This was it; it was over. He had run from it for as long as he could, and it was over now.
It was Regulus’ wedding day. Where he was finally being mated and handed over to the alpha of his parents’ choosing.
Well, not exactly. It was their twenty seventh choice, but still. Regulus had managed to find dirt on every previous suitor, and a good threat there or a word in to his parents here, they had all been sent away or left.
But this time, Regulus had failed.
The Potters were by no means to his parents’ taste, with their modern ideas and thoughts, and how they ran things; his parents, and a lot of other old money families, disliked them very much.
But after twenty six failed attempts, Walburga and Orion Black had been defeated enough to try to make an offer to the Potters. It was either them, or the Dolohovs; and everyone knew Antonin went around with his dick in his hand.
So, James Fleamont Potter; the only son and heir of the Potter fortune, company and money; charming and dominant alpha; was his new suitor. His alpha-to-be, because no matter how hard he looked, or searched, Regulus couldn’t find any dirt on the Potters or James; other than his family’s frowned upon and modern ideas.
Seriously, the Potters were pretty much perfect, old money, almost royalty, actually had some Royal ancestors, and a very powerful family. Perfect for the Black taste. And Walburga and Orion could ignore their modern ideas if they had to; which they did. Because there was literally no one better.
And, despite all the modernity, James Potter had agreed to marrying him, and the offer his parents had made.
So, today, was Regulus’ wedding and mating day.
And he hated it.
He was scared; gosh, he was terrified.
The mating bite of the ceremony would almost a hundred percent send him into a triggered heat. And he hadn’t even had any interactions with the man yet; because his parents, ever the traditional people, had forbid him of doing so.
And he was a virgin.
So it was a very terrifying thought.
He didn't want his first time to be like that, all animalistic urges and a big knot.
He wanted it to be gentle, and caring; if it couldn’t be loving.
But he knew that wasn’t going to be the case.
He didn’t know if he would ever see his friends again either. Once you were mated you were your alpha’s property, as an omega. Which, Regulus was.
If James decided that Barty, Evan, Dorcas and Pandora were not the right crowd for him; Regulus couldn’t do anything. If he decided that he didn’t want his husband associated with something, Regulus couldn’t do anything.
If he decided so, his omega had to obey.
Gosh, he was missing Sirius.
His brother, ever the defiant guy; had run away from home after presenting as an omega, at the first hints of suitors. He had spent a whole of five months, an impressive time, without getting caught.
And when the cops had found him, he had had a very fresh claiming mark to show them, indicating his parents had no legal rights or any sort of control over him anymore. Regulus knew nothing about his alpha, or whether Sirius was actually happy now, or not.
He hoped so. He hoped that at least one of them was going to live a good life.
He finished the final touches to his dress robes, and began waiting anxiously.
A knock on the door startled him.
A man with dark-ish skin, unruly curly hair, and round glasses entered the room; and closed the door behind himself quickly. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Regulus immediately knew who the man was.
The groom robes would’ve been a dead giveaway even if he had been an idiot. “Alpha Potter.” He murmured in shock. “You- W-What are you doing here?” He turned around to face the man.
James had a small, sheepish smile on his face. “Hey. So, I know I’m kind of ambushing you right now; but I really needed to talk to you before the mating ceremony.”
“You're not supposed to be here.”
“I know.” James mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Your parents made that very clear every time, which is thirty-nine times by the way, I asked to see and talk to you. It’s the traditional way, supposedly.”
“It is.”
“Well, it’s bullshit. We’re marrying in the next fifteen minutes, and I don’t even know your favorite color or anything.” He took a breath. “But alas, we’re here. I just thought I should have at least a brief discussion with you before everything.”
“Yes?”
“Well... About the heat you are most likely to get after being bitten. And how you’d like to spend it.”
“How I’d like to spend it?”
“Alone or not.”
“... What?”
“Look we don’t have much time. Just... I know that you are a virgin. You’re a Black, your family is one of the most traditional families out there, you have to be a virgin. Which means, you're about to have a triggered, so probably short-lived hard-ridden-out heat, with a man you’re meeting only right now, right before your mating ceremony.
“So, I completely understand if you want to ride it out by yourself, and are uncomfortable with the idea of being with me during it. I will leave you to ride it out by yourself if you want me to. Or not, if you don’t prefer that. I just know that we won’t really have the time to discuss any of this after I bite you, because your heat will progress very fast; but I had to ask you, so I here I am. So? What is your answer?”
And Regulus felt a flicker of hope. A dangerous thing it was.
“I-I- I don’t- I don’t know. I- You’re right, it will hurt very much without an alpha. But you’re right about the rest too, I am scared.” He admitted, cheeks pink, eyes cast down.
“Nothing shameful in admitting it.” James said. “Think about it. Whatever your answer is, tell me when I lean in to mark you, before I bite you. And I’ll respect your wishes.”
“Is that how it’s supposed to be? For us I mean? For our marriage? You respect my wishes?”
James smiled kindly, with a hint of sadness. “Yes Regulus, I respect you and your wishes. We will be partners, and my mother did not raise me to be anything but good to my husband.”
With that, James left.
Maybe his life wasn't over.
***
He walked down the aisle, and stood next to Alpha Potter. The preacher announced them husband and husband, and alpha and omega; and James leaned in.
The alpha’s breath hit his bare neck, and Regulus’ breath hitched. But James waited. And Regulus whispered. “Yes. Spend it with me.” He saw James nodding ever so slightly, and then the teeth broke the skin, and sunk into his flesh.
His knees buckled.
Regulus had thought that it would be painful, suffering; but it was the complete opposite. It felt good; it felt amazing. It was the sudden rush of pleasure making him lose his footing, not agony.
James caught him with an arm around his waist before he could hit the floor, jaws still closed around his neck. Regulus let out a small moan at the movement, alpha was strong.
Then, as soon as they had appeared, they were gone; and Regulus was feeling the blood dripping down from the wound on his throat, through his haze. He felt his pulse beating there, making him painfully aware of his brand-new mating mark. James licked and lapped at it.
He was warm, hot; and there was a pressure in his lower abdomen. Something coiled in his stomach, and he felt an urge to be closer to the Latino man next to him.
His heat was starting, his mind registered. And he understood why James had wanted him to make the choice before the bite. He wouldn’t have been able to refuse him in that state.
He was swept off his feet, and picked up bridal style; turning to see James was the one carrying him. As expected, since he was his husband now. His alpha. His alpha.
Gosh, Regulus was losing it.
He whined in displeasure for not being alone with the man yet; and James must’ve taken it to the heart if the way they left the room, and from there, the building immediately, meant anything.
They got in a car, and James’ chauffeur drove them to their new house. Luckily it was very close.
They got into the building unceremoniously, throwing open the door and closing it behind themselves. James immediately took him upstairs, into the bedroom, not wasting a second.
“My mom has helped me prepare the room for you, for your heat. She’s an omega too, she knew what you’d need better than me. Food, clothes, cleaning supplies, whatever you might even slightly need, is here.”
Regulus purred in satisfaction at that; alpha provided.
Fuck, those primal thoughts were beginning to get to his head. It really was going to be a fast and hard heat.
James purred back in answer, and Regulus suddenly felt like there was no better place to be on earth.
James placed him on the bed, and pulled back a bit to unbutton and throw away his shirt. Then he began working on Regulus’ clothing.
He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it away as well, moving his hands down to his waistband. Then he looked up, and gave him a look. “You’re sure about this?” It was uttered softly and with care; but Regulus’ instincts did not allow him to be pleased about that. Instead, he was upset that his alpha wasn’t taking him immediately.
He shot forwards, and wrapped his arms around James’ neck. “Alpha.” He whined. “Don't you want me? Why won’t you continue? I need you, please?” And it was pathetic enough that James sprung forward with a growl.
He pulled down Reg’s pants with a single move, and pulled them off. And when it came to the lace panties that his mother had forced him into, to impress his husband, that could barely contain his erection at that point; James caught the garment with his teeth, and pulled it down Regulus’ legs slowly, maintaining the eye contact.
Regulus felt the first droplets of his slick upon the act.
The alpha’s nostrils flared, catching the scent of it. He gave a pleased rumble, and got back to work, kissing his way up Regulus’ leg.
“My God, Regulus. I can call you Regulus right? I mean, we’re married, I probably should. Gosh, we’re married. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to marry a guy like you, so breathtakingly beautiful. You’re so pretty Regulus; fucking adorable. And adorably fuckable. Do you want me to fuck you love? Hm? Tell me, tell your husband.”
Regulus gave a moan at the dirty talk, lifting his hips to get some fraction. But James caught his waist, and pressed it down onto the mattress. “Nuh-uh.” He tutted. “Tell me first.”
“Y-Yes.” Regulus stammered. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”
And James got to work.
He parted Regulus’ legs even more, and bit inside his thighs; soothing over the bite marks with his tongue afterwards. Then he continued his way up, and gave a small lick to his cock.
Regulus shuddered at the move. James smirked up at him.
He moved his head slowly, taking him in bit by bit, and wrapping his tongue around his cock. Regulus couldn’t handle the sight anymore, when James began bobbing his head up and down, and he clenched his eyes shut; biting his lip, and fisting his hands on the sheets.
When he hit the back of James’ throat, and he heard the alpha gag, he almost came.
“S-Stop, I’ll cum if you keep going.”
But James only doubled his efforts. And when Regulus tried to hold his hair to pull him back, he caught the slim wrists and held them down. The omega came with a cry not long after.
“Stop I’ll cum?” James asked, after swallowing him to the last drop, and catching his breath. “Of course you’ll cum, you’re my omega. And you’ll cum and scream and curl your toes while I’m pleasuring you. You’re my husband, and you’ll have the best time while I’m ravishing your body.”
And Regulus gasped, feeling something –he didn’t know what– swell in his chest. He grabbed James’ head, and kissed him senseless. He could still taste himself on the Latino’s tongue, it was arousing.
“You good enough to continue baby, or do you need a small break?” James asked kindly after the kiss, a small smile playing on his lips. The way he just switched between the primal alpha and caring husband was dizzying.
“No, I’m good. Keep going,” Regulus looked up and met his eyes through his eyelashes. “Alpha.”
James’ eyes darkened immediately, back to the big bad alpha now. He surged forward.
He pushed him onto his back, and pried open his legs. Not that he needed to pry open anything, Regulus was completely a hundred percent agreeing with what was going on.
Warm hands parted his cheeks, and the oomega jolted when a wet thing glossed over his hole. A tongue he realized among his utter shock, James was rimming him.
The tongue entered him, and twin moans left them both at the same time. James from the taste of his slick, and Regulus from the sensation alone.
The alpha ate him out; until it was not enough anymore, not nearly enough for an omega in heat. Begs spilled from his lips, and Regulus didn’t know what he was begging for at all. But James seemed to do so, since he gave him exactly what he needed.
He pulled back for one horrifying moment, before lining up his cock on Regulus’ entrance, and starting to push in.
And Regulus?
He had never felt that good before.
James filled him up slowly and gently, taking his time and going in bit by bit. Regulus was impatient, but James reminded him that first times needed to be gentle. And Regulus suddenly remembered wanting gentle and caring rather than wild and harsh earlier that day, even though his feelings were kind of confused at that point; so, he didn’t whine about it as his alpha took his time.
Stuffed, warm, soft and safe. That was how it felt like to have James Potter buried in you. And sucks to be you, cause Regulus was never letting anyone else experience that feeling. Ever. It would be him and him only.
Once fully seated, James began to move. And Regulus hadn’t thought that it could get any better, but it was.
Alpha pulled back and pushed back in again, setting a slow, agonizing pace. Regulus was gasping, panting, begging for more. James was telling him to be patient.
Patient was overrated in his opinion; but Regulus would do anything his alpha asked him of, so he shut his mouth and just took it. He wanted more; but if he had to wait, he would.
“No.” James growled, and Regulus looked up at him in confusion. “I said to be patient, didn’t say anything about keeping quiet. I wanna hear you Omega, I want to hear you scream your pleasure.”
And Regulus would've cummed right then if there wasn’t a hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He did as he was told, and screamed his pleasure.
“P-Please. P-Please, I need to cum.”
“Just a little more Baby, please. Hold on just a little longer.”
And Regulus did. James managed a few more thrusts in, until the familiar swelling began starting. “Where do you want it? My knot. Where do you want it?”
“Inside. Inside.” Regulus chanted.
“Okay.” And James came the same time his knot locked them together. Tears sprung from Regulus’ eyes when the iron brand of a hand around his cock gave way to soft strokes, and he came with a cry as well.
“Bite me.” James instructed. And Regulus did.
His jaws closed around the jugular of James’ throat, and the alpha moaned in pleasure when teeth sunk into the flesh. Regulus pulled back a moment later.
His vision blacked out.
He came back to it with James kissing down his neck, where his claiming mark laid. And another, fresher and bloodier claiming mark was sitting on the tan skin of his alpha. Regulus felt panic spiking in his chest when he saw it.
“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry, I don't know why I bit you, I-”
“It's okay.” James cut in. “I asked you to, remember? I asked you to bite me.”
“Y-You did?”
Omegas also marking their alphas was one of the new “trends”, if you will. It was a way of showing that your relationship wasn’t like the traditional way, it was more modern and respectful. That you and your partner were equals, not just alpha and omega.
And James had told him to bite him.
And he had done so.
“Yes. You didn’t do anything wrong. You did everything right. Gosh, you’re adorable, so precious; calm down, it’s all good.”
Regulus released the breath he was holding, and sagged in relief.
He looked up at his new alpha; James was on a half planking position, just floating up above him and not putting on his weight. He frowned.
“Don’t you wanna lay down?”
“I didn’t want to crush you.”
“I’m not made of glass you know, I can handle a bit of weight.”
Regulus had officially lost his brain to mouth filter. But luckily, James only laughed. “Yeah, I know. But I’m very heavy, and I didn’t want to hurt you any further. You’ll probably be very sore for a couple of days.”
Regulus’ face pinked. “Sure.”
“So, uhm... You’re back online right? Heat is over?”
“Yeah. Just me in my brain right now, no needy omega thoughts.”
James kissed his face. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Hm. So, did you want to ask something?”
“Yeah. Well, I wanted to just say; since we knotted, you might get pregnant. I mean, sure, this was a triggered heat, so it’s not very plausible; but if you do get pregnant... And you don’t want to have a baby, put your body through that, raise a kid, whatever; it’s fine. I will sign any and every paperwork to get you an abortion if that’s what you end up wanting.
“And if you get pregnant and want to have the kid, then I’ll be more than happy to be by your side throughout the pregnancy, and as we raise the pup as well. Overall, what I’m trying to say is… It’s your body and your choices. And yes, we’re in a marriage, so my wants should matter too; but not as much as yours, since it will be you who will have to push a whole-ass baby out of your body, and take the fallout of it all.”
Regulus’ vision suddenly got blurry, and it took him embarrassingly long to realize he was crying. A sob broke out, and he distinctly realized James’ panicked expression.
“Oh my gosh, did I say something wrong? I did, didn’t I? Oh fuck, I already fucked up. Fuck, shit, fuck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll do whatever you want however you want, I swear. I never meant to hurt you love, please stop crying. Did I say something wrong?”
“N-No.”
“Then why are you crying baby?”
“You said all the right things.” Regulus whined, and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
It was obvious James didn’t understand what was going on; but he hugged him back none the less, shushing him gently and comforting his omega.
“Are you better now?” He asked after Regulus calmed down.
“Yeah.”
“Why did you cry love? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I told you, you did everything right. That’s why I cried.”
James hugged him harder. “I don’t really understand, but I’ll let it go for now. Do you want to try to part so that we can get cleaned up?”
Regulus sniffed. “Y-Yeah. I want to rinse out my mouth.”
“Alright then.”
James pulled himself out of Regulus slowly, and helped him up and out of the bed. What he had said earlier turned out to be true, Regulus was sore. But James seemed to realize that and just picked him up and carried him.
Regulus suddenly felt very exposed; as if the guy hadn’t had his tongue up his ass only minutes ago. But still, the situation felt very intimate, and James was treating him oh so delicately; it was not helping the matter. Regulus blushed at the kindness from the man, and hid his smile.
Subconsciously, at the back of his mind; he wondered what was going to be the price of that kindness, or how long it was going to last.
He tried to get rid of those thoughts.
What was to come, would come.
The best thing he could do right now, was to enjoy it while it lasted.
James placed him into the bath tub, and washed him down gently. Regulus’ blush did not go away the whole time. He didn't understand why the alpha was being so nice, it was infuriating.
After he was done, James wrapped him up in a towel and brought him back to the bedroom. “Choose whatever you want from the wardrobe.” He said, before going back, to take a shower of his own.
Regulus picked a sage green t-shirt and some black sweatpants before slithering back into the bed. James returned to the bedroom fifteen minutes later. Wearing nothing but the towel around his waist.
Regulus had not really had enough time to look at him during his heat, and good god, was he realizing his mistake now. James looked absolutely amazing, had the body of a fucking Greek God, with toned abs and a slim waist.
To speak bluntly, he was smoking hot.
And Regulus was staring.
James chuckled. “Like what you're seeing?”
Regulus blushed. “Y-Yeah.” He murmured.
“Good, glad you are.” He pulled on a pair of boxers, and choose some maroon sweatpants, before jumping in beside him.
“Not going to wear a shirt?” Regulus asked.
James frowned the slightest bit. “Mom told me that skin on skin helped omegas with any possible cramps or discomfort past-heat. I can wear something if you want though.”
There it was again. Regulus decided to address it.
“Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?” James asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Ask me if I'm okay with things like you wearing a shirt, or whether I want to spend my heat alone or with you?”
“You'd rather I didn't?”
“I just- I'm not used to it. That was not how things were done in my house, I never imagined it would be like that when I got married either; so... It blindsides me.”
James nodded. “I understand. But you should get used to it, because I refuse to treat my partner as anything other than my equal.”
“My parents would've never agreed to this if they'd ever heard you utter those words.” Regulus whispered.
“Well, then it's a good thing they can't undo it, right?”
Regulus allowed himself the smallest smile as he looked at James’ grinning face, and nodded slightly. He reached out to take off the guy's glasses and put them away neatly, curling up to his side afterwards. “Thank you.” He said again, and closed his eyes.
“Anything for you, my love.” Came the whisper.
It would take a while before he started believing his husband, before he started trusting him. But the soft words were enough for a peaceful night of sleep for now, so he snuggled closer and smiled when James’ arms circled his waist.