Chapter Text
Part 1
He didn't mean to peel away his trousers after both of the duos had gone to bed, but he convinced himself they needed washing… it wasn't the fact that he was sure he was scenting something far more delicious on them. Like someone had dropped a few drops of expensive whiskey, the burn of a spice he couldn't name, and… black licorice. He didn't know the herb's name that caused the flavor, but he personally hated it. And if it came from an old forgotten piece of candy… Well, that was a tendency to bring in some gross company.
So when he sat on the side of the boat before dipping the pants into the water to rinse them, he scented them again. Slowly trying to find the source of the scent, it wasn't on a low pant leg where candy usually stuck, and none on his ass, but as he turned it, the right thigh caught his nose, and he shifted again. The scent of spicy black licorice drew him to the spot, and he sat huffing it for a long while until he pulled back, his brain spinning, his breath ragged. He sucked in the damp night heat, but when he tried to swallow, he noticed a collection of extra spit dripping from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it and looked at the spot again… there was no reason for it- then his memory flashed.
They needed to get across two vines; Lilly knew what to do, tugged at one, then used it to kick over easily, leading with far more of the pendulum swing left. Frank waited for her to toss it back, but when she did, it seemed to shift and did not return.
"Well, shit," Frank frowned and tugged the vine; it felt good, but there was a chance it wouldn't come back, "come here, MacGregor, I will carry you over."
"Oh, good, because I was just going to offer to stay here… " MacGregor's voice was high-pitched as he took a step back instead.
"Mac, wrong way, buddy, I got you," he gave Mac a charming smile.
"Oh… if you're sure…." MacGregor whimpered and walked to the tall, dark Alpha, then huffed a breath and stomped his foot. "You have this. You must keep going to protect her," he said under his breath, like he thought the taller male couldn't hear him. "Alright, Skipper. Take me." He said with determination and leaned up, wrapping his arms around their shoulders.
Frank stood for a long moment trying to process the sentence another way than his brain took it, but then Lilly's yell called him to him. With a nod, he grabbed their hips and pulled them close, making a run for the edge...
The moment they came over the lip, MacGregor began to scream; his legs had wrapped instantly around their thighs and waist, and he seemed to suction cup to them. Not letting go until they hand landed, and Lilly had to pry him away.
It has been quick, yet the pressure had been enough to leave some of the apparent omega's scent on his clothes. He pulled himself from his thoughts, aware now he was standing near the edge of his boat naked from the waist down with what he suspected was north, his dick pointing the way like a compass needle.
Grunting, Frank looked toward the ship's cabin and leaned to the side to try to see if anyone was emerging from below. After neither, he turned back toward the river and took hold; if he was quick, he could get some sleep in before tomorrow. He was shocked that only now had he caught the faintest whiffs.
Maybe the technology in London has progressed even further than the cars? Years in the river had nearly ruined his libido; he would realize it had been decades since his last romp, and that suited him. But now, standing hard and ready to go, heat and lust warred in his stomach.
Acting like he might be just taking a piss, he angled himself over the boat and roughly stroked at his cock, trying his best to make it quick. He closed his eyes and tried to think of a formless female, soft and supple, with wide thighs and perky breasts. Not the apparent Omega.
He chastised himself as he quickened his pace on his dick; his mind did not say on a Female, no, it straid to on the smaller male, the thought of him crying out finger opening a slick wet channel, just waiting for him to slide home… he grunted as he thought of doing just so, slick coating his thighs as he slapped into their hips until he pulled them back and closed their entrance with his knot locking them so the smaller male could nor squirm away.
Frank grunted as his seed splashed over the side of the boat. He was groaning as he pressed harder on his knot, trying to milk himself as fully as he could before what he knew would be a hell of a week. He let his loud breaths calm before he finally opened his eyes again and looked at his pants again.
He cleaned the spot and told himself he would not let the other male get that close again. He had done well not mating or bonding the past 400 years; he was not going to let one get him now. His ruts stopped over 200 years ago, and he was happy that the slight Omega didn't smell like that all the time, or his plans to get these two off the boat would be like pissing upstream. Hell, he probably wouldn't have let them on the boat.
He finished with a real piss over the side of the boat before pulling back on his pants and clambering down to his quarters, pausing only a moment to scent the room with the two sleeping guests, Lilly on one side and Mac the other. He could not pick up the same scent again; was this a sign of his age or curse, or, like he thought, technology…
He unlocked his cabin door and slid it shut behind him, falling into the hammock, his attention straying to one of the selves before he leaned forward and pulled free one of his old sketchbooks. Flipping a few of the old pages carefully, he found one of the well-worn portraits he had done, one of Agurrie… the last Omega he had taken to bed. The Spanish army had no problem promoting gender if paid enough. And their father had been wealthy enough.
He cleared his throat and flicked to the next; it was Agurrie's daughter, the one he gave him when he could not heir his wife. He had been disallowed to be in the child's life, and when he found she was sick, he had already come to terms with the fact that she would not be alive for long. He had grieved, but when Agurrie came to him, begged him to help their child… he had to.
He wiped his face and closed the book again. No, he wanted to finish this trip and, hopefully, live to continue living until the curse took him or turned him to stone like the others.
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Lily wanted him; they could make this work. Frank had not scented her brother's scent, so he figured it must have been a fluke. He truly felt for her and wanted to keep her safe. That was the same way the river felt for him. And he thought that perhaps he could take another shot at life. Even as he fought on the boat, there had been hope, and fire in his belly, a fond smile as probably not an omega punched him. He laughed, still slightly high on the thought that *maybe* they could make it, though…
And it hadn't been until the boat hit the column that he let himself accept that there was no "after this" when the vines caught him, and he could feel his body turn to stone; he wept. Four hundred years and a future just within reach.
But the first breath in his lungs, once the immense pain of the stone falling away, had to be one of the best feelings. He was able to suck in the musky wet air, and when he saw the pair, he was ecstatic. He had the second chance, and he wanted to take it. They were pulling Lilly close and kissing her deeply, the sight of their future back in his heart.
She broke the kiss and grinned as she looked over; he noticed that MacGregor was close and weeping, "You're both world enough for me," he cried and then wrapped himself around them. Frank laughed and wrapped his arm around their waist, pulling him hard into a hug; what was their future without her brother? He moved to kiss Lilly again when the sudden and intense scent from nearly a week ago hit him. He stopped and felt Mac breathing deeply against his neck, and he could scent the slick that now heated the air.
Frank cleared his throat and pulled back, pushing the shorter, now definitely an Omega, away, a short growl deep in his throat. No, he would not be drawn away; he was a loyal lover and even more loyal partner, no matter how good the now shaken and shocked younger male smelled.
"Uh, please… sorry… let me go see if I can find something in the wreckage before we leave…." MacGregor's voice was small, and he had wrapped his arms around himself, shame quick on his face as he clenched his thighs and walked backward until he reached the steps, then ran down them.
Frank's body shivered as he felt far more alive than he had in centuries; the scent of an Omega hot had him ready. Why not show Lilly a quick preview of how he was in his lifetime before?
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MacGregor was in tears by the time he reached one of his broken suitcases. The items soaked, but he found one of the many, many vials of scent and heat blockers he had strolled away. How could it have failed then?! The entire week, he had been able to keep himself as a proper male, keep his body under control. But just three seconds after, Frank was mortal again, and he was slicking his pants like a horny teen.
It answered the question as to why he had not scented the Alpha before; the curse must have taken it away…not him being just a useless scentless Omega who could smell anything other than sweat or perfume on any Alpha... he stood and began to slip down his pants and grabbed one of his wet shirts. He crouched and was about to begin to clean when his ears picked up the sound of low grunting and soft moans.
He looked up and could not see the pair, and he was thankful as he whipped at his slick, wet thighs and inner ass. Tears were rolling down his cheeks again.
How cruel could life be? Why was it now, why when he had no chance to fight for their attraction too? Why had he not tried to make a play and just sat idle while his sister and Frank flirted and fell in love? Why not try against the fact that he wasn't normal? Why not show his slight attraction and see if the other male responded? Instead, he denied himself yet again….
He finished just as he heard a loud groan, and tried not to linger on the sound of liquid hitting the floor. He tried not to let his insides twist at the thought of being whole and linked for hours as his body begs-
He shook and quickly drank the contents of the bottle, shivering when he felt the numb feeling settle in his stomach. He waited by the boat wreckage for the pair of them to come down the stairs laughing and grinning, both having the afterglow of sex. Jealousy twisted in his stomach, yet when they finally came close, he slipped on the mask of the jovial younger brother...