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Tom Kazansky scared Pete Mitchell since their first meeting as plebes in the Naval Academy.
Tom scared him because he was a tall blonde Omega that was just his type. Honestly he was probably the most beautiful man Pete has ever seen.
But after his Omega Mother died from Broken Bond Sickness shortly after his Beta Father died, he swore he would never risk getting together with an Omega.
Especially since Broken Bond sickness was much more likely to happen to Omega boned to Alpha, and he was "lucky" to be one.
So yes, Tom Kazansky scared Pete because he knew if he would allow himself to get seriously close to him, he might actually end up breaking the promise that he made to himself by his Mother's grave.
So Pete decided to keep his distance, or at least try.
On one hand it actually didn't start that hard, because Tom seemed to be prejudiced against Alphas, and him especially. (It hurt a little, but it was probably for the better.)
On the other hand it ended up being extremely hard, because it was the first year male Omegas were let into Annapolis, so hazing was insane.
Pete and Penny ended up having to beat up a lot of assholes.
"You know courting someone by beating up everyone that is mean to them, isn't the best strategy in normal circumstances." Penny said once. "But doing it in secret without ever letting them know you are doing it, is just an insanity. You should just invite him on a proper date or something. If you just let him get to know the real you, he would like you."
"I'm not courting Kazansky! We don't even talk unless we have to!" It didn't matter that they actually had to talk a lot, because they pretty much ended up being together in every single course, since both of them wanted to fly, and not a lot of people wanted to do any assignments or projects with Tom because he could be a bit of a dictator and perfection. Personally Pete thought it was cute, he loved how passionate about almost everything Tom was. "And I'm sure he pretty much hates my guts so much, he wouldn't want to get to know the real me."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine you're just hopelessly pinning after him, like my personal sad, short and annoying Mr. Darcy, and Tommy is definitely like Elizabeth Bennet if she was a male Omega and rich. I wish you would already skip over this whole "She is barely tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me." phrase."
Pete was fucking offended. Tom wasn't "barely tolerable"! Not to mention he was more than handsome enough to tempt anyone!
"I'm not doing that either!" He showed her his middle finger. "I told you I'm never getting together or worse bonding with an Omega. Kazansky might be the hottest man on the Earth, but he's still an Omega. I won't touch an Omega. I wouldn't risk it!"
"Pete love, you know that Broken Bond Sickness is extremely rare, and honestly you're already in love with him even if you keep lying to yourself saying you aren't." She said seriously, because she knew him too well. "And they might actually find a cure for BBS soon, medicine is constantly improving and discovering new things."
"Then I might actually consider changing my mind, until then I'll stick to other Alphas and Betas."
"You are so stupid, I don't know why I'm even friends with you."
"Fuck you too, Benjamin!"
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The thing is Pete wasn't planning on following after Tom Kazansky like a creepy stalker that day.
But that morning he could smell something weird in Tom's usual fresh snow scent, and his Alpha's instinct went insane.
Most people wouldn't be able to pick on it, but Pete knew everything about Tom's scent and all his little tells by now. Tom was smelling nervous, excited and a little confused?
Pete figured out with the recent escalating of Omega hazing, it wouldn't hurt to follow Tom from a safe distance just in case.
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Tom ended up secretly meeting Professor Hereward.
Pete felt heart-broken.
He knew that people were talking shit about Tom fucking his way into getting on the top of Hereward's courses, he also knew it wasn't true.
(Tom was extremely smart! Hereward might be prejudiced against Pete, but at least he wasn't giving Tom any shit, unlike some old Professors and Instructors. Pete would rather people were prejudiced against him, than against Tom, so he didn't care that much about Hereward picking on every single possible little thing in his assignments, to grade him worse. He still disliked Hereward because he was also a dick to Penny when he and her ended up taking his course one time.)
Pete also knew Tom had a bit of a crush on Hereward, and Hereward was an asshole, but he wasn't stupid, so he probably knew that too, so maybe with them being so close to graduation Hereward decided to make a move on Tom? It would be creepy considering Hereward was Tom's professor for four years, but also Tom was an adult, and Pete couldn't judge that much. He actually fucked one female Beta from Faculty last year, but he was never actually in any of her courses. Pete and Tom took Hereward's first course as fucking Plebes.
He ended up following Tom and Hereward in his shitty 1972 Maverick Sprint, like a fucking creeper.
The whole drive to Washington he was telling himself, he should turn around, because Tom wasn't his Omega, but fucking Alpha in him wouldn't let him.
Then they ended up passing by Washington.
Hereward ended up taking Tom to Shenandoah National Park.
Then there was no way that Pete wasn't following them all the way.
Tom was smart, but he also was extremely wealthy so he was raised in a bit of a rich bubble.
Pete wasn't sure if Tom fully realized the implications of Professor Hereward taking him alone for a hike alone deep into the forest.
So he decided to follow them, but he promised himself he wouldn't interview if Tom was into that.
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Pete fucking lost them.
They ended up getting off trail and Pete wasn't a big hiker.
First he mostly grew up in Chicago, and then ended up in San Diego, and there's too many fucking smells of nature in Forest, so somehow Pete lost Tom's beautiful fresh snow scent and Hereward's ugly coffee one.
Alpha in him was fucking screaming while he was trying to find them or at least whiff of theirs scents.
Then he heard actual screaming.
Tom's screaming.
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Pete was aware he had a bit of anger issues, but he always felt like he was still more or less in control of himself no matter the situation.
He never really lost control.
Then he saw Hereward choking Tom in the middle of that damned forest.
He lost control.
He grabbed the first thing he could, before attacking Hereward.
It was a rock.
He ended up killing Hereward with that rock.
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"Kazansky, please wake up." Pete was begging, while gently touching Tom's face. "Please, show me those generous eyes."
He already checked his pulse, so he knew he was still alive, but he was worried about Tom's beautiful brain.
"Please, Tommy." He was trying not to cry.
If Hereward caused permanent brain damage to Tom, Pete would find a way to revive him just so he could kill him again.
"Omega wake up!" Pete hated using his Alpha's voice on Tom, and he knew Tom would hate it even more, but Pete was desperate.
It worked.
Tom slowly opened his eyes.
He was confused.
"Mitchell?" Tom asked. "What's going on?"
"Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding?" Pete asked him instead, because he honestly didn't know how to answer his question. He showed Tom three fingers.
"What?" Tom blinked confused, and Pete was starting to get even more worried Tom might have suffered brain damage.
"How many fingers! Omega answer me!"
"Three." Tom's Omega instinct to follow Alpha's voice was stronger than his pride, which followed soon after. "Don't you fucking use that on me again you fucking knothead! Who do you think you are Mitchell?! You had no fucking right–"
Pete was too relieved to be offended, by getting called knothead. Tom probably wasn't brain damaged.
Not to mention Tom was right, it was considered extremely disrespectful to be using Alpha's voice on Omega that wasn't yours.
"I know, I'm sorry." Pete wouldn't do it if not for those extreme circumstances. "What do you remember?" He asked Tom.
"I was with Hereward and –" Tom suddenly noticed the body laying a few feet away from them.
Pete could tell he started to remember what happened, since he started to shiver.
Then he wet himself for a clearly second time that day, and started to cry.
"Don't look at me! Go away!" Tom screamed, but unlike him his scent couldn't lie.
He wanted comfort.
"It's fine, you're fine. I got you, now." Pete dared to hug him, and Tom didn't reject him, he even actually started to rub his face against Pete's gland on his neck trying desperately to calm himself.
Pete tried his best to release calming pheromones, even though he was actually still a bit spooked himself by everything that just took place, so it was a bit hard.
"Is he dead?" Tom asked without moving his face away from Pete's neck.
"Yes, I didn't mean to, or maybe I did, I'm not sure myself." Pete knew he might end up shooting someone while flying, but he never expected to kill someone by literally his own hands (and a rock), and then be able to see his body up so close. "I never lost myself like that but he tried to kill you, so I stopped him. I would do it again to save you." Pete said seriously.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Tom cried into Pete's neck. "I'm so fucking dumb, I thought I could trust him!"
Pete didn't need to be actively hugging Tom anymore, because Tom was the one with a dead grip on him now. Pete was almost sure that he could feel Tom's fingers digging into his back so hard, that he will have tiny bruises later. He didn't mind.
He was just trying to comfort him without touching his poor neck, and that's usually the first place you touch Omega to calm them down, so it was a bit harder.
He was using his left hand to pat Tom's beautiful hair, and he focused his right hand on Tom's lower back, when he realized that Tom's started to lean into that touch.
"It's not your fault and you're the smartest person I know, don't you ever say you're dumb again. He fooled pretty much everyone. He fooled me."
Because really, while Pete didn't really like Hereward before, if he thought for a second that Hereward was capable of doing something like this, he would call Mike everyday begging him to get him fired, until his adopted father would finally agree, if only to get him off his back.
"No, I'm just a fucking dumb Omega." Tom cried and picked up rubbing against Pete's neck with new intensity.
Before he could respond, he realized something.
Or rather smelled something.
Something extremely sweet and sour.
"Tom, you're not on heat suppressants?" He asked even though he already could tell Tom was going into stress heat.
That was bad.
That was very fucking bad.
He was an Alpha, he wasn't sure if he would be able to stop himself from going into a rut if Tom while in heat would start to put moves on him.
He needed another Omega, or at least fucking Beta!
But they were away from any official trails in the middle of fucking forest with only dead body for a company.
And clouds got so much darker so fast in the last few minutes, that everyone with a brain was probably leaving that forest anyway, trying to escape the rain that will definitely start soon.
"Of course I'm on fucking heat suppressants, I'm not that fucking dumb!" Tom got so offended he actually pulled away from Pete to glare at him.
"Well, you're going in a stress heat." Pete wasn't sure how Tom didn't realize he started slinking already, but he knew stress heats were very different from normal heats. "So you should switch whatever you're taking for something better in future. I heard Cranberries & Betas make the best ones. They are crazy expensive, but that shouldn't be the problem for you." He had to keep talking, to distract himself from what he could smell between Tom's legs.
Honestly objectively speaking the scent of stress heat Omega wasn't the best, especially mixed with the scent of urine.
But it was the scent of his Omega, and he would enjoy every scent from him, and say thank you.
Wait , his Omega?
Stop it Mitchell!
"I'm using the fucking ones from Cranberries & Betas!" Tom whined, and he turned red once he realized he was hard and slicking. "They're foolproof against any kind of heat! Unless you mix them with some–." Tom put his hands between his legs, as if to hide what was going on there from Pete. "Fuck! Whatever he drugged me with must have affected suppressants! Fuck! You should probably leave!"
"I can't leave you, you might hurt yourself."
"You're not actually ones of those people who believe Omegas lose their fucking minds during heats?" Tom got even more red in the face. "That actually only happens in cheap romances or even cheaper pornos! I can still control myself even in the heat! You are such fucking knothead that you don't give a damn about anyone else biology but your own?!" Tom didn't seem to realize he actually put his hands inside his pants in front of Pete while he was screaming about how in control of himself he was.
"Kazansky, it actually rarely happens in real life when you mix stress heat with some drugs, that's where they took that plot point from and I think it is happening to you right now! You just started masturbating in front of me. I know you would never do that if you were actually in control of yourself!"
"What?" Tom looked down. "No, no, no! Stop it!" He screamed at himself, but he didn't seem to be able to stop himself.
"Tom, I'll try my best to stop myself from going into rut, okay? But it's too dangerous to leave you. Even if I end up going into a brainless rut, my instinct will be to protect you, so it's safer if I stay, I'm sorry." He was explaining to Tom, but he could tell that before he was done, Tom already turned into a brainless horny little Omega as if he actually was from cheap porno.
Fuck.
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For a few minutes Tom was happily and shamelessly just masturbating himself in front of Pete.
Pete got very hard, once Tom took off his piss and slicked strained pants and boxers and he saw Tom's beautiful pussy and his beautiful cocklet for the first time.
And just like Pete assumed Tom kept himself shaved down there, he had a beautiful view.
Yet unlike Pete always assumed Tom's cock wasn't big.
Tom wasn't a typical Omega, and he was even extremely tall for an Omega, so Pete always assumed his cock would also be big and long, unlike with normal male Omegas who had cute little weenies that usually were shooting blanks. Somehow Tom's cock was actually even smaller than the normal male Omega's size. The moment Pete saw it he realized he probably wouldn't be able to refer to it as anything else other than cocklet.
Funny thing is Pete always imagined himself struggling to take Tom's whole dick in his mouth, if he would ever have a chance to.
Tom's actual cocklet was so small, Pete could easily fit it in his mouth together with his cute little balls, and would probably even have space left for a few marshmallows to do a chubby bunny challenge or something.
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After a few minutes of Tom laying half naked on the grass while playing with his cocklet with his right hand, and with his pussy with his left one (while giving Pete seriously the most beautiful view), Tom seemed to realize his hand wasn't enough to satisfy his hungry pussy.
He started smelling the air, clearly finding his horny Alpha's scent in the air.
Pete didn't dare to touch his dick when Tom got half naked, no matter how much he wanted to, scared to start giving even more of horny scent, but he knew Omega in heat would realize horny Alpha was just a few feet away sooner than later.
Pete knew that this would happen, the second he realized Tom was going into stress heat.
He closed his eyes.
He started counting to ten very slowly, hoping for some miracle.
Tom's horny cries started to get closer.
"Stay." He said as he opened his eyes.
Tom didn't listen, he was coming closer.
Pete couldn't really blame him. He was saying "stay", but his scent was saying "come here".
He used his Alpha's voice on Tom. "Bad Omega, Stay!"
Tom stopped but he started wailing.
Tom was scared and confused why he was a bad Omega, when he was just following his Omega instinct, and listening to Alpha's scent demand.
Pete suddenly felt that Tom was on the edge of dropping.
What the fuck.
Omega shouldn't be able to drop while being actively in heat, unless some seriously messed up drugs were involved.
He suddenly knew that he was going to have to let his instinct to take over, because going against it was actually more dangerous.
He came closer to crying Omega.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm a bad Alpha. You're a good Omega. The best Omega there is."
"Not a bad Omega?" Tom asked, and Pete wanted to kick himself, for daring to say bad Omega earlier, in order to stop himself from ending up knotting Tom if the situation escalated even further.
Omega getting knotted wasn't really dangerous. Tom pride would be extremely hurt once he would come to his senses, but nothing else.
The Omega drop was intensely dangerous. Tom could get seriously hurt.
"Not a bad Omega." Pete nodded. "Lay down for me, Baby." He said even if he wasn't sure if it wasn't how much Tom understood in his current state of mind. "Let Alpha take care off your little pussy, okay?"
Tom seemed to understand that.
He lied on the grass, and opened his legs, to present his cocklet and pussy to Pete. While Tom was clearly totally out of his mind, he still seemed to realize that a good Omega that is inviting Alpha, shouldn't be touching himself so he grabbed fist full of grass with both his hands.
He took Pete's breath away.
In this position he kind of looked like that ginger horny male Omega from the first porn Pete has ever watched.
(Only there was no dead body in that porno in the background.)
"Not a bad Omega?" Tom asked after Pete hadn't immediately reacted, and he started to get scared again. "Good Omega?"
"Good Omega." Pete nodded. "Not a bad Omega. Very good Omega."
Pete sat between Tom's legs, and Tom started to relax. "Good Omega?" He asked again.
"Good Omega. Even the best Omega." Pete said in Alpha's voice, as he gently touched both of Tom's knees.
"Best Omega?" Tom started to almost purr with excitation. "Best Omega?!"
"Yes, best Omega." Pete started to slowly make his way up Tom's leg with his right hand, while keeping the other still on his knee. "Mine, best Omega."
"Mine, best Omega!" Tom repeated. Then he made an even more excited noise when Pete's hand finally made his way to his poor little horny pussy.
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Rain started, but it didn't seem to cool off Tom's heat at all.
So for a few minutes Tom just chanted "Mine, best Omega." while Pete played with his pussy, hoping Alpha's fingers will be enough to satisfy horny Omega, while stroking his own angry dick with the other hand. His dick didn't understand why he wasn't inside that wet (not just from the rain) pussy yet.
His angry dick didn't care that Tom couldn't exactly fully consent to getting knotted at that moment.
"Knot?" Tom seemed to read his mind somehow. Apparently his fingers weren't enough.
"No knot, baby. You don't understand right but you wouldn't want to get knotted if you weren't –"
"Want!" Tom sounded close to crying again.
"No, baby. Hand only." Pete said firmly. "You like my fingers don't you?" He dipped his finger inside Tom's pussy again and touched what he realized was his most sensitive point, hoping that his hand was enough to keep Tom happy and he won't have to knot him.
(Tom would actually despise him if Pete would knot him while he was being such a brainless heat Omega.)
Tom gasped loudly, but he somehow didn't forget what he wanted. "Knot!"
"No knot." It was getting harder to deny him.
The Alpha in him was screaming to knot and bite Tom to claim him.
"Bad Omega?" Tom cried suddenly.
For a second Pete was confused. "Good Omega, Baby."
"Bad Omega, no knot! Good Omega, knot!" Tom wailed. "Bad Omega! Bad Omega!"
Pete knew he lost, he couldn't risk Tom dropping especially so far from civilization.
"Fine Baby, you win. Knot." Pete said and withdrew his fingers from Tom's pussy. "Kazansky if you end up remembering this somehow, just remember I tried." He added seriously, but Tom wasn't really listening anymore.
"Knot, knot, knot!" He was just singing happily.
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When Pete decided to knot Tom, he hadn't considered one possibility.
He knew that Tom was a rich Omega from a good house, so he knew he definitely wasn't sleeping around. But still Tom was three years older than him, so Pete was sure he had some actual sex before.
Only he hasn't, turned out Tom was actually a fucking virgin, before he ended up in that forest.
And as soon as Pete smelled that blood and he realized he just knotted a virgin Omega, his Alpha's instinct took over completely.
Pete lost control just like Tom had.
And he did something he would never do if he was in control.
He fucking bitten Tom's neck.
Pete Mitchell, whose Omega Mother died from Broken Bond Sickness, bitten an Omega's neck.
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Pete Mitchell claimed Tom Kazansky by giving him a mate bite in the middle of forest while rain was pouring, with Hereward's dead body as an only witness.
It definitely wasn't the best start of being bond mates.
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