Kink(s): A/B/O Heat or rut/Incest

Pairing: Luke Castellan/Hermes

Plot: Luke survived the war and as punishment, he was given to his father Hermes. If he behaves himself he would go back to camp on probation. Luke is furious about this. He becomes even more angry when he goes into him and loses his suppresses. Hermes however found a way to calm his hateful son once and for all.

for those wondering: omegas have pussys, alphas have cocks, and betas have both. for more details please visit my summary or ao3 account.

Luke hissed in rage as he fished, fingering himself, drawing nothing but sickness and pain from his body. He fixed his clothing and made his way out of the nest only to destroy it.

Unsurprisingly it was Hermes' fault.

Luke always hated the fact that he was an omega. He was always told that he was a mistake for most of his life. No one would want him. He was too tall, too scarred, too dominating for anyone to want him. So when Kronos spoke to him he believed everything the titan said. The titan thought he was beautiful, and would send him such a sweet dream of claiming him. Whisper promises of a better life than what the gods offered. It was amazing.

He should have known it was too good to be true.

Luke survived the war. Despite his actions, he was given a second chance. However, he had to spend a year with the person he hated the most. Hermes his fucking father. It's been a trying year so far. But he made it. Until the day he ran out of his suppressants.

Or more accurately, Hermes going through his things and confiscating them. In all fairness. Only a few people knew he was an omega. Thanks to Alabaster and Kronos he managed to pass off as a beta. But now the two are gone. He can feel the oncoming signs of it. He was feverish a lot more. His train of thought was disconnected, and the urge to nest was overwhelming. The blonde started to build a nest until he realized what he was doing.

"Damn it!" Luke snarled as he destroyed the last of the nest, ignoring the whine of distress from his inner omega. He was so pissed that he didn't hear someone enter the room

Hermes took one look at the mess and sighed before snapping his fingers making it disappear. Luke whirled on him, teeth bared in defense. Hermes used to his son's rage and wasn't fazed.

"Is this about your pills?" the god of thieves asks. Luke glower severed. "Luke, you know I can't give them to you."

"You don't even know what they are." Luke hissed. His stomach was cramping in pain and he had a headache.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't tell me what they are, I can't let you have them." Hermes' voice was said but firm. Hatred rose in the demigod's body. He wanted to throw something, anything at the bastard in front of him but it wouldn't make things better. The cramping was getting worse and the room was getting dizzier. His failed orgasm didn't help. Hermes steps forward making Luke step back teeth still barred...Luke never backs away from him no matter what The god's gaze turned confused by this until Luke whined as he dropped to his knees. The cramping finally overpowered his hatred. The last of his suppressant wore off. Hermes' blue eyes turned black as the scent filled the room.

Soft expresso beans, creamy vanilla, and delicious chocolate. It was rich and sweet. It is seductive and addicting. As the scent filled the room more, Hermes was slammed with a horrible relaxation.

The pills he confiscated weren't drugs. They were heat suppressants.

Luke was an omega. Luke was an omega in heat. Thanks to him.

"Luke," Hermes breathed out as he stepped forward, regretfully filling his chest. Luke scrambled away from home desperately. "It's ok, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to take you to my room. You destroyed your nest." Hermes swallowed a growl as he held his hands up. The scent was getting stronger. Hermes had to move quickly. Swooping the blonde up in his arms he carried him towards his room. Luke panicked, his first heat in years clouding his judgment.

"No!" Luke shrieked, fear curling in his chest. He began struggling to get free but the god held him tight. This couldn't be happening. Not with his father of all people. "No! You can't do this! This wasn't supposed to happen! I Am not yours! I'm supposed to be his!" Luke cried out as he fought for his freedom. The panic and heat muddled his mind, instinct taking over.

Hermes froze, stopping in his tracks. He quickly dropped Luke on the bed. Luke scrambled and pressed himself against the headboard, eyes darting around for an escape. Hermes stood in front of him.

"What do you mean by that?" The god's voice was firm but inside there was only fear. Please don't let that mean what he thinks it means. "Lucas" the blonde on the bed glared at him, defiant. Hermes' fear grew at that. "Answer me omega."

That order forced Luke to cave.

"When I joined Kronos he swore that once the gods were gone. He would take me as his." Luke sobbed. "I didn't want to but he told me it was destiny! He was supposed to be my alpha. But he hurt me! He called it training!" Luke sounded so broken as he cried, the cramping heat in his body making his mind hazy, letting the truth slip from his lip. The god in question froze as he watched the crying omega. "Please let me go. I can't go through that again."

The plea snapped Hermes out of his frozen state. He used his godly speed to pull Luke away in front of the headboard into an embrace. The blonde fought at first before relaxing into the alpha's embrace. The smell of his heat rising. Luke's fear and misery slowly went away as he began trying to press his body harder against the only alpha in the room. Hermes let out his scent causing Luke to moan once it hit his nose.

Bourbon and leather. Pure masculine and fucking addicting.

"I won't hurt you like him. This will be a one-time thing." Hermes announced as he guided Luke back onto the bed, the blonde looked up at him as he nodded. Hermes took that as consent. The god carefully leaned down and kissed his son. Luke froze before wrapping his arms around his neck and tangling his hand into salt and pepper hair. Hermes growled pleased at the reaction. Luke tried to grind his hip against Hermes but the god stopped him. Luke whimpered. In full heat now. Hermes snapped away their clothing leaving them bare on the bed. He took a good look at the blonde.

Luke's body was lean, and wiry with good muscle, a flat toned stomach, wide child-bearing hips hidden under baggy clothing, a slim waist, and long toned legs. Luke Castellan was a beautiful omega to breed with. Luke looked away as Hermes inspected his body, rubbing his legs together to relieve some of the aching pressure in his lower half. The god shifted and settled in between his legs. Hermes stood up, dragging Luke to his feet. The blonde stumbled for a moment before his back was pressed against a hard chest.

"What-" a moan cut off his question as Hermes' lips found his neck, nibbling at his pale flesh. Sharp teeth leaving behind love bites. Luke whimpered as her father's massive hand made its way to his crotch. A blissful gasp left Luke's lips as large fingers buried themselves in his wet cunt. Arought thumb rolled his clit brings more pleasure through his body. Luke began grinding his hips into the hand while reaching his hand back to stroke Hermes's dick. The hardline flesh is heavy and hot in his hand. Hermes growled as Luke's dripping pussy rubbed against his palm and his hand stroked him.

"Easy Luke," Hermes muttered in his ear. "If you keep this up. I won't be able to hold back."

"Don't." Luke gasps. Hermes stopped at that. "Please. You said you love me. You would do anything to make it up to me. Then don't hold back."

"Luke," the god hissed as he pressed his body harder and faster than the younger male. A rush of lust ran through him.

"Stop being a coward and fuck me." Luke snarled. He was thrown onto the bed. He turned to look at his father.

Messy blank and gray hair, broad chest, built biceps, firm abs, slim waist, powerful long legs. Best of all the nine-inch cock with a thick knot at the base.

Luke whimpered at the sight before lying on his back and presenting himself. Hermes wasted no time. He climbed on top of the blonde. His heavy cock pressed at his entrance. Hermes' darkened eyes met Luke's.

"Do it."

A loud wet squishy rang through the room. Luke screamed as his father buried his cock inside him. Finally, He was so full. Hermes groaned as the burning wet he clung to his cock. He pulled out and pushed in roughly, drawing a scream from Luke.

"Please!" Luke cried out. "Please fuck me!" Hermes snapped. Grabbing Luke firmly by the waist he pounded into his son's tight pussy. Luke moaned and screamed as pure bliss ran through his body, pussy getting wetter with each thrust. He wrapped his arms around the god's neck. Hermes grunted as he plunged his cock in and out of the omega. Luke can feel it. He was so close. Hermes lowered his mouth to Luke's neck. Right to the mating point.

"Omega," Hermes growled as he licks the sweet spot. Luke bared his neck fully. As open permission. Hermes quickly grabbed Luke and shifted their positions. The god was sitting on the bed with Luke in his lap, strong arms wrapped around his waist. He helps the demigod bounce up and down. Forcing the blond to impale himself on his cock. Luke loved every second of it. "Luke, if you keep this up, I won't stop myself. Understood?"

Luke's glazed blue eyes sharpened and met his father's black ones. He crushed their mouths together as he kept rolling his hips.

"Do it. Take me. Alpha." Luke muttered before kissing him again. Hermes groaned as he thrust upwards into Luke, knot swelling. Luke groaned as he was fucked more. Head tilted back to reveal his pale scared neck. "Im going cum." Hermes simply went faster. A scream rang through the room as a euphoria hit Luke like a truck. Hermes snarled as his knot locked them together and he came filling the younger male with his seed.

It took a moment for the two to calm down. Luke's heat faded enough for his brain cells to come back online. He released what just happened and he didn't care. He pulled away to look at the alpha. Hermes was breathing heavily, eyes dark blue instead of pure black and large hands dug into his hips, keeping him in place.

"Father," Luke winces at how ruined his voice sounded. Hermes met his eyes. "You didn't bite me."

"No, I did not." Hermes huffed. As he lay down, dragging the blonde on top of him. "You would have hate me more."

Luke was silent for a moment. Hermes stared at the blonde daring him to disagree. He went to say something when Luke rolled his hips sending a shot of lust and arousal through the god. The knot was soft enough for the two to pull apart but they could still find pleasure. Hermes grunted as the blonde kept grinding against him.

"Lucas." it was a warning. His hand tangled up in the blanket to try and stop himself from fucking his son again. Luke simply grabbed the gods' much larger hands and placed them on his hips.

"I don't hate you. Not anymore. Mark me. I won't be a pregnant omega without a mark." Luke moans as he rides the still-hard cock inside him.

"We should have done this in the first place. You're my son. We-" another moan cut Hermes protest off.

"You are a god who fucked multiple men and women. Some of them being your siblings. Now is the time to grow a conscience." the demigod pointed out, panting. Hermes growled as he knot soft enough for him to lift Luke up and down on his dick again, drawing a cry of bliss from the younger. He stopped fighting his instincts. Luke wanted him enough for this. But just in case.

"If you get pregnant and if you still want it, I'll mark you. Deal?" Hermes offers, meeting Luke's hips mid-thrust. Luke nodded his agreement as his mind cut off merely relishing in his alpha's cock. The two spend the rest of the day tangled in each other. Hermes rolled himself on top of Luke and kept going.

This was a one-time thing. The god thought to himself as the moaning blonde shook underneath him.

Luke had a mating mark by the end of the month.

Nine months later, Anna May and Ethan Jackson were born.

I warned you this one was insane.