tells me the person at my back is Dick. Then there's another hand in my hair, gently tugging my head up. I almost whine, but obey the careful pull as a second hand — more calloused fingers, thinner, Roy — tilts my jaw up.

He looks a little worried, a little tense, and he glances briefly up and past me before speaking. "Jaybird, you alright?" His voice is whisper soft, thumb sliding across my cheek. I swallow, wince when it makes the front of my throat — the bite — sting, and then shift my head in a small nod. Roy doesn't look very convinced. "Yeah, I'll ask again when you're clear headed. Can you uncurl for us?"

I shudder before even thinking about it, and bring my knees a little higher and closer to my chest. "No," I breathe, only barely stopping myself from pulling away from Roy's hands.

Roy's jaw tightens, and he looks over my head. "Damnit, Dick. You couldn't hold back just a little? This is pretty much exactly what we didn't want to happen." My breath catches at the anger in his tone, a second shudder running down my spine, and immediately Roy's gaze lowers to me and he softens. "Oh, Jesus. Not you, Jaybird." His fingers stroke through my hair and across my jaw. "It's not you; you're perfect. It's okay."

"You know I had to, Roy," Dick says, his hand stilling on my side. "You know that."

I twist my head into the sheets, closing my eyes and unable to stop the whine that builds in my chest and worms its way out of my throat. Dick's hand tightens on my side, and Roy draws in a sharp breath. I shiver, starting to feel cold and drained. Used up in all the wrong ways. "Don't," I manage to say, though it costs me a thick shudder. "Please don't."

Then Roy is laying down, pressing as close as he can get to my curled body and carefully cradling my head in his hands. "Shhh," he murmurs, "it's alright, Jaybird. Hear me? We're here, and we're not going anywhere, I promise. You're everything we want, everything we could want. You're gorgeous, you're perfect, you feel so good, and you make such wonderful sounds."

The praise sinks into my bones like tangible warmth, and I relax a little bit. Slowly, as his almost meaningless compliments continue, I uncurl and let him press closer to me. I tuck my head beneath his chin, let him push his leg between mine and run his fingers through my hair as I just breathe. The haze slowly lifts off of me, and finally I shift my head against Roy's chest and reach forward to touch his waist.

He stops speaking, and then whispers, "Hey, you clearing up, Jaybird?"

I nod, and then irritably shift away as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. "Told you not to use that praise bullshit on me," I grumble, and he gives a quiet laugh.

"You needed it; no apologies." He pulls my head back a little bit, and I wince at the stretch of the skin Dick bit down into. His gaze is a little worried, and a lot more relieved. "You doing alright, Jaybird?"

I make a little bit of a face. "I need a shower." A pause, as I evaluate my own body. "Yeah, definitely a shower. God, I feel gross."

Dick snorts, his lips pressing against the back of my neck. "But it feels good beneath that, doesn't it, Jason? You don't have to lie to us." I immediately draw in a sharp breath at the slightest graze of his teeth, and then anger catches up.

I jerk around, driving my elbow at his ribs and almost hitting, if he hadn't rolled away to avoid it. I turn, even as Roy grabs my upper arms to hold me back, and snarl, "What the fuck did you do to me?!" Roy's grip tightens, and he drags me back against his chest and wraps both arms around my torso, pinning my arms to my sides. We're sitting up now, but he's still got me pretty securely.

Dick is in half a crouch, and his eyes are narrowed. "You didn't give me much choice, Jason," he answers, voice a little infuriatingly calm.

I draw in a breath to shout at him, and Roy tightens his grip and forces the air back out of me for a moment. "Wait, Jaybird. You need to listen, alright? Just listen, that's all." I'm nearly shaking with anger, but I jerk my head in a nod anyway. I trust Roy at least.

Dick takes in a slow breath, and I see him forcibly relax as he sits back down on the bed. "You're not the only person affected by this, Jason. You take the brunt of it, but you're giving off a whole lot of chemicals and it affects all of us. You understand that, right?" I force myself to nod, and not to snap at him. "I agreed to go second, but it wasn't easy to agree and it was even harder to actually stick to that promise." His jaw clenches for a moment, before he gives a tight smile. "You challenging and snapping at every turn, hitting me in the face with your shoulder, and biting me didn't help my control any. You can't do that and expect me not to react, Jason. I can't do that; Roy couldn't do it either. I satisfied my instincts in the best way I could, without hurting you any more than that bite."

"He's right," Roy agrees, his hands sliding along my arms. Just stroking now, not actually holding me back. "I would have done the same thing in his position, Jaybird. We get that you're not a classic omega, and fuck you know I'd never want you to be. Most of the time we could take what you give and have that be enough, but you can't snap at Dick like that while you're in heat and not expect him to react like an alpha, Jaybird." He gives a small laugh, his face pressing against the side of the neck. "You couldn't treat me like that either, not right now."

I watch Dick, and there is guilt in his eyes. A little bit. So I roll my shoulders, freeing myself from Roy's grip, and tilt my head a bit. "So tell me what the fuck that was," I demand. "I— It felt…" I twitch, close my eyes for a second, and fight back the urge to bow my head and bare my throat just from the memory.

"I know," Dick says, his voice soft. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to be that bad. The bite, and the pin, go right to your instincts. It's like flicking a switch, or hitting just the right nerve; instant surrender. I wasn't thinking straight; no one's done that to you before and I didn't remember that. What happened to you after is… It's commonly called omega drop, and it happens when an omega comes off a knot — usually in heat, or when it's really intense — and doesn't feel protected." His mouth twists, and that guilt shines a little brighter in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Jason. You should never have had to feel that way." He sighs, looking away for a second. "If you want me to leave, tell me now, Jason. Right now, I can make myself do that. Roy can take care of you, I know he can."

Roy's hands touch my arms, stroking down my skin, but he doesn't say anything. I consider Dick, consider the ache in my bones and the sting of the bite, and then the gross, but — fucking hell — satisfying feeling of the mix of their releases and my own fluids leaking from me. I make a little bit of a face at that feeling, and then meet Dick's eyes squarely.

"Like hell you're going anywhere," I snarl. His eyes flicker wide for a second. "You're the son of a bitch that convinced me to come off the fucking suppressors, so you're going to take responsibility for how awful this is and get me through it." I bare my teeth, knowing I'm screaming too much challenge but fuck the world this is who I am. "Is that fucking clear, Dick?"

He looks a little stunned, but then his mouth breaks into a wide smile. "Yeah, Jason," he murmurs. "Anything you want, Little Wing."

"I want a fucking shower," I snap, and Roy gives a startled bark of laughter from behind me. Then his face presses to my neck again, and he squeezes his hands down on my arms.

"Not even joking, Jaybird. You're perfect."

I shove out a sigh at the relaxing warmth practically bleeding into my skin. "I'm not going to get you two to stop with the fucking praise thing, am I?"

Dick shifts forward, and I let him trace his fingers down my cheek. "We're not saying anything that isn't the truth," he says with a smile. "Might rub me the wrong way a little bit, but I wasn't lying when I told you the challenge is hot." He leans in to give me a soft kiss, and then hums out an amused, satisfied noise. "Just, maybe tone it down a little bit if you can?"

I give a small nod, and reach forward to grip his arm. "I'll try," I promise. "Maybe you could try saying something before jumping me?" My tone might be just a little irritated, but it only makes Dick's smile widen, and he gives a soft laugh.

"I'll try," he echoes. "A shower, huh? I think we can do that. You know it's totally pointless though, right? We're just going to get you dirty again."

I push him away by his shoulder, taking just a bit of care to keep me push gentle. A suggestion more than a demand, and he lets me push him back a foot or so. "I don't care," I say with a snort. "There is no way in hell I'm spending the next three or four days like this. Get used to it."

"Yes, sir," Roy says against my neck, with more than a little of a mocking tinge to his tone. "Alright, you got it, Jaybird. One shower coming up. Want to test how well you can walk?"

I blink, and then tilt my head back to face the ceiling, close my eyes, and snarl, "Fuck."