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Simon Says

Simon was not a happy alpha. He wouldn't have been happy regardless, as the closest thing he'd ever had to a real father was dying and he was trapped in a compound full of crazy Rambo and Terminator wannabes, but still...his biggest discomfort right now was all John's fault and when the jerk woke up Simon had every intention of telling him off. Because seriously, wasn't he suffering enough without the assehole filling his room full of omega heat pheromones?

His father was so lucky he was unconscious right now.

Though then again, the man was still breathing which meant odds were he was aware of John's scent permeating their room on some level. It would explain the small smile on his father's face. Which meant he definitely did NOT want to think about what the old man was dreaming about currently. Because he sure as fuck knew what he was thinking about thanks to centuries of evolution warping an omega's heat scent into a weapon of mass horniness.

Sex. Need sex. Need sex NOW.

His vow of celibacy even before he'd been forced into the League had been by choice and while his heats were never as bad as a regular alpha's seemed to be, that didn't change the fact that he still got them. Thankfully he wasn't experiencing one now, wouldn't that just be fucking perfect, but it rather felt like it thanks to his stupid, dumbass alpha genes. The ones that had been programmed since birth to find the scent of an omega before, during, and after a heat to be the equivalent of smell Viagra.

Which really shouldn't be a thing, but it was. And it sucked. Almost as much as the fact that he was rock hard, more aroused than he would be if he WAS in heat, and there was fuck all he could do about it.

Well he could go into the bathroom and take care of it, Simon's treacherous, lecherous mind reminded him. But that would only take the edge off since he'd still have to come back into his room, smell John, and begin the cycle all over again. So better to just stay and suffer on the off chance that his father might stop breathing or have an attack while he was out of the room. His luck was sucky like that.

And again it wouldn't be a problem if John hadn't taken his discussion with Simon's father so quickly to heart and hadn't decided to start working out right then and there. Despite the fact that he was still recovering from his heat and cramping attack, which meant he really was in no condition to push his body past it's limits. Which of course the dumbass had done. This was John, after all. Omega version of John for that matter, which Simon had just known would be so much worse than Fake Beta John. Ugh.

So John had worked himself into a sweaty mess and then passed out. On Simon's bed. Which would now stink of omega long after John eventually vacated it. And it wasn't like he could insist that they leave so that he could return John to his own bed to stink that up since he didn't want to leave his father alone.

Life stunk. Literally.

Mentally grumbling and cursing a blue streak a mile long, Simon was just starting to think he would risk that bathroom break when someone knocked on the main door.

Now what? Hey, maybe it was Bane to retrieve his damn mate. That would be good.

But when he opened the door it wasn't Bane standing there, but Barsad. Who smelled really good and...huh.

Barsad wanted him. Barsad was not nearly as annoying as omegas were and smelled all sweaty and yummy and had tasted really good before and made those perfect sounds that-

"What's wrong with you?"

There was something wrong with him. And Barsad was just the man to help him with his problem.

Grabbing Barsad by the front of his shirt Simon yanked the beta into his room and then asked him to close the door behind him.

Yanking his shirt out of Simon's hand with more force than Simon would have deemed necessary, Barsad scowled at him, those lovely lips of his framed beautifully by that beard that so intrigued him.

"You don't tell me what to do, Boy. And the only reason I'm closing it now is because I don't want the pheromones the cop is giving off in waves to get out of this room. Are you trying to insure your death at Bane's hands?"

"No. John was working out."

And now that the door was closed...

Crowding Barsad back against it Simon framed the beta's face between his hands since he intended to kiss the other man quite thoroughly. "If you don't want this just push me away. And unfortunately try not to make a lot of noise because the other two are sleeping."

Niceties taken care of Simon turned his attention to kissing Barsad as thoroughly as possible while grinding up against him in the hopes of getting some relief. He knew how the other man liked to be kissed from their earlier kissing, and he was very happy to use it against him.

He did keep half an ear out in case Barsad protested, no meant no after all. And Barsad did mumble some things in the first minute or so that he couldn't make out, which would have made Simon pause if not for the arms Barsad wrapped around his torso and the way the beta shifted his weight onto his toes so that he could better align their erections as they rutted against each other. Simon figured it was fair to interpret that as his green light to go. And an orgasm wasn't far off given how hot and bothered he already was.

It was definitely a new experience for Simon to have such a hard, muscular body pressed against his. Omegas were so much softer and delicate. Well, most of them. John wasn't, but he was abnormal. The point was that Barsad was strong. Stronger than him. And smelled all sweaty and male and...and he liked it. He liked it a lot. He would have liked it more if he didn't have to use his own mouth to muffle the sounds they were making though. It would make this so much hotter. But still, it was already so much better than making out with an omega. Why the hell hadn't he given betas a chance before this? He didn't even mind the way Barsad's hands were running all over his back and his shoulders.

Wanting more of this Simon let go of Barsad face since he was pretty confident his hands weren't needed there anymore and moved them down to cup Barsad's ass. His very nice, very toned and muscled ass.

Simon purred with pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded the ass he very much wanted to get to know better, the surprise of the sound coming from him shocking Simon into breaking off the kiss for a moment before Barsad growled in anger and lined their lips back up to continue their 'tonsil hockey'. He loved tonsil hockey. Particularly when there was the added bonus of Barsad's beard scratching up against his skin and-

"Fuck!" It was Barsad who broke off the kissing this time as he arched back, possibly in reaction to the fact that Simon had slid his hands up further to get a sense of whether or not Barsad's pants were loose enough that he could slide them under the material. Sadly they weren't.

"You need to keep quiet." Simon reminded him. "Otherwise we wouldn't be doing it this way."

Barsad gave him a very confused and dazed look.

Willing to explain, but still wanting the below the belt stimulation that had sadly stopped, Simon leaned forward to whisper in Barsad's ear while he used his hands to get Barsad's hips moving again as he found just the right angle to drag their erections against each other with every snap of their hips. Which would be so much better without clothes, but that wasn't an option either. And fuck he was already so close...

"If we were allowed to be loud and didn't have two other people nearby I'd have you naked and on my bed already so that I could lick every inch of you. Or bite or scratch. I'd have to learn what you're into. Right now I think I'd prefer to have you keep your hands above your head, it will arch your body more, and then I could just work my way down and find out myself what makes you moan and beg for more so that I can give it to you and play you like an instrument."

He was also definitely into the way Barsad was muttering something in a musical language he didn't understand, vibrating against him like a plucked string as the beta bucked and rubbed up against him with a need that equaled his own.

"I'm pretty flexible provided you're loud and moan a lot. And for the record I have no problem with giving as well as getting oral. Not my favorite thing, but it's only fair. And I really want to know what that beard would feel like on my inner thighs now that I'm thinking about it. Though-"

Simon broke off his commentary to bite back a groan because fuck. Fuck he was so close and he really, really loved the sound of Barsad trying not to make loud noise. The sounds of him trying and somewhat failing to keep quiet was surprisingly erotic. And stimulating. And he was so close to coming himself but there was that whole 'get your partner off first so they keep coming back for more' rule that John had installed in his brain, which was actually true rather than John being John. He'd had exes who'd made it clear that a lot of alphas were really selfish and didn't-

Simon yelped as Barad's suddenly bit his chest, though fuck that was-oh.

The way Barsad's hips stuttered, the other man burying his face against Simon's chest...oh. Thank God.

Four more thrusts and he was coming and that was it.

Mind blanked.

)

Slumped against the door, the hard surface and Kei's body kept him in place. Which was good, since Barsad wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't collapse to the floor in a heap otherwise as the minutes ticked by. What, by all the deities in the world, had just happened? He'd...he'd just come in his pants like some untrained and overstimulated youth. And the man-boy responsible for that fact had out of nowhere pushed him back against a door, caged him in with his body, and then had launched an oral assault on his mouth that had caused his brains to apparently leak out of his ears even before Kei started to tell him what he wanted to do to him.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to squish you." Kei's voice, and the unusual huskiness of it, fucked with Barsad's mind even more than his words had minutes before. "My brain just blacked out there for a couple minutes. That's never happened before. I'm not sure I liked it. Though I think I did."

Seriously?

Leaning fully against the door and tipping his head back to get a good look at the bastard responsible for his present condition, Barsad stared at the heavy eyed, sweaty alpha currently smelling of him and sex. Who surprised him every time they came into contact with each other. And drove him crazy.

"We need showers. And I should check on my father." Kei thoughtfully tilted his head. "Are you here to take John somewhere?"

It took a moment for the question at the end to sink in.

"To check if he's still here. And escort him back to Bane's rooms if he was." Or at least he was pretty sure those had been his instructions. His brain was still short circuiting a little.

"Okay." Another questioning look. "Can you stand?"

Pissed at the question Barsad straightened up and brushed down his shirt. And was very grateful that his pants were black. Now if only the scent of sex weren't in the air, fogging up his brain and...and...

Some puzzle pieces fell into place. And Barsad did NOT like the way they fit.

"Did you jump me because the cop stunk this place up with his heat scent?"

"Isn't it terrible? My bed is going to smell like him for days."

The fact that Kei didn't enjoy the way the omega smelled would have been gratifying...if not for the fact that Barsad was quite certain that the only reason the annoying alpha in front of him had come on to him was because the omega's scent had stirred him up. Even if it had been against his will.

"Damn alphas."

For the first time showing some sense, or at least something resembling a self-preservation instinct, Simon shook his head at him. "If it had been someone else at the door I wouldn't have jumped them. Especially Talia. That idea is nauseating. And it isn't because my father thinks you could keep me alive after he's dead if John can't."

Barsad stuck with glaring at him.

" I like the way you smell and your beard and the fact that your body isn't soft. And the sounds you make. Even when you're muffling them. Which is weird."

There were so many possible responses for him to have to that...but for the sake of his sanity Barsad opted for stating that he needed to clean up in the bathroom and then he'd wake up Blake and see him out. They'd talk later. Much later.

"Okay. And please don't tell anyone we did that. I don't want Talia to know. She might hit on me again."

"She hit on you?"

"I told her that I was asexual. it would be best for me if she keeps believing that."

"It would be. Yes."

And now he had something else to think and worry about. Great.

)

Talia had kept him by her side all day, and Bane was ready to crawl out of his skin by the time he'd finally managed to excuse himself for the rest of it. it was a new feeling, not to want to spend every moment he could with Talia. She'd been his world for so long, and then every time her father had cast him from Talia's side he'd obeyed only because she asked him to. Now there was Robin. His omega. Who needed his watchful eye on him even more than Talia did. The thought of what his Pet would get up to if left unsupervised chilled his blood. And filled him with something that felt ominously like fear. An emotion he thought long conquered. And then there was the fact that his omega was so blatant in his dislike for Talia. The two loathing each other without even trying to know the other. Their views distorted thanks to Wayne and their past relationships with him.

She'd dropped hints throughout the day...that Robin had been Wayne's lover.

Grimacing at the thought, which was hidden by his mask, Bane nodded to the guards stationed outside his door and then told them that they could go.

Waiting until they had done as commanded Bane opened the door and headed into the room where his omega resided, Robin's beautiful body currently twisted into a position that demonstrated that his Pet had not been joking about his flexibility. The crane pose was not for beginners.

Robin made it look completely natural to put all your weight on your arms and bring your knees in to press against your armpits while the rest of your body was suspended in midair.

Sensing his presence Robin slowly and carefully turned a little so that he was looking in Bane's direction.

"I don't know what the hell crawled up Barsad's ass, but whatever it is I hope it's painful and dies up there. What the hell has him in such a snit?"

Since Barsad had been perfectly fine when last they'd spoken Bane had no idea what his omega was talking about. It generally took a great deal to put a visible crack in his second's composure. In fact the last time he could recall-

"It was the boy."

"The boy? Si-Kei? That...yeah. It was probably him."

With a thoughtful expression on his face Robin shifted into the firefly position. "He seemed in a pretty decent mood when we left. I'm okay with Barsad being in a crappy mood. The ass."

"He was disrespectful to you?"

Robin gave him a less than impressed look. "Bane...I'm a Pet. EVERYONE disrespects me."

"You will be my mate. Barsad and everyone will be required to show you proper respect." He'd beat that into any heads that needed the reminder.

"My neck accessory says otherwise, Big Boy."

Having opened his mouth to argue Bane had no choice but to close it because one, Robin was correct about the collar and how others viewed those who wore them. And two...it was hard to concentrate on what they were discussing now that he'd gotten closer and could smell the sweat his omega had worked up. And that was beaded on his mate's shirtless body as he continued to twist his body in ways that showed off his beautiful, toned body to its best advantage.

"Don't even think about it."

"Robin?"

"You're eye fucking me. And my ass is SO off limits to you."

"You're misinterpreting my expression. I simply appreciate your physical fitness and flexibility."

"Bane...I've been eye fucked since I was a teenager. I know that look. Even with that stupid tin can on your face. Which needs to come off, by the way. If you're staying."

If he was staying?

"Your mistress might need you to listen to her whine about Wayne and how mean he was to her. Or just stand around and gaze at her adoringly. Or verbally kiss her ass. If you actually kiss her ass count on both my ass and my mouth being unavailable to you in the future. Indefinitely."

He would have sighed if Robin wouldn't have enjoyed knowing he was getting to him. "We have never had that sort of relationship. And I have made it clear that you are to show her respect."

Lifting his legs straight in the air Robin turned until his rear was facing in Bane's direction. And wiggled it.

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what it means to me. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Kiss my ass, BB."