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Third person POV
The bell rung, signaling another order flooding in, adding to the already packed group of tickets clipped to the roster.
"ORDER UP! George, table 15! Someone new arrived at table 40, cover them please!"
George rushed over to his coworker and one of the kitchen's cooks, Bad, who was holding up a plate of some food that George was too annoyed to process. His ears were droopy and sad looking, because their owner couldn't be bothered to try and make himself presentable.
He probably should try his best, but that woman was so infuriating.
He had just came back from dealing with a very entitled woman who was screaming a lot, on how it was horrible for an unmated omega like him to be working at a maid/butler cafe. He couldn't help it, he needed to pay the bills somehow. He wasn't a fan of his body, but he was okay with working like this.
He wasn't a huge fan of working in a suit and tie, so that day he decided to try a slightly larger maid outfit with a longer skirt. It wasn't very tailored to him so he had to pull it over his shoulder occasionally, but it was okay.
The woman left with a final word of, "I hate filthy slut omegas like you. You should be at home caring for your alpha's pups like a good omega. But, you're not mated, so you're nothing. You're nothing without an alpha."
George's tail had stopped flitting around carelessly, and instead curled into a position close to a scorpion getting ready to strike with their own. He was sure he didn't look the most threatening, but everyone knew not to mess with an angry omega, especially when defending a mate or pups.
He also knew his boss, Phil, wouldn't be mad if he were to talk some sense into her, but he settled for a dangerous look, one that he'd learned from his parents and his alpha friends, and the tail flicking around equally as dangerous. It got her to scream some profanities one last time and storm out of the restaurant.
He grabbed the two plates in either of his hands and pushed the doors open with his hip. He searched for the table near the center, and found a familiar face.
"Hey Gogy! Didn't know you were working tonight." The dirty-blonde omega grinned cheekily at his friend. Karl also worked at the cafe part-time, and that was how the pair met. George could go to him with all his omega concerns, like that one time where he needed someone to talk to after his old alpha decided he wanted to have more than one omega.
George smiled and set down a plate in front of him. Turning to the opposite side, he eyes Karl's date, checking if he knew him from anywhere. He felt like he did, but from where? Hmm...
"Hellooooo, Georgie can I have my food please?"
It finally clicked.
"Fine, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Here you go." George sticks his tongue out at the alpha, and drops his plate onto the table with a thunk.
"And take good care of my friend will you?"
He dashes off to the corner of the restaurant where table 50 was, after grabbing a notebook and a pen from the front desk where Quackity was fooling around with the two volunteers, something about needing them for a club at their school.
"Hello, have you decided what you want to order this evening? Any drinks?"
George clicks his pen against his leg and jots down a quick note of #50, but then he looks up.
He almost dropped his pen. His tail drops at the sight and scent of a blonde man wearing a goofy smiley-face mask, but this man smelled absolutely wonderful. Like pine and tall towering trees of a forest, this guy's scent screamed dominance and absolute alpha.
He was even a hybrid if the floppy dog ears and fluffy blonde tail indicated anything, just like George.
The brunette whimpered quietly, inner omega being hit with the beautiful scent like a truck. The alpha's adorably fluffy tail and ears just helped the omega fall even more smitten with this man in a mask.
Luckily, the man was too busy looking through the menu again to notice George's sound of lust. He looked up, and their eyes met, pools of elegant emerald green clashing with eyes brown as the sweetest chocolate. George struggled not to slick in his pants.
"I'll have a glass of water, thank you."
He almost falls. This man's voice is on a different level of deep, and his inner omega is practically on his knees. George jots it down with a shaky hand, quickly attempting on snapping back into his regular working mindset. He wills his tail to flit around like normal, and he swears he sees the alpha stare at it waving around. He can't help but click his pen nervously.
"Have you decided on your appetizer?"
"Uhhh, I think I'll have some Caesar Salad Spears."
"Alright, I'll be right back with your meal."
George practically sprints away to the kitchen after shakily pouring him a glass of water, face burning red. He drops off the paper in the roster with the others, and runs straight to the bathroom.
He splashed some water on his face and stared at himself. How foolish he looked, like sixteen-year-old him getting his heat for the first time in the dirty bathroom of his high school. He was surprised, an alpha hadn't ever induced such a severe reaction in him by just scent, voice, and a couple of words.
He took the small plastic bag from the pocket in the front of his apron. The brunette took a pill from it, and popped it in his mouth.
There. Now I won't have any heats. I can ask for his number, but nothing too far.
George fixed his messy hair, took a deep breath, and stepped back outside. He headed to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with those around him, and went outside to tend to another customer he had seen with their hand up.
"Can I get a refill on this please?" A young man, most likely a beta due to the faint smell radiating from him. The man gestured to the empty cup in front of him. "Black coffee, thank you." George nodded and picked up the delicate cup. Before he went into the kitchen, he approached his friend's table to try and get his mind off how familiar the voice of that alpha was. He'd probably come in before, or ordered takeout, or something like that.
"Are you guys doing alright over here?" George said in a sickly sweet voice, popping up behind Sapnap and making a face at Karl. The dirty blonde almost spit out his soda, an orange Fanta. Sapnap's eyes widened at the presence of someone behind him.
"George holy shit don't do that—" Karl thumped on his chest to try to unclog his throat. He moved from behind Sapnap to sling his arms lazily onto Karl's shoulders.
"Why notttttttt??" George made equally horrible puppy dog eyes and jokingly curled his tail into a heart at his friend.
"Shouldn't you be hanging out with Mr. Hot Stuff over there? I saw you fall head over heels for him." Sapnap piped up suddenly, and George's ears turned red.
How the hell did he see that??
"Shut up! I'm not that desperate Mr. Samsung Refrigerator." George shot back.
"Hmm, I don't know George, doesn't he seem awfully familiar to you??" Karl poked his friend's side.
"Doesn't matter, I'm not gonna go thirsting all over him." George crossed his arms defiantly, the dress falling off his shoulders a little bit, and he pulled it back to its original place.
"Bet. If you do, this dinner here," Sapnap gestured to their meal, "Is on you." He held out his hand.
"Deal."
They shook on it.
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"ORDER UP! George, table 40's C. S. S.!" Bad called to George again, whose head popped up from the dishes that he was putting away.
George grabbed the plate, and the tray that he was totally not tapping in impatience and playing with its silverware while waiting for the order to be ready.
He had an energetic bounce in his step and he couldn't help but wave his tail excitedly as he walked to the corner table.
His previous confidence dropped as soon as he remembered how fucking hot this guy was.
Sipping on his glass of water, he got a glimpse of his fangs. George licked his lip, imagining them sunken deep into his neck and chest, marking the delicate skin up with the signs of his love. The man looked like someone who smiled a lot, and that's what he was doing, scrolling through his phone and occasionally smiling at it.
George forced himself not to start slicking in his pants or trip and fall to the floor while walking to the table, wondering why his suppressants weren't working and he was still horny as hell for this alpha. He'd have to check that out later, or maybe get some stronger ones.
"Here's your order. Enjoy!" The brunette placed the plate delicately in front of the blonde. Speaking of that, he eyed the empty seat and menu in across from him.
"Are you waiting for anybody?" He blurted out his thoughts suddenly, and tried to cover up his question by gesturing to the seat, as if it was normal for waiters to ask this question.
He felt the man's eyes rake over his body while still sipping the water as he stood there embarrassed, and to his horror, he felt himself start producing slick.
"No, I'm not. You can take that, and if you can, can you refill this as well?" he looked at the untouched menu, and set down his now empty glass. George swears he sees the man's nostrils flare.
"Have you decided on a main course?" George picked up the menu and tucked it under his arm. The man looks at his name tag, and a smirk grows on his face.
"Anything that you recommend, Georgie."
George's face was flaming red, and his tail was curling around his thigh.
He thought the first time he sprinted back he was fast, well that was nothing. He sat down in the staff bathroom again, heart pounding.
Okay George, you can do this. How do you know this man? How is he doing this to you?
He wracked his mind and memory for answers. Maybe he was somebody who'd came here before, maybe he was someone he met in a Q&A or a meet-and-greet.
He dropped the menu on the floor.
Dream.
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After a quick ranting to Sapnap and bonking the noirette on the head then hugging him all while angry, he marched over to Dream's table and plunked the overfilled glass of water onto the table with his meal.
He sat down on opposite of the blonde, and the alpha had a cheeky grin on his face, mask gently resting on the table.
"Dream what the hell are you doing here?" George pointed at him frustratedly.
"I live here, and Sapnap said you worked here. Just thought I'd say hello. And damn George, you look pretty cute in that skirt."
At the mention of the other alpha's name, Dream's nostrils flared again, smelling the scent of him on what was supposed to be his. He'd normally be embarrassed about this reaction, but he didn't care too much now.
George waved his arms around exasperatedly while spewing words about how he gave him a heart attack, and Dream couldn't help but laugh.
The brunette wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, and his arm crashed into the glass, spilling the water onto the alpha sitting in front of him.
Dream's eyebrows raised, his lap, the floor in front of him, and the seat behind were now sopping wet (the seat was wet because Dream's tail was wagging so fast he couldn't stop it from brushing against the seat backing), but he was fine. It wasn't the worst that had happened to him.
"God, you're so fucking dumb you made me spill your water you idiot!" George continued rambling with his blush growing as he went to pick up a towel.
How did he love him this man? George didn't know, but he'd continue to do so, as long as he let him.
~About an hour prior~
As soon as Dream entered the restaurant, he was hit by the sweet scent of vanilla sugar cookies. His mouth watered, and not from his hunger. That scent smelled so delicious. He couldn't fully experience the bliss because of his mask, but he knew it was heavenly.
He sat down on an empty table in the corner, glad there were chairs that would accommodate for his fluffy tail.
Looking around, he took in the quiet ambience around the restaurant. It was very classy, no children screaming or drunk teenagers taking shots. It was nice.
The most distinguishing feature about the restaurant was the fact that the workers were dressed like maids and butlers.
A loud screech snaps his attention away from the pretty servers.
A woman is throwing a fit, and another man is trying to calm her down.
Wait a minute... he looks familiar...
Those soft brown locks and flitting about ears, that tail swishing around slowly, and those chocolate brown eyes that he could get lost in?
It was George. Smelling like heaven on earth.
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After he finished ordering his appetizer, he exhaled deeply. He couldn't believe that George hadn't recognized him, even with a smiley face mask partially covering his face. He thought his eyes, pools of emerald green, would give him away for sure.
He heard the quiet whimper thanks to his enhanced hearing, and almost growled.
Thinking back about it, he had to will his tail to stop wagging, the omega would make the absolute most perfect mate for him. Finding him here while on a simple night out? Even more perfect He'd been wanting to meet up for years, but something always came up. Dream never questioned, but it was a bit suspicious.
God, I could cuddle him for hours. Swaddle him in my love.
Dream's inner alpha was drooling with want, floppy gold tail wagging with joy, thinking about stuffing him full of his pups, falling asleep with him in his arms, in their own world, just the two of them.
The blonde shook his head of fluffy blonde hair. Now was not the time to think about this stuff, not in public at least.
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George came back, and Dream couldn't help but smiled at his gaze, scanning over the empty seat in front of the alpha. Dream swore he saw some sort of longing in those chocolate brown eyes, but he was interrupted by George.
"Are you waiting for anybody?"
Dream wished he could photograph the brunette's face right there, the look of instant regret and horror was hilarious. His terrible attempt to cover it up just made it even cuter. Dream couldn't help but look his shaking frame up and down, the long brown thin limb swishing back and forth.
And if that wasn't enough, an even sweeter smell permeated the air, and Dream's nostrils flared again.
It was slick.
He sipped the last of his water, and told George that he could bring it back.
He was impressed with his response when he asked for his main course, and was slightly proud that he could make the omega slick from just talking to him.
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Dream's lap and the floor were covered in water spilled by George, who was grabbing a towel from the kitchen. Dream sighed. What a clumsy kitty. I still love him though.
George bent down to clean the floor, giving Dream a front row view to his tail, which he just realized had a baby blue bow tied neatly on it, and plump ass. Dream bit his lip, what he'd give to own that...
George leaned over Dream to clean his seat, and Dream got an idea.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around the shorter's waist and pulled him onto his lap, still soaking wet.
Dream shoved his nose into the other's neck and inhaled deeply, sweet vanilla flooding his senses.
Instinctively, George released more of his scent, and Dream's eyes closed in bliss.
"So I'm taking this as a mutual thing right?"
That one line was it, his mate declaring his love for him, and George couldn't hold it in anymore.
His pre-heat started. Immediately the innocent scent of vanilla became laced with want and need, and his alpha reacted immediately.
Dream slammed a hundred-dollar bill onto the table because he wasn't one to dine-and-dash, and picked George, who by this point was whimpering desperately, up bridal style. He sprinted to his car, and after making sure the brunette's seatbelt was adequately buckled, he stepping into the driver's seat and slammed his foot on the gas.
Their ride back to Dream's house was tense, the dog hybrid's hands clenching the steering wheel so hard the veins in his large hands were popping out. George, on the other hand, wasn't doing well either, fire burning in his stomach, clothes damp with sweat.
"Dreammmm... Alpha....." He whispered, trying to wriggle out of his seatbelt like the cat he was.
He would’ve gotten it eventually, but Dream set a powerful hand on George's thigh, and the omega immediately froze.
He didn't move throughout the rest of the trip.
The pair stumbled clumsily to the door, Dream's hands fumbling with the keys for the lock on his door. George's tail had wormed it's way around the dogboy's wrist, making it significantly harder to get his keys. He pried off the cat tail with his own fluffy dog one, and finally opened the door.
He tried his best to drag the brunette up to the bedroom, but said brunette did not cooperate too well, pawing at Dream's shirt for him to take it off. When he gave up on that, he decided to struggle to take his own clothes.
They finally reached Dream's room, and the alpha practically ripped their clothes off (except for his boxers), knowing that they were finally safe in their house and his omega was free to bask under his care.
Moonlight streamed through the window as Dream's hands ghosted down George's body, laying on the bed, whining and whimpering for any stimulation, his hole wantonly clenching around nothing.
"Alpha please... need you..." the omega begged, eyes brimming with tears as his heat finally crashed into him full force.
Dream kissed him gently and sweetly in response, the action being the polar opposite of what he did with his hands, shoving three large digits inside of the catboy's wet heat. He grinned mischievously.
Immediately, George let out a sluttish moan of bliss, tongue falling out of his mouth and brown hazy eyes rolling back. Dream felt his boxers tighten at the pornographic sight.
"Dream..."
Dream curled his fingers again and again, stretching George out to be able to take his cock. He massaged the base of the brown tail, its owner moaning even louder from the action.
After a few minutes of this, the omega started whining loudly, wanting more. He pushed off his alpha and rolled over, shoving his face into the pillow and arching his back, presenting his ass in a perfect submissive state.
By now, the room was clouded with the suffocating heat-scent of vanilla, merging with strong pine. George was leaking slick at profuse rates, and Dream felt his dick swell.
"Ah— Take me! Need mmm— your pups!" He begged, hands pushing in and out of his hole, wishing it was the blonde instead. His ears were twitching sporadically, tail swishing enticingly.
Dream's breath caught in his throat at the primality of the situation, hesitating despite his inner alpha telling him to claim the pretty omega so close to him, fill him with his pups so his stomach would swell with them.
"Are you sure about this George?" The dogboy tried to get a little bit of consent. He knew that they were fated mates but something in the back of his mind just thought his partner wouldn't be satisfied with him. His large ears instinctively covered his face nervously.
George looked back, and very gently patted Dream's floppy ears that were covering his eyes. He pushed them out of the way and kissed him sweetly.
"You're my alpha. Mine only, and mine forever." The omega's words were a bit slurred together, but he was still surprisingly coherent. He rubbed against his alpha's chest with love and lust, and Dream's heart melted.
Eventually it was too much for him, and he resumed to his begging while presenting for his alpha.
But this time, it was different.
Dream guided his cock to his mate's hole, and tried to slow push himself in. George was not having any of it, impatient of being made wait so long, and he bucked his hips backwards, fully sinking his alpha's length inside him.
The blonde stopped his hips with his hands, the two appendages gripping tightly on the wide, pale hips, that would probably leave bruises in the morning. He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes at the feeling, finally sunken deep within his intended.
George was feeling the same way, humming blissfully, stuffed full with the large member.
Dream started to tentatively roll his hips and shallowly thrust into the omega, setting a slow and sensual pace.
High-pitched moans and deep groans filled the room, the noises echoing off the bare walls.
But George wanted more, the itch inside him begging to be scratched.
"More—ah—please alpha— please—
Dream!!"
Said man winced as his partner tightened his walls intentionally, enticingly, teasingly, and not wanting to disappoint, he slammed his hips faster into the wet heat, sweat dripping between their bodies and slick dampening the bedsheets below.
George screamed, high pitched and needy, hands gripping the sheets as he arched his back to meet Dream's powerful thrusts.
Suddenly, Dream's tip grazed George's sweet spot. The omega clenched around his alpha's cock, the itch deep inside of him was finally getting scratched.
"THERE! Knot me please—!" He pushed himself back, meeting his alpha's deep thrusts with need.
The alpha fucked into the tight wet heat ruthlessly, holding nothing back, feeling his knot swell at the base of his cock.
He hovered over the mating spot with his mouth, the patch of skin taunting him.
The dogboy shook his head. Right now the catboy needed his knot.
"Gonna cum George—"
The omega practically howled with want.
"Knot me please m' close close close— want your pups please—" He babbled, intertwining their tails together, the two close as could be.
That was all it took, the begging for his litter, and their tails locked together for him to slam himself deep into the omega and fill him with his seed, sinking his teeth into the junction between the omega’s shoulder and neck, marking him as his mate forever.
George's eyes rolled back in his head, and he came untouched, cumming onto the bedsheets.
They would be stuck together for the next hour or so, and panting, Dream pulled the messy sheets over them, George falling sound asleep instantly, snoring quietly, content now that he had his alpha's knot up his ass, stomach bulging with come, purring happily.
"I love you, my sweet omega. My little catboy, my George."
The moon watched as the two slept the night away.
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The sun shone into the room elegantly, high into the sky and blindingly bright, illuminating the bare walls and the floor littered with clothing, the covers messy but relatively covering the two figures resting quietly in bed, limbs tangled together.
George woke up to the feeling of fingers gently scratching behind his mocha colored ears, and he purred out of instinct, eyes not opening as he snuggled closer to his mate. The bite on his neck had started to heal, and soon it would scar into a full-on mating bite.
He opened his eyes, staring up at his mate, and suddenly his heart got stuck in his throat as the situation finally sunk into his brain.
“Oh my god— I just had sex with my best friend of five years—“
Dream shushed him with a swift kiss, filled with love, and when they pulled away, George searched for any sign of regret or remorse, but all he saw was pure adoration.
“But we both love each other, right?”
George thought of all those times he was teased, all those times he was egged on, all the times he was begged to say I Love You, all those times his friends were convinced they were in a relationship, and all the new viewers asking if they were together, all those times, all leading up to this moment, his glorious fate with Dream sealed in stone.
“I love you Dream.”
“I love you too George.”