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Chris walked away from the squad car, denying the officer that offered to drive him home so he didn’t have to walk in the rain. She was a beta so his heat would have less of an effect on her but still, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable… he’d done enough of that tonight. He tried to shake that thought out of his mind- it wasn’t his fault! That was a stupid mentality society had put on omegas and he wouldn’t fall victim to it- he wasn’t a victim! He was basically sober now, he could go back to the bar where he’d left his vehicle and drive himself home. But he thought the walk would do him some good. The officer had warned him it could be dangerous for him out alone during these late hours especially while he was in heat but he ignored her. He wasn’t a victim and he could take care of himself, he already showed that. He didn’t mean to feel spiteful towards her when she was just being considerate but he hated the way he was treated just because he was an omega- he hated all of it.
He wasn’t even supposed to start his heat for another week or so but it had come early, it’d been somewhat unpredictable all year. His doctor said it was normal for omegas in his age range, he was the prime age to have a child so his body was being more aggressive in trying to get one. He was told over and over again that it was normal but he still hated every part of it. He hated being an omega- why couldn’t he have been born as an alpha like most of his coworkers- or even a beta? He’d be perfectly content as a beta even though he’d still have to work a little harder to prove himself, it wouldn’t be anywhere near what he had to do as an omega. And he wouldn’t have all these fucking challenges to deal with! No heats, no suppressants, no extra doctor visits, no making everyone else uncomfortable around him, no overworking himself just to be allowed to do what others were gifted, and no pregnancy bullshit! Why did his body want a baby anyway? He didn’t want a baby!
He sighed as he continued to walk, wrapping his arms around himself to retain at least a little of his warmth against the cold rain. It was an odd combination, internally he felt too hot but externally he knew the chill was spreading deeper into his skin. His clothes were soaked, his hair dripped water into his face, and his limbs were trembling. He wanted to say it was from the cold but… even if nothing happened, he was still pretty shaken. He just wanted to go home but… he also really didn’t want to be alone right now… not after that . But who could he go to? All his friends were alphas and he didn’t want to put them through his heat, even if the officer had given him a suppressant he knew it wouldn’t be enough to make his stay with anyone a casual one.
He’d have to call in work tomorrow and let his captain know he wouldn’t be in for a few days. He’d have to call his doctor too to write him a dismissal for his heat. He wanted to be home, to be safe… he didn’t have much of a nest at home though. He never really liked making one even when he found himself pulling close multiple cozy items and basically starting to build one. The familiar desire for a mate to protect him during this time was entirely unwanted. He could protect himself. He did protect himself even during this sudden heat! All of this aggression he was trying to hold onto though… it was just a distraction. Really he was feeling incredibly vulnerable. Yes, he protected himself and nothing happened… but he was still attacked. It was everything he’d never wanted to happen to him- everything he worked so hard to avoid. Of course he’d been approached plenty of times for “relief” or “fun” as others have called it- by both alphas and betas, men and women, but he’d never been attacked before. Some have gotten a little aggressive with him in their attempt to convince him to sleep with them but no one’s ever actually tried to rape him before. He handled it well enough even mostly drunk and in heat, he controlled himself and kicked the guy’s ass before calling 911 for backup. The asshole was handed off to the officer and normally he would need to go in too to give his statement and to be processed but since he was in heat he was free to get himself home. He’d still have to do all the paperwork and official stuff later but he needed to get through his heat first.
He stopped walking. He didn’t want to go home. He wanted safety and home usually was his safe place but after what he just went through… he hated how much it got to him but it really did freak him out. The thought of home didn’t bring him any relief or comfort. The thought of being home felt empty and lonely- he didn’t want to be alone. But where else could he go?
… … …
His anxiety spiked as soon as his knuckles left the door, the vibration of his knocking echoing in his bones. He waited- though he thought about running… he could still just go home. Being alone wasn’t so bad- he’d been alone pretty much his whole life. It was really late, he was probably asleep anyway. But then the lock clicked and light shined over Chris from inside as the door was pulled open. Wesker stood in the doorway with a black pair of sweatpants and a navy blue tshirt on, looking at his coworker with an irritated expectancy as he waited to hear why he had come to his apartment and woken him up this late into the night. Chris struggled for words as he battled with the sudden stinging in his eyes- he felt weak for needing to cry, maybe it hadn’t hit him until now just how much this had really gotten to him. Dealing with it on his own was one thing but having to try to explain it to someone else was just too much. His raging hormones didn’t help his mental state either and only made the desire for Wesker to take him into his arms and promise him safety that much stronger.
“Chris?” Wesker questioned as he straightened, now alerted by the state his friend was in. Then he caught it, dampened by the rain but strong once it rose passed the watery scent. Grabbing the brunet’s arm, Wesker quickly pulled him inside and looked around as if to make sure the man wasn’t followed before he shut and locked the front door. “You came here not only in the middle of the night during a downpour but in heat as well?” the blond growled at him in stern disappointment for his recklessness. He wasn’t sure why he’d dragged Chris inside- he should be taking him home where he’d be safest but it was the first thing he thought to do. In their line of work, they’d seen too much of what can happen to omegas in heat if the wrong people came across them or if the pheromones became too much for someone to resist. It wasn’t always considered rape especially if the omega ended up being the instigator, such cases were very situational and were judged accordingly but it could really cause unwanted situations. Wesker knew Chris could take care of himself but he was still at risk of doing something he didn’t actually want to while under the influence of his heat just like everyone else.
“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t know where else to go.” Chris’ voice was smaller than he’d ever heard it, shaky and desperate. The younger man quickly wiped at his cheek and then his eyes but not before the blond saw the single tear that fell from his eye. He froze and stared at his fellow officer in shock… he’d never seen Chris cry before. He’d always been so sure and so steadfast, quick to smile and even quicker to stand up for what he believed in. He was kind and determined, playful and fierce, irritating and wondrous. Now here he was standing in Wesker’s living room, shivering and drenched in rainwater, crying like he was on the verge of crumbling. Something happened. Something bad. As much as Wesker wanted to find out what it was, the first move had to be to get him home. He needed to be in his own scent right now where he could wait out his heat.
“We’ve got to get you home.” he declared as he moved to grab his things to leave but stopped when Chris lunged forward to grab his arm.
“No!” he exclaimed and when Wesker looked back at him, he saw nothing but a desperate pleading in his eyes. “I don’t… I don’t want to be alone.” the tears he’d been holding back fell then, pouring from his eyes even as he tried to stop them but he couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. “ Fuck … I hate this…” he whined, hating his biology now more than ever. He felt so out of control of himself- it was everything he hated about being born the way he was!
“Chris…” Wesker couldn’t stop staring at the man before him, this was… he didn’t know what to do about anything he was seeing. “Is it… what happened?” he had a bad feeling about what he might hear and it made his reaction to Chris’ heat worse.
“I… nothing happened … but…” he couldn’t make himself say anything more but he didn’t need to because Wesker understood. The blond’s hand gripped the other’s arm and pulled him closer until Chris crashed into him, only still standing because the older man was supporting them both. Wesker’s arms were protective as they wrapped around him, one across his shoulders and the other cradling the back of his head. The brunet could feel the other man’s heart thundering in his chest but what he wouldn’t know was that it wasn’t just from his body reacting to his heat, he was worried and on the verge of an internal panic. Wesker had never been one for physical affection or intimacy- with anyone. So in control of his sexual urges that he had trouble distinguishing between a reaction and genuine attraction, he didn’t trust either. But this was new, this was emotional… he hoped. But he wasn’t used to that either, comfort wasn’t something he was good at and he wasn’t sure if this is what Chris needed or wanted but he didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t even sure if this is what he wanted to do or if this was just his instincts wanting to get closer. He hoped not but Chris was in heat and he was definitely reacting but the worry he felt for his coworker pushed the arousal to the back of his mind so he wanted to trust this was genuine. Chris was okay, he was safe right here in his arms. But obviously Chris wasn’t okay, he wouldn’t feel the need to come here rather than go home if he was truly okay. He wouldn’t be crying if he was okay .
“You can stay as long as you need to.” his words broke down a barrier in the omega, his self doubt and false sense of being “too tough” for this shattered and he clung to Wesker.
… … …
They wound up laying together on the couch, neither of them was sure how much of this was them or how much was the heat but as long as things didn’t go any further they decided not to care. Wesker kept his arms around the younger man and had even brought them a blanket to cuddle up under- for warmth. It was for warmth. That’s not just what he told himself- it was the truth because Chris was beyond freezing. He planned on lecturing him for his dumb choice to stay out in the rain later but for now they just laid together. It was… awkward was one word for it, neither of them would want to call it uncomfortable. Wesker kept his leg bent to hide the tent in his pants but they both knew he was erect. Chris was too but he wasn’t as good at controlling himself right now, he’d turned onto his side which pressed his arousal into the blond’s thigh and he’d yet to move away. He tried to ignore it, he really did, but he was still reacting to the man’s heat more than he wanted to be.
“Wesker?” the brunet whispered in the silence between them, not wanting to break whatever was potentially keeping them together yet not together.
“Hm?” was all he was given. Wesker was staring up at the ceiling with a gaze that didn’t wander and even with his hands on him they too didn’t wander… even when Chris’ started to- just a little. It wasn’t anything that could be called sexual… but in his heat every touch or movement felt like pleasurable static electricity he wanted more of. But Wesker was obviously trying not to stir things so he was trying so hard not to as well.
“How do you do this? I mean I know I’m on suppressants but I’m in heat and we’ve been laying like this for hours.” he started and had to readjust to get more comfortable… or was he just getting closer to Wesker? He couldn’t help the small needy exhale that left him as his erection rubbed pleasantly against Wesker’s leg. He was simultaneously filled with a heated need for more of the sensation and a deep shame for this unwanted contact. He quickly covered his mouth but the hitch in Wesker’s breathing as he quickly turned his head away from him nearly made him side with this heat that having Wesker right now would be the best thing in the world. Neither of them moved away from each other but they both actively tried not to move or breathe for a minute either. It wasn’t until Wesker straightened his head again to continue staring at the ceiling that Chris felt it was okay to talk again. “Sorry.”
“You’re not giving yourself enough credit.” Wesker stated with only a slightly unsteady tone. “Instead of asking me, why don’t you ask yourself how you’re remaining in control so well?” Chris looked at him in questioning, trying to ignore how strong he looked right now. He wouldn’t give in to the need to be taken by his friend. “I’ve had an omega throw himself at me in the middle of a store because he thought he’d be fine just to run out for something he needed during his heat. He was doing well enough until I passed by and he was so taken with the need to be bred that he began stripping and begged me to take him then and there.” for the first time since they laid down together, Wesker’s gaze shifted down to meet his eye. “You’re not doing that.” they held eye contact for a long moment and Chris felt the desire getting stronger the longer he watched that flicker of need dance in the blond’s eyes. With his hand pressed to Wesker’s chest, he started to move himself closer as he tipped his head upward.
“…I want to.” he spoke the words on an exhale that passed over Wesker’s lips but before Chris could kiss him, the mouth he was trying to meet was gone. The blond tore himself away, up and over the back of the couch to put a little distance between them. His heart was thundering with conflict and all he could do was remove himself. He wanted to overtake that heat and breed Chris- bite him until he was so covered in his markings that no one would dare touch him but he wouldn’t ! He wanted to help Chris but he wasn’t sure he could do this anymore. He needed to get Chris home where he would be safe from others and from himself. “Wesker! I- I can’t… please…” the brunet cried, pulling himself up to his knees to lean over the back of the couch though the other was out of his reach.
“It’s just the heat talking Chris.” Wesker tried to reassure him without coming off as angry. It made sense that he couldn’t restrain himself anymore when-
“No… I couldn’t… stop thinking about it…” there was a hiccup to his voice now and when Wesker looked back he saw that he was crying again, his head lowered into his hands in shame. “I’m sorry… I think I’m using you…” he cried into his fists pressed harshly into his eyes. He was depressed and angry and horny and angry that he was horny. He wanted nothing more than to have sex with Wesker or at the very least touch himself but he refused. His mind was all over the place and he knew the heat was to blame but knowing that didn’t stop him from hating himself for all of this. But that was the point, he was too busy thinking of Wesker to think about what happened. At first he’d tried to stop himself from talking but now the words poured freely from him. “I can’t stop thinking about being attacked- I didn’t want to go home and be alone because I didn’t want to think about it or have my heat morph the experience into some kind of sick fap material while I was alone and thinking about it! I just couldn’t let that happen! I couldn’t go to any of my other friends and put any of this on them. I think I needed to think of someone else- not the bastard that attacked me and if something happened it would be better if it was you but I knew you could control yourself through this. I… I’m sorry Wesker but I need to think of you through this- I’m so sorry…” he lost himself to sobbing now. He wasn’t sure how long he was just sitting there crying all over again until a hand was carefully placed on his head. When he looked up at his coworker he had his head turned to the side and he wouldn’t look directly at him. There was a gradient of reds and pinks settled over his nose and cheeks that gave more color to his person than his pale complexion would normally allow.
“Don’t apologize Chris, you’re not less of a person for needing to do what you need to do to get through this. Just…” Wesker’s eyes narrowed subtly in lust as he had to pause for a moment, even covering his mouth and nose for a moment as he tried to breathe in his own scent from his hand to keep his composure. “don’t think of me to replace your attacker or you’ll ruin your good image of me. Think of me because you want to.” the words were sweet and well intended but of course it still stirred them both up. Even through his tears Chris found himself laughing at the absurdity of Wesker’s worry with this. Think of Wesker attacking him to get off? Ridiculous.
“Wesker I came to you because I knew you would never.”
… … …
Shutting his car door seemed louder than it should have. Maybe he was a little jumpy because he was… well, he was a little nervous. This wasn’t the first time he was seeing Chris after what happened, he’d come back to work last week but the brunet fluctuated between acting awkward and trying to act as though nothing happened. For the record, nothing did happen. As soon as Chris had claimed down, Wesker took him home which was one of the most tense car rides he’d ever experienced. While he was there he went ahead and grabbed Chris’ keys and went to get his vehicle from the bar and parked it in his spot at his apartment so he’d have it when he was able to leave. He tried calling him the next day to ask if he needed anything while he was stuck at home but Chris didn’t answer. Wesker figured he was likely feeling awkward but he didn’t want this to prevent them from being friends. He’d recommended Chris call his sister to help him out since he was dealing with more than just his heat and should have someone with him. He called him again two days later and finally got an answer, it seemed he did have his sister over so that eased Wesker’s mind and he left him alone.
To get Chris to stop acting up around him now, Wesker suggested they talk… there was also something he had on his mind that he wanted to discuss with him. So Wesker had arranged to go to his apartment after work. He acted like he wasn’t nervous but he was though for a very different reason than Chris likely was. Once he knocked on the door he only waited a moment before it was pulled open and his coworker motioned him in.
“Hey… so what have you been up to lately?” the brunet started awkwardly as they both settled onto opposite sides of the couch. “I heard you took a few days off work after I…” he trailed off as a light blush dusted his cheeks.
“I went into an induced rut and decided staying home was for the best.” he explained which made Chris sigh and rub his head. “Don’t.” Wesker snapped in irritation just as the brunet opened his mouth.
“Don’t what?”
“Apologize. It’s a natural biological reaction, not something you’re to blame for.” they stared each other down for a little while but Chris didn’t challenge him by apologizing anyway. “I can understand why you might feel somewhat awkward with me right now but I don’t want to keep on as we are.” Chris only pressed his lips into a strained line to stop himself from saying he was sorry. “The only thing I regret is not being able to stay with you longer but I recognize I did what I could within the limitations of our differences.” he didn’t believe him, there was just too much hatred Chris had for the way he was born… though Wesker had been putting something of a wedge in that for as long as he knew him, slowly chipping away at his toxic mentality. Even if he disagreed that causing someone he cared about that kind of discomfort and having to miss work was in fact a bad thing, he wasn’t going to argue with Wesker over a difference in opinion. For now… he’d been there before and it didn’t usually go his way. The omega raised his hands to show he wasn’t going to fight any of that so they could just move on.
“Look I’m sorry I’ve been weird with you lately, I’m just…” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he lowered the other into his lap. “I just don’t know how to feel right now… with what I said…” he trailed off and didn’t continue.
“I don’t think you said anything you should be ashamed or embarrassed about. If so, then I also said some… things.” they sat in silence for a moment, neither sure what to say.
“I won’t apologize if you won’t.” Chris concluded and the other man smirked.
“I wasn’t planning on apologizing because I still stick by what I said.” his words made the brunet blush and turn his head away. “Now that you know I hold nothing against you, will you stop acting so nervous around me?” he questioned even as he knew he was potentially going to suggest something that could break everything down again. Chris nodded so the blond returned it then sighed and crossed his arms as he prepared himself for Chris’ inevitable awkwardness. “I did want to talk something over with you and I won’t beat around the bush, I only ask that you keep an open mind to what I’m about to suggest and hear me out.” he didn’t wait for the younger man to answer and just got to the point. “I think we should become mates.” now he did pause to give Chris a moment to process that before he started on his reasoning. Chris just stared at him for seemingly a long while and the alpha had to steel himself a little more not to react to his own nerves in the tension.
“Are…” the brunet’s eyes slowly blinked a few times before they flicked around the room as if confirming his surroundings were in fact set in reality. “are you still rutting?” he asked with a disbelieving expression that made Wesker exhale in exasperation.
“I’m of sound mind, lust has nothing to do with this. I’m completely serious and-”
“Because I’m not just some… how could you just…?” Chris’ eyes were wide now and he turned away from the other man as he held his head.
“Chris you have to understand, my intentions are-”
“There are so many steps and you just skipped right to… I can’t believe…” the brunet stood and paced back and forth with an almost fearful but angry look about him.
“Chris-”
“ Mates - I know we kinda said some things while I was in heat but who the fuck do you think I am?” now he was just angry as he turned a pointedly disgusted gaze onto who he thought was his friend. “We’re not even dating Wesker! Is this what you’ve been after all this time? You think you’re the first to try something like this with me?” he’d raised his voice without meaning to but he didn’t care. Of all the people to try something dirty like this- especially this kind of long play… he never thought Wesker would be this cruel. He didn’t know exactly how to feel- he felt sad and betrayed and angry for thinking he could really have someone like Wesker in his life.
“Chris-” the blond tried to warn but he wasn’t allowed more than that.
“You know you don’t have to pretend you wanna be my mate to try and fuck me, right?” honestly Chris was kind of in his own head right now. Remembering all the times he’d been propositioned for sex in all kinds of ways before made him feel nasty and he never thought he’d be here with Wesker of all people. Yet somehow he hated this more than any of the others. “If all I was to you-”
“Chris!” Wesker finally shouted over him as he stood and grabbed the other’s arm to stop his pacing. He waited a moment for the brunet to really look at him before he spoke again with a calmer tone. “When have I ever treated you like an object?” he questioned which seemed to throw the other off with realization. “I comprehend what you must have been through as an omega proving yourself to be just as capable as everyone else but you know I’ve never cared about any of that. I’m not asking you this as an alpha and omega, I’m asking as your friend.” Chris was silently watching him, no longer angry but still suspicious. “Will you let me explain?” the brunet slowly nodded so Wesker sighed and sat back down, indicating for the other to do the same which he slowly did even if it took him a few contemplative seconds.
“Believe me, I understand the seriousness of what I’m suggesting but I’ve given it a lot of thought and believe it’s the best thing to do.” despite himself, Wesker wrung his fingers together as he tried to remember the script he formed before during his planning of this talk… but it eluded him. “I know how you feel about being an omega and having heats and I know…” he groaned quietly and turned his head away from Chris. “No, I don’t know how you feel after you were attacked- I can’t even imagine it.” his fingers were turning red with irritation under his worrying. “I don’t want you to think I’m simply doing this to have sex with you, I don’t intend for that to have any place in this arrangement. We’re not married, we’re not dating, and this isn’t me asking you out. I only want to make sure there’s as little chance of you ever getting attacked again.” slightly turning his head back to look at Chris again, he saw the brunet was still wearing that suspicious expression but there was irritation in it as well.
“I don’t need you to protect-”
“Would you shut up with that for five minutes?” the blond exclaimed before running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Not everything is about you being an omega Chris- I don’t give a damn about that! I’ve had just about enough of this toxic masculinity shit you keep prattling on about!” the younger stared at him in shock because he’d never heard him get angry like this before even when he was calling him on his bullshit. “You should know by now that I’ve never viewed you as some helpless omega that needs protecting from an alpha, I’ve always treated you as I do everyone else. I won’t deny that my alpha instincts play a role in the protectiveness I feel for you but it’s not because you’re an omega, it’s because you’re my friend.” there was a hesitant moment of silence between them and Wesker looked away first, staring down at his fingers. “I want to help you in whatever way I can and I think becoming your mate is the best way to do that.” the silence stretched on and though there was so much more he had to explain about why he thought it was a good idea, he needed a moment to calm down and figured Chris might too.
“I’m sorry Wesker…” that was all he said. That was all Chris had to say to hurt the alpha in a way he hadn’t felt before in his life. He didn’t know how to respond… he thought he was prepared for the strong possibility of Chris denying his suggestion… he thought it would be fine. The worst he could do was say no and there would be no harm, right? They could still be friends, right?
“I understand.” he finally stated to express he accepted Chris’ decision. Pushing him to his feet, the blond quickly found himself being pulled back down. He looked first to the hand that tightly gripped his then to the other man’s flustered expression.
“No, I didn’t mean- that was…” the brunet groaned and put his face into his free hand. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” he clarified which put a sudden lightness in Wesker’s chest. “It’s just… experience, you know? But you’re right, you’ve never treated me like that and… yeah, I’m sorry.” he peeked through his fingers at Wesker, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing. “I’ll hear you out but don’t expect anything from me, okay?” despite everything in the moment, Wesker found it in himself to chuckle at both of them right now trying and failing to navigate this tender situation. After a moment Chris laughed with him and it broke up the remaining tension.
… … …
He sat staring at the door from his couch, his leg bouncing with anxiety under his arms. His elbows rested atop his knees and his fingers wrung tightly together. There was such a mix of nervousness and excitement in him that he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He and Chris had talked days ago where he laid out his idea of becoming mates though there would be no strings attached. It would lessen the effects of Chris’ heats and Wesker’s ruts for themselves and, more importantly for both of their jobs and everyday lives, for others which would make things a lot easier for both of them. However, being mated to someone wasn’t strictly about sex or even laying claim to them, it was about taking physical responsibility for them. It was extremely common for mated pairs to be married first and then move on to mating as that was the higher commitment. Just as one would date someone before marrying them to ensure they’re a good pair, one would marry someone before mating to ensure it was “forever”.
Wesker understood many people placed a great deal of sentimental value in marriage but to him it was just a legal document but mating was biological. Marriage is sealed with a piece of paper and a piece of paper can end it. Mating, however, is deeper than that. It wasn’t impossible to break the mated connection, it did happen but it was difficult and something like a taboo. If you ever had two mates, you’d likely be looked down on unless there were extreme circumstances leading to your broken connection. Marriage is until death but death didn’t break the mated connection. There were some that believed that to get a new mate even if your first passed away was to doom yourself to an eternity in hell. They believed it would be better to be lonely for the rest of your life so you would get to be reunited with them in the afterlife.
Wesker didn’t believe in any of that. He never planned to marry or mate, he didn’t care for those emotional connections or the troublesome commitments that came tied with them. But for Chris… to make sure the chances of him living both of their worst fears never happened, he could handle it. There were consequences to mating as well, while heats and ruts were less severe for the individual and for others outside the pair, it was more intense for the other mate. It was a mate’s duty to ease their partner and tend to their needs. From what he understood, both heats and ruts were much shorter and easier to manage with a mate than on your own. But he assured Chris he wouldn’t be expected to do such a thing. Wesker had more than proven he could control himself during Chris’ heats- even while they were right next to each other and Chris had come onto him, he was able to stop the situation from escalating. He was sure he could manage even if the intensity was cranked up some especially since they agreed never to be in the same building let alone the same room during either event. Wesker wouldn’t have to deal with reacting much to anyone but Chris and Chris wouldn’t have to worry about anyone reacting much to him except for Wesker. It would be more than worth being extra attuned to one another. Honestly the alpha didn’t understand why more people didn’t take this practical approach to it.
He actually flinched when his doorbell finally rang and though he sprung up to answer it, he waited ten seconds before opening the door to make it appear as though he hadn’t been so eager for Chris’ arrival. It’d been days and they’d had many more talks about their “arrangement” to ensure they were on the same page. Chris had only called maybe twenty minutes ago to give the news he was done thinking about it and asked to come over. He accepted. From the sounds of it Chris had no plans of creating any kind of family either so even if their arrangement ended in some way and they broke their connection, he didn’t plan on having a second mate. But Chris wanted to keep this fake mating of theirs a secret. He was something of a public figure at times and attention was brought onto him whenever something happened in his life. He was an omega breaking the stereotypes society had grown comfortable with, he was an inspirational figure for other omega wanting to prove themselves. He wasn’t really big news, more like a local hero of sorts, though Wesker understood why it meant so much to him to motivate others like him so he tried to support him. If he thought having a fake mate would send the wrong message then he wouldn’t mind hiding it for as long as he wanted. It wasn’t like they had a relationship and Chris was ashamed of him or anything, this was just a convenient arrangement for both of them.
“Are you really sure about this?” the brunet questioned nervously as he sat with Wesker on the couch.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re still having doubts, at the very least we can wait longer while you continue to think it over.” the alpha answered, trying to sound as sure as he could. He was sure, just… nervous, for some reason.
“No, no, I already decided, I just- I’m really…” Chris stopped to take a breath.
“Nervous.” he finished and Chris gave him a sheepish look that he returned with a reassuring smile. “To be frank, I am too.” that seemed to surprise the other though it was in an over dramatic way to tease him. He only rolled his eyes at his friend’s theatrics. Then they sat in silence, neither knowing how to go about doing this. They already worked out all there was to discuss.
Wesker’s ruts weren’t that bad to deal with, they were mostly predictable, typically didn’t last more than three days, and he was usually able to identify early warning signs so he could prepare for it. Chris had an impressive amount of self control so they were both sure he would do fine with any reactions to his new mate he would have during ruts, especially because they planned to keep separated during.
Chris’ heats were longer and more unpredictable, especially lately as he was in the prime age for giving birth. Luckily that was another thing having a mate would help with, his heats would shorten and regulate which would make them easier to plan for. Most mated pairs found that heat and rut cycles even synced up which would be another benefit for them so they were isolating at the same time rather than it being two separate events.
They’d even talked a little about how they each got through their cycles, not because it had relevance to their arrangement, they were just curious about the other’s experiences dealing with something unknown to them. Chris tried to deny himself the desired release of pleasuring himself until he couldn’t anymore, that was likely where his self control came from. Wesker accepted his instincts and got himself off as much as he could to try to get it out of his system quicker. He even teasingly suggested the omega tried it next time.
“So… who goes first?” Chris asked to finally break the awkward silence, leaning forward to pick up a gauze pad from the first aid kit already out and waiting on the coffee table. The blond lightly shrugged as he watched the brunet’s hands toy with the medical equipment. Becoming mates was a bit of a messy and painful process but many reported it as being sensual and very pleasurably stimulating as well. From the research Wesker did, he’d never heard of it not ending in sex… though surely that was just because there was no reason for pairs becoming mates not to have sex during the mating process. He was sure it was a choice and not some kind of extreme reaction… either way, there was a first time for everything.
“Would you prefer to mark me first?” he asked and noticed the grateful spark in Chris’ blue eyes as he shyly nodded. It was a bit out of character for him to be acting so timid though he supposed he’d also been acting out of character lately, he chalked it up to nerves. Chris held his breath as his friend gave him a small smile, his pale eyes holding something like acceptance as he nodded to himself. It was time. Chris was so nervous- he never thought he’d ever have a mate but here he was about to mark an alpha! Typically it was the alpha that took charge in things like this with a need to dominate their partner but Wesker was being incredibly understanding of his tendency to break those norms and go about things his own way. Despite being a bit of a control freak, he was letting Chris take the lead in this. Excited adrenaline flooded his veins as the blond man rotated on the couch to turn his back, reached behind himself to grip the back of his shirt, and pulled it over his head. He was already used to Wesker’s smell but somehow right now his scent seemed stronger- almost intoxicating… he caught his fingers trailing up the other’s spine before he realized he’d moved. Instead of apologizing for the way it made Wesker’s body tremble with the stimulation, he tried to just get to it. Moving to kneel behind the blond man, he stared at his neck and suddenly felt like he had no idea what he was doing- lost and leagues out of his depth.
“Um… anywhere on the neck is fine, right?” he asked hesitantly even though he already knew the answer. It was among the many things they talked about with all of this. While placing the mark on the neck was mostly traditional, there were some biological reasons for it as well though really the mark could go almost anywhere. Chris liked breaking traditions like this but he thought they were already breaking so many… plus he wouldn’t know where else to put it- he was already struggling with just this much. It seemed like such a simple task but somehow Wesker’s skin seemed like a mystery he would never solve. There seemed to be so much space on the smooth unmarred skin- where did he put the mark? Should he go straight into it or turn his head at an angle maybe? How wide should he open his mouth to make the scar narrower or thicker? Biting into his new mate for this mark would leave a permanent scar. He was leaving a mark on Wesker that would be there for the rest of his life… his mark.
“Anywhere you want Chris.” Wesker’s voice was soothing with an amused chuckle following his words. He didn’t like being flustered but he liked to fluster Chris, he thought it was cute. And fluster Chris he did. He could choose to control where the mark went so he could hide it better or keep it out of his own sight even. It wasn’t like this was real so he could reasonably keep control of what was happening to his body but instead he was letting Chris decide just as he let him go first. The brunet’s hand never left Wesker’s skin, resting at the right side of his neck as he thought over his options. “Be sure to take your time with it, your saliva needs to get into my system and my blood needs to get into yours.” he nodded his understanding even though Wesker couldn’t see him. He leaned in but didn’t open his mouth, instead he pressed his lips to the back of the alpha’s neck right over his spine. Neither of them moved as Chris enjoyed taking in the other man’s delicious scent and even more so enjoyed the feeling of the shiver that ran through him with Chris’ every exhale that blew over his skin.
“Last chance to back out.” he warned though his tone held no resolve to stop now. He grew concerned when Wesker took a moment to respond- was he actually having second thoughts about this?
“Stop teasing and bite me Chris.” the alpha’s voice was commanding but there was a very audible note of pleading there as well. Fuck if he wasn’t turned on before, he definitely was now. The omega adjusted and bit down into the soft spot farther down the left side of his neck closer to his shoulder. It would be hidden by shirts there but still visible to himself in the mirror. He’d see it and think of Chris whenever he did. It was perfect. “Harder. You need to pierce the skin.” Wesker chided through a pained grunt. Chris thought he put enough pressure into it but apparently biting into someone was harder than it seemed. He increased the force he put into the bite until he felt Wesker’s skin give way under his teeth and warmth filled his mouth. He did it!
He didn’t let up too much, he knew he couldn’t let it stop on the surface level- he needed the scar to be deep. He tried not to pay too much attention to how tense Wesker was or the stifled grunts and pained breaths he was taking. This was his idea after all and he knew what he was getting into. The omega ran his tongue over the available surface to him, trying to give more to the fresh punctures he was still creating in the pale skin. While he was in this position leaning over Wesker’s shoulder like this, when he opened his eyes he could see down the man’s front… he was hard. A wave of need washed over him and one of his hands slid down the blond’s body though rather than grab his erection, it stopped on his thigh. Wesker had told him to stop teasing but he couldn’t help it- he was feeling too good right now. The alpha didn’t argue or stop him, in fact his hand went to Chris’ head to hold him in place on his neck like he didn’t want him to stop. He wasn’t expecting to be getting any sort of physical pleasure from doing this but he was… he wondered what it was like for Wesker but figured he would find out soon enough. He… he couldn’t wait.
Chris pulled himself away and let out a soft moan of desire when he heard Wesker’s needy grunt of disapproval at their separation. He stared at the bleeding bite mark left on his new mate- his mark. Even if it was fake, there was a deep excitement that coursed through him over what he just did. He marked Albert Wesker as his mate.