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There were stories that a bonded omega could die from heat, if not given release. Whether or not this was true depended on who you asked, but the part that was perfectly clear was that they did get very, very sick. An omega in heat will lie incoherent, writhing, sweating, for days. They will not eat, nor drink, and can suffer immensely from dehydration. Hawke knew this and brought water to Fenris, as soon as he could. Fenris drank deeply, eyes closed, the sweat pouring off his body, his fever still rising. He fell back onto the bed and started pulling at his clothes.
"Take it easy, da'mi. I'm coming. I'll take care of you," Hawke whispered, stroking his cheek, gently removing the rest of the elf's clothes.
Male omegas, especially when they are in heat, leak. Their bodies are self-lubricating, as the challenge of sex with a male alpha without it would be nearly insurmountable, and tragically painful at least. Hawke looked down at Fenris and the glisten of moisture on the back of his thighs was almost the caster's undoing.
Fenris rolled onto his belly, lifting his hips in the air. "Hawke, please... please... " he moaned into the blankets, begging his mate for penetration, for knotting, for release.
Hawke, finally undressed, hormones nearly as out of control as the elf's, pulled his tortured lover to the edge of the bed, leaning over the hot, hard expanse of his back. "I've got you, Fen. I've got you," he whispered into the elf's neck, and without waiting, he guided his prick into the wonderful, tight wetness of his omega's body.
Fenris groaned and pushed back against him, rutting, begging still. Hawke was near brutal in his passion, the pheromones driving them both mad with need. Harder and deeper he pushed into the elf. Fenris moaned and begged, spreading his knees farther, fisting the blankets for leverage and slamming into every stroke. "More, Hawke, more!" he pleaded, and the mage gave him more. Every inch, twisting and thrusting, holding the elf's hips, his thumbs biting into his flesh. The alpha leaned over again, his mouth dragging and biting at the omega's shoulders, his back, "Whatever you need, Fen, whatever you need..." he whispered, grinding, pushing, fucking into the trembling body of the desperate omega, again and again. Hawke was close to the edge and he wrapped his fingers around the silken flesh of the elf's cock, slowing the tempo of his thrusts inside him, then gently dragging his thumb across the leaking tip. "I love you... " he murmured into the sweat of his mate's skin. "Come for me, Fenris... it's time, da'mi..."
Fenris' body was awash in pleasure. His mate, buried inside him, the slow deep strokes hitting just right, the gentle pull of Hawke's hand on the swollen hardness of his prick. He moved, feeling the slow build as the alpha's cock stroked his prostate, wave after wave of sweet, tormenting fire burning through him, "Hawke..."
"I've got you, Fen. It's alright. Come for me..."
And finally Fenris did, his whole body becoming one brilliant beautiful coil of tension, wrapped around Hawke's hardness, pulling, contracting, and then finally, at last releasing. "Hawke, finish... please, I need you to finish..." he mumbled into the blankets, his body still trembling, the white, hot liquid of his climax falling under him on the bed.
Hawke lifted him by the hips, up and fully onto his cock, holding him there, knees nearly off the bed, and he fucked him, pounded him, hearing the elf's cries of pain, he went on, deeper and harder, and then at last, coming hard and full inside him.
Hawke fell on his side, drawing the shaking body of the elf to his chest. He was still hard and buried inside, and Fenris pushed back against him, waiting for the knot. "You are beautiful, Fenris, and strong, and wonderful, and I love you, da'mi. I love you," Hawke said in his ear, his hand grazing down Fenris' arms, over his hip, reaching up to move his hair from his eyes. The knot grew, and Fenris moaned. "Hawke... what you do to me... " he said softly, pulling his lover's arm tightly over his chest. He was sure the knot would break him as it swelled, but it never did. It grew and built a new pleasure between them, and when it stopped only at the limit of the omega's body, the alpha came again, dumping his seed as far into his mate as it would go.
They lay together like that, Fenris exhausted and fighting sleep, and Hawke, gazing down at him, touching him, amazed at what he went through for them. For him. He pulled him tight, closing his eyes. The unbreakable bond of the knot would not let them separate for hours, maybe until morning, and he kissed his sleeping mate gently, whispering words of praise in his ear, then finally fell asleep.
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In the morning, Fenris woke to Hawke lifting his naked form from the bed. He nuzzled against the mage's throat, wrapping his arms around his neck, and let himself be carried to the steaming bath he knew was waiting. Hawke kissed the top of his head, "Good morning, da'mi," he smiled into his hair. He lowered the elf into the water, soaping up the sponge to glide it over used and aching muscles. Fenris leaned his head back, closing his eyes. "Hmm...I love when you take care of me, Hawke. There is something to be said for being a fucked out omega, I suppose." Hawke laughed, and splashed water at the elf's closed eyes, and Fenris threw water back. "Time to climb out, spoiled elf. I'm done," Hawke said, a few minutes later, standing and offering a towel. Fenris stood and stepped into the towel, shuddering as Hawke took his time drying him off.
"I see no bruises this time, Fen," Hawke breathed into his neck from behind him. "Did I hurt you anywhere?" Fenris stood, the towel over his shoulders, concealing and warming him everywhere. His alpha wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight, planting kisses on his neck from behind.
Fenris turned, dropping the towel, and pulled his mouth down for a kiss. "No, nothing hurts. Hawke, please stop worrying over that. I'm fine. This is fine. We're fine." He smiled, chasing Hawke away so he could dress.
When Fenris came out of the room, dressed in his armor, Hawke knew the heat was done. Sometimes, the knot was enough, and his mate's body would turn off the furnace of desire compelling him to mate. Sometimes, it did not, and they would rut and groan together, a seemingly unnatural ability to orgasm again and again, for two or even three days. Those times were hard on them both, as Fenris would come away covered in bruises and bites, and Hawke would carry the burden of his loss of self-control and brutal treatment of his omega, for days.
"Feel better, then?" He asked the elf, with a cautious and curious tone. The smell of heat was gone.
"Yes. Definitely better," Fenris smiled. This was the part of their dance that Hawke disliked the most. Fenris would emerge from the bedroom, warrior elf again, and the tender and giving omega would be put away until the next cycle. He was completely taken off guard when the elf, not usually one for afterglow, crossed the room and pressed himself against his chest. Hawke drew Fenris in, strong, fierce arms holding him close, and kissed him, slowly, fully, the elf's unexpected affection taking his breath away.
"You got me off the beach, Hawke," Fenris whispered against the mage's chest. "I will never forget that you did that for me."
"You are mine, Fenris. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you." The warm and gentle tenderness from the elf had the mage nearly holding his breath, afraid to break the spell. He held him close, softly caressing his back, taking in the smell of his damp hair.
"Hawke... " Fenris spoke softly, not moving from the embrace.
"Hmm?"
"My heat was early because I stopped taking the herbs. I put us all in danger. I should have told you."
Hawke's hand stopped against the elf's back, and he drew in a breath when he heard the words. He bent his face down, pressing it against the omega's neck, and drew in a long pull of pheromones. They had knotted last night, and there was no mistaking the unfamiliar and pleasant change in the omega's scent.
"Fenris...?" he choked out, barely a whisper.
Fenris looked up at him and quietly nodded his head. For the first time in all their years together, there were tears in the alpha's eyes. "Hawke, you're not angry... right?"
"No, da'mi," he said, crushing him to his chest hard enough to leave bruises. "Maker, no, not angry. I am the happiest man in the world."
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A/N:
This tale of Fenris and Hawke was written as an a/b/o primer for a dear friend who had never heard of a/b/o. That is, it is a bit over-explained so that, anyone who doesn't know the omegaverse will have a better understanding of it when they get to the end.
A couple of important notes: Writers write this trope differently, and what you've read or what you write may not exactly line up with my interpretation. These are the basics, but prepare to have to adjust your thinking when you're reading other author's works. Secondly, bond biting is not always as prevalent as I make it here. It's a favorite part of the omegaverse for me, however, and so, it's a big part of my fic.
