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Dick had counted the weeks since he’d noticed Jason’s scent changing, and there’d been seven in total.
Seven weeks since Dick had snuck into the omega’s room to breed him, using the omega’s paralyzed, drugged body for his own purposes.
Seven pregnant weeks for the seed to grow. Seven weeks for Dick to dote on his successor and his future mate, watching the omega’s belly ripen with Dick’s fruit, waiting for the day he would officially claim him. A secret Dick had kept from his friends and Bruce. A dirty little secret.
This time, Jason was standing in the kitchen, his Robin uniform barely able to hide his pregnancy. He stood amongst the Titans and boxes of half-eaten pizzas, chatting with Dick’s friends.
He had been coming to Titans Tower more often these days, treating this as his home. So comfortable, in fact, that sometimes Jason didn’t bother to change his scent blockers, letting the old patches degrade enough for the sweetness of his pregnancy to come through.
The sound of a video game blared in the background as Garfield and Vic played, neither paying attention when the young omega walked up to the sofa and watched. The scent of beer had been too strong for them to notice Jason’s pregnancy, and though the omega’s belly had risen, its size wasn’t apparent yet, and could be easily attributed to bloating after a good meal. But it was there, and Jason had never tried to hide it.
In fact, Dick could swear Jason was purposefully drawing attention to it. Dick had seen his little omega remark about how he’d gained weight or had needed to ask for a size-up for his utility belt. And now, Jason was standing there with his cape swiped back, his fists on his hips, proudly displaying the bump to whoever was walking past.
Dick’s eyes had never left his omega for long during the night. He’d seen Jason talking with all of his friends (the kid was very likable, and the Titans all treated him as this adorable puppy), and now, Jason was turning away from the sofa to chat with Roy like some party socialite. Dick fancied seeing the archer’s nose twitching, scenting the air in the omega’s vicinity. He’d noticed the change of scents, and Dick wouldn’t blame him at all.
“What’s up with your nose?” Jason asked.
Roy shook his head and offered a smile.
“Nothing. Just thought I smelled…”
Jason slanted his lips, looking confused. But his body language didn’t change.
Since coming here, Jason had shaken his timidness and now acted like he was best buddies with everyone. This irritated Dick, more so than he thought it would. Jason might have been a rival at one point, but now he was Dick’s—he would fully be Dick’s omega soon—and he was the mother of Dick’s future pup. Dick felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness toward him.
Roy gave up scenting, unsure of what to make of it. He turned to get himself another slice, and that’s when Donna dragged Jason aside by his wrist.
Dick paid attention to the pair. He saw Donna walking Jason to the dark hall. She bent down to his level, her nose twitching just like Roy’s had, judging the air around Jason before her eyes fell to the omega’s belly.
“What is it?” the omega asked, as if oblivious to the alpha female’s unusual gaze.
It took Donna a moment to compose her words, but in no time, she was inquiring about Jason’s changes.
She noticed the sweet pregnancy scents, she said, and how out of shape Jason had been. Donna asked if Jason was alright.
Dick watched them, leaning against the counter and eating pizza, pretending to focus on Wally and Joey’s one-sided conversation. But his eyes continued to drift back to Donna and Jason. There was no need to worry. Jason answered Donna like the perfect omega he was. With a firm tone, he told the Amazon that “There is nothing wrong, Wonder Girl! And it’s rude to ask about an omega’s weight.”
Donna seemed skeptical, but it effectively shut her up. She knew she could gather nothing more from Robin, and she seemed to give up when Jason abandoned her for the kitchen, waving to Garfield on his way there before getting himself some ice cream from the freezer.
Dick’s eyes followed his Little Wing, his Sleeping Beauty, as he ate his strawberry-flavored sweet from a plastic bowl, his lips tinted light pink as he watched Gar and Vic battle on the game console.
Dick waited until Jason finished and placed the empty bowl in the sink. Before he could clean it up, Dick pulled on his arm and dragged him to the side, away from Donna and his friends.
It took all Dick’s strength not to claim Jason then and there. He felt an alpha growl rumbling in his chest, almost feral from the thought that anyone else might touch what was his.
It was bizarre. Dick didn’t remember ever feeling this way—only when his rut was close.
“What do you think you are doing?” Dick hissed, possessiveness clouding his judgment. He could smell Jason’s scent from here. As their pup’s sire, his senses were heightened, and it drove him nuts. It was impossible not to think with his base urges.
Jason looked up, eyes wide and blinking.
“What did I do?”
“You aren’t wearing your scent patches properly. Does the Tower look like a whorehouse to you?”
“Geez, Dickie, cut it out. I just didn’t have time to change it, alright?”
“You’ve been blasting it all over the place. You know how distracting that can be? Almost everyone is an alpha here, and you’re just releasing your pheromones like some slut.”
“Chillax, dude.” Jason shrugged. “I’ll just go back and change it. No need to get so upset about it.”
“No.” Dick’s expression dropped. “Get back to your room. You are grounded.”
Jason’s mouth hung open.
“You can’t be serious! It was… it was just some stupid scent patch!”
“If this is a mission, you would’ve put everyone in danger.” Dick felt his temper growing. He knew his logic was failing, but he hardly cared. Part of him desperately wanted to separate his omega from the rest of the party, and he couldn’t explain why. “Go back to your room and think about what you’ve done wrong,” he said.
“You can’t ground me!” Jason was flabbergasted. “You are just picking on me! I ought to tell B you’ve been bullying me.”
“Then tell him.” Dick was eerily calm at that. “See whose side he’ll take.”
“You are not my pack alpha. You are not Batman!”
“I am the alpha of this pack,” Dick said, “so I take charge. And I’m telling you to go to your room. Don’t make me repeat it a third time, Robin.”
Jason huffed in frustration, throwing up his hands like a spoiled teen. In a way, he still was a spoiled teen, but Dick hardly saw him as one anymore. Every time Dick looked at Jason, all he could notice was his newfound maturity: his stomach—the proof of Dick’s growing fruit inside his womb—and his changing hormones affecting both his scent and his complexion.
Jason turned away mumbling, returning to his room. His body language was full of rage as he took huge, frustrating steps. His cape billowed, and the door shut loudly behind him from his tantrum.
Dick stood in the hall, watching the door close.
Dick wanted to march into that room and breed Jason. He had to refrain from doing so. He couldn’t think straight… It was as if someone stole all his reason and logic away, leaving nothing but base instinct and the animalistic qualities of an alpha, wanting only to protect and claim his mate and his unborn pup.
Dick thought he was going mad.
*
The Titans started to turn in when midnight came. Only Wally was still watching TV when Vic put away the Xbox, making sure he knew where to find it. It wouldn’t matter too much. Dick knew it wouldn’t be long before they would return to their rooms, leaving the living room quiet.
Dick took two ceramic cups from the kitchen and filled them up with mulberry juice.
The red cup was for Jason, which Dick washed and wiped clean before spiking it with the sleeping drug he always used. Only the best for his bride, Dick had figured. A multivitamin pill on the side, too. His mate needed all the nutrients to carry his pup to term.
Dick went to Jason’s room after he finished. He’d been waiting for this all night, and he could barely contain himself when he knocked. Three gentle taps echoed in the hallway, a pause, then two more. Jason’s huffy voice then sounded from within: “What is it, asshole?”
“It’s me. Can I come in? I’ve got juice.”
There was movement inside, Jason sitting up from the bed. A pause. “Come in.”
Dick twisted the handle and entered, conjuring a friendly smile on his face.
It was funny. Dick never had to knock when he was being intimate with Jason. It was only when they were tolerating each other that he had to act polite.
Jason turned his attention away from the book he’d been reading, lips pursed.
He’d been lying on his side in the bed, wearing revealing pajama shorts and a loose T-shirt that barely covered his thighs, bare feet kicking playfully behind him.
Dick’s mind stopped for a second to admire the sight of his would-be mate, how nice and bred he looked, with that risen stomach hidden by his pajama shirt and his milky scent driving Dick insane. It took all his composure to keep still.
Dick wondered if Jason had noticed his changes. If he had, he sure didn’t show it. His face looked innocent to all that Dick had been doing behind him, his brow raised, and the light in his eyes came more from annoyance.
Dick had checked the security footage the day after he’d bred his little wing, having stuffed his pussy with a fake knot to keep in Dick’s seed. He’d seen the omega waking up to the fullness in his stomach and the knotted dildo in his cunt, slight pain flashing across his face when he’d opened his legs to inspect what had been causing him discomfort.
Dick had watched Jason tugging the knotted plug loose and pulling it out from his pink, swollen pussy, like watching some depraved porn on tape.
Despite that incident, Jason had stayed. He’d never stayed away from the tower or avoided Dick or anyone else. It was inconceivable that someone who had gone through Batman’s training would dismiss a breach as significant as this.
Dick knew in hindsight, it hardly mattered. There would come a day when the pregnancy was so apparent that even Jason himself couldn’t be convinced differently. Still, Dick stayed vigilant, making sure his mate was taken care of, and that Jason didn’t eat or do anything that might hurt himself or the pup.
“What’s up?” Dick asked.
Jason shrugged.
“Why are you here, asshole?”
Dick kept an observant eye on Jason, making sure he had his face and scent schooled.
“To apologize, of course, dummy.”
He shut the door with his foot, doing so casually and slowly so as not to alarm Jason of his sinister intent. He walked to the bed with the two cups of juice.
“Thought I should properly apologize to you with some elegant brew, your Royal highness.”
Jason looked up and cocked an eyebrow.
“What the heck happened to you?”
“Is it wrong to spoil my little brother?” Dick put on his Golden Boy smile, one sure to fool even the brightest of detectives. “You are my only brother. An omega, no less, so it’s only right to treat you the way you deserve to be treated—like a princess.”
Jason eyed Dick suspiciously, head tilted and resting on his hand. The book he had lies flat on the bed.
“…sure.”
“Aww, come on.” Dick walked past the bed to place the cups on the desk. Jason’s eyes followed him, his scent tentative, but he made no move to stop him. “Come, now. Let’s cheer and make up with a drink. What do you say?”
Jason pushed himself off the bed, eyes still trained on Dick, when he swung his legs off the side.
“What did you bring me?”
“Mulberry juice.” Dick brought up Jason’s cup—red ceramic, impossible to get mixed up. Red was a color that suited his future mate well. “Infused with micronutrients. Vitamin C. B-twelve. You name it.”
He handed Jason the cup, which Jason reluctantly accepted. It took him longer to take the multivitamin pill. Jason looked cautious, staring into the deep red liquid.
“I’m sorry, Little Wing,” Dick said. “I admit being the pack leader for the Titans has gotten to my head. I can be overly authoritative. I’ll try my best not to single you out like that again, okay?”
“… right.”
Jason didn’t sound convinced.
“Come on. I’m sorry.”
Jason stared into his own cup again, popping the multivitamin into his mouth and chewing on it before bringing the cup to his mouth. Dick watched with anticipation as the rim of the cup touched the young omega’s lips, but Jason stopped midway.
“Can you get me something, Dick?” the omega asked.
“What do you need?”
“On the shelf behind you, the left side,” Jason said, “there’s an Oxford. I had to look up some words, but I was too lazy to get out of bed.”
Dick sighed, turning to his left to look.
“You couldn’t have used your phone?”
Jason approached Dick from behind, his bare feet making little sound. Dick only sensed him from his body heat and his scent—sweet, maddening, took so much willpower to not claim him…
“It’s the blue one,” Jason said from behind Dick.
“I know what color an Oxford is, thank you.” Dick pulled the thick dictionary off the shelf and turned back, but before he could hand it over, he found his cup thrust into his free hand.
“Here,” Jason said, exchanging Dick’s cup for the dictionary.
Dick took it, bringing it up in the air in a cheer. “Are we good? No hard feelings, right?”
Jason smiled back. He pinned the dictionary under his armpit and raised his own cup.
“Of course not, big bro.”
He brought the cup to his lips, and together, they downed the juice.
*
Jason saw Dick out after their little apology cheer.
The alpha had left the door open a crack, and Jason made no move to shut or lock it himself.
Afterward, Jason sat by the bed, putting the book (Hamlet, arguably one of the best plays in English literature) and the Oxford back onto the nightstand, getting ready for bed.
He had brushed his teeth quickly and changed his underwear, and now, his hand on his raised belly, there was an oddly satisfying feeling going through Jason, even more so than when he’d dropped the rut inducer into Dick’s cup, having faked requesting a dictionary to distract him.
Jason shut off the lights except for the dim bedside lamp and climbed back onto the bed, snuggling underneath the warm covers.
From his experience, it would take maybe another ten minutes before the sleeping drug fully set in, but Jason was sleepy and eager, unable to wait any longer. He lifted his hips from the bed and pulled down his pajama shorts halfway, along with the lace pantie he had chosen for night visits.
Underneath the pink underwear, Jason’s pussy was already slicking up, engorged from arousal. The lips were wet and inviting when he speared two fingers inside, listening to the obscene schlicks as he pumped them.
Jason turned off the lamp and lay down, pulling his panties back on, but not his sleep shorts. He knew Dick appreciated an insatiable omega, and his pussy would be wet and ready when the alpha came for him.
It didn’t matter if he was already pregnant. More sessions meant more insurance and a better chance to secure his position as the chosen omega. To tie his alpha down with his own flesh and blood.
The rut inducer should help—just like it had helped in the past when Jason had decided to start slipping it into Dick’s drinks after he found a dildo in his pussy, immediately knowing who was responsible. He’d been manufacturing Dick’s obsession with him ever since.
Jason was sleepy the moment his head hit the pillow. Despite this, he didn’t want to sleep. He could feel the unendurable throbbing between his legs, the emptiness, the desire to be filled.
Underneath the covers, he wriggled his ass around as if it could get him some friction. More of his juice flowed out, wetting his panties and producing a naughty scent he could smell through the covers.
Come on, Dick, Jason thought to himself before closing his eyes. You better come and fuck me soon. Don’t leave me hanging.
As soon as his lids fell shut, Jason struggled to open them again. The drug worked immediately, and Jason fell semi-unconscious, unable to tell how much time had passed as the surrounding room faded into hazy dreams’ ambiance and colors.
Jason didn’t know how long it took. He didn’t hear Dick enter his room, either—too sleepy, and the door hadn’t been shut properly for it to click.
There had been no sound. No sign, except Jason’s sensitive pregnancy olfactory picking up the thick, possessive scent of musk, the body heat of his alpha leaning over the bed.
For a second, the intruder stood there, so motionless Jason thought it might’ve been a dream. But then Dick spoke, a quiet, hoarse whisper reaching Jason’s ears.
“Hey.”
The call was so quiet Jason would’ve missed it had he not been waiting.
Dick paused as if waiting to see if Jason would respond. Jason was still like a dead bunny, so Dick grew bolder.
“Hey, Jason—” he raised his voice, a hand crawling up to nudge Jason’s shoulder—“are you awake, Robin?”
Jason stayed silent and motionless despite his heart’s turbulence. More pussy juice flowed out, soiling his panties and the sheets sandwiched between his knees. The drug kept him lethargic enough that it didn’t take much effort to fake his unawareness.
Jason had the pregnancy to thank, perhaps, for changing his hormones enough that the usual dose Dick used couldn’t keep him unconscious completely.
Dick tried nudging Jason one final time, this time whispering much closer to his ear.
“Jason? Babe? Little Wing? You awake?”
When Jason still made no reply, Dick sighed in relief and crawled onto the bed with him.
The mattress dipped, shifting Jason’s body in a way he didn’t like, but luckily Dick adjusted his position immediately after, situating himself over Jason as he slowly tugged the cover off of the omega. Jason’s breathing was even, betraying nothing when he smelled a much stronger, much more animalistic musk from his mate.
“I know you’d be all nice and ready for me, Little Wing,” the stalker said—no, growled—from above him. “All willing, compliant…”
He paused, then leaned downward, poking the tip of his nose into the puff of Jason’s hair, taking a long, intoxicated sniff.
“And ripe,” Dick said in a low and gruff voice. “What a wonderful omega…”
He ran his shaking hand through Jason’s hair, barely containing himself from the excitement and lust. Jason could sense the rut inducer working on him from his movements, his scent, his deep, hoarse baritone. Dick didn’t know half of it.
The thought alone made more juice flow from Jason’s pussy, thick slick dripping and soaking into everything. The smell was so prominent it elicited a low growl from his secret lover.
“God—”
Dick dipped his fingers beneath Jason’s thigh, spearing between his folded legs and running them along the length of his inner thighs. He slid them out, taking a long sniff before slurping the thick liquid off with his tongue.
His voice was shaky when he spoke, his rut pheromone so overpowering it’d be forcing Jason into a submissive presenting position had he not been drugged.
“So perfect how I trained your body, my obedient sock puppet… ” Dick paused to lick more slick off his fingers, using his other hand to jerk the sleeping shorts off Jason’s thighs. With a hand on Jason’s hip, he turned him over to lie on his back, running three fingers against the slit between his legs over the wet panties. “And look at what you wear in private? Are you really such a slut, Little Wing?”
Dick hooked his fingers under the panties’ waistband, tugging them off.
Jason almost shuddered from delight. His privates were finally free, and he struggled to keep his cocklet soft as he faked unawareness.
I’m yours, alpha, Jason thought. Your dirty little secret. Make me your bitch now.
Dick’s hand ran over Jason’s crotch, knuckles sliding along the length of his slick-covered cocklet and the folds between his legs, entranced.
“Perfection,” he whispered to himself.
Then two fingers dove into Jason with a wet grunt. They curled, squirmed, explored, and thrust, spreading Jason’s cunt and feeling him from the inside out. Jason heard Dick’s low groan, barely containing his lust and an alpha’s innate instinct to claim.
Dick pulled them out and crouched on top of Jason, kneeling between the omega’s legs and nudging them farther apart. He busied himself with his sleep pants, hastily pulling them down.
Warm, callused alpha hands support Jason’s buttocks, hauling him off the bed and pulling his legs to wrap around Dick’s body. It was so satisfying to feel the bulk of Dick’s torso between his legs. A simple squeeze of his thigh muscles made him feel the solid form of his alpha.
Jason purred from delight, quiet enough so Dick couldn’t hear, yet he refrained from moving his thighs to feel Dick’s warmth like his heart desired.
With his legs ajar like this, Jason’s pussy was open to the world, narrowing and expanding with his breathing. Then, a wet, enlarged cockhead pushed against his opening, broadening Jason as it forced itself inside, making his pussy adjust to the intrusion as it slid easily with the help of Jason’s juice.
Dick knocked Jason’s breath out when the alpha closed the last few inches with a harsh thrust, sheathing himself. It felt so full, so overwhelming… and Jason loved it so much.
“Always the perfect omega, Jason,” Dick breathed, his voice low and dark, trembling from the induced rut. “I just want to eat you up, make you a part of me—”
With hands supporting Jason’s hips, Dick pulled back and drove in again, cock gurgling inward and pushing up to the opening of Jason’s womb. Jason felt the intrusion brushing past that raw opening, and he shuddered in his sleep, both from sensitivity and from delight.
Dick set to a punishing pace, fucking harder with each stroke. He was destroying Jason, shattering him, picking him apart, and between each anger-filled thrust Jason could hardly breathe, his respiration broken in his chest halfway by each subsequent thrust.
An alpha in rut was terrifyingly arousing. The aggression Dick showed when he sank into Jason, pushing up to his womb and bruising his hips with his fingers, surpassed anything the alpha had ever shown during missions. Jason was like Dick’s rag doll, sedated and fully at his alpha’s mercy as Dick used him, snapping his hips forward until his crotch was slamming into Jason hard enough to bruise.
Dick continued like this for a while, removing one hand from Jason’s hips to place it on his stomach. It was still more flat than full, but Dick didn’t seem to care. He wanted that pup and wanted it now, and by feeling it beneath his palm, it was as if he was claiming it for himself before it was even born.
“I can’t wait, babe—” a harsh smack folded Jason’s body in half, his legs splayed on either side of his head—“baby,” Dick said. “Can’t wait to see you grow fat with my pup. Can’t wait for it to call me daddy for the first time—”
Jason shivered. His cocklet was filling out, hanging over his stomach and leaking. He was being ripped apart, his insides were being torn open by his alpha’s enormous girth.
“What a perfect whore you are for me,” Dick said. “Being my slut, taking my cock, receiving my seed… I want to breed you all over again. If only you weren’t already carrying…”
The musk of Dick’s rut was suffocating. Jason was already having trouble breathing, and now he could smell Dick intimately as the alpha pinned his legs on either side of his head with his pussy facing the ceiling, slamming into him. Jason could hear Dick panting from the exertion, his muscles tense as a result of the rut inducer, his growl feral and dangerous.
Jason was dying, and he fucking loved it.
Slipping the drugs into Dick’s drinks had been one of the two best choices Jason had ever made.
With Jason’s body folded, Dick was almost fucking him vertically. His pace was brutal and speeding, driving Jason into the bed with a strength meant to shatter him.
Dick manhandled Jason, pushing him this way and that as he lost his rhythm. The wet squelches of Dick’s cock became dull when his knot formed.
With a few more speedy thrusts, the knot caught.
Jason sighed and came around the knot. His pussy contracted, milking the dick as the alpha unloaded. The cock head pressed flush against the entrance of Jason’s womb, stuffing Jason’s passage full, and without extra space, the excess cum exploded out of Jason’s pussy, leaking along his folds and running down his thighs.
“Fuck,” Dick cursed.
But this was a blessing, and Jason was content, thoroughly used up by his alpha, his position secure, and the pup in his womb seemed more alive than ever.
With that dirty desire fulfilled, Jason was falling back to sleep again, happy knowing it was another night of having Dick to himself—another night of proving the alpha’s undying love and possessiveness of him.
Not that Dick’s behavior during the Titans’ party wasn’t telling enough. Jason just needed the confirmation.
As Dick waited for his knot to come down, he lay beside Jason, taking the omega into his arms.
“So jealous you could sleep, Little Wing.” Dick yawned, having spent himself after good sex. His mouth lingered around Jason’s neck, even opening up to chafe his canines against the scent gland. “Have the best strength to carry my pup to term.”
Jason was half-asleep, but he knew that’s exactly what he planned to do.
Dick then said, “I can’t wait to see you grow big and round… my pup, ripening inside of you…”
His hand caressed Jason’s stomach, gentle like caressing a flower’s petals as he waited for the fruit to grow.
Jason couldn’t wait, either.
That was Jason’s thought when he fell asleep that night.
*
The next morning, when Jason walked into the kitchen with a yawn, Dick greeted him.
Dick already had a cup of coffee in hand by then, faking ignorance about what had happened last night, his smile bright.
Jason greeted back, throwing snappy remarks at the alpha’s teasing. They bantered like brothers did, hanging around idly as they waited for the rest to wake up. It was as if nothing had happened, and they were both playing pretend.
A long period of silence had passed, before finally, Dick spoke up to invite Jason to lunch (alone and with no one else). Jason agreed, slipping more rut inducers into Dick’s drink when he wasn’t looking. Just in case.
Jason had his alpha’s affection wrapped around his fingers. This was a new day, and Jason couldn’t wait for lunch.
Maybe an official courtship would come next.
Jason was so looking forward to it.