Belle, Beast and Fairy Godmother were all standing on the steps of Auradon Prep when the gang returned, looking unimpressed and disappointed as they all climbed out of the car.
"We're going to hide that remote from now on." Belle said with a tut, hands gracefully folded in front of herself.
Le Lonni smirked, and tugged the carrier full of swords up onto her shoulder, "If you do that, how are we supposed to keep saving Ben?"
"Next time I won't need saving." Ben smiled shyly, and held Harry's hand just a little tighter.
"Ben you're barefoot..." Belle said, staring at his naked feet.
Ben curled his toes inward self consciously and nodded with a chuckle, "I was really taken by surprise."
He kept his grin sturdy for a good, short lived moment before frowning and lifting a hand to his stomach. He clutched at it with a strained noise and squinted eyes. Of course, Harry noticed.
He turned towards the Fairy Godmother and as calmly as he could manage, said, "He's just had a false bite."
Fairy Godmother's face, along with Belle and Beast's, quickly soured and she came hurriedly twittering down the steps, raising her hand to Ben's forehead with worried precision. She looked him over in particular places, behind the neck, around the eyes, etc. etc. She asked how his pain was, how he felt, and finally nodded with content when she was done, pulling away. "It's amazing that you're not suffering through an immense amount of pain right now, Ben."
Ben offered her a tight shrug, "Most of the pain went away when... uhm..." he looked nervously to Harry, "when Harry kissed me. I just feel a little sick now is all."
Her eyes flickered back and forth between the pair before she expressed a look of tenderness, "I see. Well, the nausea is to be expected, dear. You've just gone through a major and traumatic event and it's likely just from the anxiety of the situation. I don't think you have too much to worry about so long as you keep some sort of physical contact with Harry." she gestured to their joined hands, "I believe that's what is helping you."
"Just the contact?" Belle questioned.
"I think," Fairy Godmother continued, "that these boys have something strong enough to fight against that false bite."
"So he's fine?" Harry asked apprehensively.
"He will be." she said, "After the bite mark fades... or you replace it." She added with a smug little smile that was far too devious for a benevolent being like herself.
Ben squeezed Harry's hand once and smiled to his parents, his father grinning back with his chest puffed out in pride, "You're as tough as your old man."
"But as sweet and caring as your mother, of course." Belle said, tapping Beast lightly on the arm before placing her hands over Ben's cheeks.
Harry gave Ben's hand a replying squeeze as she worried over him, and when Belle noticed the comforting gesture, she beamed, "So things are okay between you two?"
"We... actually need to go talk some things out." Ben said, giving his mother an upbeat look of optimism, "But yeah, we're very okay."
The VKs and Lonni wished them both the best with a few friendly pats on the back before turning to leave and continue on with their day. Belle went to pull Beast away, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but Belle clenched her fingers where they rested around his arm and shook her head. He let himself be pulled away with a simple a nod of acknowledgement in Ben's direction.
When they were all gone, Ben took Harry back to his room.
The place still smelled of them, of Ben's heat and the mingled scent that came from days and days of hot, sweaty sex. Harry took a deep breath when they entered the room, a low growl rumbling pleasantly in his chest as Ben dragged him gently inside. This was their nest, it smelled of them; it smelled of safety... and home.
Once they were in and the door had been closed behind them, Ben took a moment to slip his arms up around Harry's neck. "It's good to be home again."
Harry snorted, "Yeah, I betcha missed the fancy curtains and soft beds."
"That's not what I meant." Ben offered, a little hesitant, but reassuring in its intention.
Harry scoffed, but let Ben lead him over to the cushioned bench at the end of his bed, hand in hand as they steeled themselves for the oncoming conversation.
Ben started carefully, "Are you going to be okay with us being a thing now?"
Harry clicked his tongue abrasively, "I don't have a problem with... us." he huffed, like Ben was being ridiculous. "It's the Omegas and Alphas and mating that I have a problem with. "
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's-" Harry started, but cut himself off sharply.
Ben watched him twist the hook in his hand around a few times, a nervous habit he'd seen during their days locked together in his room. It was one of the things he'd come to recognize with Harry. Paired with the way his lips would press into a thin line when he was irritated, or how the amount and preciseness of his guyliner signified how stressed he was feeling. The more and messier it was, the more shaken up he was.
"Uma said something about your father..." Ben confessed, "When she found out we weren't mated... she just kind of..."
"My mah was given a false bite," Harry grunted, not caring to watch Ben stumble around the question anymore. This conversation had been a long time coming and it would be better to just get it over with; rip off the bandaid and face it head on, "by my father."
Ben kept his mouth shut, opting instead to just sit and listen. He placed his hand tenderly over Harry's in a gesture of acceptance and support.
"...Wendy Darling."
Ben's eyes widened, "He- but she was just a girl-"
"It was after she'd left neverland." Harry was quick to say, shaking his head disgustedly, "She'd grown up. Actually had a couple kids of her own and when he went to get her... to get pack at Pan... instead of the little girl he'd been lookin' for, he found my mah... grown up." his breath came out a little quicker, angry, and Ben lifted his other hand to rub gently at Harry's arm in reassurance, "He just took her, Ben. Replaced tha bite she already had n' stole her away."
"Harry..." Ben tried quietly, trying his best to be supportive however he could, "I'm so sorry."
"It killed her. She went mad- She killed-"
"It's okay." Ben shushed, abandoning Harry's hand to pull his head close to Ben's chest.
The angle may have been a little odd, but Harry sunk against him nevertheless. He let Ben pet his hair gently, soothingly, and it immediately felt easier to take in a breath, "She's gone now." he said bitterly, "N' I hated that I was an Alpha for a long time because of it."
"It wasn't your fault, Harry..." he assured him, pressing his cheek to the top of Harry's head. "and our relationship is nothing like that." Ben snapped, the little bit of beast in him poking through at his mate's defense, "You are nothing like that, Harry."
Harry slumped, eyes shut tight as he turned his body to return Ben's embrace. No words could describe just how grateful he was to Ben. For the acceptance, the chance to have the happy and healthy relationship he'd never thought he'd be privileged to. He'd avoided Omegas for most of his life because of this, thinking that the moment he laid eyes on one he'd snap and lose all control over himself like his father had.
While Ben had been extremely inviting the first time he'd spied him, Harry proved himself strong enough to work through it every time. He'd taken it all slow, he'd done it right. He hadn't become like this father and for that, he would forever be grateful to Ben and love him all the more for it.
Ben gave Harry one small peck over the lips before hesitating, pulling back and looking him directly in the eyes, "I'm not in heat." he said, "I'm clear headed and I can take off the necklace if you want me to but-"
"Oh no, yer never taking that off again, princess."
"Harry, I'm serious." Ben chuckled, and reached over to grab his ring from his dresser, "The only thing I'm going through right now is a little bit of nausea. I need you to understand that. I am completely in my right mind."
Harry looked at him oddly, "Okay?"
He didn't quite seem to get the message until Ben slipped his ring onto Harry's thumb, "I know what I'm saying, this is my choice, and I want to be your Omega."
Harry visibly relaxed, letting his head hang to the side as he smiled at Ben with a grin far too innocent and bright to rightfully belong on the face of Harry Hook. He was quick to wrap his arms around Ben and press their lips together, pulling the prince close and craning his neck to kiss him that much harder.
Ben went with it easily, swept off his seat and curling his toes with the passionate force of Harry's kiss. He was pulled into Harry's lap rather quickly, but the movement allowed him to catch a glimpse of his absolutely disgusting feet dangling off the bench on either side, the flats of them now exposed, "Oh my gosh..." he said, interrupting Harry's next kiss of attack, "My feet are filthy !"
Harry groaned and let his head roll back exasperatedly, "Does that really matter right now ?"
"I'm probably dirty everywhere. You're probably even worse." Ben said in reply.
"Y've been wondering around barefoot for ages, of course they're-"
"We should take a shower."
Harry paused, face going blank as he looked at Ben like he was an idiot. He snorted, breaking into a small fit of laughter before slipping an arm around Ben's back to support him, "Ya know what, I can get on board with that."
And without another moment's hesitation, Harry was up and off the bench, lifting Ben right along with him. Ben was hanging off Harry like a child climbing a tree, squeaking with surprise, but Harry just started in a casual stroll to the en suite bathroom.
"You're... surprisingly strong." Ben huffed, intrigued and just a little secretly delighted.
He'd blame his Omega instincts for loving a 'big strong Alpha' later.
"Didn't think these pretty arms were just for show, didja?"
Ben laughed, and set to work kissing at the line of Harry's jaw as they went. Harry groaned appreciatively and Ben grinned, "We could... in the shower..."
"Was already plannin' on it, princess." Harry huffed, still amused at Ben's odd shyness. He decided it would be fun to play a little game, "But only if ya can say the word cock."
"Harry!"
The pirate laughed, full and hearty as he set Ben down onto the bathroom floor with the command to strip down.
Ben went to work quickly, divesting himself of his shirt as Harry turned on the water. He was still checking it with a hand by the time Ben had gotten to his boxers. Harry chuckled at him, taking off his coat and draping it over the counter as he watched Ben remove his last little bit of clothing. "Ya seem rather eager."
"Oh, stop that." Ben tutted, smacking Harry on the arm before kneeling down to help unlace his boots.
Harry stared at him, wide eyed, "Well ain't that a sight."
"What?" Ben questioned, and tapped Harry's leg in a silent command for him to lift it so he could work the boot off.
"Ya don't even... Jesus." Harry snickered, just on the side of breathless.
"I don't what?" Ben lifted to ask, both of Harry's boots gone and about to help with his pants when Harry cut him off with a kiss.
Hook herded him into the shower excitedly, pushing him against the shower wall with a sudden eagerness. He spied the bite mark on Ben's neck out the corner of his eye and dove in before thinking. His teeth tenderly traced the outline once, a silent question of confirmation before Ben was groaning, "Yes, please, Harry. Bite me."
No more encouragement needed, Harry bit down. He held Ben's hips loosely as he writhed, the world changing again but in a better way. Colors were more vibrant, taste and smell sharper and ever so slightly tinged with sea salt. He could feel Harry's pleasured rumble against his chest, his Alpha satisfied now that he'd replaced that imposter of a bite. He'd originally wanted to take this a little slower, have Ben wriggling on his fingers and absolutely begging Harry to bite him, but truthfully he was just as eager to claim Ben as Ben was to be claimed.
There was also something entirely perfect about their situation now, surrounded by running water with Ben's echoing cries bouncing off the shower walls. He wanted to see how loud he could get Ben to call out his name, just to hear it so prettily moaned in a place with such great acoustics.
Harry licked at the bite mark lazily, apologizing for any pain that had come with it, and Ben lifted his arms to Harry's belt buckle with an amused giggle, "You're still wearing your pants."
"They'll dry."
"But they'll be hard to get off now..." Ben groaned unhappily, "I want to... to feel you against me completely."
Harry grinned, toothy and teasing, "Ya still can't say things that dirty, can ye?"
"I can say things." Ben frowned, trying vainly to tug Hook's pants down.
"Say cock." Harry repeated cheerily.
Ben glared, "That's too crude."
"Yer the kinda guy to say 'makin' love~' instead a fuckin' aren't ya?" he teased, finally taking pity on him and helping to get his wet jeans off.
Ben growled, a little miffed but entirely unintimidating as he pulled Harry in for a kiss.
"Can't distract me like that, sweetheart."
Ben huffed, "Why can't you just do it?"
Harry grinned, "Do what?"
"Harry, I'll have Jay hide your hook from you, I swear. He hides the candy dishes around the school. We haven't been able to find them in months."
The pirate tsked, still amused, and kept pressing, "If you can say cock, then I'll suck yers dry."
"You're the devil."
"You love it."
"God help me, I do." Ben said, and sighed when Harry pressed their now naked bodies together, taking advantage of Ben's lowered guard to lean in and nuzzle at his bite.
"Say it." Harry leered, teeth grazing along the fresh mark, "Say it and I'll fuck ye."
"Harry," Ben moaned, "Please, just-"
"I told ya, y've gotta say it first."
Ben tightened his lips, grunting unhappily as he shook his head, "I can't say that out loud."
"If ya can't ask for what ye want, why should I give it to ya?" he said with a smirk.
Ben huffed and narrowed his eyes before letting his head fall back. He purposefully made sure his neck was in sight of Harry, the pale stretch of it tantalizing and inviting, showing off his brand new mating bite. "Because you want me too."
Harry growled and almost gave in, Ben could see the little jerk forward, but he kept himself an arm's length away, hands propped up on either side of Ben's head, against the shower wall. "Minx."
Ben smiled and took it another step further. He let his hands drift up to his chest, mentally congratulating himself when Harry's eyes snapped to them, following like a hawk. He started his movements slowly, one hand climbing up to his neck, fingers ghosting over the bite just enough to make him shiver as the other hand began a descent over his stomach. Ben let his eyelids droop, mouth fall open in a welcoming gasp, and continued down until he was almost touching himself.
Harry's warning growl was possessive and tense, and Ben could feel his fingers flexing beside his head, obviously wanting to touch, maybe follow the same trek his own hands had taken over Ben's body. "Princess," he warned, voice coming through his teeth, "Don't."
Ben whined, "Harry... please... I want you to touch me."
"Touch ya where?" he replied, slinking forward to fight back, body a mere inch of a gap away from Ben's, lips breathing hot air against the fingers playing with his bite mark, "Just tell me where and I will, princess, I promise."
Ben whimpered, upset that in attempting to wind up Harry, he'd also dug his own hole, "My..." he tried, "my..."
"Ye can say it." Harry assured, and dipped his mouth to press little kisses to Ben's neck, dancing around his fingers. "I wanna hear ya say it, princess..."
Ben quickly moved his hand away so that Harry could but his mouth there again, but Harry kept to just floating around it. Always close, so close, but never there. "Harry." Ben said, growing impatient, "Just do it."
"Say the damn word."
"Cock!" he shouted suddenly, so loud he was sure it must have echoed. Ben was mortified that someone might have heard him. "Harry! Oh my gosh, I can't believe I just-!"
Harry's lips smashed over his in a hurried moment and his hands left the wall to touch Ben all over. He roamed over his torso, his back, cupped the flesh of his ass and played with the dusting of hair at his front. He debating teasing just a little longer, maybe trying to get Ben to say something even naughtier, but Ben tangled his fingers in Harry's hair roughly and pulled, "Harry, you promised..."
"I did." he conceded, and dropped down to his knees.
Ben whimpered, hand coming up to cover his mouth as the other rested on Harry's shoulder, clinging tightly as he took Ben into his mouth.
It was an entirely new experience for Ben, to feel something so wet and warm around him. During his heat, they'd experimented a little, and he'd done this for Harry, but he'd been so geared on getting Harry inside of him that he'd never really bothered to think about it. Now, with Harry sucking on him and a finger pressing into him, he felt like he might come undone far too fast.
He bit into his hand and squeezed his eyes shut, willing away the orgasm that was threatening to burst from him, and tugged on Harry's shoulder.
When he looked up, Ben still in his mouth and his guyliner running a little bit around his round eyes, Ben almost lost it. "You've... gotta stop."
Harry removed his mouth from Ben with a wet, sultry pop and smirked, "But I only just started."
"I was already... kind of on edge..." Ben admitted ashamedly, "I- I need..."
"I gotcha." Harry said simply, standing from his knees and flipping Ben around quickly.
Harry bent him over carefully, Ben's hands splayed against the wall for support, and Ben let his head hang low between his arms at the feel of the first press. Harry was slow, almost torturously so, as he entered Ben. He ran a hand soothingly down Ben's back before leaning forward to whisper words of possession in his ear.
Ben gasped, and Harry was fully seated, draped over him like a blanket and protecting him from the thrum of the water. It slipped around Harry, trickling over Ben's body like he was merely a continuation of Harry, and in some way... he was. Ben was sure this was what love felt like, to be connected like this and know that Harry was thinking something similar.
This was too pure to be anything else. As Harry rocked into him, kissing his shoulder blades and sucking hickeys wherever he could get his mouth, Ben let himself slip away with the water. He let Harry have everything, and Harry gave him everything else in return. "Yer mine, princess."
Ben laughed, face pressed into the wall as his orgasm thrummed through him and his knees buckled.
Harry was there to catch him, quick to hold him upright and fuck into him for that last mile, until Ben was shaking and whining with need, lifting his arms to card through Harry's hair and urge him into a climax of his own. He pressed tender kisses to his cheek afterword,
Harry hummed tiredly, reaching behind them to turn the water crank and pull Ben out from the shower.
"We didn't even get clean..."
"Sleep." Harry said simply, and dragged him to bed.
Once they were settled, nakedly wrapped up in one another, and Ben had gotten past his worries about a wet bed, Harry kissed him again.
"My parents will want us to have a ceremony sometime soon, you know." Ben grinned when he pulled back.
Harry groaned, but slipped his hand into Ben's hair anyway to pet him, "We don't have ta deal with stuff like that on the Isle." he said, a mix of jokingly bitter and fondly responsive.
"Well, here you will." Ben smirked, and teasingly tapped Harry on the nose. "We could have it on a ship?"
Harry lifted a brow, "Ye have a ship?"
"A big one!" Ben excitedly replied, lifting up to prop himself on an elbow, "They'll actually be using it for the Sandrona, if you're interested in seeing it. We could go..."
"The.. Sandrona?" Harry repeated, the word weird on his tongue.
"Auradon's Alpha/Omega ball." Ben grinned.
Harry snorted, "Ye want me to take ya dancing?"
"I want to go out in public, newly mated, and show off my Alpha." Ben said, and let himself drop back down against Harry's chest, cheek resting on his shoulder.
Hook rolled over to kiss him, slipping one arm under Ben and the other up to cup his cheek, "But I don't dance."
"Don't even try that." Ben smirked, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck to kiss him back, "I've seen your fancy fighting footwork before. You've got the moves."
Harry chortled, ducking to leave a last, quick kiss on Ben's lips, before confessing, "Ya know... 'M pretty sure I'm in love with ya, princess."
Ben's laughter faded out, but lived on in the upturned corners of his adoring smile. He shifted so that his hands cradled Harry's face and chuckled fondly, "I'm pretty sure I love you too, Harry."
"So tell me," Mal began casually, stepping down from the final wooden steps and into Uma's-Harry's ship brig, "how did you manage to snag Ben from Auradon, Uma?"
The steel bars that held Uma tightly in her little cage rattled angrily as she slammed her fists against it, "Mal. How great to see your perfect little princess face." she snarled, "Still running errands for the prince?"
Mal stayed quiet, crossing her arms and leveling Uma with a blank stare. She waited there patiently, silent and looking on as if she was entirely uninterested by the entire affair, like Uma meant no more than the scum gathering on the wood below their feet.
Uma growled, hating to be treated invalid, "And why should I tell you ?"
"Because I can get you out of that cute little cage." Mal said, "Even though it suits you so well."
Uma snapped her teeth together, a mockery of the headstrong bite Uma had delivered during their previous encounter, when Uma held the upper hand and let it get to her head. Now here she was, left alone in the rank, dungy cell of her own ship. Well... Harry's ship now, but some part of these old walls would always belong to Uma. The same went for Harry Hook. "I tell you how I grabbed up beasty boy and you get me out of here? That's the deal?"
"That's the deal." Mal confirmed, then leaned forward, "And that's the only deal, Uma."
Uma's teeth dragged together in a slow show of anger and she twisted her fists around the bars. She growled once, low and grumpy before conceding, "You left your bloody spell book. I just played around with the spell to retrieve a lost item."
Mal let her head fall back in exasperation, "My spell book, of course..."
"Did you know," Uma began, glaring at the wooden floorboards with disdain, "when I meet someone new I use my mother's mirror to find out their heart's desire... The thing that they love the most. "
Mal cocked her head with a frown, annoyed, but admittedly interested in seeing where Uma was going with this confession.
"When I first met Harry I used her mirror." she said, "Harry wanted a ship, more than anything. He was in love with the ocean."
"So you gave him a ship." Mal finished for her, "That's how you became friends."
Uma nodded, pressing her forehead against at bars, "We were friends for years when I checked again... and... it was me." she said, exhaling sharply, "He loved me more than anything. Nobody had ever-"
Mal looked at Uma, her weight rested against the ratty bars tiredly as she shared.
"I know it was only a friendly love now but... at the time I thought-"
"You're both Alphas, Uma..."
Uma glared at her from under her lashes, "Gender doesn't mean a damn thing. I've seen far stranger couples."
Mal thought about Evie. "Fine. Maybe it doesn't, but I don't understand why you would want to hurt him so badly if you-"
"After he left," Uma snapped, interrupting Mal and gritting her teeth, "I checked it again."
Mal waited patiently for the rest, what she knew was coming, "It was Ben this time, wasn't it?"
"I was replaced by a stuck up prince who probably sheds."
Mal might have felt sorry for her, once upon a time, but what she had almost done to Ben was unforgettable if not entirely unforgivable.
"You can't keep me locked up forever." Uma growled, fingers curling around the bars angrily.
"You tried to break the worst law possible, Uma. A law even the Isle recognizes." Mal sneered, "You're lucky they stopped with executions centuries ago."
Uma leaned slipped her arms through the bars and let her arms rest there casually, "I'm too young to be a prisoner. They can't send me there."
"Even the Isle said you screwed up, Uma. Prison would be generous."
"He didn't actually-"
"So, you can either be bitter and rot away in some dank cell for the rest of your life," Mal huffed, and tapped the bars pointedly with a little rolled up parchment, "...or there's this."
The scroll was handed over to Uma with little flourish, Mal's composure revealing that she really hadn't wanted to give it to her at all. Of course, that only made Uma even more desperate to get her hands on it. When unrolled, the letter was written on a polished stationary in finely inked penmanship, and signed at the bottom by the king, queen.
It said; 'His royal majesty hereby requests'...
Uma scoffed, dangling the open scroll carelessly from the hand that rested between the bars, "You've gotta be joking."
"I think they're hoping you'll wind up like us." she said, projecting more amusement than she really felt. "You'll be put through reform school. I can tell you now, the 'Remedial Goodness' class is easy if you just pick the answer that's the least fun. I think they might even force you to take up a day job in the cafeteria. And," Mal leered, excitedly lifting up a matching pair of golden bracelets and clinking them together, "Magic wards. These are genie rate cuffs too, so they're absolutely unbreakable."
Uma growled, and Mal simply grinned, "You're going to be so miserable, Shrimpy. Doesn't it sound like fun?"
"I'll tear you all apart. You can't make me go."
"It's this or prison, Uma." Mal replied, pointedly, "You're right, nobody can make you, but you'd be an idiot not to accept."
"But I can't-"
"Just take my advice and accept the stupid invitation." Mal said, and made her way back to the steps that led above deck. She paused with one foot on the first, tipping her head to look back over her shoulder and let her eyes glow an eerie emerald green, "But if you try anything, I'll make sure you don't even get the option of prison."
This story has a sequel! Please check out 'Until The Seaweed Wraps Around Your Ankles'
