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The knock on the door isn’t the one that Jason’s neighbours use. So, it’s immediately annoying. Jason’s probably gonna punch whoever is on the other side of the door. Taking a look through the peephole, he can see it’s Dick fucking Grayson looking both wary and weary, the dark circles under his eyes only emphasised by the way he looks around, trying not to be seen.
Jason opens the door. He looks at Dick, and says a single word. “No.” He shuts it, but Dick’s quicker, shoving his boot in the rapidly closing gap to prevent Jason from fully shutting the door.
“Jay, please.” Dick looks desperate. He must be if he’s coming to Jason of all people. He’s not on speaking terms with the other bats and birds, after all. “Five minutes of your time, and if you still say no, I’ll leave. No arguing, I promise.”
Jason’s about to say no again, but he hears a door from down the hall unlock. Not wanting them to be seen, Jason grabs Dick by his jacket and hauls him inside, shutting the door behind them. Dick opens his mouth to thank him, but Jason cuts him off. “Five minutes, not a second more...” before he walks back inside his apartment, and throws himself into an armchair, crossing his arms and glaring at Dick.
Dick follows him. “Wow, nice place you’ve got here, it’s really...” Dick trails off as he looks around, taking in the signs of long-term occupation. “And this isn’t a safehouse, you actually live here.”
Jason says nothing, barely moving his hand to point at the clock on the wall. Dick swallows and sits down on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as if in prayer. “It’s the new law.” Dick glances at Jason, but Jason simply waits him out. “The Alpha one. One Alpha per pack...”
Jason knows about it, of course, not that it affects him personally; he has an income and a place to live. But it’s causing chaos for pretty much everyone, even with the bitterly fought for and hard-won additional clause of “Alphas over the age of Eighteen.” Originally it had just been “Alphas”, including anyone who just presented no matter their age. One Alpha Per Pack is forcing Alphas of legal age to move into their own places outside of the pack or family home. A vast majority of the country doesn’t have the funds or ability to simply move out into their own individual place. It’s over Eighteen after all, not No Longer in Education. In theory, President Luthor is pushing Traditional Values, but no-one is fooled, it’s about getting fresh young alphas with no other options into the military. The recruitment drives have been insane; they’ve even been putting up posters in Park Row. Or rather they were, until Red hood turned up with flamethrower and told the poster appliers to leave. They haven’t come back.
Superman even went viral online pleading with people to “Stop. Reconsider. Don’t sign up unless you’ve exhausted all other options.” Even the military can’t really deal with the increase of applicants. Jason heard the Metropolis recruitment office has put up a poster of Superman’s viral moment in their window.
“I don’t have a choice, Jay.” Dick says after a few seconds of silence. “I’m not like you, I can’t be on my own. And all the packs I could live with already have Alphas. I’ve got to. God, it’s all so messed up.”
“Why are you coming to me?” Jason leans forward, uncrossing his arms. “You’ve decided that, even though you’re disgustingly rich, could alter your official documentation, wear omega patches during the day so that Dick Grayson is an Omega, and Nightwing is an Alpha, you’re not going to do that. So why are you here?”
“It’d be too easy to slip up.” Dick sighs, hands gripping together tighter. “Bitching is my only option. I can’t ask Alfred to do it, for obvious reasons. I could ask the Titans, but... They’d be so warm and welcoming and take care of me, and I wouldn’t want to leave at the end of that. And I need to leave, Jay. I have to stay in Gotham. The only other people I could ask are villains, so no. Just no. But you? You’re... I know we’re on bad terms, but I trust you not to take advantage. You’d help me, but you wouldn’t force me to stay after. You’re your own pack, you’re distanced enough from me that you’d let me go.”
Jason doesn’t say he’s his own pack because he woke up from the effects of the Lazarus Pit alone, with no one to bond with. “Okay, and the real reason you want to be bitched?”
Dick blinks at him. “What?”
“Yeah, yeah, the fucking law, but like I said, you could get around it.” Jason points out. He isn’t going to give Dick an out, he’s going to make him say what he thinks is the real truth, the kernel of memories from seeing Dick while he was Robin, of the way he acted and dressed.
Dick works his jaw for a second before he takes a deep breath. “You know, when I was a kid, I was 100% convinced I’d be an Omega. My parents were too, even Bruce and Alfred did. And then...”
And then Dick wasn’t. He presented as an Alpha. Jason decides to give Dick a tiny bit of grace, because he remembers how bad things were between Bruce and Dick when Jason first moved in. “And then you weren’t.”
“And then I wasn’t. And Bruce and I started fighting, and I left to be with the Titans, and I didn’t think I’d be back.” Dick nods, looking over at Jason almost grateful for the words.
“I remember.” Jason says, watching as Dick shifts uncomfortably. “I remember when I moved in, Bruce was sure I’d be an Omega. I knew he was wrong, but he didn’t listen to me. Anyone just has to look at my fucking dental x-rays to see I had Alpha fangs even back then, to know that I’d be an Alpha. The one time I ever saw Alfred and Bruce argue was when Alfred finally forced Bruce to stop giving me Omega only options on well, everything. I always chose the Alpha option when I had it.”
“And then you turned out to be a beta like Bruce.” Dick nods.
“No.” Jason snarls sharply. “I was unpresented when I died. Late bloomer or what the fuck ever. I presented as an Alpha after I crawled out of my grave.” Talia had told him the reason she’s held off putting him in the Lazarus Pit for so long was because he’d presented as an Alpha before she found him.
“Oh... I thought it was the Lazarus Pit that studded you?” Dick says, turning his full body to look at Jason. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“Yeah, what the fuck ever.” Jason sighs, shaking away his irritation. “So, let’s get this clear: you’re using this fucking stupid, archaic, law to change something about yourself that you’ve always hated; and you want me to help you because you trust me to let you make your own decisions on where you end up afterwards?”
“Yeah. That’s pretty much it. So, will you?” Dick bites his lip, a pleading look in his eyes.
“I guess.” Jason shrugs. “After all, what’s the worst that could happen?”
***
Jason looks down at Dick’s tense, naked form; he’s already begun to sweat, trembling from nerves. Jason hasn’t even touched him yet, but Dick looks close to wrecked, hand’s fisted in Jason’s sheets. He’s on all fours, presented to Jason like an Omega, and he stinks of anxiety, not exactly a turn on.
It’s not a natural position for an Alpha, Jason wouldn’t willingly ever get into that position himself, which is probably the entire point for Dick. Dick wants this to be natural for him, and thinks Jason is the person to make that happen. Usually Jason gets a momentary, twisted sense of glee when disappointing Dick, but this time, he’s going to exceed expectations, and thoroughly bitch Dick.
“You need to relax.” Jason says, resting his hand on the small of Dick’s back. “You look like you’re about to break, and not in a fun way.”
“Or you could get on with it.” Dick grits out. “What are you waiting for?”
“For you to relax. You’re tight enough that I can’t get a finger in there, let alone a knot.” Jason snorts, stroking Dick’s back gently.
“Well, excuse me for being excited.” Dick mutters to the pillow.
“Uh huh. Just be a good boy for me and relax those hips, ok?” Jason replies, sliding his other, already lubed fingers up the inside of Dick’s thigh. “This’ll be more effective if you’re enjoying it, and not whimpering in pain.” Jason had looked up guides on bitching on the internet for this. The guides all agreed that if the participants enjoyed themselves then the chances of success rose by a good fifty per cent. Jason slides a finger around Dick’s rim, feeling it spasm under his touch. Dick takes a deep breath, his ribs expanding with it. His entire body forcibly relaxes, and Jason slips a finger inside. Dick is hot, wet, and soft, opening up beautifully around him. “Fuck.”
“I told you, I prepped already.” Dick says, his voice a little strangled. “Get on with it.”
“Such romance.” Jason shakes his head, but he slips two fingers into Dick testing the stretch. There’s some resistance, but enough give for Jason to put his cock inside without causing any damage. “Here we go then.” Taking his fingers out, he lines his cock up, and pushes all the way inside Dick.
It feels beyond amazing, and the way Dick moans for it as his hips get flush with Dick’s cheeks only makes it better. Dick squeezes down on him, his hips twitching forward instinctually. Well, that won’t do. Jason grips at them, his thumbs pressing into Dick’s cheeks while his fingertips are no doubt about to leave bruises on Dick’s hipbones. He holds Dick still, and begins to pull back, thrusting gently at first. Dick gasps and relaxes around Jason further, going down onto his elbows. Jason gives a few gentle thrusts, giving time to adjust before he picks up the pace to something more like his usual.
Dick out and out moans “Oh fuck, Jason... Not so hard!”
It makes Jason blink; had he got distracted by the way Dick was sucking him in with each thrust, was he going too hard? No; this is a normal pace, and he’s never had any complaints before.
“I’m not even going hard, Dickie.” Jason says keeping his rhythm and pace steady.
“Oh. Oh fuck, maybe it’s because you’re so big?” Dick’s breath hitches.
“Flattery will get you fucked through the mattress.” Jason grins, fighting the urge to go harder and faster. “Unless that’s actually what you want? You want me to really use you, Dickie?”
“Jaaay...” Dick moans, the trembling is turning into full on shaking. “Please, please, I need...”
“I know what you need. Omega.” Jason wouldn’t normally talk like this, but the internet guides had also emphasised that verbal reinforcement let to greater success. “You need to be used like a bitch, because that’s what you are, aren’t you? A needy bitch Omega.”
“Yes. Yes, Jay.” Dick sounds desperate. Needy. Weirdly good like this.
So Jason picks up the pace, fucking into Dick’s more than welcoming hole without a care, despite the fact he’s not going all out.
Dick sobs, his entire body tensing and then going limp as he comes. Jason doesn’t stop as Dick’s face lands in his pillow. Doesn’t stop as Dick weakly manages to turn to look over his shoulder at Jason as he keeps going. Doesn’t stop as his knot starts to inflate inside Dick as he changes from thrusts to grinding in deep as he comes.
Round one is just the start after all.
***
Round two is equally as intense.
This time Dick is on his back, legs spread and held up by his own hands behind the knees, showing off his gaping and leaking hole. He’s staring up at Jason as if he hung the stars and moon, but that might be the afterglow.
Jason grabs Dick’s hands, pulling and pinning them behind Dick’s head to the bed with one hand, Dick’s legs still trapped in his arms, now bent double and completely vulnerable to whatever Jason wants to do to him.
It’s so easy to slide back into Dick, this time not holding back at all. Dick’s mouth gapes open as he’s filled, and the slick mess of the previous round is pushed out to trickle down onto the sheets below.
Dick’s fingers grip onto Jason’s hand, anchoring him as his eyes roll back into his head as Jason pounds into him hard and fast. If Jason wasn’t holding Dick in place, he’d be knocking his head on the headboard.
It’s just as good as the first time, Dick welcoming him in; his hole desperate trying to keep him sunk in balls deep, even though what Dick really wants is for Jason to pound his prostate, over and over.
Jason gets lost in watching Dick’s face as he comes on Jason’s cock alone. He looks so good, feels better, that Jason’s knot blows hard faster than he expects it to; and the smug look in Dick’s eyes pushes him over the edge.
***
Round three is lazier, spooning on their sides, with Dick sweetly pushing himself back onto Jason’s cock, all too easily. Jason’s arm is wrapped around the underside of Dick’s neck, reaching down to touch his chest. The other arm rests on Dick’s hip, feeling, not directing, the motion of Dick’s body as he fucks himself. The temptation to clamp his teeth in Dick’s neck is beginning to rise in Jason, but he pushes it away, as it’s the one thing that Jason’s promised Dick he won’t do.
But the urge is there.
Because Dick’s moving like an Omega. He’s not thinking about it, he’s just doing it, throwing his head back onto Jason’s shoulder, showing off his bare neck. His leg is thrown over Jason’s shin, opening himself up so Jason can get in that little bit deeper. The squeeze of Dick’s hole is all too encouraging for Jason to come deep, deep inside, to breed Dick and get him pregnant quickquicknow.
That thought shouldn’t make Jason thrust in, in time with Dick, but it does. Jason will never admit it, but the impulsive thought of making Dick truly his, having a family with him, is far too appealing. Jason grunts, his knot starting to blow as Dick clamps down on him. Luckily, they’re in the perfect position to nap in while they wait for Jason’s knot to go down.
***
Jason lost count after round six or seven. He has no idea what they’re on now, except for the fact his knot is getting tender; Dick’s hole is loose and abused, but despite that is still wet even though Jason hasn’t reapplied lube to either of them in the last several rounds.
That Dick might have started to produce slick is a sign that the bitching is working.
Dick’s spread out over Jason’s lap this time, back on Jason’s chest; even though Jason himself is barely propped up on the pillows. Dick’s legs have fallen either side of his, and they’re both breathing slowly in a deliberate fashion, with any luck this will be the last round, at least for today, and they can take a proper rest, shower, and food before redoing the whole process yet again tomorrow.
Despite how tired he is from the marathon sex, Jason has to admit this is actually kind of nice, cuddling with Dick like this in bed. Dick’s quiet, too fucked out to do anything but enjoy being filled with Jason’s knot. He’s just lying there, using Jason as an unusually firm mattress topper, eyes closed, with his hands loosely gripping Jason’s where he’s holding him still. The smile on Dick’s tired face makes Jason sure that Dick’s really enjoying being bitched.
That every so often Dick’s hole spasms around Jason’s knot, as if it’s trying to milk every last possible drop of come out of him, only adds to it.
***
The second day goes much as the first did, only this time Jason has to really resist the urge to bite the Omega pinned underneath him, stuffed full of cock. Dick’s neck is starting to swell with Omega glands, and the scent of them is driving Jason to distraction. Dick smells perfect, a gorgeous mix of sandalwood and fresh bread, one that screams home in the back of Jason’s mind.
Jason’s fangs have dropped, and he has to swallow back mouthfuls of potent Alpha saliva. The urge to bite down on those swelling glands and leave a mating bite with that saliva is so strong. But Jason has to resist.
Being able to resist is why Dick chose him for this after all.
But it’s getting harder and harder to remember that when Dick’s squirming beneath him, flat on the mattress, face down, but still trying to fuck himself on Jason’s cock well enough to get another knot to swell inside him.
It doesn’t help that Dick keeps showing off his neck, either. Or that he’s using a rapidly weakening grip on Jason’s wrists to pull him in closer and closer. Or that he’s calling out Jason’s name in the breathiest Omega trill that Jason’s ever heard in his life.
To Jason’s sex addled mind, it sounds like Dick wants him to be his Alpha, that despite what he said before, he wants Jason to bite him.
It’s getting harder to remember that isn’t what Dick wants. Not at all.
***
Jason’s pretty sure this is the final time in the process.
Dick’s easily leaking around him; on his neck, Omega glands are visible. And there’s no knot forming on Dick’s cock, which Jason thinks has shrunk some from its former size. The scent of Omega in the waning stage of Heat is unmistakable.
Jason’s cock is being squeezed and milked by Dick’s hole, and nothing has ever felt better. Dick clenches down on Jason’s knot like he’s being doing it his whole life, so naturally that even Jason forgot for a moment that Dick was an Alpha not even two days ago.
Jason’s fangs bite into his lower lip in an effort not to scratch across Dick’s neck, a herculean effort on Jason’s part since Dick’s sitting in his lap, beck resting on Jason’s chest, and head tilted back on Jason’s shoulder. He’s so open in all the right ways, clinging on to Jason’s arms around his middle as if he really, truly doesn’t want Jason to let go of him.
If only that were true.
But if this truly is the last time, Jason’s going to soak in every moment, he’s going to remember the smell of Dick, the taste of his skin, the way he clings onto Jason as if Dick needs him and not just some random Alpha.
It’ll be all he has to get him through the time ahead of him, where he’ll have to readjust to the thought of not having Dick as his Omega. Just as he and Dick agreed to before they began.
***
Somehow, and Jason’s still not entirely sure how he managed it, he hadn’t bitten Dick at all. A minor miracle, considering how good Dick smells now that he’s an Omega.
Jason feels bone tired, the very thought of moving from his flopped out position on his couch is too much; in comparison, Dick’s practically bouncing off the walls in joy, leaving his scent on nearly literally everything Jason owns without realising it. He’ll have to air out his entire apartment to make it fade quicker.
Jason doesn’t want to do that.
He wants to soak in Dick’s scent, roll in it until it permeates his skin; wants everyone to know that Dick’s his Omega.
Of course, the problem is that Dick is very much not Jason’s Omega.
That was the agreement; give Dick what he needs, let Dick leave once he’s got it, and all Jason gets out of it is the knowledge that Jason was the one to bitch him. He’d thought that would be enough before they started. Jason’s heart is sinking with the new found realisation that actually, no, it’s nowhere near enough.
He wants to keep Dick.
Keeping Dick is exactly what he can’t do.
Jason’s life sucks.
Dick bounces back into the living room, wide smile on his face, shirt collar tantalisingly open; a lure for any Alpha in the vicinity to try to mate him. If Jason wasn’t so tired he get up and close Dick’s collar, hiding away those tantalising Omega glands from view. But he is, so he doesn’t, and has to settle for eyeing them in a suspicious way, hoping Dick will get the hint.
In a surprise to absolutely nobody at all, Dick doesn’t.
“I know I’ve said this a thousand times already, but thank you, Jason.” Dick’s smile almost makes everything worth the effort. Almost.
“Again, you’re welcome, Dickie.” Jason grunts from his flopped out position. “Be careful on your way home. Do your collar up, yeah? Don’t get bitten because you’re too giddy to notice an asshole Alpha creeping up on you.”
“Oh!” Dick chuckles, slightly embarrassed, but he does do his collar up, flinching the tiniest bit as his fingers brush over his glands. “I guess I need to get used to doing that now, huh?”
“I mean, yeah. Except if you’re actively looking for an Alpha.” Jason says, staring at Dick’s collar with a laser focus. The collar offends him; hiding Dick’s glands from him. His mating bite should be on those glands, and it’s not. Jason hates it.
“Not yet. Not for a while, I don’t think. I need to get used to this.” Dick’s scent spikes with happiness. “I need to enjoy this, and tell everyone!”
“Good for you, Dickie. Don’t rush into anything just because you’re...” Jason trails off. He’s not anything to Dick; he’s got no right to say anything.
“I won’t. Don’t worry.” Dick smiles brilliantly. “I need to get going. Thanks again for all your help.”
“See you around, Grayson.” Jason manages to give a lazy wave, and Dick keeps up that beautiful smile as he turns away and walks out. Out of Jason’s living room, his apartment, and probably out of Jason’s life for good.
Jason fucking hates it.
***
Just like the way it started, the knock on the door isn’t the one that Jason’s neighbours use. But this time he knows who the visitor is from the scent of him.
There’s only one Omega that knocks on Jason’s door like that.
Jason has no idea why Dick Grayson is knocking on his door, again. Jason’s pretty sure that Dick got what he wanted, so there’s no reason for Dick to have come back. Mild curiousity is the sole reason that Jason will admit to for why he goes and opens to door to let Dick inside.
“Jason! Great, you’re here.” Dick says with a relieved smile.
“Strange, considering this is where I live.” Jason says blandly, closing the door behind Dick. “So, why are you here?”
“Uh, well...” Dick flushes, biting his lip. A sugary spike of something flavours his new Omega scent. “I’m not really sure? I mean I’m just adapting to this new situation, and everyone is accepting it. Mostly. It’s just...”
“Just?” Jason gestures to Dick to move into the living room, despite knowing that Dick’s scent will take weeks to really fade. Three weeks, to be exact. Jason had counted the days until his pillow no longer had any trace of Dick.
Dick sighs, looking up at Jason through his lashes, like he’s been an Omega all his life. “I just... I kept missing you a lot. Like, a lot. I kept wondering if you were okay, if you’d eaten, if you’d got hurt on patrol, and got fixed up properly. So, the obvious thing to do was to come and check on you.”
“Obviously.” Jason nods. Even though he feels like maybe it isn’t. Dick shouldn’t be feeling anything about him, wasn’t that the whole point of Jason bitching him? That Dick could easily walk away from him. “I’m fine. I haven’t missed any meals, and the worst injury I’ve had in the last month is a nasty bruise on my shin from knocking it on my coffee table.”
“Oh.” Dick’s scent immediately has notes of relief, although he somehow manages to keep a mostly bland smile on his face. “Good. Good, that’s good... I’m sorry; I really don’t know what I thought I was doing coming here. It was like a compulsion, I guess?”
Jason debates telling him. If it would be better for Dick to leave now, not realising, letting what Jason thinks is probably a mate bond die between them. But there’s something in Dick’s eyes, a shade of despair that Jason’s all too familiar with from looking in the mirror. And he just can’t do it. “It’s... Not just you.”
“What?” Dick’s head jerks up, staring at him in confusion. “What do you mean, it’s not just me?”
“I’ve been feeling it too.” Jason sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. “I think maybe we formed a bond when I bitched you? Not like a stable one? I think if we don’t see each other for a while it’ll fade, but... Yeah. Some kind of bond. Maybe just a pack one, I don’t know.”
“It’s not just me?” Dick blinks at him, his shoulders slumping. “Oh, that’s such a relief.”
“How is that a relief?” Jason asks him flatly, because what? Dick should not be happy about this.
“Because!” Dick grins, straightening up where he stands, a sly smile growing on his face. “It just proves I was right to choose you. This bond happened between us anyway and you let me go, like I asked. I can trust you. Like really trust you.”
“Riiight.” Jason groans in exasperation, wishing this conversation was over. “Well, I’m glad we cleared up what we already established. Don’t let the door hit your perky Omega ass on the way out, Grayson.”
“What? Jason, I’m not going anywhere.” Dick suddenly looks determined. “You don’t understand. You’re the only Alpha I know, apart from Alfred, who hasn’t actively tried to make me join their pack! You have no idea how refreshing it is that you’re not.”
“It was what we agreed.” Jason shakes his head. “Look, I’m not gonna lie; if you chose me to be your Alpha, I’d love it. I do kinda regret not biting you a little, at least. But you made yourself clear, and even with bitching, to me, no means no.”
“And if I changed my mind?” Dick moves in closer, reaching out until his fingertips are lightly resting on Jason’s abs. “What if I want you to be my Alpha?”
“Dick, you don’t want that.” Jason huffs, but he can’t bring himself to knock Dick’s hand away. “You made that very clear.”
“Before. I didn’t want that before.” Dick bites his lip, his scent spiking deliciously. “I can trust you. I know we’re compatible sexually, because damn, I’m still dreaming and longing for your knot. And despite both of our best efforts, we’ve bonded. I want to see where this could take us. If you’re willing, that is?”
“This is such a bad idea. Bruce and the birds will never accept us being together.” Jason points out, even as he’s tries to stop himself from leaning into Dick’s space. “Your friends won’t either.”
“But you do want to.” Dick nods, stepping in even closer. “And honestly, everyone told me to get my head out of my ass and come talk to you, so you’re worrying about nothing.”
“Of course I do!” Jason leans in, their chests almost touching. “I’m barely holding back from biting you right now.”
“Don’t hold back on my account.” Dick grins, pulling at his shirt so his neck is fully bared to Jason.
Jason’s fangs drop. His mouth fills with Alpha saliva, and he noses closer to Dick’s Omega gland. The scent intensifies, warm, inviting, irresistible. Jason’s fangs press onto Dick’s skin, the sharp points digging in until he’s got a mouthful of Dick’s flesh, biting down hard until the skin breaks and his saliva hits Dick’s glands.
It’s a mating bite.
Jason can feel the bond between them sing into life, a tugging in his chest going from the lightest feeling to heavy, anchoring Jason to Dick, pulling him down onto him. Dick clings back onto him, feeling it just as much.
Jason licks the traces of blood that seep into his mouth, tipping his head back. Dick’s cheek is pressed to his, and it only takes the slightest tilt of his head to press his lips to Dick’s. The bond fills him with Dick’s joy, giving back Jason’s own happiness. It’s a perfect kiss, one that Jason never thought he’d get.
“Bet you’re glad you gave me those five minutes, now, huh?” Dick says, his voice full of Omega trill. His fingers are clenched hard into Jason’s shirt, and Jason can feel through the bond that if his arms weren’t wrapped around him, Dick’s knees would’ve given out.
“Can’t say I’m regretting any of it, no.” Jason smirks, resting his forehead against Dick’s. “My Omega.”
“My Alpha.” Dick trills happily, leaning in for another kiss. One that Jason easily gives him.
It’s just as good as the first.
“I’m never letting you go again.” Jason promises, holding Dick to him tighter.