"Not Anymore"
One of the training rooms was packed with people around the edges of the main sparring mat, and cameras were broadcasting to the rest of the building. Agent Banks was in handcuffs, and one of the medics was at the side with two doses of anti-serum. It hadn't been touched, thankfully.
Phil was in his work-out suit – yes, he referred to it as a suit; so sue him – and he was at the edge of the mat. He saw a flash of leather out of the corner of his eye, but he wasn't going to lose his focus. This was too important. He had to do it to ensure that his subordinates would still have confidence in him, he had to take Banks down every single peg, and he had to do it for the Omegas at SHIELD.
"Sure you want to do this, Agent Coulson?" Banks asked as his cuffs were removed. Phil stepped forward onto the mat.
"Oh, I'm sure," he said. "Don't go easy on me."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Banks said.
"Can't wait to see Coulson wipe the floor with that asshole," Clint whispered loudly. Phil smirked at him. Banks made the mistake of taking a swing at him early, and Phil dropped into a squat before Banks' fist could meet his face. He swept Banks' feet out from under him. Kicked the man over onto his front. Pulled his arms behind him.
"I'm bored," Phil said.
With a grunt, Banks shoved him off. Phil rolled onto his feet smoothly and awaited the charge. He wasn't disappointed. Banks could be so predictable. Phil grabbed his arms and swung him around, twirled him and slammed him down on his back. He backed off a few steps. Banks was swift to get back on his feet. Soon, the fight began to heat up. Phil was never caught off guard, never missed a step, and was never on the floor for more than a second. It was when Banks struck out for the left side of his chest that Phil decided enough was enough. He avoided the hit, twisted Banks' arm and forced him to the floor one last time. Phil straddled his body and landed one definite punch to Banks' cheek. The agent's head hit the mat with a thud and bounced back up, and he glared at Phil.
"Still wouldn't grade that more than a six, and that's only because I let it run so long," Phil said. "I was hoping for something more interesting."
"Yeah, well, you've been at this a lot longer than I have," Banks said. He'd never been a good loser. Phil wouldn't miss him. "Even if you were a Beta we wouldn't be evenly matched."
"Then why did you agree to this?"
Banks sneered, but he had no answer.
"I'd say Coulson won that round," Nick said. Phil climbed off and stood up, but he refused to help Banks to his feet. He walked over to Natasha, who was holding out a towel. Clint was grinning.
"Thanks for starting us off," Phil said.
"Not a problem," Clint replied. "I can't believe how many people fall for that one."
Phil shrugged, and chugged down a third of a bottle of water. He gave his face and the back of his neck a cursory dry; sweat would release the pheromones sooner, and stronger. Everyone would know.
"Right," he said, and he turned around. Banks was nursing a split lip, he had a black eye forming, and now that the adrenalin was waning, his limp was clear. "You want people to know your status? Fine. Hawkins?"
The medic nodded, and came forward with the anti-serum. Banks was handcuffed again, but he didn't struggle as the needle was pressed to his flesh. He winced, but his energy levels were depleted, so the pain was harder to fight. In a minute, he began to exude the scent of an Alpha. Predictable again.
"Now it's my turn," Phil said, and he ambled over to stand three feet away from Banks, staring him hard in the eyes. Phil held out his arm, not even flinching at the sting of cold metal piercing warm skin. The anti-suppressant swept through his veins. His heart beat quickly, spreading the liquid faster.
He saw the change immediately. To an Alpha not on a suppressant, the scent of a glowing Omega was tantalising. Banks' pupils dilated rapidly, and he licked his lips. Phil didn't back off. He tuned out all the whispers around them.
"You see what defeated you?" he said. "An Omega. You couldn't handle one Omega on the mat. What made you think you could snare one of my agents, just because you're an Alpha? You're pathetic, Banks. A misogynistic, egotistical, terrible example of your dynamic. An Alpha's job is to protect, not to control. And it is not an Omega's job to submit. Times have changed." He pointed at Banks, but didn't touch him. "You ever go after my people again, I will end you, and I won't draw it out. The sooner this world's rid of people like you, the better."
With one last narrowing of his eyes, Phil turned around and went back to Natasha and Clint. Gradually, people began to applaud. Confused, Phil looked back to see Banks being hauled off, and everyone beginning to cheer.
"You are one bad-ass motherfucker, sir," Clint said. "Fuck, now I wish I was an Omega, too."
"What are you?" Natasha asked.
"Beta. You?"
She pursed her lips for a moment, before she replied, "I have no status."
"What?" Phil said. He wasn't sure whether the clapping was drowning out some of her words.
"When the Red Room 'created' me, they forgot to include that," she said. Clint put an arm around her shoulders. Surprisingly, she let him.
"All right, all right!" Nick called. Phil nearly jumped; he'd forgotten the director was there. "Go back to work. Or, if you're feeling inspired by Agent Coulson's example, go to the infirmary. We've got enough anti-suppressant to go around."
"I'll go later," Clint said. "Want us to wait outside the shower for you, sir?"
"I'm good, thanks," Phil said.
"Sir." Natasha looked serious. "Please."
It was obviously important to them, so Phil nodded. "Then let's go. But no peeking."
"Since when have we ever peeked?" Clint asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Phil's senses were heightened, and he scented that Nick was behind him.
"My office, soon as you're done down here," Nick said. Phil found himself immobile again, something which only ever happened in his boss's presence. He heard Nick move away, and wished he'd turned around, just to see the look in his eyes and judge how much grovelling would have to be involved. Instead, all he could do was rub at his neck absently, and allow Clint and Natasha to lead him to the showers.
It had never been so hard to sit in one place. Nick couldn't bring himself to find his agent using surveillance, which meant that he had to wait where he was until the man arrived. Until the Omega came.
That particular thought didn't help his erection go down.
"Goddamnit, Phil," he said, clenching his fists. "An Omega? A fucking Omega?"
Less than a minute later there was a knock at his door. He knew who it was.
"Come in," he said. The door opened, and Phil swayed back. He blinked, swallowed, and walked into the room far enough to close the door without looking away from Nick.
"You took the anti-serum," Phil said.
"I did."
"…So I was right. You are an Alpha."
"I am. And you're an Omega."
Phil looked at his feet.
"I hope… you don't think less of me now," he said, and he looked up at Nick through those eyelashes.
"Sit down, Phil."
"Sir, if I come any closer—"
"I can control myself, agent."
"But…"
"But?"
Phil sighed deeply, and moved forward a step. He stopped.
"I don't know if I can, sir," he said.
"You don't know if you can what, Coulson?"
"Control myself," Phil whispered. He looked away. With that haunted face, those hunched shoulders, and the crossed hands, Phil had never appeared more vulnerable. Nick couldn't stand it.
"Come here," he said, standing up, and he drew his coat around his front to hide his hard-on. Phil's eyes snapped back to meet his.
"It's not a good idea," he said.
"Screw good ideas. The best laid plans of mice and men go to shit all the time around here."
"I'm pretty sure that's not how the saying go… What are you doing?"
Nick walked around his desk, approaching cautiously. He didn't want Phil to bolt. "I'm showing you that I really can control myself."
"Stay there. Stay… Nick, stop!"
Phil sounded almost hysterical, and Nick stopped in his tracks.
"I swear, I won't hurt you, Phil," he said, since they were going with first names.
"I know, and that's great," Phil said. He was breathing fast. "And I know you'd never make a move on me. But I… I can't guarantee that I could do the same."
"What're you talking about?"
Phil chewed his bottom lip, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet. Gone was the confident agent from before.
"I don't want you to control yourself!" he burst out. "That's the problem. Ever since we've met, every time we're together, I just want you to bend me over the nearest piece of furniture and do to me what an Alpha's supposed to do to an Omega. Take me. Over and over again. In heat, out of heat. Knot me. Breed me, for Christ's sake! Fill me so full that it'd be a miracle if I didn't come out of it carrying your child. I don't even care whether or not we'd have kids, just as long as it was you and me." Nick tried to wrap his mind around this. "That's all I want, Nick. You and me. And I was pretty sure you were an Alpha, even though I've tried to keep an open mind. But I knew you'd never want me in that way. And I love this job as much as I love you. I wouldn't want to give up either of you; but I only had one, so I chose to keep that. Besides, you love your job here, too." He shrugged, running out of steam. Already he was starting to slump. "I'd never want you to give that up. That's… that's why I never told you."
Nick couldn't speak at first. His throat was blocked, and his mind was going blank. It wasn't until Phil began to walk away that he moved past and locked the door. He noticed Phil lean towards him as he passed, and thought that it was a new thing. Then he realised that it wasn't. This had been building for a long time. How did he miss the obvious signs? How did Phil miss them?
"What the hell gives you the idea I wouldn't want you?" he asked.
"You're… you're strong. You're younger than me. You're stunning, full of charisma. People listen to you without question. You're my… you're my best friend, Nick. I'd never want to lose that. But when you touch me, I feel this spark. When you're near, I feel warm inside." Nick stared into Phil's eyes, willing him to continue. To say what he wanted to hear. "And when I thought I was dying, I was glad that you were the last person I was ever going to see."
That wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"You said you loved me," Nick said. He resisted the urge to shake his agent. "Do you?"
Phil was pale. "I… I… Yes," he finally said.
"Then shut the fuck up about all this unrequited shit, and listen to me." Nick grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him up against the door. "I want all that, too. What you said. You and me, together. I want us mated, Phil, and I want it yesterday. Hell, I want it the day we met, but since neither of those options are available, I guess we'll have to settle for now."
In contrast to his manhandling, Nick lowered his lips to Phil's neck and kissed the patch of skin he would need to bite. Just one bite, and they'd be bonded. But it couldn't happen yet. So he ran a line of kisses up Phil's neck, feeling the rapid-fire pulse beneath his lips.
"D-do you…" Phil gasped. "Do you love me?"
"Since about a week after we met," Nick said, and he tongued a bit of stubble Phil had obviously missed when he shaved. "It was just physical attraction before that. Mmm." He nuzzled Phil's cheek. "I'm gonna kiss you, and then we're going to my quarters, just behind that door over there." He inhaled, and met Phil's eyes. They were so close that Nick could see himself reflected in the pupils. What did Phil see in him? Well, he sure as hell wasn't missing this opportunity. "Then I'll make love to you."
"Make love?"
"Got a problem with that?"
Phil shook his head, smiling. "It sounds perfect."
"Good." Then Nick brushed his mouth over Phil's, waiting for the best moment. When the time felt right, their lips met as one.
This was something Nick had been dreaming about for years. He easily coaxed Phil's lips apart and deepened the kiss. As he did, he ground his hips against Phil's, making sure the agent felt how hard Nick was. He'd been that way since Phil knocked Banks to the mat. Nothing like Phil kicking ass to get his engine running. At the contact, Phil's knees gave out, and Nick lifted him so that Phil could wrap his legs around Nick's waist. That settled, and still kissing, Nick carried Phil to the door. He had to pulled back a few times, to make sure they weren't about to walk into something. But his handprint scan was confirmed, the metal door cranked open, and Phil ducked as they entered the room. It consisted of a bed, the world's tiniest kitchenette, and a bathroom next door.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Phil said. "If I am, I'm gonna be so pissed off."
"That makes two of us," Nick said, lowering Phil onto the covers.
"And 'baby makes three'." Nick paused in taking off his coat. "Or not."
"Do you want a kid?" he asked.
"I don't know," Phil said. "I wouldn't with anyone else." Nick growled.
"It'll be the two of us," he said.
"Do you want a kid?" Phil asked, turning Nick's question back on him. Nick finished removing his coat, and started to toe off his boots.
"I don't mind the idea of seeing you pregnant with my kids," he said. "But that could be the possessive Alpha in me."
"I know I'd like that possessive Alpha in me," Phil said. It was practically a purr, and his eyes swept over Nick. Now he knew what Maria meant; but he didn't mind Phil leering at him.
"That possessive Alpha will get in you if you're not wearing anything," he said. He almost laughed as Phil struggled to pull off his clothes in record time. It took a few minutes before Phil was naked; gorgeous, just as Nick thought, although that scar reminded him of the most terrifying day of his life. Teasingly, and partly in revenge, Nick pulled off the rest of his clothes gradually. The scent of Omega slick grew, and he was rock hard by the end of his striptease. Phil spread his legs.
"I want this naturally," he said. "As nature intended. If anything comes of it… we'll let it happen."
"Let Fate take its course?" Nick said, raising his eyebrow. "That's not like you."
"I'm not genderless anymore," Phil said. "I'm an Omega, naked in front of the Alpha I've wanted since the second I laid eyes on him. In bed, this is me."
That was it. Nick climbed onto the bed and hovered over Phil. They kissed again, and this time Phil wound his arms around Nick's shoulders. Nick lowered himself with one arm around Phil, and then the other, trapping both their erections between their bodies, and just embracing the man he loved. As turned on as he was, this felt more important. He was showing Phil that this wasn't just biology talking. This was… forever.
Eventually, biology decided to take back the controls, and their hips rocked together. At first lazily, and then harder. Phil tore his mouth away.
"In me," he said hoarsely. "Now. Fuck, please, Nick."
Nick raised his lower body, and let go of Phil long enough to guide himself into that wet, warm passage. It was slow-going, and he had to rotate his hips to stretch Phil out as they went. But he was eager, and one leg hooked around Nick's lower back, pulling him in the rest of the way. They both shuddered, and Nick's knot was already forming. He pushed against Phil's leg with his hips, and then thrust back inside. Phil groaned, arching his neck. Nick moved his arm back underneath, cradling Phil and kissing him again.
Years of repressed tension moved things on against their will. Phil was begging for harder thrusts, deeper, more, more, more. Nick obliged until his knot kept catching, and he worried about tearing. He paused.
"Don't you dare stop now," Phil growled, sounding almost like the Alpha Nick had thought he was. "Keep going."
"I won't be able to… push in any… more…"
"Then stay in," Phil said, and he crossed one leg around the back of Nick's thighs. With a mighty pull, he propelled Nick inside until he was lodged deep. Phil rolled his hips, and Nick obliged him with a series of short thrusts. His knot grew and grew until he could barely move anymore. He was aware of nudging a certain bundle of nerves, and Phil tightened until Nick had to empty himself inside.
Without another thought, he latched onto the skin of Phil's neck and bit hard, coming inside his Omega. He held Phil's trembling form close, squeezing him ruthlessly, just as Phil's contracting muscles and strong legs were squeezing him. Wetness spurted between their stomachs. Nick came harder, filling Phil just as the Omega wanted him to. The way he was supposed to.
"So hard… so far inside… can barely breathe," Phil said, panting. "Don't want this… to end. Want you inside me. Always."
"I can't promise twenty-four seven sex, but I'm down with any time we can grab. What was it you said? Bend you over every piece of furniture?"
Phil laughed weakly. "You bit me, right?"
"Yep." Nick laved the torn skin. His saliva quickened the healing process.
"Good." Phil nodded slightly. "Forever."
"Yeah…" He cleared his throat. "This doesn't mean Banks is getting a reprieve."
"I should hope not." He clenched around Nick's length, coaxing more seed out of him. "I can feel it coating my insides. I'm pretty sure you were deep enough to get it right past the cervix."
"You think you're pregnant?"
"I don't know," Phil said. He stroked behind Fury's ear. Until today, he'd never known that was an erogenous zone, and shivered at the touch. "I don't mind at all if I am. I'd have to take leave, and stay on desk work. And this isn't exactly an ideal place to raise a child. But with all those supervillains out there, nowhere is safe these days. At least our kid would have crazily protective aunts and uncles."
"Aunt Natasha?"
"Uncle Clint."
"Uncle Tony."
"Oh, hell no," Phil muttered. Nick laughed, and rolled them onto their sides. Phil whimpered at the tug of the knot, but settled down, and continued to cling octopus-style.
"So," Nick said. "You cuddle."
Phil rolled his eyes.
Nick left Phil to sleep it off, and returned to his office in nothing more than a dressing gown, loosely tied. He wasn't alone.
"You hurt him, you suffer," Barton said, sharpening one of his arrowheads.
"And you make an honest man out of him," Romanov said, playing with one of her knives.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Nick asked. He went to pick up his phone. A knife landed a hair's-breadth from the side of his hand.
"His family," Romanov said. "And we have informed other relevant parties."
"Avengers, Avenger friends," Barton said. "Phil's family."
Okay, that was a bit scary. He'd met Mrs. Coulson. But Nick wasn't going to let himself be intimidated.
"I claimed him," he said. "We're bonded."
Romanov cocked her head. "That will do for now. But if he is with child, that will not be enough."
"Get the hell out of my office."
"Nick?" Phil called. "What's going on?"
"Got some visitors," he replied, looking back towards the bedroom. "Just be a second, Phil."
When he turned back, the field agents were gone, and so was the knife. Only a dent where the blade had gone in.
One hell of a shovel talk.
"Coming, sweetheart," he said, and he backed away. Then he received half a dozen messages on his phone at once. He nearly ran into the wall as he read some of the more threatening ones.
But he looked up and saw Phil sitting under the covers, arms wrapped around his knees, and smiling at him.
"Coming to bed, love?"
So worth it.
I hope the prompter enjoyed this story. I hope everyone enjoyed the story, come to that. I've written more Omegaverse than I thought I had. Hmm. What does that say about me, Freud? (Oh gods, could you imagine what Freud would have thought had Omegaverse existed while he was alive, and he found out about it?)
Moving on.
…Except I can't think of anything else. Uh, first time writing this pairing?
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