Alpha, Beta, But Never an Omega
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Chapter 3: Love Bites for Life
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Richard's weary, weakened body since the brutal claim was further made bare to his abductor. There. In the dark room he was brought to cry out and swat at his own throat. The person behind wouldn't however, let go. Their grip reminded him of the educational programs he'd viewed as a young student; the mother cats picking up her children with her teeth at the scruff. He was no cat, nothing so easily not made to bleed as the teeth in his side only seemed to drink and lap at what remained. Prick marks of a beast, almost so sudden that Richard was tired of it. Tired of thousands younger than him getting more control. Tired of being mistaken as someone at the lowest tier.
He wept and with his tears, a tantrum was born. The face didn't show itself, yet a palm came over the teen's lips to quiet him up. With a heavy scent of bourbon and gunmetal, the scent.Thatscent, made Richard's eyes turn.
"HNmm!"
He couldn't talk while this free feeder was thirsty for his blood. That wasn't why as the sore spot reminded again, Dick of a type of mark that Bruce had left on a girl he'd once brought back to the manor in his sleek black car. When Dick was still unaware of the man's playboy enigmatic face, the scent of raspberry and cinnamon had Dick run to Alfred to ask,why.
Whywas Bruce covered into so many different scents?
The real reason now, made Dick even angrier fir being so blind, as he batted at the strong hands around his waist, pinning him down. Feeding on his strength, the teeth finally released as spots of blood from the wound trickled onto the sheets below.
Plip.
Plip.
Dick felt…tired, but still got to turn to his attacker. "It's now completed." The voice at his throat lulled in a husky timbre
"Our contract that you wanted. Until Wayne comes looking, you'll do as I say. My partner. Myhalfof an omega –
"Nn…" The kid had the weight of ten over him as his face heated up. For a bleeding second, he felt cottony soft as the sheets covered in his red blood. Slade….bithim.
That…sniffled the ex hero.
Was aclaimingbite….
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As he rested on, the day came without too long the hours it had taken to be declared missing. Dick groaned as a newspaper was plopped beside him in the sheets. "You've slept long enough, pet."
Dick clicked his tongue and rolled over, still sore in the backside and willing to walk out to report…
"Thinking about abandoning the plan?" Snorted the older male, smugly. "You said it. No one will see you serious enough in this world to be anything else. Even if your card spells "beta," that scent now tells a different story." Slade traced the swollen points if flesh as Dick's hand swung out go stop the man from trying to molest him further. "I'm done. Everything is ruined…of course you'd be happy about it. I'm just a runaway no one actually wanted."
Slade lifted his hand away as this hormonal haze was eating up his happy day. "I thought it best to go over this arrangement with my soul mate."
Dick's head shot up as he pointed down the man, "I'm not yours. I'm just, getting back on my feet. I…that term is not even real. Soul mates –
"Only happen from forced natural selection by the body of a type that cannot connect with just 'anyone." Slade grinned. "I may have been your first, yet I'll get you to see that your first heat. The nestled in depression. Your thighs quivering and the overwhelming fatigue-
"You fucked me without asking! I'm not interested in you like that, so…what? Are you going to hate me if I say to piss off?'
"I dare you to tell me that again." Slade hissed softly. His hand went to his zipper as Dick got up to run out of bed. He was trapped with that strange weight. That fog, while the man's cock…
A stream of hot piss pelted his back as Dick was afraid to turn back around all the way. He froze, dreading the stench, the taming if his very ego as the man piss led the teen into submission. Curled up in the sheets, Slade released his last daily dose before crossing his arm and tucking his cock back into his briefs with a sigh. "Get up. I'll start a shower as long as you'll listen to my proposal this time." Off je went as the stream drenched Dick Grayson was so close to collapsing. The edge of piss, the scent and tangy odor made him careen into despair as his body left the sheets to drag itself to where he'd be changing everything.
Even his last shred of dignity would be wiped squeaky clean as –
Dick pulled back as Slade walked into the bathroom and started to strip. "What…what are you doing?"
Slade took one look behind and simply shrugged. He continued to discard his socks, top and pulled down his pants to expose a hard set of ass cheeks to the eighteen-year-old. "I'm gross right now, as much as you. We can talk terms as we bathe. I promise to not involve too much overstimulation. Yet."
"Not, comfortable with it." Dick snorted. "You go first. Then you let me –
"I justsaid." Snipped the man as he pulled the kid's bare arm to come closer. "It's both of us, or not at all. Youstink, and my sheets need cleaning. Otherwise, you can lie in them for another night. Make it a whole week to be decent." The man smirked. "I'dloveto see howfilthyyou can be without your butler to soften the blows as they come –
"You pissedon me!" Dick yelled with a foot to stomp. "That was…so pigheaded…that I bet you do that to everyone you'veeverhad in BED with you! Is that why I'm your last resort at getting a real life??" Sneered the kid, Slade scooping him up under the arms and dragging the shouting, rude boy to the shower stall with not so much as a grimace. It all stunk, but living the way he did, entrails were much, much worse to be covered in.
"Forgive me if I could care less to counter your pitiful remarks. I'll even wash your back to stay in good company. As youronlycompany for a while, I've earned that privilege to touch –
Dick swatted the man away with lightning-fast reflexes from touching the bite wound at his left side. "Stop. You…you have to have me here? Then, just stay away from that wound. I'm going to be sure it heals –
"That may scar." Slade broke it to the kid, like a new baby brother. Or a family forced into poverty. "If it does, you can't remove it according to the law of Omega rights. Well. You'renot, an omega." Slade chuckled as Dick went to turn on the hot water, nearly scalding his unclad feet.
" Are, you? Beta, boy?"
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They stayed that way, Dick washing his hair as Slade stroked himself like some unkempt pup at their first heady heat. His eye was intent on breaking through. Richard knew that the only Beta self of his own birth had deflected whatever had gone on between them. Slade was just sour because his plan had failed…then…
Dick bit his lip and scrubbed a little harder. Slade was jerking off behind him, and for some awful second, in the glass he could see that partial reflection – the monster in that mirror, waiting to bust a nut wide into his side.
Damned prick.
All because he was a sicko alpha.
Dock kept paying no mind, but it dawned on him as Slade let out a little raspy groan, that he was still not wiped off.
Dick blushed and turned his eyes to his own cock. The thing honestly felt confused about the entire situation. It was high wired to be caring simple life lead of strict rules, like Allred. Not like Stephanie or Damian. Or even the second eldest, Jason.
Slade tugged harder, his feet padding slowly up behind so Dick's eyes wouldn't miss. "If I finish quick enough, I'll wash you down. As promised. But…you do look better in suds from here."
Dick ignored the taunt. The lectures. None of this reminded him vaguely of the man who had forced Dick to bow before him as an evil mastermind. He recognized a man, not a machine right now. It was unnerving, unnecessary as Dick moved his body forward yo adjust the shower water's initial temperature. Slade's hand ended up grabbing the soap as Dick didn't budge until he was done. "There. Much better. Didn't have enough to shower my thanks." A loofah sponge in the other palm, Dick turned to see that his back was exposed to the meaty dog. "I'll wash, you take a step back."
"How about I stay here."
"You're partly presenting to me, though."
Dick yelped and stood upright, switching directions to stare at the man's no longer slippery, stroked member as it hung half hard in front of him. "Turn around boy. I'm keeping my word –
"I can wash myself, or else I'm leaving-
The man's hands turned him like a whirling door. Dick's face hit the tile wall as he attempted to stand up and inch away. Yet the grip at his shoulder turned hazardous as Slade pressured to exfoliate now with the sponge that was lathered in unscented soap. No scent but Slade's and his…
Dick blushed red as Slade slid the spongy tool towards his hip, making the teen's arm fail to stop the pressure there. Bruising, but just. "Stay still. Would you rather do this on all fours, boy?"
He'd never…
Dick shook his head and lowered his gaze. "Remember. Not the bite mark. Leave that."
Slade hummed an answer that was hard to read, until his hands moved to pull Dick a step closer to gather the bat's hard to reach spot. Between his thighs.
Dick threw his palms to his cock as Slade chuckled in the kid's even redder ear. "Your face is almost matching your cheeks."
Dick blushed harder as his fists shook. "Finish…" He seethed. The sponge moved languidly across a plane of heated flesh as he hummed whilst doing so. The thigh was ignored before his hands cane to that abused back end. Dick swung round as hard as he could and kicked the man in a fit. "No! I'm out. Get yourself a new fake lover." The kid slammed open the shower stall as he dropped out as a wet kitten. He didn't find a towel, nut his clothing was there that Slade apparently washed for him earlier. No surprise. He needed to go find Wally. To hell with what Bruce would do. He'd f –
"Are you sure that you should, Grayson?" The man leaned in the bathroom door only a second later with one single towel around his firmed up waist. "I thought you said you couldn't trust anyone else….or, I could always make it so they can't any longer."
Dick's eyes turned back frustrated to the man as soon as he'd taken to the knot. The exit was right there. Why did he care?
"I seem to recall you saying Wayne saw you as a joke. That if any word got out that you'd taken off without a word, you'd lose those rights to have anything to cling to. And that your time to sleep off the shame gave me time to send him a note of my choosing. In one high resolutionvideo…"
Dick choked. "Y – you…bl…blackmail? Is that all you can do to make me say yes?? You raped me! I'm still not sure why I didn't go into a mental breakdown yet –
"Your Beta self handled the trauma, the omega in you…well, it still isn't finished being satisfied with this close a commitment." Slade went to his belongings and pulled out his cell. There, on the Gotham Chronicle homepage, was him.
Well, his face about a story. And to the next click, Slade pulled up the video those thugs had never bothered to erase.
He was….internet famous, as a victim of circumstance.
Yet what he saw were captions and posts up that broke his heart.
~ Si, the Wayne kids are all like…omega? Is he gonna get his first with a complete stranger? Gross. ~
~ I used to think that kid was pretty cute, but wild and a whole on the streets? I may have to rethink who my kids have as their idols. This is just wrong. ~
~ Ohh! He's so hot! I wish that man – mega was my bitch in heat!~
~ Post deleted. ~
~ Oh my God! I know him from Gotham Tonight! If they find his body, that son of a b had better be put away for life. We're praying for your safety, Mr. Grayson! From a die hard fan of your work! ~
~ The internet is all over this story, but dies anyone ask if Mr. Wayne was even aware of his kid doing this? He looks drugged up and the GCPD has zero protection for omega who face abuse everyday. Why is he so important? We should be advocates for all future omega to not have this happen. Come down on the pharmaceutical industry to never have that hormone inducer on the market to unsafe cities like Gotham. It's a crime punishable, but Gotham is terrible wkth how much there is. That kid is a victim like all of the omega going through their first heat and being sexually assaulted. If Alpha have to old ass hats to be able to impregnate their partners, then shouldn't we change the ages of their development since we came up with eighteen for beta and alpha anyway? A sixteen year old presenting omega is still in danger of getting hurt by anyone over eighteen. That's such a messed up system that all beta and alpha should be forced to be chipped and wear shock collars like the dirty dogs they are. Free the people and let us rise to make that change happen.~
Blew up was an understatement. His assault was starting a revolution across the globe! Dick looked at the man, the mercenary and took one step for the door. "You uploaded it, anonymously. To make me stay."
"You want your way, I want mine. For now." Slade stated with a clear throat. "Wayne is not aware of where you're off to, and your cell was left by your bike at the curb. Right now, a thief in Gotham just got his night to own this town from what you left for them to steal. Why."
"Tracking. I told you." Frowned Dick as his arm went limp at his side. Running, without his phone. Without anything…
Just his pants and one top. He was truly bound to have to work to stay alive if he went out there on a whim as Slade had said.
"Listen to my plan, Dick." The man crooned in a voice that, well…his side that Slade didn't call "beta," was drawn to it. The beta side, persisted to stay put by the door. Just in case.
"Stay. Stay and we can make this work in both of our favors. I know you're after a new city. The best bet by my calculations-
"Haven." Dick interrupted. "Blud, just outside of Jersey. I made plans to move their after I had part of my degree."
"You still want this, don't you. To be an officer."
"More than you can swear on never touching me again." Sniffed the boy wonder. "I…had to do it. Something led me to that conclusion and I won't drop the cause. It's my life, not his anymore. You said I'm missing, in a sex ring on the paper but…what if Bruce sniffs out the real reason I fell off the radar?"
"That might be a while from now. If I head to Bludhaven and sully to our needs while you, gather yourself." He hinted back. "Then I'm sure the only worry he's going to have is finding another babysitting Beta to watch his flock."
"Alfred can deal with finding someone better than me." Dick shrugged and finally gave up on his adrenaline pulse. He had time to try again if Slade made a mess of his contract. Their contract, the boy questioned. "I'm not a real Beta anyway, like you said. Looks like I have to break the ceiling then. Make people realize what this law is doing to our society as a whole."
"Generalizing can lead to mistakes. I don't want you to get your hopes up this early." The elder male sighed. "You'll be here, on one condition when we do move into another safehouse for a time. I can sleep in our bed. With you, no fussing except until you're ready –
"Denied."
"Then, find another benefactor willing to pay off your tuition " Slade raised his eye to the kid as Dick raised his dark brows in disbelief. "Why would you go through that to keep me here? Are you…are you using that as a bribe?"
"I might just enjoy the company, and if you want to be someone other than you for a change, you can use me to do it. No rutting, no pressure unless it's asked for."
"You have no self control."
"THAT was to keep your attention, and now that I have it…will you, Dick Grayson. Remain this man's partner until an outcome is set for your future career as a solo, vigilante?"
Dick vividly SAW the man take to one knee and quaked to question just…what heats did to an Alpha'shead! "You, can't touch me. In a h- heat, if I get any, you…have to ask first. If I say no, you listen."
Slade smiled, slowly expecting the heat to eat away at the half beta's time in control. More so than Slade had with that bite on the side of Dick's slender neck. Not as skinny as he was getting older. It would be a joy to see him mature a bit. Grow a backbone against Wayne and his siblings.
"Now that we're concluded, back to business." Slade dusted himself off and pulled out a burner cell from the side drawer of his living area. "Here, I want you to call Wayne and arrange a meeting for us."
"WHAT??"