Pidge II
Pidge opened his eyes slowly, yawning. He felt well-rested, as if he was left alone to his own devices finally. He blinked, wondering why he felt like he was on a cloud, before he remembered what happened yesterday. He couldn't fight the grateful smile that crossed his face, and he slowly got up, groaning as his stitches stretched with his movements. He looked down, surprised to find his chest wrapped with precise care, the wink of fresh stitches at the very top of the bandage. He sighed, fumbling for a tee shirt and a pair of shorts, only to drop both when there was a knock at the door. "C-Come in," he called nervously out, trying to find something to cover with. Finally, he wrapped a robe about him, whimpering when it brushed the stitches.
The door opened, and in bustled Shiro backwards, carrying a tray full of food. "Good, you're awake. I figured you would be hungry, so I made you breakfast," the male explained, smiling. "I also made a few stops while I was out. I noticed you haven't been taking testosterone pills. I've heard of female Alphas taking them, but those were strong perscriptions, so I found these while I was out. They're over the counter, but they should work. I also picked up some suppressants. I don't know if you've had your first biological heat yet, but even male Omegas get them, so these are always in the stores," Shiro explained, setting two different bottles next to the tray. One was a dark blue, with a dark red 'T' on the cover; Omega testosterone, specially formulated for female Omegas only. If a male took them, they would have a reverse effect. The other bottle was a slight beige-pink, with a long, sciency name that Pidge wasn't in the mood to translate. However, his attention was caught by the word heat. He was nearing the age that he was supposed to go into his first heat, but no one had ever told him why he did. "Why do we have heats?" He asked, grabbing a piece of toast and sitting down. Shiro flushed a dark red, before clearing his throat, sitting down. "Well.. uhm. It's a bit difficult to explain," he started, looking at Pidge. "Did they not cover this in your health class?" When Pidge shook his head, Shiro's face grew hotter, and he inwardly screamed. "I don't know how I can explain it, honestly." Pidge frowned, then replied. "Then just tell me the basics," he said, crossing his arms slightly over his chest. Shiro blinked, shocked at the bold statement. "Alright, I suppose you're old enough for the true statement." He cleared his throat, before grabbing the spare cup of coffee he had placed on the tray, taking a sip before beginning.
"To be blunt, heat is a way to allow female and male Omegas to populate. They can't impregnate each other, nor can a Beta. Only an Alpha can get an Omega pregnant, but they can also get Betas and other Alphas pregnant. When an Omega goes into heat, their body produces this natural lubricant known as its bastard term of slick, but no one calls it that. When the body produces this, it makes it easier for an Alpha or Beta to get into an Omega. It makes it easy because without that lubricant, the Alpha would be unable to knot the Omega, which almost always ensures pregnancy and creates a bond between the mating pair. During this time, the Alpha marks the Omega with a special mark which is known as a Mating or Bonding Bite. It links the pair together forever, even if one of them die. If the mark isn't renewed during each mating, however, the Omega is considered free and is viable to any mating, even if it's forced." He watched Pidge's expression the whole time. Most Omegas his age would have been absolutely terrified or been covering their ears, but he listened with rapt attention. Shiro was impressed.
"Another thing to know about heat, is that it causes an insatiable urge to breed, like with rabbits. Normally only an Alpha can help an Omega at these times, but now a days, companies have created systems that Omegas can purchase.. ahem.. toys of their own design that mimics their preferred Alpha, and that is usually enough to sate unmatched Omegas. There was one case, however, before you were born, where an Omega killed themselves to be free of the urge." He cleared his throat, looking at Pidge, who didn't seem fazed by that information. In fact, he looked curious. "Yes?" Pidge blinked, before shaking his head. "Would the testosterone pills cancel the heat?" He asked, looking at the blue bottle. Shiro looked at the table as well, curious. "I'm not sure, honestly. The pharmacist said not to take them together though, so it might." Pidge nodded, getting up, going to the table. "Thank you, Shiro," he murmured, looking back at him, eyes bright. "You're welcome, Pidge," he replied, slowly getting up and going to the door. "If you need me, I'll be in the study. It's down the hall, last door on the left." With that, he disappeared out the door.