A/N: And thus we reach the end of this cracky little omegaverse saga. Thanks for reading, following and reviewing!

The Present

Khan stared down at the two swaddled infants he held in his arms, while Molly cuddled the third to her breast. Helena Lakshita and Victor Ankit were currently sleeping, while Henry Ojas (Molly had flat-out refused any form of Octavius, much to Khan's disappointment) was gazing at his mother, his unfocused blue eyes very wide and very solemn. Molly was smiling at him, her finger gently stroking his plump little cheek. Three beautiful children, the product of their parents' first frenzied coupling – and a more satisfying outcome he couldn't imagine. "They are beautiful," Khan proclaimed, his voice rough with emotion he wasn't afraid to show. "Just like their mother."

He leaned down, careful to cradle his son and daughter against his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to Molly's forehead. "And they will be strong like their mother as well," he murmured admiringly as he eased himself into the seat he'd pulled up by her biobed.

The triplets were two hours old, minus the few minutes it had taken Helena and Victor to follow Henry from the womb, and Khan couldn't take his eyes off them. To his refined senses it was clear they were all three Alpha to the core, and he could tell through their shared bond that Molly agreed with him, even if she scoldingly reminded him that it was impossible to tell until the onset of puberty. "You know very well that the glandular changes that cause rings and knots to form in Alphas don't occur until then," she said, then yawned widely, giving a tired giggle as she cuddled Henry closer. As if in imitation of his mother, the newborn yawned as well, his blue eyes drooping shut until he finally joined his siblings in sleep. One of the nurses had pulled up a cot large enough to hold the three of them, but Khan and Molly continued to ignore it in favor of holding their offspring.

Khan frowned. If the children were all sleeping and Molly clearly needed to join them, then perhaps he would be forced to relinquish his hold on the two youngest – by three and five minutes respectively – and allow them to sleep by their elder sibling's side. When he suggested it, Molly pouted, but ultimately her own exhaustion was an argument she couldn't fight. "Sleep, my love," Khan urged her as he tenderly tucked Henry in next to Helena and Victor in the cot. "I'll watch over you, as I have ever since we bonded. No harm will come to any of you, I swear it."

Molly's eyes were already drooping, but she managed a small grin as she reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "Oh, Khan, you're such a typical Alpha," she murmured, her favorite way to tease a man who considered himself anything but typical.

He smiled back, then drifted into pleasant memories nine months behind them.

Nine Months Ago

Shit. Bonded…How the hell had he allowed that to happen? Khan started to pull away from Molly only to stop when he remembered that they were currently still joined together in a very literal sense. And in a spiritual sense; he could feel her confusion and uncertainty as plainly as he could see the emotions on her face and smell the alteration to her scent those emotions caused.

What he neither saw nor scented nor felt, however, was fear. Irritation, sexual satisfaction – he preened a bit, knowing how very, very well satisfied Molly currently was – even a tiny bit of something he tentatively identified as contentment struggling to make its presence known, but no fear. "You're not afraid of me," he blurted out as he settled himself more comfortably on his elbows. It would be difficult to roll the two them onto their sides on the narrow biobed, especially since they were face to face rather than in the more instinctual front-to-back position he preferred.

"No, of course not," Molly snapped. He reared his head back in surprise; a newly-bonded Omega, snapping at her Alpha? Unheard of. A slow smile curled his lips; he very much approved. "You're my Bondmate now. Even if you wanted to hurt me, you couldn't. No matter who you really are. Which, while the Heat's abated and I can actually think, I would like you to explain to me. After," she added with a glare, "you reassure me that Dr. McCoy and poor Ensign Hernandez aren't…that you didn't…"

Her voice faltered, and he felt his heart give an unexpected lurch at the sadness and worry he felt through their bond, saw clouding her lovely brown eyes. That bothered him more than the slightly acrid thread that tainted her scent. "Not dead," he replied, offering up the reassurances she demanded of him – and rightfully so. She needed to know that her mate wasn't an out-of-control murderer. "Merely unconscious."

She smiled, and his heart sang – and then instantly sank. Damn, the bond between them was incredibly strong – all he wanted to do was whisk her away somewhere far from the Federation and the war Admiral Marcus was so determined to start with the Klingons. He'd even be willing to forgo rescuing his fellow Augments if it meant keeping her safe! What was that archaic phrase he'd sometimes tease John with, when Mary asserted herself a little too aggressively (in his opinion)?

"Whipped," he pronounced sullenly. Molly's brow wrinkled in confusion, but before he could explain – or rather, make something up that sounded vaguely plausible since he had no desire to explain whatsoever – the first of the secondary orgasms from their joining shuddered through his body, and all that escaped his lips was a low moan of pleasure as he shot more cum into her womb. That set off her own orgasm, which intensified his, which deepened hers, until both of them were entwined in one another's arms, his face buried in her neck as they shuddered and gasped one another's names.

It gave him an indescribable thrill that the name she gasped out was "Khan".

It was less of a thrill when he explained who he actually was to her a few minutes later. There was still no fear, but there was certainly a great deal of confusion and wariness – and a thrumming sense of disappointment. Not in him, surprisingly enough, but in Admiral Marcus and Starfleet. Which warmed him considerably, feeling her outrage at being so cruelly used by a man who'd sworn to uphold the ideals of the Federation – and who, in Molly's opinion, had failed to do so, utterly and completely.

Playing devil's advocate in order to see how far her outrage ran, Khan said, "He feels war is inevitable, Molly. Can you blame him for using any weapon at hand to bring such a war to a favorable conclusion for the Federation?"

"No," she said bluntly, and then another mini-orgasm stole their mutual ability to think and they were once again rocking against one another and moaning.

A few minutes later his knot had eased, the base of his cock shrinking down to its normal size, allowing them to pull away from one another. He searched through Sickbay for food and drink, she used the facilities to freshen up a bit and within five minutes of them devouring the energy bars they'd found and drinking massive glasses of vitamin-infused water, Molly's temperature had spiked and they were once again locked together, sweat slicking their naked forms and all discussions about his identity and debate over Admiral Marcus the farthest things from their minds.

This time Khan pulled her down to the floor, settling her on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her. When she turned to look at him, an annoyed frown creasing her forehead, he grasped her hips and lowered himself over her back. "Please, Molly," he said hoarsely, lips brushing against her ear. "I just…I need this." He couldn't explain himself any clearer than that; fortunately she was inclined to indulge him this go-round and simply pressed her lovely bum up against his erection. He reached around her body and grasped one breast in his hand, squeezing lightly as he nipped at her shoulder. Molly wriggled her hips and he growled, nipping harder, pulling his lower body away from hers enough to slip his cock between her legs.

"Tease," he rumbled, gliding his turgid flesh along her slit, coating his shaft with her sweet, musky juices. He wanted to tease her as well, make her beg for his knot again, but the feel of her widening her legs, allowing him access as she lowered her head and pillowed it on her folded arms, was more than he could stand. He raised himself up, grasping her hips eagerly and quickly plunging inside her.

Molly's scream of pleasure as that single movement was a sound he would savor for many years to come.

oOo

Molly had never been fond of the stereotypical Omega/Alpha sex position – it was hard on the knees, and if done incorrectly caused abdominal discomfort and sometimes even cramping for the female half of the pair. However, the one thing she was quickly coming to understand was that, at least as far as sex was concerned, Khan did nothing incorrectly. Her knees might still end up sore and aching, but the feel of his body arching over hers, the way he slid so smoothly into her almost painfully sensitive cunt, even the feel of all ten of his fingers pressing into the burning flesh of her hips – it was a flood of sensations, and his bliss exploded through their newly formed bond, rapidly tumbling her into orgasm. She screamed, his name exploding from her lips as she clenched around him, her body shaking and fingers scrabbling for purchase on the cool metal deck beneath her. He remained still until she floated back down from her high, once again schooling himself to wait for her pleasure before seeking out his own.

The man was nothing if not a considerate – and passionate – lover. She felt him flexing his body, arching it over hers, one had sliding around to rest against her abdomen as his teeth once again sought out the wound in her throat. She hadn't bothered to do more than inject an antibiotic and spray the bite mark with a topical anesthetic, knowing full well that Khan would be compelled to continue to worry at it as their coupling grew more and more frenzied as the Heat reached its peak.

She was jungle-hot, sweat pouring from her body, breaths nothing more than shallow pants as she thrust her hips back, meeting Khan's demanding movements and begging him without words for more. She'd foolishly thought that their first time together had been the best sex she'd ever had, but now that they'd done it again, she saw just how wrong she'd been. She pushed herself up from her semi-reclining position, Khan rising with her, keeping his firm grasp on her body and not faltering the pistoning of his hips by so much as a nano-second. Soon she was back on all fours, head hanging down, feeling his knot rising and desperate for him to punch it into her again.

She screamed when he finally did it, her throat raw, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she shuddered through another orgasm. Oh, she'd not be able to walk for days when this was over, but what a glorious way to go! His cum gushed into her, a noticeable warmth even against her own feverish heat, and she cried out again as he pulled her down to the floor, nestling her against his body as he brought them to rest on their sides, once again locked together.

"Mm, I rather think you enjoyed that, Doctor Hooper," he murmured in her ear, his hands idly stroking her swollen, tender nipples.

"Typical Alpha," she muttered, but there was laughter in her voice as she pried his hands away from her breasts, enfolding herself in his arms. Her eyes were drooping with exhaustion, and she knew she was only minutes away from falling into a doze. "Just…don't expect to call the shots every time we make love," she warned him, a massive yawn cracking her voice on the last word and somewhat lessening the impact. At least, she assumed that was why he was chuckling. She swatted him on the arm, then pulled him closer, enjoying the warmth of his body as her cooled back down to something approaching normal, and left her shivering a bit in the coolness of the recycled air.

They slept, they awoke and ate and drank, they fucked, until three days later, exhausted but satisfied, Khan unlocked the Sickbay doors and readied himself to face whatever consequences his grief-fueled attempts at vengeance had brought to pass.

The Present

Luckily for Khan, those consequences had proven to be far milder than he felt he deserved. Else he wouldn't be here, now, in this sublime moment, watching his sleeping family and feeling the surge of love and fierce protectiveness the sight aroused in his breast. As he glanced around Sickbay, Khan could see that the other remaining mothers and infants were also sleeping. It was unlikely so serendipitous an event would happen again before everyone was released to their own quarters, and so he decided to take full advantage of it, settling down so that his head rested on the biobed next to Molly's arm. He heard her give a soft sigh, and gave one of his own as he felt her fingers combing gently through his hair.

He smiled even as he closed his eyes; his Bondmate was an incredible, loving woman, and he renewed his internal vow to continue to be worthy of her. Of her, and of their three children – and any future children they might welcome to their growing family.

After all, a typical Alpha was the very best of protectors and providers.