Garp grabs the boy by the waist, lifting him easily onto the counter.
"Shouldn't we eat first?"
"I need you," Garp grunts as he tugs his sweater off. "Why are you wearing so many damn layers?"
"I'm cold."
Garp grunts, pulling the t-shirt off and unbuckling his belt impatiently. Lucci unzips the fly and wiggles out of the jeans, letting him tug the long-sleeve shirt off. The Alpha nudges the boy's legs apart and steps in-between them, tilting the Omega's head to the side as he plants kisses along his jaw. Lucci makes a little sound, wrapping his legs around his grandfather's waist to pull him against him. Garp groans and shifts, erection straining against the Omega's stomach as he pushes the long curls over his shoulder to mouth at the bonding gland and the surrounding bruise. Lucci whines sharply, head lolling back in clear submission, and Garp bites down, making him spasm and groan.
"You're loving this," Garp murmurs. "You want me to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk, to fill you with my cum until you think you'll burst." Lucci whimpers, hands digging into his shoulders. "You're an Omega. It's your nature. You were born to submit, you little slut. Born to give your Alpha children. It's a shame you can't keep them, isn't it?"
"No!" Lucci pleads. "No, please, I'm sorry; what did I do? I won't do it again! Not my child! Not again! Please, I'll-"
"You'll do anything?" Garp purrs. "You can't have your cake and eat it too, Lucci. You have to choose. Which one do you love more?"
"You can't make me choose, please, I can't do that – why can't they both live? I'll be good – I am good; I haven't fought you, I'm obedient; please!"
"No, Lucci," Garp murmurs. "You aren't good. You don't do as you should. You're a bad Omega." Lucci sobs, clutching at him as he babbles pleas. "I'm going to fuck you, and then I'll take care of it. Hush, my love. You will learn to be obedient, won't you? I don't want to do this; I don't want to lose our child, not another one, but you leave me no choice, Lucci. I have to do this. You wouldn't be able to take care of a child because you're disobedient and you never learn."
"I'm sorry; I'm sorry," Lucci sobs. "I'll learn, I'll be obedient; I'll please you. I won't be bad."
"Hush, I know," Garp murmurs, pulling the Omega into a tight, comforting embrace. "You just need to listen to me."
"I'll listen; I'll do like you say," Lucci promises brokenly. "I'll be a good Omega; your Omega."
"My Omega," Garp agrees. "Mine."