Author's Notes: This concept has been rattling in my brain for a while and wanted out, so here it is.
I hope everyone is staying safe.
Warnings: Unbeta'd.
Pairing: IkeMarth
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Smash Brothers.
Summary: A collection of speculative fiction drabbles so AU, it hurts. -Yaoi, slash: Ike/Marth-
Chapter Inspiration: [A/B/O AU] Alpha meets Omega. Clearly they were meant to be.
Speculative Impromptu
14. Fated
By SSBBSwords
When he was ten years old, he asked his mother if she had ever met her fairytale omega—never mind the fact that his father was a beta. After all, there must be some truth to the stories, right? He figured he should be on high alert for his fated One or even for his little sister's alpha.
His mother laughed and explained there was nature and there was nurture and the 1:9 ratio didn't favor the former. He had scowled, because she snuck mathematics into the life lesson and he was less than pleased with her tactic.
Now that he was older, he was almost certain there was no difference between the sects and the stories were just stories.
So color him surprised when he was out having dinner after work and lost his breath when he caught sight of an omega who had walked in. His friend Roy twisted around for a surreptitious glimpse and chuckled at his deer-in-headlights stare. "Wow, that's a looker."
Roy was not wrong. Roy was very, very right.
He normally wouldn't judge a book by the cover (or a person by a Greek letter), but the omega blatantly sported a choker, which was a tad obsolete in this day and age.
There was a dark time when chokers functioned like commonplace chastity belts, providing excuse for scum to assault and immorally bond to omegas by marking them as property with an appropriately placed bite. He learned this the hard way when he bought one for Mist; he thought it was a fashion thing, and she let him know—quite loudly—there were social justice and autonomy issues at stake and chokers were unnecessary on her body. He couldn't fully comprehend the historic struggle, although he tried, so he took her word for it and categorized chokers as an Omega Thing and nothing on which he could judge.
He averted his eyes to stare pointedly at his drink instead of the omega standing by the pickup counter. His gaze continued to drift back to the waiting man and the choker brazenly displayed and fitted over a slender throat. He had been attracted to other people before, but this was something else entirely.
Roy studied his face and grinned. "Maybe you should ask him out before he walks out the door."
Maybe this was fate with a capital F. Every fiber of his being was straining to meet the man, so, with his friend's blessing, he mumbled, be right back, and slid out of his seat to approach the unaware omega.
Before he could even get out a word of greeting, the omega had homed in on his advancement. "Hello," the other man said.
"Uhm," he cleared his throat even though there was nothing to clear. "Hi, I'm Ike." He wiped his (probably clammy) hand on his pants and held it out like he was interviewing for a job.
The omega had eyes like a crystal lagoon to drown in. The polished metal on the choker glimmered as the other man shook his hand amicably. "Hello, Ike. My name is Marth."
He squeezed the other's hand warmly before letting go, hoping his intentions were evident but not creepy. "I'd like to ask you out," he blurted, knowing if he tried to mince words he would end up with none.
"Ah," the omega acknowledged, as if this was a daily occurrence. "Why don't I call you to arrange something?" Smooth as silk, the other man handed him a phone to input his contact information.
"Sure." He wasn't sure if the rolling sensation in his stomach was giddiness or surprise. The encounter was infinitely easier than he imagined. The omega's self-assuredness was unexpected. Emboldened, he saved his number in the other's phone with a heart next to his name and returned it.
The device owner glanced down and a slow smile formed. "Wonderful. Thank you."
From then on out, the puzzle pieces slid neatly into place. It was cliché. Weeks went by, and every moment they shared together as a couple was written for a storybook ending. The Alpha-Omega myth had come true, and it alarmed him as much as he wanted Marth to remove the choker so he could mark the omega as his. Despite all the modern advances in medicine and technology, a purposeful bite at the back of an omega's neck still established a bond that took a lot of resources to break.
Though now was probably not the best time for him to propose entering a lifelong pact, because Marth was straddling his lap and stealing the air out of his lungs via his mouth. The other man was pressed against him as much as their physical bodies would allow, and the omega's hands were holding his head steady as the other's tongue slowly roved between his lips. I'm going to die, was his fevered thoughts as he gripped Marth's waist like it was possible to pull the omega closer.
In the brief pause of their lips separating just a fraction, he whispered into the haze, "I love you," which wasn't news but was worth repeating.
"I know." Marth pulled back long enough for him to see a hint of a smile before the other's hands found the hem of his shirt. "Off," the omega ordered, soothing the otherwise abrasive request with a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth.
With a proposal to bond clawing at his vocal chords, the urge to tear at the other's choker grew too. He emerged from his shirt removal with a frown. No, he was not going to foist such a consideration on Marth in the middle of advanced cuddling. He did not want to take advantage of his boyfriend just because he was an alpha and could easily do so.
Marth picked up on his preoccupied stillness almost immediately. They were, after all, aligned mere inches apart. "Hey," the omega murmured, pushing back his dampened hair. "What is it?"
He gulped. Maybe this was a long time coming and the sooner he mentioned it, the sooner they could discuss it. It was clear to everyone and their blind grandmothers that they were meant to be together, right? He ducked his head in abashment around the curve of Marth's shoulder and squeezed the man against him, willing his feelings to transverse across their cellular divide. "I want to bond with you," he managed to confess, voice raspy from both desperation and fear of rejection. They had been together for months now, but he could still have misread things.
"Oh," the other breathed, the recognition almost lost in the din of his anxiety. Then, unprecedented hesitance crept into the omega's voice. "Now?"
"Do you want to?" he queried, studying the other's unguarded expression.
"I," Marth started but paused to deliberate for a moment. "Well, yes, of course, but" the omega concluded, a touch pensive, "is the office even open right now?"
"Office?"
"To get registered," the other clarified. "They might have closed at 6."
He was about to look so dumb in front of his fated One, but the question escaped anyway: "I don't have to bite you?" He winced right after the words left his mouth. Hearing them out loud made him want to crawl inside himself and die. Out loud, the procedure sounded like a bad time.
Head cocked to one side, Marth appraised him for one too many heartbeats. "Oh, Ike," the other finally said, drawing in a measured inhale, "do you think I'm an omega?"
His vision muddled at the edges as he uttered faintly, "Oh my god."
Holy shit, his mind supplied, wildly searching for mental files on the subject. He had learned by their third date that the choker originally belonged to Marth's sister. It was weeks later that he had learned she had passed away tragically young in her 20s. He hadn't stopped to consider Marth wore the choker into adulthood solely as a memento of his sibling.
Realization clicked into place. He was going to combust from embarrassment.
"I'm so stupid," he muttered, eyes wide but unseeing. He was about to lose the love of his life because he objectified Marth since Day 1 and no one deserved that. How did he fuck up so badly? He knew better to judge on appearances and he did it anyway. Panic descended.
Marth stayed frozen in his lap, expression flitting between concern and dismay. "Ike, did you—" the not-an-omega stopped and swallowed audibly, porcelain features marred with unease. "Did you want an omega?" Marth managed to ask with poorly hidden trepidation.
"No!" he asserted with reckless abandon, rushed and genuine all the same. "It's not that!" he reassured as quickly as possible. "I'm sorry," he said, floodgates opening, "I'm so, so sorry." His hand shook as he reached up to touch the other's choker. "I assumed, y'know, because—"
"Ah," Marth interrupted, hand coming up to grasp his. "I see." Palm to the back of his hand, the other man interlaced their fingers. "Yes, she was an omega." Tension dissipating with understanding and eyes softening with palpable relief, Marth leaned forward to kiss his furrowed brow. "I'm an alpha," his boyfriend whispered in the forefront of the watery drumming in his ears.
"Holy shit," he stuttered aloud, libido scrabbling past all his insecurities like spring renewed. His free hand tightened around the other's waist, and just when he stopped to worry that maybe he was bruising his oh-so-delicate boyfriend, Marth had trailed lips to his ear.
"You can still bite me," the other offered magnanimously, humming amusement before nipping his earlobe wetly.
Flushing from head to toe, both from Marth's antics and his indelible urge to bond with the other, he tucked his head down and scraped his teeth at the skin above the choker. "I love you," he pledged, a promise he was sure to reiterate even when dead.
Marth shuddered against him. "That's nice," the other man replied with hitched breathing. "Prove it," Marth challenged, rocking hips lazily against his like they had the rest of eternity together.
"Just to confirm," he traced a line up the back of Marth's shirt, "I am not taking advantage of you?"
"No, Ike," Marth answered with a smirk, fingers dropping to his belt to undo it. "I am taking advantage of you."
-fin-
Author's Notes: Impressions, questions, ideas all welcome.
Chapter Hints: N/A
