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“Mav, you there?” Rooster called, letting himself into the older man’s house.
They’d both survived The Mission—both nearly dying twice, but making it back by working surprisingly well together—and Maverick had gone straight back to his house to crash. Rooster had done the same; adrenaline, shock, and exhaustion flooding his veins in a vicious storm, but he hadn’t been able to sleep, because he was still keyed up about something else.
Maverick.
He no longer hated the man, or felt inordinately angry at him, but he hadn’t fully forgiven him.
The actions of pulling his papers, fine he got that Maverick thought he was protecting him, but he didn’t forgive the time together they’d missed out on because of his selfish act, and refusal to communicate properly.
And so he was here to talk it out—or do something, though he had no idea what—to make sure Maverick knew he wasn’t going to be able to get away with shit like that again.
There was no answer to his call, so Rooster padded up the stairs towards the other man’s bedroom. “Mav?”
He pushed open the door, and came to a stop when he saw Maverick sprawled out on his bed—naked and on his belly—with the bed sheets near enough on the floor. But the sight of the other man wasn’t what stopped him. No, it was the sweet strawberry scent that was coming from him that could only mean the older man was going into heat.
I fucking knew it.
Everyone was convinced Maverick was an Alpha—one a few inches shorter than most Alphas, but the attitude, fearlessness, and refusal to back down backed up their assumptions. The Navy had very few Omegas in its ranks, and back in the 80s when Maverick had joined, they hadn’t been allowed at all; so Rooster knows why Maverick had hidden behind suppressants, scent blockers and a lot of bullshit posturing, but Rooster had always known there was something different about the older man.
Whenever they’d hugged—back before things had turned to shit—there had just been a hint of something that smelt like comfort (and strawberries he realised now), a softness to Maverick’s sharp edges, and a slight tilt of his head into Rooster’s neck that suggested he wasn’t the Alpha that everyone believed him to be.
The fact that there was the shine of slick between the cheeks of his round, bubble butt only confirmed it.
Rooster pushed away from the doorway and inhaled deeply. Fuck he smelt so good. He could feel himself hardening in his boxers, the urge to knot him—knot Maverick—was making him dizzy.
“Mav? You awake?” He asked, wandering around to look at where Maverick’s face was smooshed against the pillows. His mouth was slack with sleep and his face was smooth with relaxation. He was out cold. Rooster wasn’t surprised. If the aftereffects of the mission were strong enough to bring on a heat—because he had no doubt that this wasn’t planned—then the Omega was going to be out for a while.
He stroked back a loose strand of hair that fell over Maverick’s forehead, and breathed in more of that addictive scent. He’d come here to talk and make sure Maverick knew he was never going to get away with separating them again, but maybe they didn’t need to talk.
Maybe Rooster just needed to show him who was in charge.
He trailed his fingers down over Maverick’s cheek, and down the slope of his neck to rub the area where he knew his bite mark would look perfect against the sun-kissed bronze of Maverick’s skin.
Yes, they couldn’t be separated if Rooster bound them together.
He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Maverick’s slightly parted mouth, and then stripped off his own clothes. His cock hung heavy and hard in between his legs; the urge to knot and fill Maverick with his come making his balls ache.
Climbing on the bed he stretched out at Maverick’s side, and stroked down the length of his spine. He traced nonsense patterns over the dimples just above the swell of his ass, and then kneaded at his ass cheeks. He moved Maverick’s legs so they were spread a bit more, and his tight, pink hole was visible—the strawberry scent even stronger now, as the Omega knew subconsciously that a strong, virile Alpha was nearby even if Maverick was still unconscious—glistening with mouth-watering slick.
Rooster circled the puckered hole, gathering the sweet-smelling arousal on his fingers, and then pressed in with one finger.
Maverick’s hole gave way so easily it made Rooster’s head spin. It was like hot velvet inside him, and Rooster couldn’t wait to have it surround his cock. He listened to see if Maverick had woken up, but his breaths were still those soft, little snores; his body relaxed in sleep. Rooster let out a rumbling purr as Maverick’s rim went soft and pliant beneath the press of two fingers; like he was so needy and desperate to be filled, his body was putting up no resistance to Rooster’s touch.
Like, he wanted everything Rooster had to give.
The ring of muscle fluttered around his fingers as he crooked them and rubbed Maverick’s prostate; more slick dripping out of him and down over Maverick’s balls and his inner thighs. Rooster loved how messy he was getting; each press of his fingers—three now, because Maverick’s pretty, little hole was so greedy—making obscene squelching noises, his Omega sluttiness unable to be ignored or denied, regardless of whether Maverick was awake or not.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, Mav.” Rooster breathed, pumping his fingers to stretch his hole; watching the Omega rock his hips to try and get friction on his cock in his sleep. “You’re gonna look so good split open on my cock.”
He pulled his fingers out, because he couldn’t spend another second with his cock not deep in his ass, and turned Maverick onto his side. Pulling the Omega’s leg back so it curled around his hip, Rooster lined the plump head of his cock against Maverick’s empty hole, and pushed in until the jut of his hips pressed against the meat of Maverick’s ass.
Maverick let out a small whimper—no doubt at the sudden feeling of fullness—but he didn’t wake up.
Rooster gripped his hip in one hand, and threaded his other arm under Maverick’s neck to bring his hand up and collar his throat. Tucking his face into the crook of his neck—breathing in that sweet scent, and keeping his mouth near where he wanted to bite—he began rocking his hips back and forward; fucking into the Omega’s tight heat.
It felt so fucking good, like Maverick was sucking him in eagerly with every thrust of his hips, that Rooster knew he was never giving this up. Never going to let someone else have this.
He heard a moan and felt the bob of Maverick’s throat under his palm as he swallowed, so he wasn’t surprised when the Omega spoke. He didn’t stop fucking him though.
“B—Bradley?”
The Alpha in him purred in satisfaction at the fact that even when he was fuzzy-brained from his heat (although it wasn’t full blown yet), and exhaustion, that Maverick knew it was him stuffing him full with his cock.
“W—What—fuck—” Maverick moaned as Rooster fucked him at just the right angle to absolutely wreck his prostate. “—what are you doing?”
Rooster pressed a soft kiss to the side of Maverick’s sweat-slick neck; the tender gesture at odds with the almost brutal, possessive thrust of his hips. “Well I came over to talk, and found you all naked and sweet smelling.” He moved the hand that had been digging bruises in Maverick’s hip to his cock and ran his thumb over the leaking tip. “Tut tut, keeping it a secret that you were an Omega, Mav.”
“No one’s ever—fuck, why are you so big?—no one’s ever known.” Maverick practically sobbed into the pillows. His wet hole wasn’t the only thing about the Omega that was all soft and pliant; the older man wasn’t putting up any fight against Rooster fucking him. His heat was getting stronger much faster than normal due to how long they’d been suppressed, and Rooster was using it to his advantage.
He stroked Maverick’s cock in time with his thrusts, and dragged his tongue over his salty skin. “Not even my dad?” His deep voice rumbled through his chest, making Maverick shiver as he pushed back on the hard length of his fat cock.
“N—No. No one.”
“Lucky me.” Rooster smirked, running his nail along Maverick’s dripping slit and revelling in the pre-cum that just gushed out of him.
“Why are you doing this, Bradley?” Maverick panted out, his mouth and brain trying to rebel against the needy, slutty actions of his body’s innate desire to be knotted and bred.
“Because I haven’t forgiven you for pulling my papers and pushing me away.” Rooster scraped his teeth over the area he wanted to mark, and preened feeling the tight clench of Maverick’s hole. “I haven’t forgiven you for all the time together we missed out on. And because you smelled so fucking sweet, and looked so fucking gorgeous, sprawled out naked with your hole all wet and slick, you were just begging to be stuffed full of my cock.”
“Oh, god.”
“You can’t deny it. You’ve been suppressing heats for decades, and yet you spend one mission alone with me—all up close and together in that cockpit after we saved each other’s lives—and then you go into heat. You gave me a key to your place, and told me to come by anytime, and then you fall asleep naked and exposed.” He nipped and tugged on Maverick’s earlobe. “Tell me you don’t want this, Mav. Tell me you weren’t dying to be my Omega.”
“I—” Maverick let out a strangled sob, but no fully formed words escaped his pretty mouth.
“Exactly. You’re mine, Maverick. And I’m going to make sure you can never try and push me away again.”
He fucked into Maverick’s ass with a particularly forceful thrust of his hips, and gave his cock a rough stroke. Maverick fell over the edge and came, spurting hot and wet over Rooster’s fist and his own belly.
Rooster shoved his knot into the fluttering hole, and growled as it started to swell locking them in place. As Maverick keened and wailed at the stretch, and tried to weakly escape because he knew what was going to happen, Rooster squeezed his throat until the Omega went boneless and then bit down on the curve of his neck.
Maverick gasped and clenched down hard around Rooster’s knot—milking him as he fucked him full of come—as Rooster’s teeth bit down hard until blood filled his mouth, and he could feel their bond snap into place.
He could feel Maverick’s panic from the other end mixed in with arousal from his heat, and shame from how much he loved being filled by his dead best friend’s son. Rooster dragged his tongue over the bite mark, encouraging it to scar, even as he admired the way the bright red of Maverick’s blood stained his skin and dripped onto the sheets below.
“I feel more forgiving already.” He chuckled lowly; pushing his knot in that little bit further and delighting in the pained moan the pushed its way out of Maverick’s throat.
“Good job we’re on leave for the foreseeable future. Have a feeling this heat of yours is gonna last a while, Mav. Can’t wait to see you all fucked-stupid and leaking my come because there’s no more room inside you for it.”
“Fuck.” Maverick sighed, pressing his face into the pillows. “Don’t know why you said you did this to keep me close and for longer, when you’re clearly going to kill me with your cock.”
Rooster smirked and turned Maverick’s face around so he could kiss him softly. The Omega opened his mouth eagerly and let himself be devoured. The endorphins and hormones from his heat and the bonding making him more compliant and suggestible to Rooster as his Alpha.
“Shut up, Mav. Just go back to moaning on my cock like a good Omega whore.” Rooster squeezed Maverick’s cock—that was already hard again—and rolled his hips, keeping him stuffed full.
Maverick moaned in pleasure, just like Rooster told him too.
Fuck knows why he thought they should talk things out, when this was clearly the better way to deal with things.
Maverick was no longer going to be able to leave him, and he’d just guaranteed himself a deliciously tight hole to fuck whenever he wanted to; all wrapped up in a gorgeous package that smelt of strawberries.
(And who knows, if he fills him with enough come during his heat, he might be able to knock him up too).
He was glad they had both made it out of that mission alive.
Revenge had never tasted, smelt, or felt so good.