**CW: sexual scenes**
Robbie would be easy enough to fall in love with.
He wasn’t necessarily what Scott envisioned when he had entertained the thought of taking an Omega mate, he’d always imagined some posh, spoilt well-bred Omega who would drain his bank account because they knew exactly how to get their way. Someone who was cunning in social situations, who knew how to use their Omegean charms to navigate the royal world.
The Omega curled up into his side didn’t exactly fit that criteria.
Robbie was the exact opposite of that, actually. His parents were unknown Betas, he drank himself stupid because he was nervous about talking to people, and he hadn’t even changed his room when presented the opportunity. Scott supposed it wasn’t a bad thing, according to polls administered by multiple magazines, he was one of the favorites among his Suitors. People seemed to eat up his sweet disposition, and the juxtaposition to his own personality might help shape his public image into what he wanted.
Scott breathed in a sigh. He was supposed to be doing some work while the younger was sleeping, he’d brought his laptop for that exact reason, though it had been doing nothing but sitting in his lap and occasionally making whirring noises while the bright screen annoyed his eyes. It was hard to focus with the lingering smell of heat around him, and it was only getting worse as time passed. He had encouraged Robbie to sleep after they had eaten, because although his heat wouldn’t be nearly as bad while on suppressants, it was still going to take a toll on his body.
He finally powered off his laptop, carefully moving away from the sleeping Omega so that he could set the computer on the nightstand. Clearly he wasn’t going to get anything done while his brain was addled by Robbie’s pheromones, so the least he could do was try and get some rest. Scott laid himself down then, wrapping an arm around Robbie’s waist and allowing himself to succumb to the sickly-sweet smell emanating from the younger Omega. He was overly warm, the heat induced fever making his skin hot to the touch, but Scott merely held him closer.
Scott had never helped anyone through a heat, nor been helped through one.
It was common practice for courting partners to help one another through heat, but up until this point, he’d never been courting. He could only hope he’d be any good at it.
His own first heat had been disastrous. He had barely been thirteen at the time, and his exposure to other Omegas had been limited to maids (who hardly talked to him) and mates of important leaders (who didn’t care about some brat prince). Of course, he’d known what a heat was, but his full expectation of being an Alpha had prevented him from actually learning anything about them.
He had thought he was dying when he’d gone into heat the first time.
It had come seemingly out of nowhere, and suddenly a pill was being shoved down his throat and he was thrown into a room by himself. Those four days had seemed like the longest of his life, the sudden instincts that hadn’t been there before, the new heightened sense of smell, the slick. It was like being thrown to the wolves, new emotions of shame and disgust tearing at his muddled brain while his body begged for him to be close to another being. Scott hadn’t even made a proper nest during his first heat.
Needless to say, he was going to do everything in his power to make Robbie’s as comfortable as possible.
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Scott woke up to Robbie whining beside him.
It wasn’t loud, if anything it seemed like he was trying to contain them, but little whimpers kept slipping past his lips. Scott turned over to face him, pulling the Omega into his arms while trying to force himself awake. The smell of slick hit him like a tidal wave, and the tears staining Robbie’s cheeks shook off the last bit of sleep, the need to care for and protect washing over him.
“K-King Scott.” The younger sobbed as Scott gently guided his face to his neck, hoping his scent would help calm him down a bit. Robbie’s skin was damp with sweat, and he had no doubt he was delirious as his temperature spiked.
“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He assured, keeping his voice low and soothing. He ignored the way Robbie’s erection dug into his hip, instead focusing on the way Robbie’s body shuddered and trembled under his cries, “I know it’s scary, darling.”
“Hot.” He managed to get out, and Scott felt his frozen heart thawing just a little. It was impossible not to want to shield this teary-eyed Omega from the rest of the world. “It’s too hot.”
That wasn’t something Scott could help much with, he was just wearing a large t-shirt and underwear, but he supposed wearing nothing would be better than even the little bit of fabric covering his body. He pulled away then to sit up, ignoring Robbie’s whines of protest. “How about we get you out of these clothes then, hm?” He questioned, glancing up briefly and his hands hovered over the hem of his shirt.
There was a moment where Robbie’s eyes cleared, and Scott saw the last bit of his logical side that was concerned with modesty before it was overtaken by cloudy instincts again. He was nodding then, too preoccupied with squirming to answer him verbally. Getting him out of the clothes was easier said than done. The underwear came off easily enough, with Robbie shivering and whimpering every time his hands brushed his bare skin. Then Robbie had to sit up for the shirt, and things got more difficult from there.
Robbie buried his face into his neck again, this time his hot tongue licking against his scent gland. “Sweetheart-“ He began, but then the younger bit him, small fangs digging into his skin and Scott grabbed his hair, pulling him back with a sharp tug of his locks.
“Robbie.” He said in warning. Robbie immediately dissolved into a mess of teary pouts, his bottom lip quivering as he refused to meet Scott’s gaze. His face was flushed a pretty pink, and Scott reached out to soothe down the messy strands of his hair. “I’m sorry, love, but you can’t do that.”
“Fangs hurt,” He sniffled dejectedly, “Everything hurts.”
“Once we get you out of this shirt, I’ll help you.”
Robbie was pretty. This wasn’t something unknown to Scott but seeing him bare only solidified the idea in his mind. He was Omegean in a way that Scott wasn’t, all soft curves and wide hips and fluttering eyelashes. He talked him through multiple orgasms, helping him ride the first wave of his heat with gentle commands and soft praises. Robbie hadn’t wanted to go farther than kisses and touching, so he would have to support him through this part of his heat from the sidelines.
By the time the heat had subsided for the time being, leaving Robbie drained and sleepy, Scott was tired himself, but for much different reasons. He hadn’t anticipated how… tempting another Omega’s heat would be. He was hard and aching, imagining how Robbie had been just moments ago, picturesque with his face scrunched with pleasure, obediently following his commands as he touched himself.
This wasn’t about he felt though, so he ignored the issue between his legs, silently slipping out of the nest as Robbie dozed.
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“Tell me a story.” Robbie requested, pale green eyes watching him with flushed cheeks as Scott placed kisses on his soft stomach. He had complained about the heat cramps, and Scott had been eager to quell the pain with a gentle massage, but it had somehow dissolved into light body worshipping. Logically he knew it was Robbie’s heat making him eager to do whatever he desired, but Scott was fairly certain Robbie could ask him to give him every penny he owned, and he’d sign away his bank accounts with a smile on his face.
“About what, love?” He placed a kiss just above his navel before leaning back to hover above the younger. Scott found this was his favorite part of Robbie’s heat, the small reprieve between the waves, when Robbie was lucid enough to have conversations with. He was just as sweet and docile as usual, but without the usual nervousness that stopped him from speaking freely.
He smiled and beckoned Scott closer, so that he could kiss him. It stayed chaste, and Robbie’s lips brushed against his as he spoke, “A story about you.”
“Hmm, me?” He questioned, “I’m afraid I’m rather boring.”
“I know that’s not true,” Robbie giggled as he placed kisses across his cheeks and nose. “Tell me about when you were a pup.”
“A child? Well, I was a brat.” He settled beside the Omega so that they were facing each other, Robbie looking up at him with nothing but adoration written across his face. Yes, it would be quite easy to love him. “I terrorized every one of my nannies. They were never mean to me though, even when I had reduced them to tears. I think they were afraid of what would happen if they made me cry. Regardless, they always quit. Or went to my father’s bed if it suited them. There was one day I was in between nannies, and I was in the gardens with my brother, Vincent. Guards were supposed to be watching us, but they weren’t doing a very good job. We were arguing because I had climbed the tree that Vinnie had wanted to climb and on my way down our argument caused me to lose my footing. I tumbled to the ground and had begun crying. I had expected the guards to come immediately, but they didn’t. Instead, this boy heard me, came to see what was going on. He took one look at my scraped knees and called me a baby.”
“He called you a baby?” Robbie seemed amused at the idea.
Scott nodded with a smile, it was a fond memory now, even if it had seemed like the end of the world in his young brain. “He did. No one had ever insulted me before. I was so angry that I stood up and pushed him hard enough that he fell. It just so happened that the guards came then, and they immediately took me, Vincent, and the boy to my father. He made me do chores with him until we learned how to be civil together. He ended up being my best friend.”
“What’s the boy’s name? Are you still friends now?”
“Hmm, I suppose we are.” Scott said thoughtfully, even though he wasn’t sure if that was true or not. “His name is Colin. I’m sure that you’ve seen him around.”
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Scott was doing some paperwork, he was thankful that his assistant was able to email him what needed his immediate attention, and he was doing it when Robbie rested. The result meant he was pretty exhausted himself, but he was consuming energy drinks regularly, so he was awake as one could be in this situation.
“Scott.” He was startled out of his thoughts when Robbie called his name, he had been so focused he hadn’t noticed the Omega waking up. He had finally dropped his title upon his insistence, and he found he quite liked when Robbie just called him his name. When he looked over he found Robbie still half asleep, looking at him through squinted eyes. “No laptop. Sleep time.”
“I don’t think the kingdom cares that it’s bedtime, love.” He smiled and reached over to run his hand through his hair, hoping it would coax him back into slumber.
“The kingdom is stupid.”
Scott laughed as sleep overtook him again, apparently having said all he needed to say.
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Robbie’s teeth dug into his flesh, the pain mingling with the feeling of his hips rolling into his, drawing a moan out of his lips. Scott had eventually caved on his no biting rule, so long as the bites weren’t anywhere near the scent glands on his neck. Robbie had happily agreed, and now his neck and shoulders were littered with bruised bites.
“O-Omega.” He whined, petulance burning in his eyes as he sat up to look at Scott, “Want you.”
“You have me, darling,” He said, pulling him down to kiss. He hoped the words would enough to placate him, but Scott recognized the stage of heat they were in from his own. Being obedient and docile hadn’t gotten him what he wanted, and Robbie was now frustrated. He would have to stamp down the temper tantrum before it truly began.
As it was, Robbie kissed him only for a moment before he was sinking his teeth into Scott’s bottom lip and pulling back with a huff. “No. Want you in me.”
Scott licked his lip as he regarded the Omega above him, the irony taste of his own blood on his tongue. He was cute, and Scott took a moment to reign in his amusement and take the situation seriously, then flipped their positions. Robbie struggled for a moment as Scott pinned his wrists, but a simple growl was enough to have him go limp beneath him.
“In you, hm?” He questioned. Hope flickered across Robbie’s face as he bared his neck. His unblemished neck, void of the marks that covered his own. Scott had been treating him like a glass doll, being careful with his actions and words, but he could see now that wasn’t what the younger craved. “Greedy,” He decided, shoving his knee between Robbie’s legs so that he had something to rut against. He leaned down then, biting down into the skin just below his jaw until he tasted blood. Robbie cried out as his orgasm shook through him, “You’ll take what I give you, Omega.”
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When Robbie’s heat finally broke, the fever that had been waging against his body subsiding and allowing him to think clearly for the first time in days, they were both beyond exhausted. They spent the next day merely laying in each other’s arms, eating filling foods and whispering sweet words to one another as they recuperated. They took a long bath together at the end of it, giving Robbie’s maids time to air the room out, and begin the process of taking down Robbie’s nest to be cleaned.
It was there, in the soapy bubbles of Robbie’s tub as they languidly kissed each other to pass the time, that Scott finally asked.
“Will you mate with me, Ms. Quarrels?”
He’d had a whole speech prepared to follow the question, but Robbie was saying yes before he could get to it, and they were kissing again, so Scott let it be for the moment. They could talk about details once they were dry.
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