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So Smart, Those Boys Part 4

Knock, Knock.

Two knuckle taps at the door.

“John?” Sherlock called out as he tied his rode tightly around him. He has only thrown on a pair of tight black briefs and a pair of socks. He always wore socks in the winter, he had to.

He walked to the door and waited for an answer. The floor creaked as the person shifted back and forth for a moment before answering.

“Um… Yeah. Yeah Sherlock it’s me.” John said through the door and Sherlock breathed deeply.

Please don’t punch me. I actually like you. Sherlock thought as he opened the door.

John’s mouth dried as the door opened to reveal the pale man.

Skin. All he saw was skin. Porcelain skin, glowing and clean and he smelled something so distinct it had to just be the smell of the man. Cigarettes and something chemically and above it all was something chocolatey like cocoa butter.

Good lord… unfair. Please don’t kick me out. I fucking adore you. John thought and stepped forward. Sherlock stepped aside and looked at the floor.

He felt so heavy. Nervous. So nervous. His heart was racing and he felt cold but sweaty, all clammy.

“I feel a bit overdressed.” John said and smiled. He sensed Sherlocks anxiety so he tried to lighten the mood a bit. He looked around as he took off his coat and his shoes. Sherlock smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I didn’t know what to put on after I showered…” Sherlock mumbled out quietly. He hoped he hadn’t done something wrong already. By the look of John’s rosy cheeks and razor sharp gaze, he was guessing he didn’t.

“You look… delicious. Absolutely ruinable.” John said in a low grumbly voice as he stepped up to cup Sherlock’s jaw and bring his head down so their lips could meet for the first time.

Sherlock melted and pressed his lips against John’s.

So many things sfasted into his mind at once. Strawberry chapstick, warm, so warm, soft yet rough, so warm.

Sherlock opened his eyes when they pulled apart. John’s cheeks were red and his hand had fallen down to touch Sherlock’s elbow.

“Shirt off. Now.” Sherlock breathed out as he looked down at John’s sweater and button up. He needed to get under them. Down to his skin. Warm skin. Sherlock could almost imagine what the older man looked like underneath the layers. Stocky and muscular and tanned. Manly. Oh so manly.

John smiled and pulled his sweater up over his head. As soon as it was off Sherlock started to guide him to his bedroom.

John unbuttoned his flannel as Sherlock pulled him by the elbow to the other room. John was on the last one when he stopped and looked around the room.

Are those? Are those bullet holes? John wondered as he stared at the nearly two dozen black holes in the room that had spray paint around them. The rest of the room was so normal. Silk sheets and matching pillowcases, coats hanging from hooks on the back of the door, laundry basket in the corner, closed closet doors, a bookcase overflowing with books. But in the walls…

“I… I don’t have one. I don’t have one anymore.” Sherlock mumbled when he noticed the air changing around John. The way his eyes widened and his mouth fell open and the slight uneasy tension in his shoulders.

It was embarrassing though. The scars from a bad time in his life that are still permanent in his walls. John turned and looked confusingly at him.

What in bloody hell happened here? John wondered and looked at the other man.

“I’m not a murderer, John. I don’t have a gun. I won’t hurt you…” Sherlock said and stepped closer and ran his hand from a collarbone down across his hairless slightly tan chest and lower across his stomach.

So strong. Smooth and warm and perfect. So perfect. Strong warm body. Sherlock thought as John sighed and looked up at him.

Please don’t murder me, you’re so hot. John thought and undid the last button and shrugged the flannel off. Sherlock pressed his closed lips back to John’s and let his hands roam a bit.

Sherlock pulled back to breathe heavily and looked down at where John’s hands were down at his sides. He smiled and ran kisses from the other’s lips across his cheek to whisper in his ear.

“I thought you said ruinable.” Sherlock whispered, pulled back to stare down at John in the most bratty way he could muster.

Something flashed in John’s eyes. Something wild, sharp. Pure young hunger for a good rough shag.

John moved forward and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall open. He shoved the center of Sherlock’s chest. The curly haired boy allowed himself to be shoved, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Ruinable.” John said and straddled Sherlock on the bed, harshly pressing their lips together for a moment before pulling back.

“Destroyable.” He said with a smirk as he kissed Sherlock again but this time prying his lips open. Sherlock easily let John lick in his mouth and tried his best to keep up with the older man’s harsh fast pace. John pulled back, sucking on the younger’s tongue and stared at the now panting boy.

Sherlock’s mind was hazing out, all the thoughts quieting. He focused on the feeling of John’s sturdy, dense weight on his lap, the sensation of John’s burning hot tongue licking across his and around his teeth and cheeks, the way his lips were rough on his but the silkiness of his tongue contrasted. Sherlock couldn’t even think of something witty or clever to say. He could only think of how it all felt.

He moved his hands to sit on the blonde’s hips. There were miles of warm tan skin right in front of him and he couldn’t even handle it all.

“Wreckable.” John whispered against Sherlock’s open lips as he untied the knot holding the silk robe closed. He ran his hands from Sherlock’s skinny stomach, over the slight bumps of his ribcage, across his flat chest, to his shoulders. The brunette let the robe fall behind him, leaving him bare except for his socks and his briefs.

John looked down at his body. Something hung up in his chest. He gently ran his hands down Sherlock’s torso again.

So thin… so pale… Flashed through John’s mind as he looked at the nearly paper white colored skin and concave stomach and ribs that showed through the other’s stomach.

John was staring. John was going to find his body unattractive and leave. John was going to… to think he was gross. Sherlock looked to the side and moved his arms to wrap around his middle.

John smiled at the cute shyness. He did make a mental note that if they decided to actually be together he’d remind Sherlock to eat more often. A little tummy pooch never hurt anyone.

“Loveable” He said had pulled Sherlock’s arms away from his stomach and scooted so their chests were pressed together. He gently cradled the other’s jaw with his hands and kissed him.

Slowly they melted together, John sitting down so all his weight was on Sherlock’s lap and Sherlock finally letting himself relax and be kissed. Their tongues tangled together as Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and let his hands splay across the tan shoulders.

Sherlock pulled to get even closer but when John winced he let go and dropped his hands, pulling away from the kiss.

“I hur-” Sherlock tried to say but John shushed him.

“You didn't hurt me. I just have an old scar that’s still tender. Come on, back to this.” John said and went back to kissing. Sherlock kept his hands lower on John’s back.

When John moved his hands up to tangle in Sherlock’s hair, the younger in response shoved his hands under the waistbands of John’s trousers and pants.

“Ravangable.” John said as he pulled back and slid off the other’s lap. He made quick work of kicking off his trousers, socks slipping off along with them. He stood in front of Sherlock in his tight red underwear.

Sherlock stared at him and clenched and unclenched his hands. John was… built. Strong arms, dense muscles covering his body, smooth chest yet fuzzy thighs, and a soft tan that covered him all but what looked like what would be covered by short shorts. Sherlock wanted to just… touch. He wanted to rip those stupid underwear off and touch and rub and sit on just everything. He wanted to touch and feel every muscle. He needed .

Without noticing his staring and scanning, Sherlock’s mouth had opened a bit. John smirked and wiggled his hips and bit and watched the way Sherlock focused in on the motion.

“And very, very fuckable.” John said Sherlock looked back up at his eyes. John smirked down at him and looked at the pillows. Sherlock got the message and backed up so his head was on the pillows.

John looked him up and down. Seeing him all stretched out was something else. Beautiful long legs, silky skin, and a mop of curly dark hair. He looked like a doll. Something made from porcelain or clay, molded by hand. A perfect art doll crafted by hand.

John crawled to sit on Sherlock’s knees. Sherlock’s eyes were fogged and his lips were parted and panting.

John ran his hands up and down Sherlock’s thighs. His skin was cool, almost clammy under John’s warm hands. The blonde reached forward and rubbed at the waist of the black underwear hugging the boney hips. There was a large noticeable bulge pushing the front of them up. He rubbed one hand over Sherlock’s bulge while the other moved to hold himself up.

Sherlock pushed his hips into the bed, away from John’s hand. John moved his hand back up to rest on his hip. He sat up and looked at Sherlock. He raised one eyebrow and cocked his head in question.

Why isn’t he rubbing up into my hand? John wondered as he looked at Sherlock's uncomfortable face.

“Um… I don’t really um I don’t…” Sherlock stuttered and pulled away to sit up. John sat on his haunches and laid his hands in his lap.

“You don’t want to?” John asked in the most non judgemental way he could manage. Sherlock’s head whipped up to look at John.

“No! No I do! I wanna do it really, really badly!” Sherlock explained and shook his hands around in front of him. John smiled and giggled a little bit. His cock was still pressing against his red underwear and he kept moving his hips trying to make himself a bit comfortable.

“What’s wrong then? Am I being too dominant? You can shove me down too if you’d like.” John offered with a smile. Sherlock looked into his eyes.

Pretty eyes. Kind eyes. Tell the truth and let him have you. Sherlock thought before swallowing and looking down at his feet that sat in front of John.

Sherlock looked down and then back up.

“I don’t like being touched on my front. I just… I don’t like touching it.” Sherlock said. Anxiety started to pinch in his chest. Should he have just said he was a bottom? But John seemed like a generous lover and would have given him a reach around or something.

John nodded and looked over at the bedside drawers. Plain dark wood with a lamp and a file folder on top. Maybe it’s a gender thing or something. Skirts, no dick… touching. Whatever. Too good of a guy… and ass… to leave plus why would I care. I’ll just… make it up in other ways.

“Well Sherlock, what do you want to do? I’m good with anything. If you wanna do something or cuddle or watch a movie and eat take out, that’d all be… nice.” John said and moved so he was sitting criss-cross. The position change made the fabric that covered his crotch looser, which was appreciated even when his erection was starting to flag.

Sherlock took a big breath and pushed himself forward so he was on his hands and knees, facing John.

“I’d rather you let me see what’s going to be pounding me through the bed.” He said in a low tone. His eyes shone through the curls hovering over his forehead. John looked down at him and smiled.

“Go right ahead, doll.” John said and leaned back so his arms were straight beside him and behind him, holding himself up by his palms.

Sherlock looked at him for a moment, his eyes losing focus for a second and his lips falling open a bit. John watched as sherlocks back dipped and arched.

“You like being called that don’t you?” John whispered and watched as sherlocks big pale hands moved closer to John’s hips Sherlock brought himself closer to John and moved to straddle John’s knees.

“Yes.” Sherlock said and pressed his lips against John’s. He opened his mouth and licked the seam of John’s. But the shorter man pulled back to kiss and whisper across sherlocks neck.

“Yeah, I could tell. You like being called doll. What about princess? Hmm?” John questioned as he sucked on the side of sherlocks pale neck. He wanted a bloom of purple to be there. Sherlock wore scarves anyway.

The younger moaned and lifted his hands like he wanted to grab John’s shoulders.

“Yes. Yeah I like. I like that.” Sherlock whimpered and quickly shoved his hands down John’s pants. He used one to pull the offending fabric away and the other to grasp his base.

John bucked up and groaned, pulling his head up to kiss sherlocks lips.

Sherlock opened his mouth and savored the way John’s movements became scattered. Needy almost.

John picked around his mouth and thrusted up into his hand.

“Fuck Sherl…. Lemme take em off.” John said into sherlocks mouth. Sherlock looked down and saw that John’s thighs were trying to spread but the underwear was blocking the way.

“How much do you like these underwear?” Sherlock asked as he looked down at the red fabric. Absolutely hideous. He loved it though because it was so John .

John panted, Sherlock still holding him.

John looked confused for a moment.

“I don’t know. I wear the same kin- Oh!” John shouted as Sherlock grabbed the side of John’s underwear and ripped them. Sherlock smiled and pushed the red fabric down. His cock throbbed where it was still trapped in his black underwear.

“You’re feisty, princess. It’s cute.” John whispered and shoved his useless underwear down so he could kick them off.

“Sherlock leaned forward and sucked John’s tongue into his mouth for a moment before revenging John’s mouth.

He slide his hand up John’s thigh as his other stroked up and down John’s cock. Sherlock felt an odd sensation of deja vu as he stroked John. He pulled back and looked down.

He could help but giggle a bit as he looked at John’s dick.

John felt panic start in his chest as he heard soft giggle emanate from the brunette.

“What? Is there something wrong?” He questioned and tried not to sound too self conscious. Sherlock looked up, smiling.

“I like your dick John. Lemme show you mine.” Sherlock said and waggled John’s cock a bit. John let out the deep breath that he’d been holding in.

Sherlock was gonna show him his dick. Naked Sherlock …

John however was incredibly confused when Sherlock bent backwards and opened his bedside. He pulled out a bottle of lube, a condom and something he hid behind his back. He tossed the lube and condom at John and sat up with one arm behind his back.

“I thought…?” John said and trailed off, he stared at sherlocks smiling face.

‘What an odd man. Never know what he’s going to do…’ John thought. There was something annoying about it but yet so… compelling. Like he wouldn’t trade anything for the world for the oddity of sherlocks moods or behaviors.

“I said I’d show you mine. You have your dick. Well I do too.” Sherlock said and giggled as he held out a blue swirl patterned silicone dildo that looked almost identical to John’s own prick.

John looked at it in confusion before breaking out laughing. Sherlock laughed too and the dildo woggled around in his hand.

“It’s the same one! Alien twin!” Sherlock laughed and put the dildo next to John’s prick. It was softer than John but yes, it was just about identical length and girth. Though John’s had a more prominent vein and crown but it was close enough.

John’s laugher boiled down to giggles and he took a hold of the faux cock.

He looked at it for a moment before looking a Sherlock with a dark gaze.

“Is this what you do? You don’t do relationships, you come here and do yourself over on a blue alien prick?” John asked and stared into sherlocks eyes.

Sherlock blushed and looked to the side.

“Yeah… i won’t ask if it’s weird. You’re the one naked in my bed. You signed up for weird, John Watson.” Sherlock said and shyly smiled but kept his eyes at a certain spot on the floor.

“I did indeed. I think I’d like to see you screw your self over one day though. But for now…” John said and pushed Sherlock onto his back on the bed and pulled his legs up and got between his thighs.

“I’d like to show you the real thing.” John said as he threw sherlocks long lanky legs over his shoulders. He reached back and grabbed the condom and small tube of lube.

“You don’t need to do much. I got a bit carried away in the bath.” Sherlock whispered as he watched John kiss from his ankle to his knee. It felt amazing, like sparks each time John’s lips made contact.

John smiled and sucked on the inside of sherlocks knee.

“Next time I’ll do it for you. Id take my time and lay you out.” John said and pulled the black fabric of sherlocks pants up along his legs, uncovering his cock.

John was almost surprised. Sherlock was… kinda hung. At least nine inches, not exactly thin but not thick, and such a pretty pink color. Not like John’s own desperate red.

‘Like that pink quarts that girl gave me’ John thought as he spread Sherlock’s legs around his hips now.

“Maybe eat you out a little bit.” John whispered as he squeezed lube onto two of his fingers. He ran them around sherlocks hole as he moaned.

“Yeah. Yeah that would be good.” Sherlock stuttered out. Finally the confident and brilliant mask was falling away from him. He moaned and grabbed at the sheet below him. John leaned down to kiss around sherlocks neck, causing the younger to moan and tense. John continued to circle his fingers.

“Yeah I know Princess. I know it would be good. I know you’d be so loud.” John whispered. He pushed in two of his fingers and sucked on one of Sherlock’s small pink nipples at the same time.

Sherlock cried out and bucked. He shoved his hands into John’s short blonde hair.

John took it as a good sign and continued to suck and lick at sherlocks nipple.

“Oh John~” Sherlock moaned out between gasps and ragged breaths.

‘He’s gonna be the death of me’ they thought at the same time.

Sherlock because John pushed his fingers right into his spot. The spot that made him throb, made him feel electric.

And John because… good lord he could have cum. The way sherlocks usually deep voice pitched up all high, the way his thighs shook, the way his hole clenched up, the way he everythinged.

Sherlock was getting fed up of waiting. No more waiting. It was time for action.

“God damnit!” Sherlock shouted and in an instant John was on his back and Sherlock was reaching behind himself.

“Desperate now Princess?” John asked breathlessly as he grabbed sherlocks hips.

Sherlock smiled and grapes John’s cock. The tip kissed his hole for a moment before he slowly sank down.

Oh it’s good. Sherlock though. So good. So usual but yet so much better. Thick and solid and warm and just perfect.

Sherlocks breathes turn ragged and more gasping as each inch slid in.

His brain felt so quite. All he could think about was how wonderful it felt to feel John’s skin. The tickling from the hairs on John’s thighs just added to the sensations.

Sherlock felt so light. So quiet and light and free. So free from his own mind.

So warm. It was all so warm.

So thick and warm and wonderful.

“Princess? Sherlock? Sherlock. Are you alright?” John said as he rubbed his thumbs deeper and deeper into sherlocks milky skin. The younger man was panting and whining and looked so out of it.

“I love you.” Sherlock said as he looked down. His eyes were teary and sparkling. So beautiful. His pupils were blown wide and he looked so dazed.

John stared up at him.

‘Do not say it back. You’ve known him for like a week-‘

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Is all John could think to say in that moment.

Sherlock was tight and warm and so wet. So slick inside he must’ve filled himself with lube. His hair was an ungodly mess and his skin, oh his skin. Purple blooming from where John had sucked. His nipples, puffy and pink, looked like art on his flat chest.

Sherlocks hands rested on John’s chest. They curled, bitten nailed scratched down his pecs.

“More. Please more.” Sherlock whispered and looked back up to the ceiling.

John swallowed. He’d never met a man so… peculiar yet so fucking fuckable .

John lifted his knees so his feet where flat on the bed and rubbed up sherlocks sides once before grabbing roughly onto his hips.

“I’ll give you more than enough, Princess.”

To say the least, John decided to pack his things and move into 221b Baker Street.

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So Smart, Those Boys Part 3

“Um… is John around? Does he work here? John Watson?” Sherlock asked the woman behind the counter once he had looked around the entire store. She looked incredibly bored and incredibly already over it. She looks like she’s younger than him though. High schooler probably.

“He’s out back. He said someone would come by. Just walk through that employee’s only door.” She said like it exhausted her. Sherlock smiled and quickly walked out the door and looked around. Sure enough there was John Watson bundled up in his flannel button down, sweater, and heavy black coat. He still had on his jeans and work boots from earlier. He was sitting by a few silver metal bins on some stacked up crates.

“John.” Sherlock said and smiled. He walked over and sat down next to the blonde. John smiled and looked him up and down. His eyebrows scrunched up for a moment but he kept smiling.

He had noticed Sherlock changed clothes. Sherlock didn’t really wear pants. He didn’t like the way they made him feel. Constricted and suffocating and all wrapped up. It was overwhelming at times. He had dawned a pair of thick black straight leg trousers instead of his skirt and he had thrown on his long coat.

“That’s a nice coat, Sherl. Makes you look even taller.” John said and laughed, side-eyeing the other boy who blushed and smiled.

Oh my god… a nickname. A nickname that isn’t either an insult or a slur. Sherlock thought as his heart hammered against his chest. Sherlock reached into the side of the coat and pulled out two foil wrapped parcels.

“I got you just a plain pastrami on rye. I… I don’t know what you eat yet.” Sherlock explained and handed John the thicker one of the two. He had ordered himself a plain ham sandwich on white bread. He never got anything else. He doesn’t like trying new things.

“Oh~ I like pastrami. It’s nice all the time but a nice hot sandwich is good. Thank you, it was really sweet of you to bring to me.” John said before digging into the steaming sandwich. Sherlock bit into his own and looked around. Tag, left handed, teenager, wanna be gangster, american, piss, literal piss.

“Where do you live?” Sherlock asked between his bites. While John had been focused on the heavenly sandwich he was eating, Sherlock had been thinking. John chewed and covered his mouth with his hand.

“On my friend’s Greg’s couch. I just gotta get more hours and I can afford rent somewhere.” John explained. His hours at the store had been cut three times in the last four months. He couldn’t afford rent in the place he had been staying so Greg had been letting him sleep on his couch.

Sherlock nodded. John Watson a couch hopper? No, no, no. He can split my rent and sleep with me in my bed in my as- in the upstairs bedroom. At least maybe. If he wants to. I could clean up some… I mean it’s not like my lad at home but my papers and and

“Do you wanna sleep over at my flat?” Sherlock asked quickly. He bit into his sandwich again and seemed to become incredibly interested in a rock by his foot. John however almost spit out his food.

Is this for sex or for friendship? Sex? Friends? I thought Sherlock didn’t have friends? Why would he ask? Wait… either way I get a bed. And maybe get laid by the cutest guy… Better than hearing Greg jack off again.

“Yeah. Yeah that would be good. Good. I get off at eight. What’s your address? Baker Street wasn’t it?” John asked. Sherlock’s eyes widened and he smiled down at the pebble he’d been toeing at.

First part done. He’ll come. And then maybe he’ll cum. Jesus couldn’t I’ve thought of something better than that? Sherlock mental scolded himself. He’d noticed himself acting more… well his age. Eighteen and sexually frustrated, attracted. Having a crush. He’d never allowed himself to feel such a way before. But John… John is something else.

“221b Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson lives down stairs but she won’t bother you much. I’ve… I’ve got an extra bed. … If you want to sleep there.” Sherlock said and finished his sandwich. John smiled and ate in silence till he was done.

“Sherlock, where else would I sleep other than the spare bed?” John said, fishing. He was fishing for something and he knew he’d hooked Sherlock by the way the brunette bit his lip.

“It’s a small bed. I’ve got a much bigger one in my room. Though if you sleep there…” Sherlock said and looked over at John. He looked John up and down. John in turn looked at Sherlock and down at his watch. His break was over but a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

“If I sleep there, what?” John asked and stood up, moving to stand in front of the other boy. Sherlock looked up at John and it almost, almost made John pause. The way his lashes looked so delicate from this angle, the way the street light made all the sharp lines of his face razor like. It all made him look so… deadly. Like the glint of a knife blade.

“I might end up with tousled hair?” John said in a low quiet voice and pulled one of Sherlock’s curls and watched it spring back.

I sure fucking hope he isn’t actually a murderer. I’m gonna get my ass killed in a bloody alleyway. John thought to himself but kept his well practiced confidence up front.

Sherlock stared right back at him but didn’t make a move to stand or shove the other away. Instead he stared into John’s eyes like he was reading his soul. Like he knew exactly what John was thinking.

I’m glad he can’t see how hard I am right now. Jesus bloody on a crisp, he’s hot. Oh shove me down and make me choke… Sherlock thought as John stood commandingly over him. He felt so small and weak compared to the solid body in front of him. Like a bunny in the presence of a bear. He breathed slowly and watched John’s eyes. The beautiful blue made him throb in his trousers.

“That I might end up needing a shower?” John said in that low voice again and bent down so his face was only inches away from the brunette’s. John stared back at those diamond droplet eyes. Crystals. Gleaming and stunning.Now that he was looking at them up close though… He could see something. Something crazed, barely contained. Something uncontrollable, not like a storm, but rather like a hunger for something unattainable. A million... somethings firing all at once.

Sherlock stared right back. It took so much self restraint to not fidget. To not adjust himself so that his prick wasn’t lying directly on the seam of his briefs. So much was going through his mind that he didn’t notice John standing back up.

“Well, Sherlock Holmes, I think I’ll see you tonight. I think I’ll need to see if what they say about you is true or not. I’ve already taken a long break so I have to get back to work. I’ll get a cab to your place. Bye Sherlock.” John said and straightened his jacket and dusted off his bum. Sherlock swallowed and was about to speak when John leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Do. Not. Start. Crying. Sherlock told himself and waved absently at John as he walked back through the door. Sherlock was dazed. Innuendo? Invitation? Kiss? Kiss?? Kiss? John Hamish Watson kissed my forehead.

Sherlock thought as he walked through the ally to the road and down the sidewalk. He didn’t even know where he was just walking. Second nature, his feet talking him home while his mind wandered.

He’s coming to my flat. It worked? It worked. John is comi ng to my house and expecting sex. Sex. Sex with John Watson… I need to prepare. Lube. Condom. I need to clean out. I need to change the sheets. I need to put towels by the bed. Will he put his in me? Will he want mine in him? I don’t like it when people touch mine. Will he let me touch him? Will he want to touch me? Will he be gentle…

His mind kept thinking more and more as he opened his door and went to his bedroom and stripped. He got in the bath and started his ritual preparation.

In the convenience store John was doing a happy dance and drinking a Gatorade. He had a smile plastered on his face. The anxiety of not knowing how it was going to go was being drowned out by the fact that he was going to go sleep with Sherlock Holmes. He was going to kiss and touch and rub and fuck Sherlock Holmes. Tonight. In a few hours. It was going to be a night to remember…

Hopefully in a good way.

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So Smart, Those Boys Part 2

“Hi John~” Sherlock said as he plopped down in his seat next to John. He’d made up his mind on what he was going to do, hand down his trousers last night he’d plotted a plan. He would ‘ get in’ John’s pants before the academic year ended.

John, who was talking to some boys in varsity jackets, jumped and looked back. He was surprised as he didn’t hear the other boy walk up to him. One of the boys made a face at Sherlock but the genius just smirked and looked at John with a soft smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I wore my boots today and they’re so quiet on the tile.” Sherlock said and ran the toe of one of his black desert boots over the laces of John’s own brown work boot.

John blushed and cleared his throat before looking back at his friends.

“It’s… fine, Sherlock. I was just talking to my friends Greg, and Phillip. Greg this is-“ John said and looked between his friends. The other boy, Anderson, cut him off with a disgusted voice.

“Freak.” Anderson said and made a stink face. He was staring at Sherlock’s white shirt neck, where the last two buttons weren’t done up. Sherlock had on a dark red v-neck underneath, matching the ankle length heavy wool skirt that he’d chosen to wear.

“Anderson.” Sherlock answered back shortly. He reached to touch John’s upper arm. He swirled his finger around the nice pattern of John’s sweater. He ran his finger on the bumps and dips of the pattern and admired the soft color.

“We know each other, John.” Sherlock said and looked at John, a sweet look on his face, a sweet little smile. Like he hadn’t just been called a freak. John looked confused for a moment. Anderson had sounded so… mean but Sherlock looks so… oh so kissable. John thought and looked from where Sherlock’s wrist was exposed under his button up sleeve to his face where it rested against his fist.

‘ What a kissable face ’ though Sherlock as he took in John’s features. The slight blush, the chapped lips, pink nose, soft eyes. Eye fucking, is what people call this. Sherlock thought as he and John looked over each other. Unfortunately someone had to completely ruin the moment.

“John, why did you let him sit next to you? You know he’s a freak. Psychopath, serial killer, gets-off-on-death kind of freak. You know he’s one of the tweakers. Arrested for it last ye-“ Anderson rambled and accused as Sherlock traced his finger up from John’s arm to twirl and play with the short blonde hair. Ignoring Anderson usually worked to make him shut up, so he kept admiring and taking in John’s features. He found that John had quite cute ears. Round and small.

John was short circuiting as he felt Sherlock’s slender fingers gently touched his head and ear. John cut the other boy off, he hadn’t understood a thing he’d said since Sherlock had started playing with his hair.

“Uh huh cool anyway, bye Anderson. See you at pep club later.” John said and looked dazed at another table in the room. Completely zonked out by the slow rhythmic touches. Twirl of hair, tracing down the back of his ear, gentle feel of his earlobe, back up the shell of his ear, repeat.

“Bye, John. I’ll see you later. See you later too, Sherlock.” Greg said and patted John’s shoulder, pulling him out of his daze. Sherlock nodded but didn’t stop or look up. John smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, see you later.” John said and turned back to Sherlock to ask Why are you caressing my ear? But the brunette spoke first.

“You have such nice hair. It’s so pretty and soft. Your ears are cute too, like the rest of your face.” Sherlock said and smiled as he continued to play with John’s hair and ear.

John smiled, cheeks pinking up with a cute blush as got his note taking supplies out. Sherlock noted that he got out the same green sparkly mechanical pencil. He looked down at the blank paper and took a deep breath.

“Thank you. I think your hair is also nice. It’s pretty too, so curly and shiny.” John said quickly and turned to the other boy. He stared at Sherlock’s face for a second before reaching out and pulling the end of one Sherlock's curls and watched it spring back.

John looked almost scared of Sherlock’s response as he kept his eyes on the curl that he’d just pulled.

Sherlock looked shocked for a moment. No one just… touched him. No one… Did John just sproing my hair? Sherlock let the realization hit him and soon a smile creeped up to the surface. A blush powdered his cheeks and he looked down giggling.

John giggled and bit and relaxed, letting out a breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding in.

“Thank you! You’re so sweet John. What’re your other classes for today?” Sherlock said and looked at the clock. There were only a few more minutes left till lecture started.

He really wanted to spend some more time with John. Being around him made something lighten and lift from his chest. Like layers getting peeled away, a knot getting loosened.

“Um today I’ve got this then four solid hours and then I’m done for today. I only take morning classes. I work at the convenience store on West Elm at five. I’ve got like two hours free.” John said and got ready to take notes, straightening his notebook and clicking the lead to his pencil. Sherlock hummed and pulled out a large book.

“Well I live on Baker Street. I have full classes until four and then I go down to the police station for about an hour and then I just go home. Maybe I can come bother you at work. Stare at you creepily or something.” Sherlock said after he flicked his eyes away to look at his book. He tried to fake calm and aloofness but the smile still peaked through.

John blushed as his heart started to thump against his chest.

“Oh... well um if you want to. I take my break at about six thirty. That is if you wanna hang out or something...” John said and flicked his eyes around.

Sherlock stared down at his book cover. John wanted to hang out. John wanted to hang out outside of class. Sherlock felt like he couldn’t breathe. His heart hammered against his chest and he couldn’t control the smile that washed across his face.

“I could maybe bring you something to eat? There’s a sandwich place next door to my flat so maybe I could bring you something? Or from any of the places by Scotland Yard… If you want.” Sherlock said, keeping his eyes down on the book. His face was burning red and he felt John look over at him.

“That… would be nice. I usually just have a few biscuits and sit by the bins out back. We’re not really allowed to sit out front but maybe we could-” John said shyly and rubbed at the back of his neck. He looked over at the pale boy when he interrupted.

“By the bins is fine! I’d rather not be around people… I don’t even leave my flat much…” Sherlock explained. He almost felt embarrassed. He never felt embarrassed. But John smiled at him and nodded. He whispered as the professor walked in and wrote on the white board.

“I’ll see you then. I’ll hold you to that sandwich Mister… Wait, what's your last name?” John said and leaned over so he could talk even quieter.

Sherlock felt his heart thump against his ribcage. He could feel the heat radiating from John’s shoulder.

“Holmes. Sherlock Holmes, Dear Watson.” Sherlock said and smiled. Yes maybe during his midnight hand-down- trouser escapade he’d researched the boy.

John smiled and started writing and Sherlock opened his book on Carl Eugene Watts.

Though he couldn’t concentrate. He kept thinking about John. The way he stuck his tongue just slightly through his thin lips when he concentrated, the way he scrunched his eyebrows together when an odd or long word came up in lecture that he couldn’t spell right but didn’t have time to erase, the way some of his hair sagged down onto his forehead but he didn’t both to move it.

Maybe he’d push my hair out of my face, hold my jaw, touch his lips to mine… share his warmth with me in bed…

“Sherlock, are you sleeping? Your eyes are open. Oh good, come on lecture’s over.” John said to the catatonic brunette. Sherlock blushed and looked up to where John was standing next to him, satchel laying on his shoulder. Sherlock coughed and looked around. The professor was sitting at his desk and no one else was still in the room. Sherlock quickly grabbed his backpack and slipped it on his shoulders and grabbed his book hurrying to the door, behind John.

“Um… See you later Sherlock. Six thirty?” John said and stood in the hall leading to his medical studies classes as Sherlock stood in the opposite facing hallway leading to the next building over. Sherlock looked down at his boots and then looked up at John.

“Make sure to wear a jacket, it's supposed to get cold…” Sherlock said and smiled and waved awkwardly and walked toward the door. He heard a slight bounce or skip to John’s walk.

It’s a date. I’m going on a date. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuc-

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So Smart, Those Boys Part 1

Sherlock Holmes. Weirdo of the college. Thin, pale, and queerer than hell. He wears skirts, is addicted to crime TV, and is the smartest person anyone knows. Only eighteen years old and in his third year of college classes. Everyday he bounces around school in his beat to hell converse and button downs and flies through classes. He reads textbooks for fun and he’s rude. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, he’s said so himself. He’s turned down every party offer and confessions of crushes he’s ever gotten. Sherlock Holmes is a fucking weirdo who doesn’t even fuck. A loser. A rich brilliant pompous loser. Then there’s John. John Watson. Med student, Vice President of pep club, and the only person who’s ever caught Sherlock’s eye. From the first day, Sherlock made it a mission to plant himself nicely on whatever is in John Watson's trousers.

Everyday he bounces around school in his beat to hell converse and button downs and flies through classes. He reads textbooks for fun and he’s rude. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, he’s said so himself. He’s turned down every party offer and confessions of crushes he’s ever gotten. Sherlock Holmes is a fucking weirdo who doesn’t even fuck. A loser. A rich brilliant pompous loser.

Then there’s John. John Watson. Med student, Vice President of pep club, and the only person who’s ever caught Sherlock’s eye. The short light haired man was in one of Sherlock’s anatomy classes. It’s actually the only class he’s attended for a full year, both semesters.

Sherlock had come in to get his final exam on the second week and he had spotted him. Strong build, cute face, but what really caught Sherlock was his hands. They were by no means big but they looked so... strong. Sherlock had told the professor to ‘ never mind ’ and made his way to the other boy.

John was in the middle of talking to some girl. Molly might have been her name. Sherlock had tried to swing his hips a bit and bounce a little bit more in his mid length skirt. He had picked out his plain black skirt and a purple tight button up.

John had looked at him and stopped talking.

This... person. This person looked amazing. Amazing in a model kind of way. A natural kind of sculpture way. Tall, slim, high cheekbones, trim waist, curly short hair, and breathtaking eyes. Blue and crystal like diamonds or rain droplets. His eyes caught on the way the bottom of the skirt bounced up slightly with each step they took, revealing just a sliver of porcelain skin above the high tops and plain grey crew socks.

Molly also looked but then sighed. She rolled her eyes and made a fake smile.

“Hi Sherlock. What are you doing here? Taking your final?” Molly asked and John looked confused for a moment. Sherlock gave Molly a face. A Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking bitch kind of stink face. Molly Hooper. He had rejected her multiple times before she finally got the hint. Now she isn’t his biggest fan.

“No Molly, I'm here to take the class actually.” Sherlock said and then stepped up to John. Sherlock smiled and looked down at him. He tried to make his heart stop thumping against his chest but that attempt was failing.

John was even better to see up close. A good specimen of a human male. Clean hair, washed face, focused eyes, clean ears, close shaven and smooth skin. The few flaws he saw made him even more attracted. Razor burn under his jaw, slight bags under his eyes, not so neat hair, chapped lips. Sherlock had to force himself not to sigh at the sight.

“Hi.” Sherlock said in an almost strained voice.

John blushed and bit and then smiled and tried his best to keep his eyes on the other person’s but... wow nice body. Lanky and thin yet so… something. Something John couldn’t put his finger on.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you. I’m John Watson.” John said and stuck out his hand, shaking himself out of his study of the other. Sherlock smiled and bit his bottom lip looking down at the extended hand. He gently shook it, he didn’t shake many people’s hands. He didn’t touch many people.

When his hand met John’s he made three observations. One being that John had very warm hands. Warm and calluses and not sweaty but so lovely warm. The second being that John Watson must type very fast and must do many things with his hands because they’re quite muscular. Almost oddly muscular for hands. Thick and strong and warm hands that Sherlock hands to touch more. He made one more observation as he pulled his hand away. John Watson either hates him, wants to have sex with him, or is scared of him. His heartbeat quickened a noticeable amount in the short few seconds their hands were together.

“It’s really nice to meet you John. Where’re you going to sit? Maybe we can sit together? I’m Sherlock by the way...” Sherlock said and looked around. He couldn’t deny that his heartbeat was also elevated. John Watson was… attractive. Sure Sherlock knew John was good looking by society’s standards but he’d never thought he’d be truly attracted to someone’s looks. And He was very attracted to John’s good looks and strong stature.

Molly was kind of glaring at him but she turned and walked off. Wonderful. Alone time with John. Well… alone kind of.

John nodded and looked over at where he was going to sit with a few other pep club members but he decided against it.

“Um, over there. I… just haven’t put my stuff down yet.” He said as he confidently walked over to a seat in the back corner at one of the many blue two person tables. Sherlock happily followed him, smile wide on his face.

“I love sitting in the back, it makes me more comfortable in the summer.” Sherlock said and slid in the seat next to John, who looked at him curiously.

Sherlock put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his upturned palms. He let his eyes settle on a straying blonde hair that was sticking to the other’s forehead. He likes looking at John. Easy on the eyes most people would say. Sherlock rather thought that John was perfectly asymmetrical. He’d like to see his body without his sweater. Or shirt. Or pant- I need to see him without his pants. Sherlock thought and felt his face heat up.

“Why? Are the fans back here?” John said and looked up at the ceiling confused about his comment. Sherlock giggled a bit and smiled. It shook him from his… not so modest thoughts. But not too shaken. No… not shaken enough.

“No~ I always feel like the professors are looking up my skirts. And ya know getting stared at when people give presentations. I’d much rather sit back here and be able to sit comfortably.” Sherlock explained and spread his legs out so his knee was touching John’s. He was smiling softly. He could feel the heat radiating from John’s leg even through the thick fabric of his skirt and the denim of John’s jeans. John blushed and looked to the side, his mind was whirling around a bit.

“Oh... well I suppose that does help. Uh do you mind me asking um well ya know um...” John struggled; he wanted to ask what Sherlock identified as but he didn’t want to say it wrong. John was already caught in his grasp but he didn’t want to offend him. Honestly John was just hoping Sherlock wasn’t just teasing. Sure John had had quite a few girlfriends while he was attending uni but… Sherlock had an air about them something… weirdly compelling. Oddly attractive. Magnetic and almost addictive. Weird and John loves it.

Sherlock smiled and let out a small breath of air from his nose before answering.

“Oh John, you’re so cute. I’m a man, I just like to be comfortable. Honestly if I hated myself anymore I believe I would simply melt. Dressing... a certain way makes me happy. But if you were wondering, I am a cis man.” Sherlock said and watched John nod. John wasn’t gay. Not completely. He just wasn’t straight. Not gay. Not straight.

John tried to look Sherlock up and down in a bit of a not obvious way but failed. He couldn’t help but look from his knobby ankles to where his skirt hugged his waist to where the buttons on his shirt pulled tight over his thin chest to his eyes. God those eyes. Piercing and knowing. Like Sherlock knew exactly what he was thinking.

Sherlock smirked and reached out with one hand to trace down John’s bicep with one finger. Causing John’s eyes to go big and surprise. He held still though, keeping still and staring at the other pers-man. The other man.

“You know John, you’re quite handsome. Oh~ strong too.” Sherlock said and used his fingers to press into the thick muscle that was hidden beneath the other boy’s cream colored sweater. He just wanted to get a sense of what was hiding under the winter clothes. It only made his heart beat pick up even more and make him more intrigued. He just needed to know what John looked like under all his clothes, what he looked like in just his skin.

John blushed and coughed into his hand. Finally pulling away from the gentle examination.

“Thank uh Thank you.” John said and looked awkwardly away from Sherlock.

‘ Does he not like me? Maybe he’s just straight. Ugh I thought he was bi. I mean he cuffs his jeans... that could be because he’s so short. Is that a stereotype? I’m a stereotype. I shouldn’t judge him on what he wears. Maybe I’m just not his type. ‘M never anyone I like’s type.. .’ went through Sherlock’s mind. He’s not really ever liked that many people but even the few he has they never liked him back. They’ve just called him a freak or a weirdo and passed him on. Sherlock’s smile dropped and he pulled his backpack around to sit on the table. He pulled out his notebook and his pen. John just dropped his bag onto the floor and fished out his own note taking supplies.

Sherlock couldn’t help but notice that he had a green pencil with sparkles on it. Cute. He thought and looked back at his own paper.

Once the lecture started Sherlock didn’t pay much attention to the old man speaking. No, he paid attention to the way John held his pencil and wrote in a sloppy way. He wrote like someone who’s used to typing. Sloppy but clear enough to know what the words were. Another characteristic Sherlock found endearing. John will have such a bad doctor’s script he thought and then blushed and looked back down at his paper. Sherlock doodled and scratched around until the lecture was over.

“You didn’t take any notes. Do you want to borrow mine.” John said as he looked over at the curly haired boy’s notebook. Sherlock closed his notebook and packed it away in his bag, shaking his head. The last few minutes he’d been so distracted watching the muscles in the back of John’s hand flex and move he’d become… hot under the collar a bit.

“Don’t need them. I’ll remember it.” Sherlock said and smiled at John and then hurried out to his next class, backpack slung around his shoulders. He was glad the fabric of his skirt was thick enough to hide the small bulge that was definitely pushing the front of his boxer briefs forward.

John was so confused. Why was Sherlock acting like this now? Was John reading into this too far by thinking Sherlock wanted to be friends? More than friends? John left it. Might be a fluke. Fuckin’ suck if it’s a fluke. He’s hot.

Sherlock went about his day as always and so did John. It was easy to go about your day and pretend nothing happened. No sparks were flying. Nope. There was no mutual attraction. No way.

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Virgin's First Popped Knot Part 2

“Hey Kaminari,” Yamada welcomed the younger blonde into the hotel room. He was wearing a plain pink shirt and a pair of black sweatpants and a pair of fluffy peach slippers. The most relaxed outfit Denki had ever seen his teacher wear.

“Hey Denki,” Shinsou said and hugged his omega, hopefully soon to be mate. Denki let out a small purr and rubbed his cheek against Hitoshi’s neck. He was in heat, can’t blame him. Shinsou always seemed to smell so much stronger when he was in heat, Shinsou always smelled something akin to cocoa butter and pretzels. It made Denki’s gut clench.

“Um… hi Mister Yamada. Um are you…” Denki said when they pulled away, trying not to whine. Shinsou had told him that their teachers were going to be their guides but he thought Aizawa was an omega. Mister Aizawa smelled like an omega, all cottony and sweet.

“Yep! You’re gonna be under my care! Omega to omega.” Hizashi smiled and winked. The smile made his clear glasses move up on his pointy nose.

“I didn’t think- or I’m I didn’t know.” Denki said and smiled and fidgeted with his rucksack that was tossed over his shoulder. Mister Yamada smelled…. Salty? Like leather oil and cornstarch and the ocean. More like a beta than an omega. But that means Mister Aizawa is an alpha… strange. Maybe that’s the reason they work well. Strange and Strange is a double positive.

“It’s okay kiddo! Most people don’t, don’t worry about it.” Hizashi said in a reassuring voice, one that was much smoother and less pitchy than his regular voice. Something that did sound omega-y. Baby talk almost.

“Okay… um what’re… what’re we gonna do?” Denki asked and smiled up at the older omega. Mister Yamada is… cool. Cool when he’s not at work. Relaxed and kinda motherly. Denki felt safe. Safe and calm. Mister Yamada was cool, his maybe mate was here, there was a mated alpha here which only made him feel safer. Safe and good.

“Well Aizawa already explained a lot to Shinsou so they’re going to prepare the room. We’re going to do some good stretches and I’ll help you in the bath. Sound good? We’ve got plenty of time and we just wanna make this easy.” Hizashi explained and Shinsou nodded. The lavender headed boy was just wearing a pair of loose black shorts so Denki got a little distracted by the slight jiggle of pec the nod caused.

Hizashi smiled and popped his lips to call the young blonde’s attention back up to faces and away from where his dilated pupils had traveled downward.

“Yeah I brought my blankets too so you can make like an awesome nest. Did you bring your stuff? Mister Aizawa said we can make it as long as we put a sheet down first cause like slick and stuff.” Hitoshi explained and Hizashi smiled. ‘ Young love, how cute! How sweet !’ Hizashi thought and brought a hand up to cover his grin.

Denki handed over his bag. It was quite over stuffed and packed past it’s limit.

“Yeah it’s all in there. If you want you can just lay it all out. Don’t try to make one for me. I need to make my own.” Denki explained and Shinsou opened the bag and nodded.

“Not your first heat nest,huh?” Hizashi said quietly and smiled. He too was picky about his nests, pillows in the right spots, underwear under places and on top other places, shirts in just the right position. Alphas just never got it right.

“Okay… no it’s not near my first! I was an early bloomer! I’ve been pretty nervous today though and um… well… I kinda got nervous about slicking on the way here and I put in a tampon…” Denki said shyly. He was just scared he’d slick on the subway! He’d sat in an omega only car but it was still scary, there are always pervs hiding in alleys and alpha’s who claim to not be able to control themselves.

“But Denki!” Shinsou said in shock. He’d told Denki to let himself free slick! Wear a pad or something he’d said.

“Sh it’s alright! If you were slicking that much you should be fine. Just take it out and the stretching will stimulate your glands and the bath will help loosen everything up. It’s perfectly fine.” Hizashi said and descaled the situation. Shinsou sighed.

“I told him not to but-” He said and frowned. He was starting to smell Denki. Cotton candy and popcorn. He smelled so good, not as good as if he didn’t use a tampon but still.

“Shush. Not your body, not your choice. You don’t know what it’s like being a young omega walking alone, especially in heat. Now Shinsou you go! Chop chop!” Hizashi said and waved his hands in a ‘go away’ fashion.

Shinsou went back to where Aizawa was unfolding sheets from Shinsou’s duffel. The young alpha had brought a whole suitcase full of clothes and blankets and pillows for Denki’s nest, their nest. Their mating nest.

Aizawa had on a pair of his plain joggers and a black sweatshirt and a pair of slip-on house shoes. He was unfolding and laying the opened fabric across a chair.

“Why’re you unfolding it? I could start building up the like… shape.” Shinsou asked and watched Aizawa unfold a quilt. Aizawa smiled and huffed, shaking his head.

“Because if you or me set a single blanket on this bed, not directed by Denki, Hizashi will flip the mattress and make us redo everything. Omegas, Shinsou. They’re incredibly particular about nests. I once had to make Hizashi one eight times when he broke his arm. Eight. It took me six hours before he would tolerate it. Just unfold everything and make it easier for him to choose what goes where.” Aizawa explained and waved to the different piles. Sheets, blankets, quilts, clothes, underwear, pillows, towels. All in separated piles.

“Oh so he can get what he wants for particular places. That’s smart! I get it, I get it.” Shinsou said and opened Denki’s bag.

The two alpha’s talked back and forth and separated the bags into the piles leisurely while Hizashi showed Denki to the bathroom.

“So what do I need to do? I mean I understand sort of that like… like the whole penis, ass, thing. But like… I dunno…” Denki mumbled as he pulled his shirt and jeans down. Hizashi smirked and shook his head as he washed his hands.

“Do you usually knot yourself during heats? It’ll physically feel like that but it’s very emotional.” Hizashi said and turned around to see Denki climbing into the large tub filled with perfectly heated water and different relaxing bath oils and soaps.

The younger blonde groaned slightly at the feeling. He had already pulled the soggy tampon from himself and disposed of it so the warm water on his hole felt rather lovely.

“Like how emotional? Like crying? Will I cry? Would that be embarrassing?” Denki asks as he sinks down till his chin is touching the water before scooting back up to sit.

Hizashi pulled a short stool over beside the tub, his arms full of soaps and bottles of things.

“Um… I mean I’ve cried and it’s not embarrassing. I think most people cry, especially if it’s their first and it’s with someone they really love. To me, when I first got knotted, I screamed. Shattered the entire block’s windows. Now that was embarrassing. You can’t shock anyone though, we put rubber on every part of the bed that touched.” Hizashi explained and lined up the bottles, smiling softly at the electric hero to be. Denki nodded and thought about it for a moment.

“But like, does it hurt? Or is it like relief, like why would I feel emotional?” He asked as Hizashi handed him a washcloth drizzled with plain unseen body wash.

Hizashi hummed and tried to think of a good way to explain it.

“Well scientifically, it’s because of proteins and pheromones. But really it feels like a taut string being cut. Like a locked door opening. The closeness of it and the heat of your mate and the comfort of a proper nest and the overall just I don’t know… it’s like fulfilling.” Hizashi explained and Denki gingerly washed his arms and chest.

“What was your first time like, Mister Yamada?” Kaminari asked as he washed his feet and legs. He wanted to smell as clean and nice as possible for his alpha. He had even put on pretty clear sparkly nail polish on his toenails to match his fingers.

Hizashi let out a light chuckle.

“It was horrible, to be honest. We didn’t have a guide, we were too young, we didn’t know what to do, We did it at my house when my parents weren’t home. I had a twin sized bed so my nest sucked for two people. Sho had an anxiety attack, it was a wreck.” Hizashi said and laughed. They were dumb back then. It was his second heat, Shota wasn’t even in rut nor had he even started to have ruts. Barely sixteen and void of sex ed back then, Hizashi swore off mating forever but… well a young omega in heat can only hold out for so long when he has such a kind hearted boyfriend.

Denki laughed and handed the rag back to Yamada, leaning forward so his back could be washed.

“You’re not going to let my first time be like that are you?” Denki jokingly asked. Hizashi put the cloth away and handed the young man shampoo.

“No I’ll make sure you’re good and ready and don’t cause thousands of dollars worth of property damage.” Mister Yamada promised.

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Virgin's First Popped Knot Part 1

Shinsou goes to Aizawa to learn how mating really works. Aizawa and Hizashi give him a live demonstration. Hitoshi however hasn't ever had a knot and he hasn't ever popped a knot before and this is his first time with a heating omega. Thankfully Shota and 'Zashi are very good teachers. (No student x teacher. No underaged.)

“See if you sit back on your own heels, you can feel the either dense wall that seals off the channel or the rim of the channel if they’re in full fertile heat or the soft thin wall of they’re in infertile heat. Right now since Hizashi’s not nearing a heat, his wall is thick and dense. It does still feel nice, doesn’t it?” Aizawa explained to the young hero as he shifted his weight onto his butt which rested on his heels. He looked down at his husband who looked rather bored.

Hizashi smiled and nodded.

“Yep. Feels like when you get your feet rubbed.” Hizashi said and Shinsou looked confused.

All of it was so confusing

He’d come to Aizawa, his hero course teacher and idol, for advice about how to knot. However Aizawa tried to explain to him but he’d called Hizashi and they decided to give him an in person demonstration. It wasn’t uncommon to ask your ‘guide’ to physically show you how to knot or handle a heat. Most of the teachers were licensed guides for young adults or adolescents. However Hitoshi wasn’t confident or brave enough to ask anyone else for help.

Now here he was, sitting in Hizashi’s radio chair that they rolled over to the bed, paying attention closely as his teacher talked like he wasn’t balls deep in another guy.

“Does it not- um does it not like feel like good? Like um arousing?” Shinsou asked. He’d gotten over being embarrassed when Aizawa had told him about Omega pre-heat purges and binges. (Omegas basically ‘clearing their systems’ and then eating all heat.) He’d tried to ask any questions that had come to mind.

“Not really. Now there’s a spot a little- oof! Yeah there! A little closer to the entrance that feels really good!” Hizashi said and smiled a little breathlessly. As Aizawa pulled his hips back, dragging his cock along Hizashi's prostate.

“Everyone has that though. It’s called your prostate and yes even alphas have them. They’re similar to a female g-spot. It doesn’t take much to hit it either. On either side of it are the slick glands so if your partner isn’t slicking without a little encouragement, it’s easy to stimulate with your fingers, or gently with just the tip of your penis. Usually if you want to tell them where it is, it’s half way up their cock, and the size of their thumb.” Aizawa explained and then showed Shinsou. Aizawa reached up and took both of his thumbs and placed them on either side of Hizashi's small cock, right in the middle.

Shinsou nodded, that was something he’d never heard about. He thought it’d be much… bigger. He’d watched a lot of porn and it always seemed like something that should be a large target of a sort.

“See even out of heat a bit of stimulus and they give. I’ll bring you some wipes when we’re done, sorry honey.” Aizawa said as he reached down and gathered some slick that was starting to bead around his cock. He wiped his fingers, once showing Shinsou, onto his discarded underwear.

“It’s fine. No harm no foul.” Hizashi mumbled as Shinsou intently watched his hole. He noticed that Aizawa’s cock was at a rather extreme angle, pointing up into Mister Yamada s hole and not…. Straight. Not just in.

“But what if it’s too much pressure there? Like if you, hypothetically, have a kinda thin… skinny partner. Wouldn’t it hurt their stomachs?” Shinsou asked. He knows his cock is big. Big for a seventeen year old. And well… if he was gonna share a bed with Denki… he didn’t want to hurt his hopefully to be mate. Even through the muscles of Mister Yamada’s stomach there was a bit of a bump.

“Well I wouldn’t know. You know everything you say to us right now we will not hold against you or anyone else you mention.” Aizawa said when he saw the panic on Shinsou's face. Shinsou breathed deeply for a second and thought it over. It’s best to get all questions answered properly.

“Um… it’s Denki Kaminari… we’ve been dating since I got to the hero course. We won’t do it in the dorms! We got a place at a hotel… um but I don’t wanna hurt him by doing.. that .” Shinsou said and pointed to where Hizashi was laying on his back with his hips pulled up to sit on Aizawa's. It was an odd position but he’d seen it in porn and he knows it’s common.

“Oh yes, young Denki is quite thin. Perhaps not this position then. Hizashi can you just present for me please?” Aizawa said after thinking of it. The young blonde was NOT a person he thought the lavender headed boy fancied. But he understood, loud blondes are a type.

Hizashi pulled at where Aizawa was grasping his thigh and pulled.

“Yeah yeah, lemme have my legs.” He said as Aizawa pulled himself out of Hizashi's wet hole. Shinsou thought that Mister Yamada would be a good guide for Denki. Someone who was thin and had lots of experience.

Hizashi rolled to his stomach and then got on his hands and knees on their bed. His back was straight for a moment before Aizawa rubbed his calf. Then his back dipped and arched.

‘ Wow… real presenting. I wonder how long they’ve done this…’ Shinsou thought as he looked at how relaxed and calm they both were. They must have been guides for years now.

“This is usually what comes most naturally but if not it’s easy to manipulate. Hands and knees at first. It’s easiest to perform any foreplay and to stimulate the slick glands here. They can either be up on their hands, like this, or down on their elbows.” Aizawa explained as Hizashi dropped down so he was down on his elbows, arms crossed in front of him. “Thank you Hizashi. When the actual coupling begins, you should be up either on your knees, some prefer to stand if they’re quite a bit shorter than their partner, see how I’m not quite even?” Aizawa said as Hizashi yawned and rolled one of his ankles, relaxing deeper into the position. Aizawa moved to stand up on his knees and scoot to be in between Hizashi’s spread legs. Aizawa had shorter legs than the blonde so the omega’s hole was higher than his cock.

“Ye-yessir” Shinsou said . This was the position he’d seen the most. A breeding stance. If you wanted babies you did this. This was a baby making pose. He felt dirty being there while they were in this position. He almost laughed at himself because of the thought because it was so… childish to think like that. Everyone who got heat or rut was shown this pose and the meaning of mating and he was blushing like a cherry just seeing it.

“Easily fixed. Simply spread their knees out a bit more and that brings their bottom lower. If they get a bit uncomfortable because of how they’re spread, offer a pillow to support. Or two.” Aizawa explained and pushed Hizashi's knees with his hands so the other man’s ass was a bit lower than his cock. He then pulled two pillows from the head of the bed to put under the omegas stomach and hips.

Hizashi let the cushions at his weight.

“Thank you.” Hizashi mumbled and laid his head on his arms. It was nice laying here after a long hard day at work. His mate smelled nice and happy, his nest was clean, and he had just eaten dinner and showered. His alpha took such good care of him. Hizashi knew that young Hitoshi was a calmer, more timid young man so it was all the better if he himself stayed nice and calm. Lucky enough that was easy for Hizashi right then.

“It’s your duty to make sure they’re comfortable and that they also enjoy it. That’s why it’s so important to make sure they’re slicking properly. If you feel them tensing or their slick glands start throbbing, immediately stop and ask if anything’s wrong. Slick glands are usually extremely sensitive during heat. Most people will freely slick during heat but if they grow sore from nervousness during sex they can tear and that is… horrible. You never want to tear a slick gland.” Aizawa explained and pushed himself back into Hizashi's wet hole, all the way over his knot. Aizawa rubbed at Hizashi's hip for a moment while speaking.

“Okay, um… Mister Aizawa?” Shinsou asked, amazed at the way Mister Yamada stretched so easily over Mister Aizawa's… huge knot.

“Yes Hitoshi? You can just ask.” Aizawa said in a more teacherly nice voice. He was trying to make it easy for young Hitoshi to just ask any questions. He’d been a guide for a dozen years, and in his opinion Shinsou was doing very well.

“Um… I’ve never um I’ve never popped a knot before .” Shinsou whispered and leaned forward and looked at Aizawa's eyes. Hizashi almost awed, boy’s usually popped their first knot during eighth, ninth grade. Not their fourth year of highschool. Shinsou’s anxiety probably delayed him.

“Who’s going to be your guide if you’re at a hotel? One of the graduated students? Denki’s mother?” Aizawa questioned. A first coupling and a first knot? No wonder Shinsou needed to ask for help. Usually an older friend or mother of the omega would be their guide.

Shinsou looked down nervously, picking at his hands.

“we don’t have a guide.” He mumbled. They knew they needed one but Denki's mom was busy and they didn’t know any upperclassman or graduates that liked them or that they trusted.

“Hitoshi, you should know better. We’re both licensed but we understand if you’d-“ Aizawa scolded but was cut off by the young hero.

“Will Mister Yamada talk to Denki cause he’s really nervous too but he wouldn’t come ask for you to show him how to do this.” Shinsou said quickly while looking down at where his teachers were still connected. It was strange being scolded by a man who was linked to his mate.

“Yeah. Yeah we’ll be your guides. It’s a great idea to have both an alpha and omega guide if it’s your first knot. Give us a date, we'll have everything ready.” Aizawa said after Hizashi nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, I’ll help Young Kaminari. Now I am beat, so go talk alpha shit in the living room.” Hizashi said and kicked Aizawa in the butt.

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Kill a Dixon Part 4

“Um, Miss… Miss Lori?” Daryl said nervously. He was sitting in front of a big pile of socks that were spreading across the coffee table, matching together fuzzy pink ones and ones with extra support and special ones that helped Lori’s pregnancy cankle situation. But behind him the woman was watching some TV show and combing through Daryl’s hair.

Daryl didn’t mind.

Actually he was really enjoying the way her nails scratched against his greasy and probably still dirty scalp. He hadn’t washed his hair while at Officer Walsh’s but he had rinsed it well. It was dirty, yes but not too bad. He liked the way her pink would graze his ear every so often and how cool her hands felt on his forehead and ear. It made him feel safe.

He was in a nice cozy home, with a full stomach, wearing fresh cleaned clothes with a very nice lady petting his hair while matching up nice clean socks. It was like… like a dream.

“Yeah, Daryl? What is it?” Lori said and sat up a bit to look down at the boy. She was having a nice time. Daryl was very helpful. He got her a glass of water when she asked, brought her the piles of folded clothes so she didn’t have to walk from the bedroom to the living room, and she had to admit that he was really like a kicked puppy. He had no manners whatsoever and didn’t really know how to do everyday housework but he tried. He tried and he learned quickly.

Daryl just swallowed and kept his eyes down.

“Are they gonna make me stay with my daddy? Officer Walsh and Officer Grimes, are they gonna make me stay? I know I cain’t live with Officer Walsh and I cain’t stay here but-”

“You can stay here. Actually you will stay here. Down in the basement, now it’s not really fully finished but there’s a bathroom and we just had to put a bed into storage that we can put down there. We’ve got all the supplies to finish it but then Rick was promoted and then Carl happened and we haven’t had time since.” Lori said and started hatching out a plan. It would give Daryl a space but also be separated from the main house. Plus the door down locked from the outside if ever Daryl misused their trust, or someone came to hurt him they could lock their asses down there because no one’s ever gonna hurt this poor ba-

Lori stopped her thoughts and almost giggled to herself. She was almost glad the young man was bringing her maternal ways to light. Preparing her for everything she’ll feel for Carl, to a lesser degree but preparing nonetheless.

Daryl turned around and looked at her with those beautiful blue eyes, loose socks falling to the floor from his lap.

“Why?” The man said quietly and kept looking at her. Why were all these people being so kind? So caring? It hurt Lri’s feelings.

She reached out and cupped his chin, feeling the few wiry hairs that inhabited it.

“Because I said so. Rick can talk to the low income housing people and get them to see reason. I’m sure we can find you a job, at least something to get you some money until you can find a job you like. You don’t have to stay here, no one’s gonna make you stay or go. I have a good feeling about you Daryl, and I think you feel the same way about me.” Lori said in all sincerity while staring into Daryl’s eyes, making sure he understood. Daryl just stared at her and nodded after a moment. His face turning red and tears welling in the corners of them.

Lori wiped the ones that started to fall and gave him a smile before leaning back.

“Plus I’m pregnant and if you try to argue with me, I’ll cry.” She said in a joking way but Daryl just sat up on his knees and sniffed a little and looked right at her with seriousness.

“I promise I won’t make you cry.” He said and she laughed. He looked confused but she just scratched at his head and he smiled.

Soon her three valiant men were back. Shane hugged her and left to go back to work, Rick got ready for his shift and put dinner in the crock pot, and Daryl showed Lori all his stuff. She sat down on the couch and looked at his measly belongings. He had an old battered blue canvas backpack which was packed with one plastic comb, two foldable hunter’s knives, three sleeveless button downs, a pair of tattered blue jeans, and a picture of a woman sitting on a couch holding a baby while smoking a cigarette. He also had a cross boy with four arrows which he left on the porch.

Lori helped him put the clothes in the wash and helped her down the stairs to the basement.

“Oh you just didn’t put the insulation and the plywood up. You just gotta use screws, it’s easy, look.” Daryl said and started lifting things into place like a puzzle. Lori handed him screws once she found where Rick had left the drill, luckily it was on the charger.

Once he had the last of the boards put into place he was sweaty and hungry and tired. It had been a few hours, so they went up and ate what Rick had made.

That’s usually how the first few days went.

Daryl slept on Rick and Lori’s couch. He got up before them and sat on their porch and watched the sun rise. Rick woke up and made breakfast for Lori to eat in bed and left a plate on the table for Daryl. Lori and Rick got showers ( shower usually) then Daryl waited for Lori in the laundry room and did up the laundry with her seated on the bench folding.

They talked a lot. Daryl had never felt like he wanted to talk to anyone. He told her about his mom, Merle’s habits and friends, and of course eventually he told her about what daddy had done. Told her crying on the couch about the men. It had always been men that hurt him. And with cool calm hands she’d pet down his back and listen. At night she’d shed a few tears telling Rick that she wanted to swaddle up the boy and carry him around in her pocket and that she hopes those men rot in the worst corner of hell.

They’d eat lunch, Shane would call or come by to check on him and bring him stuff. Comic books since Daryl had mentioned that he couldn’t read all that well, some good socks and new underwear since Daryl didn’t have very many, and of course he brought over new documents from the court house.

Then Shane would leave or hang up, Rick would fuss about how Daryl could eat whatever he wanted since he ‘wouldn’t be worth keeping if he was gonna wither away’, and he’d leave. They’d go to the basement, Daryl and Lori, and work on drywall and paint. Daryl was always careful not to get anything on Lori and to not make too loud of noise. Lori however laughed and flicked paint at him saying that she wasn’t made of glass.

Daryl found that he rather liked having his walls painted warm brown, a familiar color as his walls back home were dark wood shiplap. So they painted them brown and Shane helped him put the bed in the main room, just a boxspring and a mattress on the floor. Daryl was so happy he couldn’t contain his smile.

Then he had sheets and a blanket and an orange and black patterned quilt. He had food and his own chores to finish. He had a routine. And he was never happier.

Lori helped him look for jobs while Shane found out where would take him if he asked. Lori found that Daryl liked quiet jobs, solitary jobs. He also liked mechanics and had taken a mechanics class in highschool and had a few certifications. He had thought about a job as a cook at a diner but then one day Shane had come in with a smile and a pat on the back.

A salvage yard. All he did was take things apart and toy things to different areas. It was the best. So then his routine changed. He got up, showered, put on his uniform, and caught the bus. He worked from nine till noon, walked three blocks to a little cafe where a very nice lady, Carol, had a cup of ice tea and the special of the day waiting for him, and walked back to work until three. Then he would walk around in the alleys and look for stray cats and maybe do a bit of dumpster diving. Shane would pick him up on the corner near the bank and drive him home. He would get a shower in his bathroom, put his laundry in the washer, and eat dinner with Miss Lori.

Sometimes Rick was home during dinner but most of the time he wasn’t.

He’d started a habit of putting all the clean laundry from the week in the round white basket and every Saturday him and Miss Lori would watch House MD and fold laundry.

Rick told him he could stay as long as he wanted. So Daryl made a home. He found a gray patterned area rug and a floor lamp in his dumpster diving which ended up actually not looking too bad in his little apartment.

He bought Miss Lori snacks and brought her little pastries from the cafe because he didn’t have the heart to tell Miss Carol that he really didn’t like sweets. He even made some friends at the yard. There was the owner, Dale, who would tell him all sorts of cool tips and tricks and mostly worked on his own projects. There was a little asian guy who came around every Monday looking for parts for his mustang that was older than he was and always falling apart. He ended up being a really nice guy who Daryl could tease with and talk to. The guy, Glenn, eventually started coming around to hang out and talk to Daryl.

Then Glenn and Dale start talking and they end up having beers after work on Friday’s before Glenn’s shift at the pizza shop. Then Glenn starts bringing around this girl, his girlfriend, Maggie, and her and Daryl hit it off.

So Daryl’s routine changes again.

Eventually he finds a nice apartment in the building next to Glenn and Maggie’s. Rick and Lori send him off with the bed they let him have, a recipe book of easy cheap recipes, and promise that they’d always be there for him. Of course Lori had made him promise to come to the hospital when Carl was born, only a few weeks away.

“He’ll need his Uncle Daryl after all.” She had said which caused him to cry like a baby right there in the doorway.

Sundays were for visiting Lori and Rick and helping do laundry and the week's episode of House MD.

Mondays were for talking to Glenn, changing his bed sheets (Miss Lori demanded of it) and occasionally going and renting a movie.

Tuesdays were for cleaning his apartment and grocery shopping with Miss Lori.

Wednesdays were Dinner at the Grimes residence and Daryl always did his best to bring something. Most of the time though it was a small package of beers and those fizzy cherry drinks Miss Lori liked.

Thursdays he smashed cars and played checkers with Dale.

Fridays he had a beer after work with Dale, Glenn, and Maggie. They listen to the radio and sometimes play checkers.

Saturdays are for sleeping in and going with the flow. Sometimes Glenn came over, sometimes he went to Miss Lori’s, and sometimes he laid in bed all day.

And every week was similar but slightly different.

Soon enough he was going to the Grimes residence more and more often again. He was cleaning and cooking and rocking a little tiny baby in his arms. Lori would fall asleep anywhere she could and Daryl would be happier than hell to rock little Carl or feed him a bottle.

Then he found a little puppy hiding under a car in the yard. Mangy and dirty and smaller than his hand. Daryl had taken the day off and took the little thing to the vet.

At the end of the day Daryl was proud of himself. He had a place of his own, a good job, a sort-of nephew, a dog called Dog, and most important of all he finally had the one thing he’d never had before, a family. A family found in a husband and wife and a sweet little baby, a bachelor, a mechanic, a pizza delivery boy and his girl, a cafe owner, and a mutty puppy dog.

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Kill a Dixon Part 3

“You what?” Rick said over the phone that sat between his shoulder and cheek. He was trying to cook Lori some simple fried rice. He was getting better and better at cooking with all her pregnancy cravings. Lots of soups and so many steaks and so so so much soy sauce.

“If you had seen him, Rick. He was so… it was cruel. He’s a good kid and really Rick just talk to him. I can bring him over and y’all can talk it out on the porch. I’ll warn you though he’s… he’s got no manners and he’s jumpy and-” Shane started to explain into his own phone that sat by his bed. He’d closed the door and was speaking quietly even though he could hear the TV that was turned up a bit louder than he’d have it but every once in a while there would be a little giggle.

“Shane, he's traumatized. Of course he’s jumpy. Just- Is he violent? Any record at all.” Rick questioned and added egg to his pan. Shane rolled his eyes.

“You act like I’d ever put Lori or that baby in danger. I’m telling you, just give him a chance. My shift starts soon but I can drop him by on my way to the station. If you get a bad feeling just let him sit on your porch or send him back to my place. Don’t send him home.” Shane said and held his phone the same way his best friend was as he pulled on his uniform slacks.

He heard his best friend sigh on the other end of the phone. He was silently praying his best friend would really pull through with this.

“Hi Daryl, I’m Rick.” The man said and stuck out his hand to the boy who was hunched over standing beside his best friend. The boy kept his hands in the pocket of stolen hoodie and kept his eyes on the ground.

“Hi Officer Grimes.” Daryl mumbled and fidgeted around a small bit. He chewed on the inside of his bottom lip and let his eyes shift around the wood of the porch.

“You can call me Rick, no need for titles or anything.” Rick said and let his hand fall away and looked over the boy. He’d never met the kid at the station. Rick just looked him over. Same height as himself, maybe a tiny bit shorter, bruised to hell and back, fidgety, a bit standoffish. Average twenty year old that’s been through hell. Manageable at least.

“Okay, Officer Grimes.” Daryl said and smirked a bit. Average young man. An ass. Rick thought to himself and smiled at his friend who shook his head.

“Still calls me Officer Walsh.” Shane said to his friend and turned back to the boy.

“He’s a good guy. You don’t need to be scared of him, alright? If anything happens you can go back to my apartment, there’s a key in the door jam.” Shane said and laid his hand on Daryl’s shoulder. The young man swallowed and stared into Officer Walsh’s eyes.

“Sure?” Daryl whispered and glanced over at the other older man. Shane smiled and looked at his best friend. Rick nodded and stepped back to lean against his front door.

“I’m sure. Hey go ask him if he’s got any old jeans you can borrow, his hand me downs will probably fit you better than mine. Be nice, there’s a pregnant lady so cut Rick a little slack.” Shane said and patted Daryl on the back. He turned and walked back to his car.

“Bye Officer Walsh.” Daryl said and watched the man get into his car and drive away. The young man turned back to the man by the door. He just looked at Rick for a moment before looking over to the side.

“C’mon, you can come meet Lori while I try to find you some jeans that fit.” Rick said while ushering the young man into the house.

Lori was laying on the couch, waiting for their visitor. She wasn’t thrilled to have a stranger in her house while she was seven months pregnant but Shane was vouching for him. She trusted Shane not to put her in danger. She was still hesitant about it all though. That was until a bruise and beat up little boy walked into the room.

“Hey Honey, this is Daryl. I’m gonna go get that bag of clothes from the garage that were from when I was in the academy.” Rick said and kissed his wife’s forehead. Daryl just stood there with his hands in his pockets and looked around the quaint living room. Lori looked at him and couldn’t hold in the feelings of pity she had for him. He was all bruised and had the most horrid marks on his neck.

“Come right over here, Daryl. Come sit down.” Lori said and moved so the boy would have a place at the end of the couch to sit. Daryl looked up surprised and nodded and looked at the lady while moving to sit down.

She looked so beautiful. Pretty long dark hair and pretty eyes and a pretty face and a big round belly that he couldn’t look away from. He hadn’t really ever really got to interact with many pregnant people before.

Lori noticed and put her hand down on her belly through her sweatshirt.

“It’s a boy. Ought to be a soccer player the way he kicks. We’re planning on naming him Carl.” The woman said with a soft smile on her face. Daryl stared at where her hand was with big open eyes. He didn’t want to seem rude but he was… curious.

“Does… Does it hurt?” He asked quietly and looked up at the women’s hazel eyes. Lori thought for a moment before shrugging.

“Sometimes. Sometimes he likes to sit on nerves or kicks at the worst of times but just sitting here? No, it doesn't hurt.” Daryl nodded along and watched Lori move her hand around.

“Looks like it hurts.” Daryl said in disbelief. No way having your stomach all out like that could not hurt. Lori giggled a bit and sat up so one of her legs was bent with one foot under her knee and her other foot sat flat on the floor. Daryl backed up a bit, pregnant ladies need space.

“You have to be gentle, okay?” Lori said and watched Daryl go through confusion, realization, and then what could be only described as ‘ really?!’ .

“I- you- touch?” The young man ended up spitting out while staring at Lori's face. She nodded and gently grabbed a bruised wrist. Daryl let her move his hand and swallowed nervously. He’d never, never , touched a pregnant lady before.

“Here, see. Doesn’t hurt, he’s just swimming around in there.” Lori said with a smile as Daryl put his spread hand over her stomach. Well not really put but let barely touch her sweatshirt in the slightest. Daryl stared in awe.

“He’s there.” He said very very quietly. There was a baby there. Under his hand there was a baby. A tiny sweet fragile little baby.

He just stared and Lori smiled at him. Smiled at this boy. What a sweet boy.

She jerked a little when Carl decided to kick her.

Daryl jerked away so fast and he stood and backed away from the couch in an instant.

“I’m sorry!” He said loudly and held his hands up in defense. Rick came running in and got between his wife and the boy.

“What happened? What’d you do?” Rick questioned and looked between his wife and Daryl who was shaking his head.

Lori just shushed them both and laughed.

“Carl kicked me. Hurry Daryl, you can feel it. Come on, you didn’t hurt me. He didn’t hurt me either, just surprised me.” Lori explained and Rick stepped back and wiped his head. Daryl looked at him for approval before moving to sit back down on the couch for Lori to place his hand back on her stomach.

“He’s movin’?” Daryl asked and watched her stomach as if he’d be able to see something through the fabric. Lori nodded and put her hand over Daryls.

“Yep, I can feel him moving all over the place. Here you actually have to feel. ” She said and pressed his hand down a bit harder. Right then Carl kicked. Daryl jerked back away with a loud gasp. He looked with wide eyes between Lori, her stomach, and Officer Grimes. Lori just smiled and stood up.

Rick kissed her and rubbed his hand up and down her back and looked back down at the boy who was holding his hand like he’d gotten electrocuted.

“Soccer star. Now come on, I found some denim that might fit. I’m fixing to make lunch too.” Rick said and led the way to the dining room where he’d plopped the garbage bag full of old clothes onto the table. Lori was already digging through it.

“I’ll throw them into the washer and dryer again. What size shirt? Large or medium?” Lori was already questioning by the time Rick just grabbed up three pairs of light colored jeans and tossed them to Daryl who caught them just in time for Lori to snatch them away from him.

“Uh, medium but it don’t matter to me. Officer Walsh just don’t want me ta trip over the cuffs of these sweatpants. They don’t gotta be washed again or nothing special.” Daryl explained to Lori as Officer Grimes walked to the kitchen to get started on lunch. Lori let out a ‘pff’ and waved him off. She grabbed up a black tank top shirt and a pair of the jeans. She held up the shirt and nodded at it.

“This will work. And now what size jeans do you wear?” She asked and hung the shirt over the back of one of the chairs. Daryl shrugged and looked down at the floor.

“I dunno. I just get Merle and daddy’s hand me downs or whatever gets left at the house. Just tie the belt loops together.” Daryl explained and swayed his shoulders side to side nervously. Lori clicked her tongue in disapproval and walked over to the boy and held them up to his waist. Daryl moved his hands away as his eyebrows met his hairline.

Lori scrunched her eyebrows together and stood up from where she had hunched a bit.

“Do you think you could squeeze into these? I think they’d fit.” Lori said and carried the shirt and pants back to the laundry room.

Not knowing what else to do Daryl silently tailed after her. Their house was very… homey. Pictures on the hallway walls, weddings and vacations and family gatherings, scuff marks here and there in the floor. He noticed that Lori really didn’t exactly walk but rather waddled . She stopped in the hall and put her hand on the wall.

“Do you need help? I can help.” Daryl said and came up beside her. Lori smiled and nodded, handing him the clothes.

“Yeah, just give me a moment. If you want, I wouldn’t turn down a pair of helping hands. You know how to do laundry?”

“What’s going on in here?” Rick said with a smile as he leaned his hip against the door jam to the living room. Daryl was sat on the floor on his knees folding a shirt. There were piles of clothes across the couch beside Lori and on the table in front of her. Blouses and his nice button downs were on hangers laid flat across the back of the recliner chair.

“Oh… uh I was just helpin’ fold stuff.” Daryl said as a rush of heat waved to his face. He had been listening to Lori tell stories. The time her and Officer Grimes first met, their wedding, family stories, all sorts of stories all melding together from one to the next. He liked her. Felt nice to just be near her. She was like… she radiated a certain warmth and kindness and that just drew him in. It was like just being close to her was mending his hurt.

Rick smiled and nodded. Lori looked over at him and smirked. She knew what was going on. She had an idea of why the boy was basically tailing her like a puppy.

“Well that’s awfully nice, I’m sure Lori appreciates it. We’ve been a bit busy and got behind on that. Thank you. Now go wash your hands, I’ll bring the food in here. Shane said he’d come around on his lunch break, thought maybe we could go get your clothes. You can wash them here and, if you need to, Lori’s got a sewing kit up stairs.” Rick explained and looked around at the not so neatly folded clothes. They really had just been letting it all get piled up. Daryl nodded and looked at the floor.

He was happy doing this, helping Lori, here where it was homey and nice. He didn’t wanna go back home. Daddy would probably still be asleep but still.

“Yeah we can patch up jeans if you need to, I can show you how to cut the waist to make them actually fit. It’s easy, you’ll pick it up fast.” Lori agreed as Rick walked back to the kitchen to plate up some lunch.

Daryl just looked sadly at the floor. It was nice while it lasted.

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Kill a Dixon Part 2

“How about I make us some grilled cheese sandwiches and you can take a shower. I’ll set out some of my clothes you can have too. Feel free to use any of my soaps and stuff. Take your time, chill out.” Shane said as he got two cans of coke from his fridge. Daryl stood with his arms crossed over his chest nervously as he stood just inside the sheriff's apartment. He’d just pulled off his shoes when the officer had done the same.

It was tidy enough. There were sneakers shoved under a side table beside the couch, a jacket tossed over the back of the recliner and the trash was full. It looked like any other bachelor pad he’d seen. Beer cans in the trash, microwave meals, not a lot of counter top food. It didn’t seem… scary.

“Um… are you sure you want me to wear your clothes? These are still clean. The hospital gave me them so I can just wear these.” Daryl said once he nodded to the man who handed him a soda. He didn’t wanna be a burden. Maybe. He just felt like letting Shane help. He really wanted a grilled cheese though, he hadn’t had homemade warm food for a while. Even if it was just bread and cheese.

Shane smiled and looked down for a second before looking back up at the boy through his eyelashes.

“Daryl, I told you to go get a shower and I’ll lay out some clothes for you. Now, go wash up, take as long as you want to, and I’ll have some clothes set out and a grilled cheese hot in the pan.” Shane said in a way that was gentle but left no room for argument. He’d usually only ever use it on kids but it didn’t seem to offend the young man. Daryl just nodded and mumbled an ‘alright.’

“It’s right over there and I’ll put some clothes on the table there. You can just grab them and change in the bathroom.” Shane explained and pointed to one of the two doors in the entire apartment. There was a side table next to the door since the couch was on the same wall. Daryl nodded and walked into the bathroom.

It was a shitty apartment bathroom but it wasn’t bad. The bathtub was bigger than the small one Daryl had at home, and there was a detachable shower head. Daryl was happy about that. He could really wash what needed to be washed without contorting himself as much. He pulled his hoodie off and then the plain white cotton t-shirt. He untied the sweatpants the hospital had given him and looked around for a minute.

The walls were a light green and didn’t seem gross, there was a rack with towels on it and some extra shampoo and wash rags, and the toilet lid was up but it was clean. The sink was clean, a toothbrush sitting in a cup next to the faucet and a tube of toothpaste sat capless next to it. There was a bottle of mouthwash too and Daryl wondered if he might be able to use some of it. It would be nice to be able to burn away everything in his mouth. Hell he’d like to drink the whole thing but that didn’t seem to be the best thing to do.

He opened the door a crack and chewed the inside of his lip for a minute before speaking loudly.

“Officer Walsh?” He said and held his shirt in his hand close to his chest, covering his bruised muddled skin. Shane quickly moved to be able to see the bathroom door.

“Yes? Do you need something? You alright?” He said concerned. Daryl swallowed and nodded.

“Could I have some of your mouthwash?” He said and looked down at the floor. Shane took a breath of relief and nodded.

“Yeah, totally. Actually you know what, I’ve got an extra toothbrush under the sink. You can have that if you want to brush your teeth.” Shane said. He always had an extra toothbrush at his place. Daryl closed and locked the door again without a thank you. Shane almost found his lack of manners endearing.

Granted it was a pink one, Daryl was happy to have it. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth out. He then gurgled and swished with the mouthwash. He was about to spit it out but then thought of what had happened came rushing back to him. As tears prickled his eyes he swallowed the burning mint liquid.

He pulled off the sweatpants and his socks and took a moment to figure out the shower and wait for the water to turn warm.

He had to admit that the hot water felt nice. The water pressure felt so good too, like a massage. So much better than the shit shower at home. There were four bottles of soap sitting on the side of the bathtub and Daryl read them while enjoying the way the water felt pattering away at his shoulders. They seemed to kinda fancy. He popped open the bottle of body wash and sniffed it. It was sort of minty, sort of like an orange.

Daryl put a small amount in his hand and looked at it. Officer Walsh had said feel free to use it…

He put a bit more and started scrubbing at the layers of gross that coated his skin.

He never got this after. He never just got to be clean after.

Floods of relief and anger and sadness washed over him and he scrubbed harder at his own skin. Each press against the bruises hurt but he almost wanted it to. He scrubbed at his ears and his face and turned the water temperature up even more. Steam was rising all around him and the water turned his skin pink.

Sniffling he grabbed the shower head from where it was being held up and held it closer to himself, the heat burned him but made him feel clean. Really clean. He cried harder as he got more soap onto his hand and scrubbed at his legs and the insides of his thighs. The water was too hot on his sensitive skin. He cried harder and scrubbed harshly at his dick. He cried harder, sobs starting to wrack his body from both pure sadness and a bit from pain. He ended up dropping the shower head causing it to bang against the wall.

“Fuck!” He said and grabbed it back up.

Shane had heard the sobs. He understood that maybe Daryl just needed to let loose all those feelings and the shower was usually the best place to let those feelings fly. But when he heard a loud bang he ran to get to the door.

“Daryl? Daryl, are you okay? Did you drop something, are you alright?” He said loudly with his hand on the doorknob. He heard the shower turn off and some sniffling.

“I’m fine.” Daryl said and grabbed a towel and started drying his hair. Shane waited there for a moment before walking back to the kitchen, giving the boy some privacy to grab the tank top and sweatpants off the table by the door. Shane had also left a pair of socks and a sweatshirt from the sheriff office that he’d shrunk on accident.

“Alright. Clothes are right here. Come get you a sandwich when you’re done.” Shane said and went back to put the three grilled cheeses on a plate once he grabbed himself one.

Daryl peaked out after drying himself off. He grabbed the pile of clothes quickly and retreated his upper half back into the bathroom. His skin hurt. Everything hurt. His bones hurt. His heart hurt. His head hurt the worst. And he still felt gross like everything was still in him.

He picked up the sweatshirt first, it was nice, he thought as much as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers. It was thick, heavy cotton and smelled really good. He pulled it on then pulled on the sweatpants, having to roll the waistband a few times to make the fit. He wiped some steam from the mirror over the sink and looked at his face. He wiped some tears and snot from his face with his sleeve and sucked the snot up his nose and pulled the loose pants back up.

One step out of the door he decided the socks would be a good idea. He folded his clothes and set them beside him on the couch and left Officer Walsh’s clothes in the bathroom. He pulled the socks over his feet and stood up only to be sitting back down as the officer handed him a plate of food and another soda.

“Is everything good? Fits alright?” The officer asked around a mouthful of food as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch. Daryl looked at the food for a moment and picked up one of the hot sandwiches.

“Yeah, it’s good. This shirt is really nice. Thanks.” Daryl said as he shoved more and more of the cheesy bread into his mouth. He was already on the second one when Shane finished his.

“You want anything else? I can make you another.” Shane offered as he watched the boy shovel food down his throat. Daryl shook his head immediately and Shane just looked at him. His skin was still pink from the shower, the bruises on his throat and neck weren’t as dark as he thought they’d be, the way he held himself seemed to be similar to that of a feral cat. All claws and teeth until you feed it and give it some pets.

“Hey, can we talk now? I can take a peak at those ribs when we’re done, alright?” Shane said after a minute. Daryl drank some of his soda and kept the plate in his lap.

“Alright. What’d you wanna talk about?” Daryl said hoping he wasn’t really gonna have to talk about it. Shane raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

“You know what I want to talk about. What happened last night? Who put you there?” Shane asked in a gentle tone. This was just a kid. A kid who’d been through a lot.

“Got locked to a pipe.” Daryl said and stared off to some spot on the floor. Shane nodded.

“Yeah I know, I unlocked you from a pipe. Who locked you there?” Shane asked again in his most gentle tone. Daryl shifted around and looked at his feet.

“‘M not gonna tell ya if you’re gonna get ‘em in trouble.” Daryl mumbled out and side eyed the officer. Shane nodded and thought about it. Maybe it was an offender that they could finally book for good, maybe it was someone who they were looking for, and maybe if Shane knew them he’d go find them on a friday night and make them sorry.

It’s better to know and not tell Daryl if he knows them. Just to know who did this, to keep an eye out.

“I’m not on the clock. I won’t talk to anybody about whatever you say.” Shane said sincerely while staring right into those ocean blue eyes. Daryl looked over at him for a moment and nodded a small bit.

“Daddy does it. Since I got street legal. He puts stuff in my drinks or something, knocks me out. He just puts me somewhere, calls all his crackhead friends and dudes he drinks with, and usually they’ll buy him a round or give him an eight ball or something.” Daryl said quietly while staring off. He’d never told anyone. He’d never let himself.

Shane felt sick. And mad. And disgusted. Daryl's own father does this to him? How could a father ever do this to a child. All those domestic calls, all those CPS notes, all of that did nothing to stop him from doing this to his youngest child. To his baby boy.

“I’m usually asleep for most of it, which is nice I guess. I just wake up after a few hours and either someone comes and gets me or Daddy unlocks me in the mornin’. He always pats me on the back or buys breakfast after. Tells me I did a good job.” Daryl said and shrugged. It felt… Just saying it felt so freeing. Just telling someone felt like he was unlocking a part of himself.

“Daryl… Can’t you leave? Stay somewhere else, somewhere where your father can’t do this to you. Daryl this… everything that’s happened to you, why do you keep going back to him?” Shane asked after a long quiet moment.

“I dunno… Merle comes home when he’s not in jail, it’s a roof and beer, and there’s not really anyone else who wants me. Momma died and Merle’s always in trouble and the poor people housing folks won’t let me in cause of my record and daddy and Merle’s reputations. I- I don’t got no where else ‘cept home.” Daryl said and started crying again. The thought of being alone without a home and not being able to see Merle and being all alone in the world made him feel so small. So lost. He sniffled and pulled the ends of his sleeves over his hands and wiped his face.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I understand. Being so young and alone, it’s scary. I understand Daryl, I know.” Shane said caringly and moved to grasp him lightly on the shoulder. Daryl crumpled and let out a loud sob as tears and snot started flowing down his face. He looked over at Shane and the older man couldn’t even help himself. Couldn’t restrain himself.

Shane moved to kneel in front of the boy and pull him into a hug. A tight, warm, hug. The kind you give to someone you love, the kind that can hold all the broken pieces together.

Daryl hiccuped and sobbed out, his arms trapped between his own chest and Officer Walsh’s, his plate falling down his legs to the floor beside them.

Shane let out quiet sh, sh, sh as he kept steady pressure squeezing the boy, just enough to ground him without making all those bruises ache or disturbing his ribs. He felt each ragged intake of air and heard each cry. He just held the boy and tried to push his own emotions away. Anger, sadness, he had to push it all away.

Daryl just cried and cried and shoved his face into Officer Walsh’s shoulder. The older man was so nice, so warm, so solid. So, so solid. Like an anchor keeping Daryl from floating away and getting lost.

Soon he felt boneless. Aching, but boneless. He sniffled and just let himself be held. He felt gross and soggy and his ribs really fucking hurt but being held so close almost made up for it all. He started to breathe in time with Officer Walsh’s hands rubbed up and down his back in slow strokes in a slow rhythm.

Shane pulled back once Daryl had calmed down, just moving back to hold him by the shoulders and look into those red rimmed eyes.

“It’ll be alright. I’ll help you, alright. I’ll help you get away from him. I’ll help you get housing, a job, we’ll get you all set alright. You’ve got someone on your side now. You won’t have to go back. You won’t have to try alone.” Shane said and kept his gaze steady with Daryl’s thin blue eyes. There was so much there. So much behind them. He backed up his gaze to take in Daryl’s whole face. He was an awfully cute kid, someone who’d be easy to take advantage of. Fucking bastards.

“I gotta go back. I don’t got no jeans that fit. Plus I got a backpack and my bow and I don’t got anywhere to stay and I don’t wanna stay here. I don’t know you.” Daryl said and shook away Shane’s hands. He couldn’t just… he couldn’t stay there. Alone. With a man who seems strong and has a gun and has an in with the cops. It just wasn’t safe.

But Daryl really wishes he could though. He really wishes he could have another sandwich and another hug. He wishes he could get another shower. He really wishes he could just smother himself in the smell coming from the sweatshirt hanging off him. He feels safe. But he knows better than to trust a man he just met.

Shane swallowed and nodded, backing up to sit next to the boy. It was fair. Actually it was so much more reasonable than anything Shane would have come up with in the moment. But after a moment he came up with a few ideas.

“I’ve got a friend. He’s in the department too. He’s nice and compassionate and a really great guy. He lives in the suburbs, he’s got a great wife with a baby on the way. I could call him and ask if you might be able to sleep there. Then tomorrow we could go with you and you could go get your stuff.” Shane explained and thought about it. Rick and Lori were such good people. If Rick just sat down and talked to Daryl, got to know Daryl, Shane was sure he’d let the young man crash in the extra bedroom downstairs. Daryl just stared at him for a minute. He’s really offering to help. He’s bringing in other people. People who he knew Daryl would trust to sleep in the same house with.

“Really?” He said in disbelief. Shane smiled and gently patted the younger man's back.

“Yeah. We’ll do this together. Whichever way you’re comfortable with. Look, you can watch TV or look in the kitchen for something to eat. Do whatever you want, I’m gonna call my friend. His name’s Rick, by the way. Rick Grimes.” Shane said and handed the boy the TV remote.

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Kill a Dixon Part 1

A call in about a public sexual assault. That’s how Shane’s journey began to help one twenty year old Daryl Dixon. Daryl’s just a young man struggling to make it in the world without being alone. Kind Lori Grimes and compassionate Officer Grimes help him with a roof and long talks.

Officer Walsh really had a soft spot in his heart for the kid. And One Miss Lori Grimes would feel a twinge of motherly affections toward him too.

Shane hated calls like this. Any rapes really pissed him off. But public raping? Gang rape? Public gang rape in the park public bathrooms, some kid handcuffed, beat up, and blacked out.

Shane expected a druggy, maybe someone strung out or a town prostitute that mixed up with some bad guys.

When he walked into the nasty old bathroom to wait on an ambulance he didn't expect to see a skinny light headed man- boy kneeling limply on the floor with his wrists cuffed to a pipe above his head. He was naked, all bruised and red. He had what looked like hickies all over his neck and shoulders and collarbones but also hand shaped bruises around his neck and bruises formed around his ribs and scratches running down his thighs. He had a bruise on his cheek too but no black eye. Shane then did notice he still had on a pair of unlaced brown work boots. Probably had his clothes cut off of him.

He quickly walked over and knelt down in front of the lifeless form.

"Hey, hey buddy, I've got an ambulance on the way but let's get you out of these. Hey man are you alright? Can you wake up? Wake up for me now." Shane said quietly in his Emergency Hurt Children voice. He looked over the boy and held his bloody wrist in his hand for a second and felt a strong pulse.

He looked at the cuffs and noticed they looked like cheap ones you could get at a sex shop maybe. He was sure he had a needle or a paperclip in his truck.

"I'm gonna go get a clip from my truck to get these unlocked. I'll be right back. I'll be right back, I'm not leaving." The officer said even though the boy was still unresponsive. Shane could see him breathing though and he seemed to still have good color in his face.

He quickly dashed back to his truck and looked around till he found a stack of papers he was working on while on patrol. He snatched a paperclip off of a few of the papers and dashed back to where the boy was shifting slightly.

He knelt back in front of the boy and quickly used the paperclip to work open the cuffs while speaking calmingly to him.

"Hey buddy, I'm Officer Walsh. I've got an ambulance on the way. We're just gonna wait here till they come. Can you tell me your name?" Shane said and pulled the boy's hands down. The young man blinked, groaned, and wrapped his arms around his middle, leaning forward.

"Daryl. Aint need no ambulance. Need my jeans and a shirt." The boy grumbled with a thick southern accent as he moves to grab the side of the sink and pull himself up. He fails though and ends up slipping back down to his knees moaning in pain.

Shane shushes him and holds his hands out to help the boy- Daryl- up.

"Hey, Daryl, Let's take this easy now. You're in shock, you need to at least get checked out at the hospital. We'll get your report figured ou-"

"I said I don't need a damn ambulance. I need my fuckin' jeans and a shirt. Don't need any fuckin' hand outs." Daryl said and pushed himself up to stand. He turned a sickly green color and quickly bent over the sink to puke.

"Alright. Alright man, let me go get some clothes out of my truck. I'll see what I've got." Sahen said as he stood next to the boy and looked over at him again. He seemed to have just thrown up what looked like bile, sperm, and probably piss. Shane shook his head as he jogged back to the truck to snag the pack of clothes he always carried. People are so fucked up. He was glad he always had some extra clothes, it was just in case he got into some really nasty shit to save a kid or cat or got shit thrown at him by crackheads.

He grabbed the small green bag from under the driver's seat and jogged back to where Daryl was still retching. He looked so weak. Shaking like a leaf, naked, cold, covered in bruises and dried ejaculate with tears and snot running down his face from dry heaving.

"I've got some extras. I don't know if they'll fit you but if you're so adimate about it..." Shane said and handed over the bag. He heard sirens in the distance. Maybe if the ambulance got here, then the boy would see reason.

Daryl grabbed the bag and ripped open the zipper and grabbed the pair of jeans that were folded on top.

"I already said I don't need no handouts. I can take care of myself, pig." Daryl said and pulled the jeans on over his work boots. They were at least three sizes too big.

"Hey, there's no reason for that. I'm just trying to help you Daryl. Now the ambulance is already gonna be here any second and you look like you might have a fractured rib, bruised at least. Let them take you to the hospital and the hospital can file a report. They can at least give you some he-"

"Look officer dumbass, I just need to go home. I don't need you or them damn doctors help." Daryl said and pulled on the t-shirt that also hung over his thin body. The jeans kept falling down and Shane was going to offer some zip ties to hold them up but Daryl was already cutting the bottom hem off to use as a belt.

"Look, man, if you're strung out or anything else it won't matter. I just want you to get checked out. Broken bones, STDs, diseases, that's all I'll care about. If you got something nasty then the hospital can give you some medicine. Hell if you're on anything else." Shane said as the ambulance pulled in. Daryl was about to storm off but he fell down to his knees.

Soon Daryl was in the back of the ambulance fighting off the EMTs. Shane had already told them everything he knew. And they left for the hospital.

Shane had done everything he could. There wasn't anything at the scene and well this county didn't care much about boys ending up like this. He found out later that it had been Daryl Dixon so the county was really against investigating it given the Dixon clan were all druggy criminals. Shane though... Shaen called the hospital the next morning but earned the news that Daryl had signed himself out right after they had gotten blood drawn from him.

Sighing as he got dressed, he needed groceries and had the night patrol again, he decided maybe he'd keep an eye out for a guy in jeans too big and a hoodie, the hospital said he'd taken a hoodie from another patient.

Sure enough limping down the road walking toward the druggy, dirty outskirts of town, hood pulled over his head was one Daryl Dixon. Shane turned around and drove beside him real slow.

"Hey! Daryl! Hey man, c'mon come talk to me for a second." Shane hollered out his passenger side window. He rolled beside the boy who kept his head down and hands shoved into the hoodie pockets.

"C'mon 'm just checking up on ya as a friend. No badge, just me." Shane said and Daryl huffed and walked off the road onto the grass beside it.

"Just wanna make sure you're alright. Called the hospital. Heard what kinda hell you raised." Shane said again. He had called. He had been told that 'That little creatin yelled every curse at us and halfway wrestled the EMTs out of the ambulance. We had to sedate him just to get some blood. There's no way we'll get him into x-ray.' He wasn't surprised.

Daryl kept walking, a little faster over the cold morning dew.

"I read up on your file." Shane finally yelled and stopped fully. The younger man also stopped.

Daryl took a big breath and stomped over to the stopped vehicle.

"Yeah? Read 'bout old parking tickets? Or did you rather read 'bout how many times I left that hospital before. Just like I already told you- I don't need no damn handouts." The man said and turned and started walking off again.

Shane nodded. He'd read about the eleven times Daryl had signed himself out since he turned eighteen. Two years and nearly six hospital visits a year. Every time he was found unconscious somewhere. Drugs, beaten up, dumped out of a car, and the last four times have all been the same. Locked to pipe or wall or tree and raped. Public, all public. And every time they try to file a police report or get him into rehab or try to get the police involved, he denies. Worse, the cops can charge him with public nudity.

Shane also looked into the family the kid lived with. Daddy, Will, Dixon was a bastard. Domestic violence, drugs, every charge possible related to drinking or being drunk, and child endangerment. And a brother, Merle, who Shane had seen in the precinct many times but was lucky enough never to have dealt with. He had a wrap sheet a mile long too.

But Daryl? Daryl didn’t do much more than poach. He had been forgiven for dozens of poachings. From a decade ago and from the past year. Probably had to hunt to eat by the looks of it. He seemed to be the only Dixon that didn’t have some sort of drinking habit or drug addiction.

“They said you didn’t even shower. You even got hot water at home? I know I do. Shower, bath tub, hot food. Now how ‘bout you come talk to me, get in the truck, and we can figure something out.” Shane offered and kept a slow roll next to the kid. Daryl stopped. Kept his eyes down and thought.

“What’d you want in return?” He yelled back as another car went around the officer waving. Shane chuckled and shook his head, looking up at the squinting blue eyes.

“Conversation ‘bout what happened. And let me take a look at your ribs. Ain’t no nurse but I’d prefer knowing that they aint broke.” Shane said sincerely and Daryl looked over at him. Sharp blue eyes stared at him for a moment. He snarled and rolled his eyes and walked up to the vehicle.

“You got any cokes at your house?” He asked as he hauled himself into the sheriff's vehicle. Shane smiled and pulled onto the highway listening for Daryl to buckle his seat belt.

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Doctor Will Make You Better Part 5

“No, no, no,no, nononono I don’t want it! I don’t wanna be asleep! I wanna nest! I wanna have my heat! I’m not gonna do it! I don’t fuckin wanna sleep!” Frank screamed as Loki pulled his arms across his stomach in a basket hold.

Frank was… not crazed, not manic, but scared . His mind was fuzzy and muddy filled with red hot anger and chilling fear. He couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. He was just scared . One moment he was eating dinner waiting on getting a nice warm bath with Loki, mama, and the next he was… reverting back to fight or flight. And there was nowhere to go.

He was an omega in the road to heat, his first heat in so long that would be treated with love and care. He was in his most vulnerable state which only ramped up his hair trigger response.

All it took for him to last out was Loki moving to pet his hair.

Frank had screamed and swung his fist around to hit the doctor in the stomach but Loki had acted so fast it was almost scary. They pulled Frank down to be on one knee by his wrist. Frank struggled and fought, kicking and screamed but Loki pulled his arms around and knocked his other foot so Frank was kneeling.

The doctor rocked him back and forth but Frank continued screaming and fighting. Loki simply sat down in front of the man and really hoped Frank wouldn’t bite them. They held his hands so his arms stayed crossed around his stomach.

“Fuck you! Get away from me! Let me fucking go-” Frank yelled and reared his head back for a headbutt

Loki hummed and let one of Frank’s hands go to quietly shove his face to their neck.

“Oh-” Frank gasped and leaned in to really nuzzle at the doctor’s neck, his mind cooling and calming becoming clearer. Loki smiled and let Frank’s other hand go so they could rub his back. Frank put his hands on Loki’s knees to push himself closer to the scent of warm cookies and coffee.

“I’m not putting you to sleep. I won’t make you sleep. It’s gonna make you feel better. I’m right here, look I’m right here. We’re just gonna sit here for a moment Frank. Just breathe, those silly hormones are making you feel bad huh? Yeah we need to get you good, clean and in your nest. Such a pretty nest.” Loki whispered quietly and Frank slumped against them. He moved to wrap his arms around Loki’s lithe but very strong frame.

“Mama” Frank whimpered as his mind fell down around him. All the fear and anger that had been keeping him up dissipated. He felt like he was falling down, falling from space.

He was so tired, so warm, protected. There were arms around him, a chest to hold him up, and a heart beating right below his ear. He was too tired to feel shame or guilt about trying to hurt Loki. He was too far down, too far away. Too far into his heat. His muscles released and he could feel himself start slicking through his underwear. He just whimpered and tried to crowd closer to Loki. He just wanted… wanted to be under their skin.

Loki held him closer. This was perfect. The perfect situation. A break, a shattering, the rise before the fall. Sure the rise was violent and explosive but oh the fall. The fall was the best part. They were needed, Frank was falling not down not on himself but to Loki. And they would be right there to coddle him. To coax his love from him. To be the only thing he will ever need.

Loki grinned widely and shushed the man in their arms. They rubbed his back and leaned their head to rest on the top of his.

“Yes baby, momma’s right here. I’m not going anywhere. You just let me take care of you, you poor sweet thing. I’m not going to leave you. You’re my baby.” Loki said with pity filling their voice. Their eyes were wild and they felt like every wire in their body was firing sparks. Frank needed them, Frank had become perfect. Frank was a tiny little glass orb in Loki’s palm, crushable but beautiful.

“Mama? Smell good. Mama knot me?” Frank whined out as he swiveled his hips, shoving his nose deeper into Loki’s neck. The mental fuzz of his heat practically dissolved his filter, dissolved everything except that one little part of his brain that just wants a mate. All he was, was a little omega, small and needy and ready to take a mate.

Loki was ecstatic with joy and felt such a feeling of fulfillment. They felt Frank try to grind on them but shushed him and moved to kiss at the side of his head.

“Yes, my sweet honey bun, Momma will give you what you need.” Loki promised and Frank whined, all low and gravely, and moved to kiss Loki’s neck.

He kissed down from their jaw, right to their scent gland.

“Sh, sh, sh, you need a bath. Come let me take care of you. Show everyone that you’re my good boy. Be good for me, omega .” Loki whispered in Frank’s ear which made him shoved and pant hotly against Loki’s shoulder. Loki smiled when Frank nodded his head.

“You gonna get in tha bath too? Gonna hold me?” Frank asked and Loki pushed him back away from their neck, causing some grumpy whines.

Loki took in the image in front of them. What an image too, should be captured permanently on film. Frank was all pink, blushing down his neck, glossy eyed, lips all pouty and kissed up red, hair down and messy on his forehead. A needy thing. His arms flexed as he pushed himself to straighten his back. He sat up higher and pushed his chest out a bit.

“When you’re under my care, I can hold you in the bath. For now though-” Loki explained but was cut short by a big whined Frank slumping back down. Loki smiled and moved to stand up and pet Frank’s hair.

“For now you just need to let everyone see what a good boy you are. If you can be good then you can have as many cuddly baths as you want when you come home with me.” Loki said and scratched at Frank’s slightly greasy hair. Frank shoved his head toward the doctor’s hand. Frank leaned forward and rubbed his face on Loki’s slacks.

“Come now, Frank. Let’s take a nice long bath and get your nest ready. Maybe Miss Jones will let us have some of the candies she has. Hm? Will you be happy if I bring you a treat for being good in the bath? Something sweet?” Loki asked and leaned down to help pull Frank to his feet. Frank stood up and hugged onto Loki, face all sweet and grinning.

“Mama, can ‘ have candy bar? Like em…” Frank tried to put together but Loki smelled so good and they were right there . Loki knew too, they knew how hard it was for the man to speak when he was so far away and heating. Loki just smiled and nodded, pushing Frank to stand, wobbly, on his own. It was nice to see Frank letting those basic omegan needs be known. He wanted the basic stuff; Mate, safety, warmth, to be held, food. Most omegas wanted chocolate when they were in heat anyway.

“Yes, you can have a candy bar. You have to stay still for a minute okay? We have to put those anklets and bracelets on and you have to wear that collar. Can you stand right here so I can put them on you?” Loki asked in a quiet, calm way that seemed to root Frank deeper into that calm, perfect mindset. Frank nodded and moved his whole body to watch Loki move to open the door and pulled the padded shackles and heavy neck cover from the table outside.

Loki had hated seeing Frank have to wear the plain solid metal shackles and heavy weighted collar so they had opted to go and find a nice pair of softly padded dark blue shackles and a soft black collar that had soft texture on the inside. They didn’t like the way all of the metal shackles had heavy clinking locks to hold them together, instead the new ones had quiet reinforced buckles.

“These won’t drag on you like those old ones did. Can we take your socks off? It’ll make it easier, your feet won’t be cold very long.” Loki asked and knelt down on one knee in front of Frank who sort of curled in on himself to be closer to the other person. Frank nodded and sat down on the edge of his cot so they could slip his socks off.

After several quiet clips and only one break for Frank to nuzzle and lick at Loki’s neck, the pair was ready. Loki was watching as Frank walked toward the door, shaky legged and pink. He was in heat and he was floating. Loki was sure once in the tub they could at least get to touch his lovely body and settle him. He looked amazing in his collar too, the way it brought out the paleness of his skin and the way it was skin tight on his muscular neck and traps.

Loki opened the door and Frank immediately grabbed a handful of Loki’s blouse up in his hand. The floor was cold and the lights were bright but there weren’t any people. Frank took very small steps and Loki just confidently walked along the hall.

That was until they got to the nurse’s station. There were two nurses, a security guard, and Miss Jones typing on the computer in the small office. Frank ducked away and thunked his forehead on Loki’s back, between his shoulder blades.

“Well you got him out. We better tell front security. He’s gonna kill you once you unlock those, beat you up at least.” One of the nurses bitchily said to Loki, who just smiled and turned to pet Frank's head.

“They aren’t locked.” They said and turned to continue their walk. The nurses’ mouths hung open and they angrily whispered to the security guard who just shrugged and pointed his thumb back at the dietitian, someone who had more say over Frank’s care then they did.

Loki was smug as they walked to the baths, Frank glued to their back. Frank was panting, his slick was flowing its way down his thighs now. Loki used his badge to open the door and Frank seemed to stumble a bit at the wave of warm, fragrant, damp air.

Loki had used every soothing scent. Vanilla mostly as Frank rather liked the scent and honeysuckle because the honeysuckle bath salts had the least burn when a heating omega first got in. They’d added relaxers and oils and of course turned the heat up a bit farther than they’d regularly had it set.

They ushered Frank to beside the bath.

“Here, let me…” The doctor said and quickly unclipped the shackles and collar. Frank was wobbling on his feet like he was dizzy so Loki stood in front of him, guiding him to lean on their chest.

“Smell ‘really good” Frank said, like a drunken man. Loki let out a light breathy chuckle as they pulled Frank’s shirt up over his head.

“I put all sorts of good things in. Come now, Frank, I’d like you to be clean.” Loki said in a softly commanding way as they pushed Frank’s pants down over his ass and thighs. The soft fabric fell to the tiled floor and Frank hummed and shoved his own underwear down off of him. Slick freely flowed down his thighs, down to his calves. He was panting and his hand was already moving to stroke his cock. His other hand went to grab at Loki’s waistband.

“Sh, sh, sh, into the bath with you. One foot, then the other.” Loki prompted and held both Frank’s wrists in their hands.

Frank stepped into the milky hot water of his bath, a groan flooding from his throat followed by a hiss when his bottom sank into the water. Loki watched him, all big blown brown eyes and muscles flexing and relaxing. He reached back down to himself to stroke at his cock and reached even farther to touch his slickened hole. Frank groaned and leaned his head onto Loki.

“So beautiful. Like art…” Loki whispered and sat down beside the tub on a small stool. Frank groaned deeply and his arms worked faster to soothe the ache he was feeling. Loki hummed and reached to pull one hand away.

“No no no, hafta- hafta touch it. You touch it. Touch me.” Frank panted out and looked at Loki as he pulled their hand toward his crotch.

Loki smiled and leaned forward and Frank nuzzled into their neck and panted. Loki reached into the water and found where Frank was still stroking at his cock, they stopped to run the tips of their fingers from just under the crest, down following the burning hot vein, and to cup his sack.

Frank was groaning, panting in short ‘ ah ah ah’ s. His body was on fire and it felt amazing . For the first time in what felt like a million years he was heating with someone who cared, someone who loved him.

“When I get you home I’ll give you so many kisses, I’ll make sure your body is thoroughly worshiped.” Loki whispered as they reached down to trace circles around Frank's relaxed hole. Frank groaned and let out a long gravelly whine.

“Knot me, please mama, I need it. I need it.” Frank begged and his arms rose up out of the water to wrap around the doctor’s shoulders, soaking their shirt. Loki just shushed him and pushed two long fingers into his body.

Frank squealed . His legs kicked up and his chest pitched forward, his cock shock line after line of thick hot cum into the bath water.

A flood of “ Yes yes yes! Please, please, please, please, please. Mama fuck me, please fuck me, I’m ready, I’m ready.” spewed from Frank's mouth where he was burying his face in Loki’s neck. Loki could feel the way Frank’s body sucked their fingers in deeper, craving to have something more inside of his body. They shushed him and could feel their own arousal growing deep within themself. The power they held over this… beast. This monster, a murderer, an animal only capable of pain and anger.

“That’s it honey bun, as soon as we get you home I’ll make sure you get as many knots as you want. You can present to me and not have to worry.” Loki mumbled and curled his fingers inside of Frank, effectively triggering the muscles to hug tight to keep a knot inside. Frank was panting and moaning and his cock was softening in the water.

“I love you. Loki, I love you.” Frank whispered as his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing evened out. Loki just stared down at him.

“Yes, Francis, yes you do. You always will. You need me.” Loki whispered and pushed Frank’s hair back. What they didn’t say was ‘ I need you too’ .

What a precious thing. A warm, cozy, relaxed, heating omega. So fragile, so breakage. Even in the hands of a mate they can shatter like dust thin glass.

Frank was so beautiful when he was sleeping. When he was sleeping not knocked out. He was soft, all smooth pale skin and pretty pink scars, relaxed squishy muscularity, and he was warm. Warm like a furnace, like he was fresh baked bread himself, all warm dough. His mouth was open just a small bit, his lips red and shiny and letting out big strong breaths. His chest rose and fell with perfect rhythm, nipple pink and hard, arms laid gently over his stomach.

Frank… perfect clay to mold. Form into a sculpture of all Loki’s design.

Breaking down only a cracked, burned, broken old mind to fit the beautiful body that emcompasses it.

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Doctor Will Make You Better Part 4

It was wonderful to see the man so much less… pent up. He was less aggressive, his blood pressure was better, his eyes were warmer, he was nesting. Simply giving him what he needed all along had brought the man to trust Loki, show them the softer side of the once only brutish man.

Moving Frank to the corner room of the ward had given Loki surprising gifts. They’d thought it would lighten Frank’s mood to be able to watch cars outside or have the sun on his face. However when the doctor came to talk with the patient and comb his hair, they found Frank shoving his cot against another wall of the room. Frank had moved his bed, his chair, and his small table all in different spots in the room. The gift however was the fact Frank was sweaty, shirtless, and floating .

Frank was smiling, all pink cheeks and dazed eyes, beautiful . Loki walked in and looked around, all the omega’s bedding was piled in a corner. That’s when Loki realized that Frank had fashioned a bit of a barricade around said corner. Around his nest .

“Is it okay?” Frank asked as he looked into Loki’s eyes.

The doctor couldn't help but grin back at him. They let their eyes wander from Frank’s bare feet, up his covered legs to where his sweatpants hung lowly on his hips. The light blue fabric caught some of the sweat that rolled down Frank’s stressed abdomen causing it to take on a dark color. Oh the way sweat rolled down those muscles… Loki licked their lips at the thought of kissing up and down from those pointed nipples down over thick hips and strong stomach. Frank stood in the center of his room completely unashamed of his body, of his scars, completely focused on Loki’s approval.

“It’s wonderful, I’m so proud of you for nesting. Let’s get you a floor pad and some good cushions once we get you cleaned up. We don’t want you to be all sweaty in such a nice nest now do we?” Loki said lightly and came to stand in front of Frank who nodded and closed his eyes as Loki gently placed their hand on Frank’s shoulder. Such an act of submission and trust. Beautiful.

“I want you to make your nest as comfortable as possible. Tell me what you need for it to be perfect.” Loki said and used one hand to rub at the side of Frank’s neck which lolled over to show more flesh to the doctor’s hand.

“Can I have… Can I have you in my nest?” Frank asked with a lazy grin while looking at the taller person. Loki grinned and took their hand away to stand in front of Frank.

“Not yet, dear, but when you get released into my care… I can hold you through all your heats. Until then though you need to be strong. Can you be strong for me Frank? Can you take care of your heat by yourself?” Loki said sadly and looked at Frank’s pouting, scrunched face. Frank looked down and sighed.

“Can I still have more blankets?” The man asked and looked at Loki from under his eyelashes. Loki smiled and nodded.

“Of course! While you soak in the bath I’ll gather up a nice nest kit and leave it in here. Now you understand what comes with taking a bath right?” Loki asked.

They’d already been over it but Frank was in a fuzzy state so hopefully the conversation would raise him up just enough so he’d understand and not panic. Loki really needed Frank to show that he was calm, cooperative, and thoroughly controlled by them when needed. A walk down the entire hallway, down and back from the bathing suite, that would show everyone Frank was no longer a mindless killer.

Frank looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes a bit and rubbed his hands up and down over the waistband of his pants.

“You have to wear restraints.” Loki said while staring at Frank’s relaxed face. The man turned and walked around his room a bit.

“Okay.” Frank said after a moment as he looked out the window. The window was a great gift from the doctor. There were birds to watch, people walking around, sometimes fancy cars drove by. The best part though was the fact the sun rose right outside. He would wake up to the sun on his back, in his face, and he was glad for it. Feeling the rays light up the room was calming. So much more calming when he didn’t have to have the fluorescent lights on.

“You have to be collared and secured to me via your shackles.” Loki continued and watched Frank become a bit more tense, standing straighter and his shoulders rising a bit.

“If you don’t pull me around like a stubborn dog.” Frank joked and turned with a smile for the doctor. Loki had learned to savor the small jokes and dry humor that ever so often sparked from the man.

“I won’t need to if you do not act like a stubborn little puppy. I’m sure after a nice long bath you’ll be nice and comfortable. I’ll make sure you’re nice and dry before getting you dressed.” Loki stated, which made Frank smile and relax.

He relaxed physically but his mind stayed paused a bit. Leaving his room seemed to cause such anxiety nowadays… But he was comforted by the fact that only Loki would be escorting him. No one barking at him when he didn’t walk fast enough, no one pulling on him, no one to close him in and make him trapped. Just Loki to take care of him.

Over the past week Frank had become… needy of Loki’s attention. He craved the doctor’s presence, praise, touch. He’d roll around at night when his body craved a mate, he’d imagine the doctor’s hands. The pale cool fingers across his chest, gripping the back of his neck, opening his slicking hole, a slim body pressed against his back, thick dark hair in between his fingers, a mouth on his own, on his chest, kissing his ears, sucking marks on the insides of his thighs, his cock enveloped by a searing hot mouth, a knot pressing it’s way into his thoroughly prepared hole…

Loki had become the only thing on his mind all the time. The doctor made him feel better, feel good. They made him feel safe and secure and happy. They took away his anger and made him feel perfect, made him feel so safe he gave up.

Giving up was his moment of breakthrough. He crumbled under the doctor’s gaze at night. During the day he tried to keep himself up in case someone unpleasant came to him, but at night he fell apart and thought only of pleasing the doctor. He’d whine and whimper to the empty room, hoping somehow Loki would hear him and come. His stomach would do those silly feeling backflips and release all tension and he’d grow warm first, heat seeping from his center and making his hips down to his thighs warm and relaxed. His cock would chub up to the point he just had to stroke it. Then his hole would clench and slick would coat his insides. The more the images of Loki caring for him, taking him , spread in his mind the more irresistible the urges got until he was reaching under his cot to pull out the toy the doctor had given him. He’d knot himself with a whimper of “ Please, Mama, Please” and he’d rest peacefully until the sunrise woke him up before anyone came to see him.

“Alright. Just… Don’t let the people stare at me. I don’t like it.” Frank said and looked back out at the park that sat across from the institute. Sometimes people brought their dogs to walk around the park, Frank liked watching dogs. He liked the thought of being the one watching, he hated the thought of being watched though.

“Of course. Now I’ll go get all the supplies and bath ready while you eat. The dietitian will be watching so they’ll come put the anklets on in a moment.” Loki informed the omega so he could put on a shirt and sit on his cot. Frank nearly never let anyone else see him in anything less than his slippers, pants, and shirt. The doctor made their way to the door and turned back with a smile at Frank’s groan when they mentioned the dietitian.

“Be nice to her, she’s not from psych, she’s from the recovery center. They want to get your care plan ready for me. They want to make sure I feed a big boy like you enough calories.” Loki joked and waited with their hand on the door handle for Frank to nod and mumble a ‘ yeah, alright’ .

The dietitian was nice. She was a rather tall woman with very bouncy hair. Frank had never seen her before but she seemed to be an omega too, guessing by the horrendous nervous scent that emanated from her.

“Hi Mister Castle, I’m Miss Ebony Jones, I’m going to be monitoring you while you eat and asking you a few questions after. Does that sound alright?” She had asked as she sat down on a rolling chair the nurses had wheeled in once they locked Frank’s ankles into the chains that pulled out from under his cot.

Frank had just nodded and mumbled a “ Yes ma’am.” and started on his tray of food. He had no reason to think this woman was a threat, he had no reason not to be on his best behavior and have manners.

He had started getting better meals ever since moving to the corner room. Loki had made sure to get him balanced meal plans, meals he would actually eat. Fried rice was one of Frank’s favorites, fried rice and egg rolls or dumplings and salad and a big orange for dessert. He always had a bottle of water but today he also had a small bottle of a protein drink.

He ate quietly at his table, he tried not to fidget too much but his hips were aching and his bottom was becoming a little bit tender.

“Are you alright Mister Castle? Are you experiencing stomach pain?” Miss Jones asked when Frank made a face and shifted to sit a different way again. He shook his head and swallowed the bite of food he had in his mouth. Speaking with food in your mouth is very rude, his mind told him.

“Pre-heat. My ass hurts.” Frank said calmly and took another bite of his food. He wipes his hands with his napkin and sat back. He was nearly done with his water which meant he could have his chocolate drink and his orange. He always looked forward to an orange.

The woman nodded and looked at him with pity in his eyes.

“Oh I understand, you should sit on a pillow that would help. Those foam chairs are so uncomfortable.” She said and Frank nodded and kept her eyes as he reached back to grab one of his bed pillows.

Miss Jones was a very nice woman, Frank decided. He sat on his pillow and it made a world of difference. He ate nice and slow, taking his time to peel his orange and drink the smooth chocolate drink. She waited till he wiped his mouth and sat back away from his tray to start her questions.

“Do you feel full or do you feel like you need to eat more?” She asked and pulled forward her clipboard to write on it.

“I could eat more. Wouldn’t turn away another orange.” Frank answered and the dietitian smiled and wrote something down.

“Okay, so do you think in four hours you would feel hungry enough to eat another meal?” Frank shook his head. In four hours it would be nine. Loki would be in here talking to him and getting him ready for bed. He’d have already brushed his teeth and Loki would have already cleaned him up.

After a few more questions the woman stood up and walked over, cautiously slow, to Frank’s table. He didn’t move when she picked up his tray.

“Doctor Laufeyson was right when he said you’re very well mannered. I’ll go get you another orange.” The woman said with a mischievous smile as she left.

Frank was pink faced and shyer when she came back and set an orange in a bowl and a napkin on his table. Loki talked about him to other people… how embarrassing. She smiled at him and left, before he even had the peel off his extra snack Loki was coming back in with a large proud smile on their face.

“Ebony said you did a good job! Oh she said she got you a treat for being such a good boy, that looks delicious. Eat that up and we can get you a nice bath. Everyone else is already in the common room for after dinner TV time, we’ll have all the time.” Loki said happily as they unlocked Frank’s ankles from his chains. Frank was already more relaxed and let a smile soothe the edges of his lips.

“I think she’s nice.” Frank mumbled and took a bite of fruit. It was sweet and chilled and tasted just as good as the first one. Loki smiled and petted at Frank’s hair. The man rubbed against their hand.

It was nice, the quiet. It was peaceful.

Loki chuckled lightly and wiped Frank’s face. The man just closed his eyes and pushed his face forward. Loki squatted down a bit so they were face to face with Frank. They pulled the napkin away and Frank opened his eyes. Such a handsome face… such soft eyes. Loki stared at his eyes, soft as pillows and sweet as chocolate, and they almost felt overwhelmed with need… Pupils dilated, cheeks powder pink, his dark hair falling down over his forehead. Such a sweet sight. Such a sweet omega.

“So pretty darling, you are so pretty.” The doctor said and cradled the man’s jaw, their thumb caressing his bottom lip. Frank stared back as his eyes grew fuzzy, he peaked his tongue out to lick at Loki’s thumb. He took it in to suck at it for a moment.

“Naughty… come now Frank, bath time.” Loki said and stood up, pulling their digit from Frank’s warm mouth. The man let out a short whine but remembered what bath time means…

Loki seeing him naked, all warm and pinked from pre-heat, touching him all over, smelling his slick’s scent. Frank swallowed and looked at the floor. What if alpha didn’t like him? What if Loki thought he wasn’t good enough? What if mama thought his parts weren’t right, thought he was ugly, took back how they felt about him and tossed him back in the windowless empty room he had started in?

Frank wrapped his arms around himself and curled in on himself.

“Frank? What’s wrong? Cramps? Your bath’s gonna help with all that, it’ll make you feel better…” Loki said and spoke about what they had added to the bath and what it was all for but Frank just sat in his chair curled up chewing on the inside of his mouth. His mind was foggy and fuzzy, which usually would feel amazing and relaxing, but in that state anxiety and fear roamed freely.

Soon he could barely breathe, his head was spinning, and he was lashing out at the one person who he never wanted to hurt.

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Doctor Will Make You Better Part 3

“I don’t want it! Get the fuck off of me! Bitch I’ll fuckin-” Frank screamed as someone pushed his shirt sleeve up. The lights were still off and he didn’t hear anyone come in. He hated when they did this. After such a nice day, after such a relaxing amazing day, they had to fucking ruin it. He was asleep. Why did they have to sedate him now? It was nighttime, there was no need.

“Sh sh sh, you’ve got to take your medicine. Nothing to make you sleepy, just for your fever.” A familiar voice rang out and Frank blinked, trying to get his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. A hand was on his, gently rubbing back and forth. Slim, long, cool fingers rubbing from his wrist across his palm and back down. The rhythm and cool touch calmed him immediately. Frank relaxed back down on his bed and yawned.

“I’ll give it to you and then you can have a present. Okay? Can you hold still for just a little prick?” Doctor Laufeyson said gently as they came into focus in the dim light. They smiled at the way Frank yawned, all big and goofy.

“Didn’t hear you.” Frank said as he blinked away the sleep dust from his eyes and watched the doctor smile and nod.

“Yes, you were sleeping so well I didn’t want to wake you. I should have given you this two hours ago but you seemed to need your rest. Luckily your fever hasn’t risen. Now, may I give you this and give you a present?” Loki said again and Frank swore their eyes glowed.

Loki was utterly content to watch the shorter man sleep. Frank was sleeping on his stomach, one arm under his pillow under his head and the other loose with his hand by his neck. Frank’s shirt had risen up to show a bit of his stomach Which Loki found… oddly adorable. They’d seen that tummy already but the way Frank looked so relaxed and warm made it seem so cute. Loki had just sat and watched the omega, their omega, sleep.

“A present?” The man asked curiously. He never really got anything before, only ever had things taken away. What would the present be? Did having another blanket count? More blankets would be incredible…

“Yes, a nice big present and I brought a few snacks since you didn’t have dinner.” Loki explained with a small smile. They would make sure Frank ate enough for three meals a day at least. Since dinner was two hours ago there was no chance Loki would be able to go get leftovers from the kitchen. They’d gone and bought food from the convenience store down the block.

“Okay.” Frank said and turned his head away from his arm. He didn’t mind needles but he still didn’t like to watch. It was always the worst part if you watched. Of course it was different when he was sewing himself up, then he was in control of the needle.

“Good, you know how this goes…” Loki said and pulled the scrub sleeves up to expose Frank’s large upper arm and wiped it with an alcohol wipe that they had laid out next to him on the bed. They pulled the blue cap off the syringe full of slightly yellow tinted slightly viscous liquid.

“Can you do something for me, Frank?” Loki asked when they saw the way Frank was tensing his arm muscle.

“Yes ma’am.” Frank responded and looked over at the doctor with squinted eyes. Loki gently rubbed up and down his arm trying to get him to relax.

“I want you to count down from twenty. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, like that. This should be all over before you even get done. You just have to relax your arm while you count though, it’ll make it hurt less. Can you do that for me, Frank?” The doctor spoke in the calmest, gentlest tone. One that floated around Frank’s head making him nod.

“Good, good job.” Loki said and Frank started his count. Frank’s arm relaxed and the doctor acted quickly and efficiently. They would hate to cause Frank any more discomfort or pain than he would already feel, the medicine usually burned a bit.

“See that wasn’t bad. Now sit up, I'll get you your present.” Loki smiled as they slipped off their latex gloves. Frank had gotten to seven when Loki had said they were done. They reached over and opened a blue camo band-aid and stuck it to Frank.

They walked back to the door, flicking on the lights, and disposed of the trash and such outside the door and grabbed the box that they had sat beside the door.

Frank looked at his arm at the colorful bandage. They never had these before. He’d only ever even had bandaids the first few days, everyone else just stopped bothering.

Loki had taken a walk to the pediatric clinic down the street, stopping to get a coffee and sandwich on the way, to get a few things. They had worked there a few times. Special cases, extreme trauma, different conferences for new nurses and doctors, etc.

He had asked for some patterned bad-aids, a soft blanket, and a departure kit for trauma patients. The people there were happy to help and sent Doctor Laufeyson with all they asked for. Loki promised to come back and visit again soon, saying they were in town for a while. They had chatted lightly with two doctors they had found friendship in when they were in town. They had made sure to tell Loki that, when they were ready, the two would be happy to come over and have dinner.

“You got me a special bandage? Thank you.” Frank said and smiled at his arm. He thought Loki had gone out of their way to bring him a special band-aid as a gift. Something else to make him happy today. Something someone went out of their way to bring to him. It made the omega inside of him preen, made his heart flutter, made his groin a bit warm.

Loki looked back and laughed lightly, in a soft kind of way.

“That isn’t the present, silly boy. I got you a bit of a comfort package.” Loki said with a smile as they brought in the thin cardboard box filled with the supplies they had gotten from the pediatric clinic and a long plastic container.

Frank looks at him with shock, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth open a bit.

“It’s mine?” He said he couldn’t believe one of these people really brought him… stuff. But Loki wasn’t like these people. Loki was… an angel. Gentle and caring and giving, someone who cared, someone who… deeply cared. Not just for everyone like some nurses, no, Loki cared deeply for him. They cared for Frank.

He just looked at the things in the box. There was a folded blanket in a soft mint green, a coloring book and pack of crayons, some form of gloves, fuzzy socks, and a tube of something. Frank picked up the tube. It was a medical looking metallic tube, shaped like a toothpaste tube.

“What’s this?” Frank asked Loki who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. They smiled and tapped the plastic container. Frank looked back down and picked up the surprisingly heavy container, it weighed lopsidedly in his hands.

Frank opened it, curiosity obvious on his face, the lid was held down using two velcro circles. Inside laid something that made Frank’s eyebrows shoot up.

Six inches of smooth, soft, forgiving translucent blue silicone with a tube running through its center and a perfectly sized knot at the end. He hadn’t had anything so… perfect. All they ever gave him were knotters that were way too big saying they were correct for his body weight. But this? It wasn’t too thick, it wasn’t solid and rigid, it wasn’t going to make him cry out of frustration trying to get the knot. It wasn’t overly heavy so if he wanted to be on his knees it wouldn’t fall out, it wasn’t so long that it would give him a stomachache, and the knot was perfectly manageable in size that it would satisfy without causing pain when being slipped out.

“You got me this? Can I use it? My next heat starts soon, it’s supposed to at least.” Frank said and held the toy in his hand. He was almost out of breath with excitement. He felt overjoyed and relieved, he would have a nest, a knot, and a clean scented room for his next heat. He always had horrible heats but this… this one could be managed.

“I expect you to, and I made you a special solution to put in it, full of vitamins and balancers. It’ll help you feel calmer during your heats and not as… agitated.” Loki explained and pointed to the tube. Frank noticed there was a small amount of tubing which seemed to be able to connect from the solution’s tube to the bottom of the dildo.

“You just screw this to the top of the tube, this goes in the bottom, and then when you want it in you can just squeeze the tube. Granted it will be cold but it’ll help you calm down.” Loki said and couldn’t help but share Frank’s joy, his smile.

“Thank you, Loki.” Frank said carefully and shyly looked over at the doctor’s ice blue eyes. Loki reached up and moved their hand to cradle Frank’s strong jaw.

“Of course. I’m here to help you Frank. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of for now on. Now get some rest, under your blankets this time.” Loki instructed quietly and stood up, trailing their hand across Frank’s jaw to his chin till it slipped from their grasp. Frank stared at them and his eyes dilated and grew fuzzy.

Float, my sweet dear, just float for me… Loki said in their head as they moved the box to sit under Frank’s cot. They kept Frank’s eyes until Frank was under the covers and comfortable. Frank was so close, almost there, almost floating.

Loki reached in the box and pulled out the light green blanket, soft as a cloud and big enough to wrap up in, and unfolded it to lay across Frank’s other blankets. They pulled it up so Frank could feel it on his neck, chin, in his hands.

“Goodnight, omega .” Loki said while staring into Frank’s big puppy eyes.

There it was. The break. Frank was gone. Loki turned and left, closing the lights out as they went.

Frank was floating.

Floating all for them. Frank was Loki’s omega. And they were sure Frank would need them again.

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Doctor Will Make You Better Part 2

Loki had nice hands. Spindly and cool. Frank felt like he was melting and the doctor gently moved him and wiped away his sweat and scent.

Frank was back to his now comfortably vented and scented room, sitting on a pad that was placed on his bed to protect the new cushy topper from the water that dripped down him from the rags that were running across his bare torso. He was wearing only a pair of shitty hospital underwear that were really more similar to an adult diaper than actual briefs but they were comfy enough. He felt absolutely peaceful. His mind was empty, they put medicine in his food so he was usually floaty after lunch but this was… different. The way Loki was gentle with him and so close, smelling so good.

For the first time in a long time someone was touching him. Touching his chest, touching his arms, his back, his neck. Touching him like he was a soft thing. Something that hadn’t seen war, hadn’t killed. Something deserving of loving hands and tender care.

Frank didn’t even realize he was smiling as the doctor spoke quietly to him about the facility.

“They have tubs here. You can put a float on the neck and anchor it to the ceiling so you can’t drown. Some lavender and honeysuckle Epsom salts would help your internal cramping plus it would smell calming on you. Do you like cool rags on your neck? Some people with removed glands find it calming.” The doctor asked as they pulled back from Frank’s left arm to use the rinse cloth to wipe away the soap.

Loki was happy, it was nice. Frank had willingly left to go eat, and had eaten his whole plate, and had come back to his room and followed their instruction perfectly.

“Never tried it. Could you- you could put your hand. They feel cool. Nice.” Frank answered, well mumbled out.

He almost felt embarrassed to be showing so much skin in front of the lady. She was nice. Soft spoken yet stern, efficient yet gentle, and very pretty when she was working. It was nice being taken care of by a lady when he was awake. Maybe all his baths could be given by Doctor Laufeyson…

“I’ve always been told I have cold hands. Never thought to use that constant chill for that. I’m going to lay the back of my hand on the back of your neck.” Loki said and moved so they could reach the back of Frank’s neck.

“Yes ma’am.” Frank breathed out and Loki let their hand rest against the meaty neck below.

Frank sighed as their cool hand laid on the back of his neck. It felt… very nice. In the moment he didn’t notice but his mark didn’t burn. It didn’t feel at all. All he felt was the not claiming but protective weight of Loki’s hand on his neck.

“You feel a bit heated. Can I get a few temperatures? Let me wash your hair and ears, I’m sure you’re capable of washing your own privates, and I’ll go get my thermometers.” Loki said when they pulled their hand back from Frank’s unusually warm neck.

“Yes ma’am.” Frank said and smiled lightly at the courtesy the doctor was showing him.

Loki reached for the no-rinse shampoo they were allowed to have and poured some into their gloved hand. They brought it up to scrub into Frank’s slightly overgrown buzzcut.

“You know you could call me Doctor Laufeyson or Doctor Loki or anything like that. You don’t need to use that term when answering me.” Loki said conversationally as they scrubbed the soap into Frank’s hair, being careful of his ears. All the notes they’d read had mentioned Frank’s sensitive ears.

“It’s respectful.” Frank answered quietly as his eyes fell shut. The doctor worked slowly and pressed into the pressure points across Frank’s scarred scalp.

“It is and I appreciate that, but you don’t need to answer me with such a feminine term.” Loki said and changed their gloves to wear a dry pair. They grabbed the rinse rag and gently rubbed at the skin in front of Frank’s ear.

“Ah- What… What’s that mean?” Frank asked as his head lolled over a bit as the soft fabric of the washcloth rubbed across the overly sensitive skin of his ear.

His breath hitched and his mouth opened slightly.

“I’m gender queer. I’m not quite anything fully. If you want you can call me ma’am. Or sir or just Loki. I don’t mind.” Loki explained as he watched in amazement as Frank seemingly sunk into a softer headspace in front of their own eyes. Frank just melted and breathed heavily where he was sat.

Like a perfect little omega. Loki thought and felt a warm rush of thrill run through them.

“Oh… you’re just… all of ‘em?” Frank asked as he processed the words the doctor had said. It took him a while to actually come up with words as his other ear was so gently cleansed.

Loki let out a soft chuckle at Frank’s blank eyes and slurred speech.

“Yes. I suppose you could say that I am all of them.” Loki answered and pulled away their rag. They laid it on the waterproof pad his patient was sat on. They stood up and grabbed the shampoo bottle from the floor.

“If you want I can call you sir if you want.” Frank said and looked up at Loki with blurry blown brown eyes, puppy eyes. Loki bent down and ran his fingers through the dark hair that sat in spikes and clumps on Frank’s head.

“It’s okay. Don’t even worry about it. I just want you to know you don’t have to call me anything you don’t want to. Ma’am is perfectly fine with me. I find it almost… cute.” Loki said quietly and leaned in close enough so their breath caressed Frank’s lax face.

Frank sucked in a breath as Loki stood straight, turned, and walked out the door. It took the shorter man a few minutes to recover enough to remember he needed to get his intimate washing done before the… person came back. He was almost dizzy with how his heart was pounding in his chest, how the realization that the doctor was caring for him so gently because they… felt something for him set in. Someone thought he was worth a gentle touch, a warm presence.

Frank felt… floaty. A feeling he hadn’t gotten the luxury of in so long it was bone-breakingly relieving. The doctor’s gentle speech, their warm loving looks, it all stroked the omega in him. It all warmed and fed that most basic feeling, that need.

“Frank, I'm back. I have thermometers only. Is it okay if I come in?” Doctor Laufeyson announced with the door open a crack again.

“Yes ma’am” Frank answered as he straightened out the scrub shirt he always had to wear.

“I know you're not going to like this but I need three readings okay?” Loki said as they picked up the discarded washcloths and folded pad. They walked back and placed them on the cart sitting outside Frank’s door.

“What’s that mean?” Frank asked miserably. Even with it softened that sounded… like it was not going to be fun.

Loki set out the three thermometers at the foot of Frank’s cushioned cot.

“Well this one is oral, this is temporal, and this one is rectal.” Loki said calmly and pointed at each of the instruments.

Frank pulled a face and groaned. He pouted and looked at Loki with pleading puppy eyes. Loki gave him a sympathetic look and petted the side of his head.

“I know, all this medical stuff is so dreadful. You must be so tired of it. I promise it won’t be painful, I’ll be very gentle with you.” Loki said and cradled Frank’s strong jaw in their large hand.

Frank almost couldn’t breathe. This was too much. Too gentle, too caring, too… courting. He struggled to swallow for a moment, his eyes stuck staring blankly across the room.

When he could finally swallow down the knot in his throat he let out a small gasp and looked at the floor away from the doctor.

“Can we just get it over with?” He asked and flashed his eyes over to look at Loki’s shoulder.

The doctor let his hand fall away and smiled softly.

“Okay each take thirty seconds to get an accurate read so just sit still for these two.” The doctor explained and bent down at the waist to place the sterilized digital thermometer tip in Frank’s mouth. Frank swallowed and his jaw quivered as he opened his mouth.

“Under the tongue, and shut…” Loki said with his face only a foot away from Frank’s. The patient did as he was told. Frank looked into their eyes for the whole thirty seconds.

There was… a lot behind them. Pretty color, long dark lashes, pity, warmth, a bit of curiosity. Something strong, too. Something that if it ever came out fully could pin him down in seconds flat.

It didn’t frighten him though. Instead it made him feel… safe. Safe like any omega would feel under such a caring, gentle, perfect alpha.

Was Loki even an alpha at all though? Frank questioned in his mind.

A beep later Loki pulled the thermometer out. They stood and looked at it and nodded.

“Okay now just sit good and still. It might be a bit cold at first but it’ll warm.” They said and held the next meter to Frank's forehead. The change in height made lokis crotch near Frank's face so he turned so he would face his slim hip.

“You’re skinny.” Frank said in a bit of a slurred way and Loki chuckled a bit. And nodded again some of their hair falling into their face.

“Yes I suppose I am. I’m strong though.” Loki's breath caught in their throat when he felt two warm large hands reach to grab his waist. It was careful, gentle even.

“’S small.” Frank said while staring intently at the way his hands formed thin U’s on the doctor’s hip bones. His mind was getting fuzzier, warmer, he was melting.

The meter beeped.

“Yes Frank, now you know what’s going to happen next, yes?” The doctor said and cleared their throat.

Frank’s hands were so… deadly. Killed so many. Had so much blood on them. Had beaten people to death so many times that they would never truly be clean. Yet as they had so gently measured their hips, those hands seemed soft and curious. Needy and craving. Frank’s hands, in that moment, weren’t weapons for killing. Those hands were ropes trying to find an anchor so the omega wouldn’t just float away.

The thrill of knowing Loki was that anchor made the doctor feel powerful. A strong force bubbling in their chest. A little bit of compassion, some contact, building a small bit of trust, and Frank was already theirs.

Frank was theirs .

“Do you want me on my front or side?” Frank asked after a moment as he processed Loki’s question. He stared blankly toward the doctor’s chest. His floaty mind was taking over, overpowering the feeling of humiliation that would have made him fight. It all made Loki smile. What a wonderful thing to witness. Killing machine to mushy omega. Seeing Frank crack so quickly though made them almost feel bad for him, how this place must’ve broken him.

“We could do either or over my lap in a baby position. All would work perfect for me. It’s your decision, whatever is most comfortable for you.” Loki said and squatted down so he was face to face with the shorter man. Frank couldn’t hold their gaze for very long though and looked down at the floor to the side.

“On my side please.” He said quietly, the floaty part of his mind dimming enough to let some of that humiliation through.

“Alright, do you mind if I sit on your bed? I won’t put my feet on it I promise.” Loki asked cautiously. Now that Frank had a proper bed with proper blankets and pillows he could be more protective over his nest. That and many omega’s would kill if someone put shoes in their nest.

“Yes ma’am, I appreciate it.” Frank said and laid down on the wonderfully cushioned surface of his bed, the soft cotton of the hospital blankets feeling worlds better than the suffocation proof blanket he had before. It was warmer, softer, so much better. He could feel the layers, blankets and sheets and a cushiony topper, he started to drift off to daydream into the thoughts of a nest.

“Okay just get comfortable and relax.” Loki said as they sat down on the edge of the cushioned cot and pulled the small packet of K.Y. Jelly from his pocket. They wanted it to be warm and not so sterile cold. They smiled as Frank just melted deeper and deeper into the bed until he was relaxed. His hand just barely moving as he felt the texture of the top blanket.

“May I pull your trousers down a bit?” Loki said quietly and laid their hand on Frank’s side, feeling Frank’s warm ribs expand and contract with each slow deep breath he drew under his thin shirt.

“Yes ma’am.” Frank said and blew out a breath and tensed up all over. His shoulders drew tense, tension seemingly traveling from his jaw down to his toes which scrunched.

The doctor pulled down the terribly thin blue scrub pants so they laid below Frank’s plush ass. What an absolute apple of an ass, Loki thought it was. They enjoyed the way the elastic waistband created an indent in the flesh, the way even the few small scars across the porcelain skin looked perfect and delicate, and even the way the speckling of old needle marks and bruises across the tops of each cheek looked like watercolor on damp paper. The doctor couldn’t wait until Frank was in their home, couldn’t wait to see the his beautiful body dressed in tight lingerie or being surrounded by fine fabrics and sunlight. They couldn’t help but imagine the way he’d look laying in the sunlight of their backyard in nothing but a soft smile…

Loki swallowed and blinked, pushing away those warm thoughts.

“I’m going to spread you open and apply a small amount of lubricant then insert the thermometer about one and half inches into your rectum. Understand?” Loki explained and squeezed a bit of lube onto the meter. They tried to sound clinical, not wanting to sound too needy too early. They needed Frank to fall to them in his own time.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll try to relax.” Frank said and started taking in forced, measured breaths. His glutes released and lost the dimples on the sides.

“Thank you, that’s very helpful.” Loki said and took a moment to look over the man in whole. On his side like this his wide shoulders were so prominent. Wide shoulders tapering down to a thick waist and muscular ass. All bold muscles and smooth skin. Tightly pulling scars scattered here and there.

‘ Beautiful. Power and weakness, modeled in the flesh.’ Thought the doctor for only a moment. Those thoughts always crossed their mind. They held the power to break or feed these poor broken omegas. Frank seemed… unwilling. Brutish, harsh, unwavering. He was nearing begging for Loki to shatter him down to pieces. To build him in the perfect vision of submissive and dependent.

Loki smiled and looked back at the man laying down, his pale bottom waiting. The doctor used one hand to part his buttocks and the other to rub some lube around his rim. They took a moment to just rub firm circles around it causing Frank to bite his lip and really relax, stomach muscles releasing and his hole to open up.

‘ Good omega.’ Loki thought and let their finger sink in to the first knuckle.

Frank let out a held in breath and curled forward a bit, bringing his knees closer to his chest which opened his hole up a bit more.

“This may be a bit cold.” Loki said and slowly brought the slightly cool thermometer to press into Frank’s open hole. They could see Frank’s face, all loose with pleasure but withholding any noise. He was biting down hard on his bottom lip but his eyes opened up when the device was pushed into him. They drifted to cross and his hands gripped the new sheets tightly, his cheeks filled with a darker red color than the pink they already sported.

“Good, now try not to push it out.” The doctor said even though he was more concerned the omega’s needy body would pull it in. Frank nodded.

“Yes ma’am.” He breathed out shakily. It had been too long since anyone actually touched him. So long since he’d been truly clean and comfortable and being taken care of. It made him feel foggy headed and melty.

Loki just sat with one hand holding the very end of the thermometer and one resting on their lap, he’d withdrew it once the meter was inserted.

Frank was doing beautifully. Trying so hard to hide his true form. It made Loki want nothing more than to dig out that precious little omega that they knew resided somewhere in there.

Soon the thirty seconds were up and Loki placed the hand that was on his lap onto Frank’s hip, causing the man to gasp and look over toward the doctor. He didn’t dare move. Not wanting to risk the thermometer hitting that spot inside of him, making him make a sound.

“I’m going to remove this now, Frank. Just relax, and let it slip out.” Loki said quietly and let their hand float down from the thick hip over an asscheek. Frank twitched and Loki shushed him. They held apart his asscheeks again and slowly, so so slowly, pulled the thermometer. He looked at it only for a moment before reaching back to rub at Frank’s hole.

Frank breathed heavier as his eyelashes fluttered. Loki just smiled down at him, perfect. Perfect little thing to shatter down and turn into something so much better. Something so big, so deadly, yet so tiny and weak so easy to melt down and form new.

Sadly the doctor had to stop, wiping their hands quickly on the edge of the sheet and standing up. Frank pouted and almost let out a whine but pulled his pants back up and rolled onto his back. Loki opened the door and grabbed a few wipes from right outside the door and turned around to smile like nothing happened at Frank.

“Just like I thought, you have a fever. I’ll come back later and check you with the forehead scanner and give you some medication if needed. For now I think you should rest.” Loki said and walked back to stand over the man. He just gazed down at Frank who was flushed and panting a bit. His eyes were still a bit foggy and far off, he was so close to floating. Floating would give Frank that true release the omega needed.

“Is that okay Frank? Can I come in to give you medicine later?” Loki said again and let his fingertips stroke lightly through Frank’s short hair for a moment. Loki enjoyed the thick, lush dark hair in their hands. It would be spectacular to truly wash, all suddsy and heavy with water. They let their fingers coast to stroke some of the even shorter hair around Frank’s temple, which caused them to skim the tops of Frank’s hot red ears.

“Ye-Yes ma’am” Frank said and his eyes fluttered shut. Loki smiled and walked back out the door, turning all the lights off, void the nightlight by the toilet.

This was the perfect omega. This was it. Loki would do all they could to make sure Frank was always theirs. They would bond. Loki just needed to make Frank love them, make Frank need them.

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Doctor Will Make You Better Part 1

Frank Castle was put in the mental hospital. After months of nothing but sedatives and torturous heats, a specialist shows up with gentle hands and a hidden obsession with the ex-marine. Will Frank melt into the form of Loki's hands? Manipulating a broken omega isn't the right thing, but Loki never said they wanted the right thing. They wanted a challenge. That challenge turned out to be a two hundred pound omega with mommy issues and a body full of unmet needs.

“Mister Castle? Frank? May I come in? My name’s Loki Laufeyson, I’m the specialist.” Said a light voice feathered with an accent through a barely opened padded door.

“Fuck off! Stay the fuck away from me!” Frank shouted from his bed.

He’d learned to use the silence, the constant never ending silence, to think. Think about how to get out. Think about Maria. Think about how even now that mark on the side of his neck still burns. Think how much he really really fucking wants to dig through the thick hard plastic of his cot and dig the foam inside into a nest. Think about how much his guts feel like their twisting. Think about how thinking so much is probably making the pain worse since it’s always been mind or matter.

He thought about how awful these people are. All of em. They only ever come in to hurt him. This one is the same.

“Frank, I’m not going to do anything. I won’t even get near you. Look see, you can see my hands.” Loki said and stuck their thin hands through the crack in the door, exposed up to the elbow. Thin pale arms, coming in quite high in the doorway.

“What do you want to do to me now? I’m not fucking taking anymore of that sleeping shit!” Frank said and swung his feet off the side of his cot to sit up on the edge.

He hated that sleeping crap. Talk too loud, needle in the shoulder or ass. Want something, needle. Have heat sickness, needle. Beg for the most basic wants of someone in heat, needle. He hated those fuckin needles. He’d figured they put it in the fake solution in the knotters, too. Why fix the problem when they can just knock him out, right. They didn’t even have to touch him, just give him the dildo and wait. It was humiliating to wake up and be washed and stuffed full, knowing fuck knows how many people saw him in such a vulnerable state.

“Nothing. I don’t want to do anything to you. I just want to talk to you. I want to know why you have so many restrictions for a heating omega with your hormone problems. It seems very extreme. Even cruel.” The person said with a hint of pity in their voice.

Frank rolled it around in his mind for a while before huffing.

“You can come to the chair. That’s it.” He said and squared his jaw waiting for the whole group that always follows the doctor. The two big guys, Gale and Martin usually, and the two little ladies with the needles, Wanda and Laura.

“Thank you.” They said kindly and stepped through the door and closed it behind them.

They were very tall. And skinny. And very pretty. Wearing a pair of light tan slacks and a white button up with a green argyle sweater vest over it. They had on a pair of black loafers and no jewelry but their dark hair was tied up in a half up half down bun. All neat corners and edges.

‘ Sharp jaw for a lady ’ Frank thought.

‘Course there had been a few ladies that had come in that he had found attractive. A few guys too but they just smelled… gut un clenchingly calming. He’d always just mark it up to being nature’s way of telling him he needed someone, literally anyone, to touch him. He’d sorta had a mini crush on the one physical therapist lady who’d come in to check on his shoulder once she’d learned it was “ Super-Fucked ” as Frank liked to say. She was cutthroat and unwavering but also tender. But he lashed out at her when he was having one of his fits and didn’t want anyone touching him. He assumed she came to see him while he was knocked out because he could still just barely smell her. That even stopped a week ago.

“May I sit down?” They asked and motioned toward the shitty foam chair. Frank jerked his head and the doctor sat down, crossing their legs. Long slender legs, Frank noted.

“I’m doctor Laufeyson. I mostly work in psychology and trauma management but I have experience in emergency distress response and the crisis center. I consult on a lot of…special cases nowadays.” The doctor explained with a small grin and Frank stared at him and rolled his eyes.

“So you deal with crazies and busted omegas. Great that’s just what these fucking people think I am anyway.” Frank said and snarled up a bit and leaned his elbows on his knees.

“I don’t think that. I think you’ve been forced here and deprived of even your most basic needs. I mean even looking around your room, I see so much that is lacking. I don’t see anything to even make a nest, I see no excess food or beverage, I see no form of enrichment. Honestly I think you’re holding yourself together by your bootstraps and the doctors here aren’t trying to help you. I think they’re trying to break you down into a crazy because crazies can be retrained into nothing but a shell, a doll. I don’t think you’d give in to being turned into a shell, Mister Castle. I think you’re too intelligent, too… resilient.” Loki said in all seriousness.

They’d known Frank was perfect for months now. After reading page after page after page of his observations, sleep studies, heat studies, everything. Loki had read everything about Frank Castle. He was already a broken man, something wild and uncontrollable. Loki wanted to learn how to wrangle him, learn what made him tick, made him bite, made him cry, made him sweet. Loki needed to know everything, needed Frank Castle in their daily life. Frank would be so incredible to watch melt and form a perfect omega. Perfect to Loki’s standards, not society’s. To form into a sweet collared little house pet from a monster. Loki needed him. Needed to get Frank’s trust, his love, his devotion .

“They took away my stuff cause I’m ‘aggressive’... but they hurt me. They hurt me first. All they do is put me to sleep and take my shit. They stopped letting me have suppresents too but they were the only fuckin thing keeping me fuckin’ balanced. No one comes in. No one scents the room. No one anything’s. Just fuckin sitting in my own shit. They make me stand over there in the corner to even give me my food. Don’t fuckin’ see anybody.” Frank ranted and shouted. If this lady wanted to listen, he’d tell her anything. It was nice to bitch at something alive every once in a while. It was nice to see a face and someone not wearing scrubs.

“Would you prefer if I scented the room? I would be glad to do so. Or if you’d like I could scent some blankets before I leave?” They offered. The scent was heavier than brick when they’d first entered the room. The scent of horrid, scared, angry omega. Similar to that of garbage after it rained in Florida during summer, hot wet garbage. It would be ideal to let Frank start getting familiarized with Loki's scent.

“Really? Like crack the door and scent or just layer it on?” Frank asked because those two were very different. Once, and only once, a nurse had cracked the door and let some of the scent out but Frank had tried to get out so the door was never opened, AKA. no fresh air. Ever.

“Well let me see, I have your papers…” They said and pulled a stack of folded up papers from their pocket. They read over them until they found what they were looking for on the second page.

“You have a vent system so they should be able to clear your scent and I can spread mine. These people… we’re going to have some more chats and I’m going to get you moved.” Loki said while shaking their head as they refolded up a stack of papers and waited for Frank to nod curiously to stand up and step out of the room.

After a few minutes the two vents in the ceiling clicked on and started to flood the room with sterile smelling air. Each one of Frank’s breaths felt lighter.

Loki came back, knocked, asked to come in, and stood by the chair. They also took in nice long deep breaths.

“That is so much better already. I’ll write it in to do this every morning and evening.” The doctor said and reached for his pen but just patted his pocket when he remembered he couldn’t have those here. He’d make a mental note.

“Yeah, feels like I’m not drownin’ anymore. Thanks.” Frank said and gave the doctor a half smile. Loki smiled.

“That’s good, now do you mind if I walk around a bit?” Loki asked and Frank nodded.

Their scent was like rain and fresh cut grass. It opened his lungs like they hadn’t been in months. It made his mind feel open and clear. The air felt new, fresh. The scent floated around but warmed Frank. Like a blanket was being wrapped around him and the tension melted off of him.

Loki walked around to stand by the wall beside his bed. The scent wasn’t overwhelming. It was… calming. Like balm on a burn.

Frank took in big long breaths. He looked down but didn’t close his eyes. He needed to stay aware but… he couldn’t help but let the clean freshness seep into his bones.

“Do you feel any better now Mister Castle?” The doctor said quietly, not wanting to spook the slumped relaxed man.

“Um, yeah. Yeah a bit. It still smells kinda like ass.” Frank said and sat up straight again. It smelled better yeah but he still wreaked and his bed seemed to always smell like bad slick

“Okay how about I make you a deal. Will you let them take you to go eat if I change out your bedding and do a bit of a cleaning in here?” Loki offered after glancing at their watch. It was after lunch time for the other patients. Frank would be alone and wouldn’t be rushed. They could get a new cot in and add a nice plush pad over top and put new sheets and get an actual pillow instead of that wretched foam thing that Frank had been using.

“But I’ll still smell gross. Especially after they feed me. Stresses me out.” Frank grumbled and looked over at the tall person. He knew he was being ornery to the nice lady but that’s what they get. Maybe the lady didn’t deserve it though… she seemed to genuinely want to help him.

“Okay so you’ll let me clean. I know you're not allowed to bathe. How about I clean you up, sponge bath?” Loki asked and couldn’t help but feel his chest blossom at the thought of getting Frank stripped down and in his hands.

Frank's face was set aflame and he nodded without thinking. Being awake for a bath was like a… a luxury. A treat. He’d just met this lady and she was already treating him? Maybe she would let him nest. Or actually let him have something.

“Deal.” Frank forced out and nodded and looked down at the ground.

“Wonderful. Before they come and get you, may I just feel your scent glands?” Loki said and walked back toward the door with his key fob in hand. Frank’s head shot up and he was just staring. No one ever even tried to touch him like that since he got here.

“I… I don’t have them.” Frank said and the doctor turned and looked at him with confusion.

“What? That wasn’t in your chart. Never developed or removed?” Loki said and walked back to lean a hip against the wall near the bed. He’d read all of Frank’s papers that should have been put in. Stupid american people thinking everyone knows this shit.

“Marines. Special Operations always have theirs removed.” Frank explained. No one ever had scent glands in the forces. Most of the office folks didn’t even have them.

“That’s okay. They had military but they didn’t put that you had a removal. Complete I assume?” Loki asked and thought about it. They’d not had a lot of experience with military omegas before. Mostly betas. That thought made them want Frank a little bit more. Something new, something to discover and play with.

“Yes ma’am.” Frank answered solemnly. This lady had come to talk to him and help him thinking he was… complete. At least this wasn’t the first time he’d disappointed someone since being here and it wouldn’t be the last. Hopefully she’d still give him what she said she would. He really hoped she’d give him new bedding and a bath. It would be nice.

Loki nodded and thought about how the awful scent in the room must purely be from Frank’s heats…

“I’ll tell them you’re willing to eat. Next time you can feed yourself under my supervision. You know they’re going to come to restrain you, yes?” Loki said as they made their way to the door with a small smile on their thin lips. Frank nodded and stood up to go to his corner.

“Yes ma’am.” He said and crossed his arms against his chest and leaned his back against the wall in a defiant way.

“Please don’t fight them, I can’t stop them from sedating you if you do. I’d like you to be awake for your bath.” Loki said with a light flirty tone to it almost which made Frank swallow thickly. Even before he was sent here people didn’t really… flirt with him.

“Yes ma’am.” He said quietly as the doctor left.

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