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Carl shifted slightly against his dad’s back as his dick twitched and erupted another load deep inside him. He couldn’t help sighing at the feel of it, just like Rick couldn’t help a tired twist as his body welcomed another load of his son’s seed. He managed to give a strangled moan before going still. A smile snuck onto Carl’s face as his inner Alpha roared with his completion of the claim, and he found himself marveling at the idea of sealing three loads into his Omega thus far. But his body’s excitement was dwindling. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there knotted into Rick, but he became all the more alert at the sound of the RV door opening and closing.
The long haul of being knotted had put him into something of a stupor, where he had failed to take notice of what was happening around him. He turned his head to the door as a flutter of fear entered his heart upon the idea that someone from his pack had just walked in on him tied into his dad.
Instead of a member, it turned out to be Negan reentering the RV, smiling brightly.
“Miss me?” he asked with a cheeky grin. “Bet you didn’t even notice I was gone.”
“I uh…what were you…doing?”
“Just checking in on your sorry ass pack.” He settled himself back down on the couch. “Wanted to make sure they got themselves nice and comfortable until your knot went down in their ex-leader’s ass.”
Carl felt himself paling.
“So they…know what I did,” he muttered.
“Fuck yeah they know. Are you shitting me? I know your goddamn pack is goddamn dumb, but they got fucking ears. They heard you go through with it with the way you and prick here were singing. Their damn faces don’t show it, but I know they got off on hearing it, and they’re goddamn sorry they missed it, because it wasn’t a sight to be fucking missed.”
He leaned back in the couch, looking quite satisfied as he leered at him. Carl felt himself curl against his dad, now his Omega, as he imagined facing the others. It would be different now. His dad was now his Omega. Shame threatened to rise in his gut, yet it failed to top his overall feeling of pleasure at the moment. He grabbed Rick around the waist and snuggled into him further as he gave a light, exhausted moan. He figured the only real way to avoid any hatred from his pack was to lie and claim it hadn’t felt so good; that it was only done to save Rick’s life. Of course it was the only reason he’d done this, but after his first experience in fucking an Omega, he found he couldn’t regret what he’d done.
He shifted and discovered a noticeable difference in his dick now.
“I think, the knot went down,” he decided. He pulled away just slightly and found it to be true. His face fell a bit at having to exit that warm interior. “Yeah…it did.”
Carl pulled out completely and shaky got to his feet as he stared down at his new and first Omega. Negan gave a whistle and began applauding loudly.
“Well congra-tu-fucking-lations,” he praised. “You’re a fucking Alpha. You’re top shit now, which means Ricky here drops back down to where he fucking belongs. And from this point on, I expect you to keep him there, on hands and knees, ass raised and ready for your impressive dick.”
Carl’s cheeks went red, yet his chest puffed out. He was on a high he couldn’t come down from, but in his fuzzy mind, some moment of clarity slipped through.
“He’s…still my dad.”
“And now, he takes orders from you,” Negan added. “Boy I’d love to go back to Alexandria with your pussy pack and watch Rick take it from you again, but I got a pack of my own that needs me.”
After zipping himself up and finally pulling his eyes away from Rick, Carl turned to Negan.
“So, what happens now?”
Negan raised his brows in mock surprise.
“He’s yours now.” He clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “You put on one hell of a show, and for that I couldn’t be more thankful. Not only did you show your damn dad his place, but you gave him something he was desperately needing, and that makes you one hell of a son. Rick better be fucking thankful.”
Carl gave a light growl as he thought of telling Negan he was just thankful he hadn’t claimed him instead. But considering the losses they’d experienced that night, not to mention the fact that his dad was basically unconscious by this point, he didn’t find it to be a wise move to antagonize him.
“I meant…well…can we go?”
Negan studied him closely, all while giving him a thoughtful smile. Then he stood and crouched down before Rick. Carl balled his fingers into fists as the overwhelming need to attack him for nearing his Omega ran through his veins. It was made worse as Negan grabbed Rick’s chin and turned his face so he could get a good look at him. Rick definitely expressed an unconscious man even though he was moaning slightly.
“You know what, I think we can call it a day. I think you got Rick to understand, considering how hard you were going in his ass. But this doesn’t mean you’re off the fucking hook. I expect service from this pack, and in two weeks’ time I’ll be back for half of your shit.” Then to Carl’s utter revulsion, Negan began slowly rubbing a finger over Rick’s pouted lips. “And the next time I come, I expect another show. After today, you’re an expert, so I expect to watch you take your Omega, bare-ass naked before your pack, filling him so full that his happy ass will be popping your pups in nine months’ time.”
The thought of his dad becoming pregnant with his own sibling as well as child, sent an odd shiver down his spine. Naturally every Alpha wanted their Omegas to have their pups, so he couldn’t help imagine the idea. Then he blinked it away as he concentrated on the moment. Negan wasn’t giving the impression that he was kidding.
“Okay,” he told him quietly. He’d say anything to the man as long as it meant they could leave.
“Then it’s a damn deal,” Negan said. He then reached around Rick’s waist and hauled him up. Carl immediately panicked.
“What the hell are you doing? He’s mine!” he growled as he let his fingers sink into Negan’s arm.
“You’re not exactly tall enough to carry him to the bed are you? This is the least I can do, in gratitude for what I saw tonight.”
Carl dropped his hands and followed Negan as he carried his dad to the back. He hadn’t even bothered to pull up his boxers and pants, so his bare rear was hanging out, seeming to call to Carl.
Negan plopped him down unceremoniously onto the RV bed. Then he patted his arm and chuckled, before turning away.
“I’ll be outside, letting your pack know who the real man in charge is.”
Carl didn’t know if he meant himself or not, but at the moment he didn’t care. He pulled up a stool and sat beside his dad. His heart was starting to thump painfully against his chest. Everything was quiet now. A line had been crossed and there was no going back.
Carl took his dad’s hand and dropped his bowed head against it.
“I’m sorry dad…I’m sorry.”
There wasn’t anything else he could say. He couldn’t even imagine explaining why he’d done it. Part of him thought he could cover it up. His dad didn’t have to know. The others would understand that it was probably best to keep it a secret for his sake. He imagined his dad might lose any chance of a stable mind if he learned his own pup had claimed him. His dad wouldn’t be the same again. With Negan coming back to Alexandria, the story would be revealed anyways, but at least for the time being he could have some peace of mind. The question was if the others would follow the plan.
Carl looked at his dropped pants and quickly worked to cover him back up. He didn’t find it easy, being Rick was so much bigger, but he managed in the end. And just when he finished buckling his belt, Rick opened his eyes.
“C-carl?”
Carl froze and slowly dropped back onto his stool as he met his eyes. He was certain the guilt was showing on his face.
“Dad…are, are you okay?”
Rick blinked in tiredness and confusion as he sorted through his feelings.
“I…I think I am.” He shifted his body and hissed loudly from the movement.
“Take it easy dad. Just rest,” Carl practically begged.
“Guess Negan really knocked me out good,” he assumed as his eyes wandered to the ceiling of the RV. Then he paled and turned to him, wide-eyed. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”
“No,” Carl answered with a shake of the head.
“What about the others? He didn’t…he didn’t kill any more…” He struggled as he tried to get up, but Carl rested a hand across his chest to stop him.
“No dad. Don’t get up. He’s gone now, and everyone’s safe. We’re safe…I promise.”
Rick shut his eyes and took great peace in his words. Carl stared as he felt his heart squeeze painfully. He did not want to ruin that look by breaking the horrible news.
“I’m glad,” he finally said. He moved again and groaned. “I feel so…sore below. And I don’t know why, but…I feel full.”
Carl averted his eyes.
“You remember anything? After Negan beat you up?”
Rick stared thoughtfully at the ceiling.
“Not really.” A second later, his blue eyes were radiating with fear. “No…I…feel like…but he couldn’t have…he couldn’t have.”
“Couldn’t what…dad?” Carl asked quietly. Rick slowly turned to look at him. His eyes were asking the question since he couldn’t get his mouth to say it. “It wasn’t him dad. He didn’t, claim you.”
Rick maintained eye contact with Carl who knew there was no fooling an Omega. If there was one thing he knew about claiming before being taught by Negan, it was that a claim could be acknowledged in the Omega’s very core. All Carl had to do was confirm what he’d done. Already Carl could see his dad fighting a submissive look as he stared at him, waiting.
He dropped his head and sighed.
“I did.”
Pure silence followed.
Scared, Carl looked at him again, but Rick couldn’t stare back any longer. His eyes shut slowly as if he had just died. Carl wanted to say more. He wanted to explain the details of his reason for claiming him; how Negan had told him how to do it; how, despite the situation, it had given him pleasure and he hoped in return he had at least managed to experience pleasure as well after such a painful night.
Rick’s expression of pain clarified what their future would hold. Their relationship was forever changed now that he was his own dad’s Alpha, and it was clear Rick couldn’t process it. He gave a whine of grief as if Carl had admitted to murdering an innocent man.
In the end, he could only express it in a simple sentence. One that expressed his overall feelings on his decision. Carl grabbed his hand again as he looked at him.
“I did it to save you dad, and I’d do it again if I had to.”