Chapter 1

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing that Ilya was an over observant person. Coming to North America as a teen, all alone, and barely presented, it's a skill he felt he needed to obtain. It came with watching others' micro expressions, whether it be them trying not to laugh at his horrible English at the time, or the way the senior alphas would subtly eye him the first couple of weeks of uni and the rink. Now, as an adult he'd admit that he has definitely mastered the art of figuring out what people wanted and expected of him, whether it be coworker, friend, stranger or boyfriend. Especially if it's his boyfriend. Well sort of. Ilya has been involved with Shane since their first semester of uni, something casual, he told himself it wasn't that serious. Cue him now, frat president and captain of their universities hockey team, folding Shane's laundry that had just finished its drying cycle. It never really was casual. Back to the point at hand. Shane has always been a rather… unique omega. Whether that be his eating habits (Ilya argues he eats like a bird, and of someone of his height should eat way more for his weight, but he digresses), his personal habits of folding his clothes before sex, or his more omegan qualities like never allowing Ilya to enter their nest if he hasn't showered before hand. Shane is a unique individual all together, and Ilya wouldn't have it any other way. There is one certain trait that routinely pisses Ilya off constantly and it feels ever constant. Shane is horrible at communication. Well Ilya has no room to argue, what with the admittance of their relationship being an absolute shitshow when they were moving from casual, to situationship, to a real relationship. (Ilya remembers the way the omega's face turned neutral, or as neutral as Shane could get it, when Ilya mentioned they weren’t serious, that Ilya had loads of options of people to fuck with. He remembers the way Shane's big doe eyes turned glassy, the way he held back his tears and simply nodded at Ilya's rather passive tone. He also remembers the absolute wreck Ilya became when he found out Shane started seeing an alpha coworker from the little yoga studio he worked at. He embarrassingly recalls the way he forced his teammates into the most brutal of practice matches of their season. He remembers Cliff and Victor throwing fits, sobbing as he had them skate lap after lap around the rink, unbothered by the harsh training he implemented. He also remembers when Shane took him back how lively the team became again, the whispered “Jane took him back, thank god!” in the locker room did not go unnoticed) That being said, both aren't the best for confrontation and communication with each other, but after the incident, Ilya believes he's at least gotten better at telling Shane what he needs and what he wants in their relationship. Shane is still as squirrely about it as he has ever been. Not just that, Shane's anxiety seems to make that habit of squirreling his thoughts away that much worse. Ilya also understands that Shane just won't complain about anything because growing up the opportunity never occurred for him. The alpha remembers late night study sessions in the alpha’s dorm that would turn into sessions of expressing these negative thoughts to one another. It felt like their own small pocket of the universe, where it was quiet and only the two of them, and just dark enough where it let two barely nineteen year olds be a little brave. Shane said the option to complain was something he never did because it felt that he was disappointing people. When he was given a choice it never felt like freedom or the ability to choose, it felt like a trap, and Shane felt every bit like a cornered animal, afraid that one of those choices would lead to the wrong answer. It's why Ilya usually asks yes or no questions when it comes to picking anything, never letting Shane fully choose his own path. At times, it does frustrate Ilya, that his omega has been so conditioned it pains him to make a simple decision. Ilya never blames him for it, never teases, but he wishes for the day Shane is able to clearly say I want. As of now, Ilya has gotten pretty good at being able to tell what Shane needs and expects from him. But there are some times that Ilya is left in the complete dark and is forced to guess his way out of the situation before he can confront Shane about it. Like now. Shane has been acting weird. Very weird. Even for him. It's officially summer break, which puts Shane at the frat house, until they're both forced to go back to campus in August to prepare for their fall semester. It's June now. And Shane has been rather fidgety about something, specifically their clothes. Well that's not correct, he's been weird about Ilya's clothes. The omega had greeted him when he stepped into their shared room, and once he received his welcome home kiss, Shane immediately attacked his duffle bag with his dirty clothes and equipment. With relative ease, Shane had been the first of the two, to be done with the semester. His exams finished with little to no strain, and the omega dorms would hardly miss him, as he practically moved into Ilya's spacious room with no roommate whatsoever. Ilya however took a bit more time to tie up loose ends with his team for the summer, and deal with his heavy coursework finally coming to a close. As he entered the room, duffle in hand Ilya half expected for the clothes to be added to the nest, their nest, filled with a majority of Ilya's clothes he doesn't really wear anymore (he isn't allowed to anymore because that would ruin the nest, Shane tells him.). What instead happens is Shane drags his duffle out of the room and into the frats communal laundry room and practically forces all his clothes into the relatively big washer. Ilya stares. “Kotenok, what are you doing?” Ilya asks as he follows helplessly. “What does it look like? I'm washing your clothes before you let them stay in your bag all break.” Shane quips back, kneeling and digging out every article of clothing, not even bringing it to his nose to get a quick whiff of his boyfriend's heady scent. Ilya blinks, “I understand that, I meant why are you washing it? You don't want to put them in the nest?” Shane gives a small shrug, not looking Ilya in the eye as he puts his three jerseys in the wash. “They stink.” The alpha short circuits. He stinks? Stinks of what? Shane has never thought that, no one has actually. If anything for an alpha he smells quite good, the heavy smell of dark cocoa and a hint of cinnamon. Not the most alpha smelling but he knows for sure it does not stink. Ilya lets out a disbelieving laugh, and practically drops to his knees with Shane, and reaches for his thick biceps, forcing the omega to stop and look at him, “Shanya, sweetheart, what do you mean I stink? You say you love how I smell!” Shane gives him a deadpan stare, “Yeah you smell really good, just not today, not to me at least.” And just because he can, Shane wrinkles his pert little nose in disgust. “You should shower too, it smells like it's on your skin too, not just your clothes.” Ilya lets out a pitiful whine, and drops his head between them, defeated. “Ilya go please.” Shane says, “It's giving me a headache.” The alpha looks up and with pleading puppy eyes that absolutely do not work on his omega, he shamefully gets up and walks to their en suite bathroom. He turns on the water to an icy cold, and strips, before jumping in and soaking his whole body. He uses the products that are Shane’s, hoping it will please his boyfriend enough for him to not receive the cold shoulder and allow him into their nest. When he steps out, towel drying his curls, another towel wrapped loosely around his waist, he spots black hair sticking up in their nest and a lone calf thrown over a large pillow he perks up. He makes his way over and gives a rumbling chuff from deep in his chest, asking his omega if he's allowed to enter the nest. Ilya is practically dragged into the soft nest, head first and that's that, both towels forget on the floor. Shane will have a lot to say about those in the morning, blaming Ilya for his carelessness. Even if it was Shane's fault, the alpha already plans to take responsibility for it. He doesn't think about Shane's strange reaction to his scent. Isn't able to really, considering the moment he's in their nest, Shane's practically ripping into his throat, fat ass sat completely on top of Ilya’s very naked very hard dick. And no one can really blame him for it.

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The next strange thing to happen is Shane's obsession with fish for their diet. Specifically salmon. Food has always been a sensitive subject with Shane, which is why Ilya very rarely makes a joke about it. He's still unsure if the disordered way he eats is because of his insecurities with his physical image or something else entirely. Either way Ilya has to fight tooth and nail most days to get Shane to eat other things that are not his meal prep; brown rice, bland chicken, and kale smoothies. So color the alpha surprised when Shane willingly pulls out a fat cut of salmon from the oven, cooked to a soft golden brown, and Ilya can already tell it's going to have the best crunch to it. “What's the occasion, moya lyubov?” Ilya asks from the kitchen counter, reaching up for the plates he knows Shane had organized into their cabinets. It's a slow day, late enough where it's not too hot and the rest of the frat house are either in their rooms or terrorizing the nearby club scene to not come into the kitchen in search of cheap snacks just yet. Shane gives a small shrug, “I wanted to do something different.” he turns and gives Ilya a small smile, "You're on off season, you and the guys deserve a little treat every now and then, right?” Ilya feels the blood rush to his cock at the innocent statement, and smirks back, “I can think of another treat that tastes even better than fish, milyy.” Ilya is properly chastised, smacked on his bare chest. They share a quick laugh before Ilya hands over two paper plates, and Shane quickly serves them. They share their meal in quiet conversation and soft companionship, Ilya watching gleefully every time Shane takes another bite of their meal. Once noise starts to filter from the entrance of the house, they leave the rest of the pan of cooked fish on the stove, and head upstairs. Once they're in the comfort of Ilya's room, Shane yanks off the centaurs hoodie he stole from his alpha’s closet, leaving him in Ilya's baggy shirts and tiny shorts that barely cover Shane's ass. As they settle into their nest, Ilya puts on a random movie from their Netflix account they share with the Pikes (read: Ilya bullied the information from Hayden). It's a quiet night, as quiet as it could be with loud frat boys just passing the door. And when Shane serves himself salmon for lunch and dinner the next day Ilya doesn't think anything of it, Shane had made an entire pan (Ilya practically chewing out the guys for not even touching the food his precious omega made for everyone to share, Nick and Troy trying to hide their smiles, and Young and Haas nod in that rookie fashion everyone finds endearing). It becomes a question that goes unasked that every chance Shane gets he orders salmon. Ilya curiously looks on as Shane orders it and sees the way the omega gives a big sigh, before taking a bite and eats the entire platter of salmon. It goes on for a few days, Ilya would take notice but would not ask, its not like Shane eats it everyday, but it's interesting enough to Ilya simply because this is not normal for the omega, Shane has eaten close to the same meal since they started dating and while it pains Ilya to know his omega doesn't really enjoy it, simply performs the task, he at least knows Shane gets a happy feeling at the fact that it's simply routine. The next time it happens, they're at the closest grocery store to campus, and are in charge of getting groceries for the house. Bood made a sly comment about forcing their only omega to pick up the groceries, chastising the other boys for simply going along with it, but Shane took it in stride. If Ilyas being honest, Shane probably prefers it, he's able to pick his own food, and not having to settle or passive aggressively complain to Ilya about how they didn't get the right snacks he had requested. The blonde didn't particularly care all too much; he just wanted to be with Shane as sappy as that was. So here he was, idly pushing the shopping cart, following Shane who holds a small notepad with his crisp clean script written on it. They have basically gotten everything on the list at that point, even a couple snacks Ilya has managed to sneak in when Shane wasn't looking. The last couple of things they need are their choice meats and hopefully a pint of ice cream. They go for the meat first. Shane goes up against the freezers and begins to look for the best cuts, doe eyes wide and sharp as he scans each packet with tight precision. Ilya idly pulls out his phone, scrolling through Twitter before he switches to Instagram, glancing up every now and then, to keep an eye on where Shane has scurried off to. He likes a funny tweet about some bird he doesn’t know the name of, before he glances up again, spotting Shane staring at the rather large packets of fish. Particularly the red slices of salmon. Ilya feels like it's finally time to put an end to the insane fish obsession that has taken over his omega's brain. Maybe not completely stop it, Ilya rather likes the way Shane prepares the fish, but maybe slow down and allow another meat group to be on their menu. Mercury poison is real and with the way Shane has been scarfing down slice after slice, it's best to quit while they're ahead as the saying goes. Plus, he's heard one of the guys starting to whine that they're eating fish so frequently (especially because Shane keeps making portions big enough to feed an army). “Shanya,” Ilya starts, as he pushes the cart until it's right next to the omega, Ilya standing right behind him, “Maybe let's cut back on the fish for a while, hmm?” Shane doesn't respond, not at first, before he turns with a packet in hand, eyes wide and shining. “What? Why?” He asks as he goes to put it in the basket of their cart. “I like fish, it's good for you.” “I know that milyy.” The alpha says, as he goes to take out the packet, “But you have been eating this for a while now. What if you get sick? Too much fish, you know?” Shane looks at him, nose wrinkling in annoyance as he sees his alpha putting it back on the shelf. “No, it's fine, Ilya!” The omega goes to grab it back and while Ilya isn't that much taller, being a whole ten centimeters is better than nothing, as Ilya raises it above the omega's head. “Ilya don't be an ass, put it back in the cart,” Shane grumbles, as he goes to cross his arms, trying not to just jump and snatch the packet of salmon from the taller man's hands. “Milyy, please?” Ilya pouts, bottom lip sticking out and widening his eyes, surely the pathetic puppy look will do something. It in fact does absolutely nothing as the son of Yuna Hollander stares back at him, unimpressed and unmoved, hand outstretched to receive the packet. Ilya sighs and against his best wishes hands the meat back to his omega. He should have known that wouldn't have worked, out of the both of them, Shane is the one with the pathetic puppy eyes and Ilya is conditioned to fold every time, lest he sees an unhappy omega.

And so they leave with another packet of fish but at least Ilya has convinced Shane not to eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner all in one day, moderation is important after all. And hey, if Shane gets him to back off his eating habits by sucking the life out of him through his dick, that's between him and God.

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It finally starts to make a bit of sense when during one of the summer nights, Ilya tells Shane that the team wants to go clubbing, and while the alpha isn't as wild as he was in their first year, Ilya thinks it'll be fun, even for just a few hours. Shane tilts his head in thought, book in hand tucked in their bed already. “You can go,” Shane says, as he turns back to his book, “Just try not to get wasted, I really don't want to go out right now.” Ilya hums, and before he asks if Shane would like to join, he lets the thought slip by, knowing that the omega laying in bed with Ilya’s Centaurs hoodie, will say no. So he rushes to his closet to grab an outfit, showers, and prims himself to perfection. When he comes out, showered and dressed in tight black clothing, curls slicked back, he makes his way to Shane for the final once over of his look. “What do you think milyy?” Shane hums, and pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge before he takes Ilya in. Tall and broad, with a black sheer button up that left little to no imagination, and tight black jeans, thick muscular thighs on full display. Ilya could practically smell Shane's arousal. “You like?” He smirked. Shane made an obvious drag of his eyes down Ilya's form, before licking his lips enticingly and gave a small nod. Ilya smiled as Shane reached out a hand, softly cupping his face, bringing him down for a soft kiss. Ilya hummed as he softly pulled back, knocking their foreheads together. “I will take that as a yes.” Shane huffed a laugh before he pulled away, just a tad bit further, and buried his face into Ilya's vulnerable neck. With little to no warning Shane gave the juncture where neck met shoulder a deep imprint of his omega fangs, right next to Ilya's scent gland. With a yelp Ilya pulled back, standing to his full height, hand clamping quickly on top of the bite, staring at Shane with wide eyes, pupils growing bigger by the second. “Just so no one gets any ideas,” Shane teases, running his pink tongue over his short but sharp omega fangs. The blonde gives a rough groan, as he kneels in front of Shane, big hands making their way onto Shane's soft waist. “Maybe I stay inside then, yes?” Ilya rumbles, one hand moving down to squeeze a plush hip, the other moving upwards and cupping Shane's freckled cheek, “You can show me exactly who I belong to, da?” Shane sighed and gave a secretive smile, “When you come home. Go have fun with your friends.” “How can I when I know you are dripping, milyy?” Shane's smile widens, “Think of it as a teaser for later tonight.” Ilya groans, already thinking of how he'll have Shane splayed out on their bed, wet cunt speared open on his fat knot. Ilya shudders just thinking about it. He gives one final kiss to Shane's cheek and with a heated, I love you, milyy he drags himself out of their shared room to meet everyone downstairs. He hears chirps from all sides and gives a laugh, hands up in the air in defense, “Yes, yes your captain is very hot, we do not need to point out the obvious.” Dykstra laughed, clapping his shoulder with a big hand, “Shut the hell up Roz!” Barrett nodded, pregame red cup in hand, “Surprised Holly let the leash loose.” Ilya laughed, “Mm my omega is resting now, says I have free reign to terrorize the public.” “Jesus why do we have to suffer!” “Well it's not like we'd really be suffering,” Marleau says, “We'll definitely get a good laugh out of this clown.” “And that is why Shane let me free,” the alpha chirps, “He knew all of you would be too boring to bring the fun!” He's booed out of his own home by the team as they all make their way out of the frat house, walking and cheering as they make their way to the first bar of the night. The moment they hit the first spot Ilya and Bood are in charge of the drinks, barely allowing some of the rookies to have their own drinks as Hayes and Barrett wrangle the rest of the guys to an empty booth. As they wait for the majority of the drinks, Ilya has managed to squeeze one vodka shot down from the busy bartender before he's grabbing his very full tray, and making his way to the others, dramatically mimicking the walk of a waiter. The boys cheer as the first round is bought by the captain and alternate, glasses clanking, and cheers being let out. Everyone's having a good time, their small little pack separated with some of the guys out on the dance floor, trying to find someone to leave home with, while others still stay at the booth drinking and laughing the night away. Ilya sits, drinking water in between his 4 shots as his eyes drift around the bar, lightly keeping track of everyone, team captain always alert. He barely hears the story Bood is talking about, something about another team's defensemen.

“-and I guess she trapped him in it or something!” He exclaims, beer lightly sloshing around his cup. Hayes gives a whistle, “Thats fucking crazy, but I mean what can you really do when you’re already involved in that, especially since were still in uni!” He's probably the most sober, drinking nothing but club sodas. “What are you guys talking about?” Ilya says, barely taking his eyes off Haas dancing with a girl on the dance floor. “One of the guys from Toronto got baby-trapped by an omega he's been screwing around with.” Bood says with a laugh. “Serves him right! Fucking asholes been messing around with omegas and betas since the semester started.” Ilya pauses, and runs the words through his head, not sure if hes confused because of the alcohol or because the English language is just so fucking stupid. “What the fuck is that? Baby trapping? You get a baby stuck somewhere?” Hayes laughs, loud and bright as Barrett goes to answer, completely cuddled up against Harris, “Nah dude it's like, you're forced into coparenting the kid, the kid is what keeps you guys together, even if you don't like each other. You do it for the kid.” Ilya gives a confused hum, switching from person to person to see if someone can explain. “Hayes continues, “Like when omegas poke holes in the condoms! And just sabotage you guys’ to have a baby.” Ilya ohhhs in understanding, and outright laughs with everyone, “Thats fucking insane!” “Better watch your back Roz,” Cliff says into his beer cup, “Even with Hollander practically in your den already, you're the most likely this could happen to.” Troy laughs, “Can you imagine that even happening? I think Shane might kill someone.” “No, I think Shane might kill Ilya if that ever happened!” Bood says. And the night continues with trading stories about crazy omegas and betas who would do anything to keep a hockey player alpha around. And Ilya laughs because it sounds so outrageous, and thinks back to his soft omega back at home, probably still reading in their shared room for the summer, boring nature documentary in the background. Because these people who they're joking about are clinically insane, and while Shane may need to do things in a particular manner, he highly doubts he would do something so insane as force them to have a baby together. As the night comes to a close, and Ilya is for the most part, sober, and ready to go home, he replays his thoughts once more, about Shane, and pups. The idea that Cliff threw out in the beginning of the night, doesn't suit him. Getting someone pregnant at all had never appealed to the alpha. He didn't fear it, Ilya just didn't necessarily care too much about pups to that degree. While the idea and form of conception is outlandish at best, the idea of a small pup with Shane's eyes and freckles and Ilya's curly locks sounds so appealing he's wondering if he should just bring it up in general. Shane's heat is bound to hit in the middle of July, and if he could convince his boyfriend to forgo condoms, it might just be plausible. Then the idea of Shane pregnant has him nearly popping a knot right there in the club, with how mouth watering the idea sounds. Shane's belly growing fat with child, his chest filling out with milk meant for their growing pup. Even just the thought of swollen ankles has Ilya almost taking out his cock, practically popping a knot into his worn jeans. From there he decides to call it a night, a crime really to have such a beautiful omega, waiting at home, and hes out at their third bar fucking around. He slides from the barstool he's sitting on, letting Hayes know he's leaving, “Well this has been fun, but unlike you idiots, I have the sexiest omega ever waiting for me at home.” Wyatt snorts into his club soda, "I'll make sure I tell Lisa you said that. But whatever, go ditch us and get your dick wet, I guess." Ilya smirks, finishing his lukewarm water and leaving the cup on the bar's counter, “You bet I will, Shane’s usually game for it all the time.” The beta pulls a face, “I love Holly but I do not need details on what he gets up to with our resident ex-whore.” Ilya laughs, loud and bright and gives a final pat on the shoulder before he vanishes from the bar all together, beginning the long walk to their school's campus. He doesn't send a text to Shane that he was heading home, but then again, it's close to three in the morning, Shane's probably fast asleep in bed already. When he finally arrives home to the frat house, it's eerily silent. The door is locked just as they left it, seeing as the only person staying in was the president's omega. He grabs his keys and jams them into the lock, twisting the doorknob the faithful creaking of the door hinges announcing his arrival. When he goes to open the door he's surprised to see a faint warm light flickering from the upstairs bedrooms. Maybe Shane had fallen asleep with the TV on, it wouldn't be the first time. He doesn't call out to Shane, just in case the omega really is asleep somewhere, and goes upstairs to get ready for bed and turn off the light. At least he tries to. The alpha slowly makes his way upstairs, being careful with their creaking floorboards. When he gets to the rooms, he realizes the light really is coming from his room, probably hinting that Shane really did fall asleep with it on. When he makes his way towards his room, he notices the door opened just a crack, and through it he can see Shane is still where Ilya left him on their bed. Awake. This isn't Shane's usual routine, Ilya knows because he has spent enough nights to know Shane is out by eleven at night, leaving Ilya to his own devices, which usually means playing phone games until the middle of the night. As of now, Ilya notes Shane is wide awake, still in his hoodie with what looks like all the contents of the drawer from the nightstand right next to Ilya's side of the bed. Ilya might have put it off as a little out of their norm (sometimes Shane couldn't sleep until Ilya snuck himself into the omega dorms, or when Ilya would croon in Russian over the phone during away games) until he saw a familiar grey foiled square in his hand. Ilya held his breath, because honestly? What the hell was Shane doing with those? He heard the omega hum a little tune before he saw what was in his other hand. If he wasn't at the angle he was now, he doubts he'd be able to see the small glint of a shine it gave off when the light bounced off it. In Shane's hand was a needle, small and practically unassuming in nature. Except all Ilya can think of is the comments the guys had been making all night, crazy, lethal omegas doing practically anything to get pregnant. And here Shane sits, humming a random note, voice cooing out of his beautiful slender throat, stabbing small holes into the condom packets they keep in the side drawer of their bed, and it feels like the puzzle pieces fall into place.

One by one all of Shane's rather strange quirks he somehow developed over the couple of weeks during their break has begun to frame the prettiest picture. The way the nests have been constantly redone over and over since he has begun his stay, his sense of smell getting more sensitive, hell, Ilya can probably fault the weird fish intake as part of this too. Let alone the constant amount of sex they've been having. They have always been extremely sexually active, probably more than an alpha-omega pair should be really, but once Shane had finished his exams, he has been climbing Ilya like a goddamn tree. Constantly wet and dripping, and constantly whining about needing to be filled. And then the mixed signals this minx has been sending, whining and crying, nooo Ilya, you need to wear a condom! Bull fucking shit. Shane wants to get pregnant, but won’t say. Shane wants Ilya to get him pregnant but won’t say. Well, Ilya is practically known for always giving Shane exactly what he wants, and who is he to deny his omega of anything, even something as insane as this. And really, it is insane if he tries to think about it, rationally. But Ilya Rozanov has never been a rational alpha, not since he laid eyes on the prettiest patch of freckles right under the biggest set of brown cow eyes. He should be angry about this, Shane wanted to tether them together in such an obscure, permanent way. But he's not, in fact he has never been harder. He thinks he might actually come in his pants, like a stupid pre teen alpha. He won’t though, Shane has made it very clear where he wants the alpha to come. So. Ilya, miraculously still hidden from his omega, backs away from the door, and rushes as quietly as he possibly can back to the front door of the house, and announces himself as loud, as obnoxious, as drunk as he can, “Kotenok! Alpha is home!” He makes his footsteps as loud as possible, forcing himself to wobble back and forth up the stairs, pressing on every creaking step as slowly as he can, to give his omega a chance to hide the ruined condoms he delicately, meticulously, stabbed. He hears Shane let out a curse before he hears the drawer shutter loudly, and then he hears the rustle of sheets on peach soft skin. Shane comes out, hair rumpled, eyes wide open, and a deep blush all over his face enhancing his freckles. He looks caught already. Ilya coos instead, once he's close enough, cupping Shane's face in his giant callous hands, and bringing him in for a messy kiss, “I missed you so much, milyy.” Shane gives a nervous giggle, placing his own hands on top of Ilya’s, “You weren't even gone that long,” “Ah, so my kotenok didn't miss me at all I see.” He pouts dramatically, giving into his cuteness aggression and squishing Shane's cheeks. “I didn't even say that!” “It was implied Hollander, you did not say you missed me too,” Ilya slurs, he doesn't even need to try, he's practically cunt drunk already, his own filthy imagination running millions of scenarios, positions, he can put Shane into, so his seed takes. “You know what you can do for me, and I will forget this tran- trasgnesion?” “Transgression,” Shane corrects sweetly. “Yes, that,” Ilya mumbles, nose already nuzzling into his omega's hair. “You can take off you cute little panties and let me fuck you on our bed.” Shane inhales sharply, pushing at Ilya's broad chest, cheeks even redder, “I do not wear panties, pervert!” The alpha hums, “No, you don't. You do not do this for me because you never let me buy them for you! I send you so many pictures of sexy ones and all you send me is vomit emoji. So cruel, milyy, when I am so nice to you.” Shane has, at this point, let go of Ilya all together, making his way to their shared bed, skimpy shorts already coming off, but the sweater is staying on, because nothing gets Ilya going like seeing his last name spread out across Shane's broad back. “I just want to dress you pretty pussy in cute panties,” Ilya continues to whine, following Shane like an invisible tether is pulling him towards the omega. He bends over swiftly, picking up Shane's dropped shorts and bringing them up to his sharp nose, taking a deep inhale, smelling the omega’s sweet juices. He brings the piece of fabric to his mouth, groaning when his tongue comes into contact with slick. Shane huffs, before he falls forward on the bed, knees already kneeling onto the soft mattress, forearms sliding forward, hoodie pooling into the deep arch of his back, ass in the air, “Is this what you want?” Fuuuckkkk. The perfect mating position for Ilya to just ram his cock into, but he may be pretending to be drunk, he knows as wet as Shane is, foreplay and stretching is still needed. He drops the shorts in an unassuming heap and he heads over and gives his ass a swift smack, causing Shane to deepen his already insane back arch, and give a choked off whimper. “I'm a pervert? When you show off your dripping cunt with the door wide open? Do you want the others to see? Hm? How you get soaked for me?” Ilya says, one hand going to soothe the reddened spot on the fat of his ass, the other trailing his thick fingers through Shane's messy folds. Shane gives a soft moan, hand reaching back, spreading his ass even further, giving Ilya even more access. “Fuck,” Ilya curses, hand snaking further up, giving the omega’s cute clit a soft yank. “You are so sexy, kotenok.” Shane whimpers, “Need you Ilyusha,” he turns his head to face him, brown doe eyes already watering in anticipation, Ilya's cock isn't even out yet. The alpha takes a deep inhale, smelling the sweet slick coming out of the omega, before he gives another firm slap to his ass, pulling away from the tantalizing sight. “Grab a condom, baby.” Ilya orders, as he turns and closes the door, and locks it for good measure, he's not about to give his boys a free show of the hottest piece of ass they've ever seen. The idea pisses him off more than it should. As he turns around he goes and unzips his tight jeans, shoving them low enough, the outline of his bulge on full display. He looks up at the soft noise Shane lets out, dark eyes locked right on Ilya's cock, one finger bitten gently between his teeth. The alpha breathes through his nose as he gives the omega a smirk, “You like?” The omega gives a huff of annoyance, “You know I do,” he lowers his hand, and goes right back to his fat ass, spreading one cheek and showing his winking hole, “Now get in me.” Ilya curses, and gets closer once more, hand absentmindedly reaching for the condom on the bed, as he spreads Shane's other cheek with his empty hand, spitting lewdly right along the omega’s rim. Shane gasps, his hand letting go and attempting to reach the spot instead. The alpha swats his hand away, and goes to spread the omega again, thumb rubbing gently at his little rosebud, condom forgotten for now. Shane whimpers, hand once again going to Ilya’s, “Not there, baby.” Ilya ignores the complaints, spitting once more, and shoves the tip of his thumb in, gently. Shane lets out a loud moan, hips jolting in pleasure, “Not here? You're sucking me in sweetheart.” The omega keens, face lolling to the side, trying to move his hips away from the sensation. Ilya continues for a bit longer, just gently allowing his thumb to softly sink into Shane's hot heat, ignoring the omega’s pleas to move to where he needs it more. Once Ilya has decided the torture has been enough, he takes out his thumb, with a soft pop, and watches his hole wink before he drags his fingers to where Shane is absolutely soaked. “This is where you needed me, huh moya lyubov.” The omega gives a soft twitch of his thick hips, arching backwards towards thick fingers that refuse to breach him properly. The blonde pays no mind, casually rolling the omega over, bringing his knees to a firm bend, socked feet propped at the very edge of the bed, and he kneels, eye level with Shane's fat pussy. The best thing about Shane, physically, is how his body seems to always have this soft layer of fat, something he can't seem to really work off, no matter how much exercise or yoga poses he does. It leaves his muscles deliciously soft and deceptive. It has to be due to his omega genes, keeping him soft and supple, strong arms and thighs, with the softest give in the plush skin, his waist, molding perfectly in between Ilya's big paws, sometimes spilling out when he squeezes too hard. His tits and ass are one of his best features, leaving the omega with a solid set of b cup breasts, that have him coming every time the alpha plays with them too long, and the fattest ass Ilya has ever seen, perfectly round and barely fitting in Shane's jeans. The best thing by far, is the fat slit between his legs. Dusky brown and so soft, if Ilya could, he would live between his omega's legs, nose constantly nestled next to Shane's delicate pearl, tongue disgustingly shoved into his tight hole, and mouth wrapped snug against his outer lips. And Shane knows the obsession Ilya has catered for himself, with the omega's delectable body, so he shouldn't be surprised when Ilya licks a fat stripe from rim to clit, before he absolutely devours his boyfriend’s wet pussy. Shane keens, thighs immediately closing against his boyfriend’s head, one hand already gripping his curls like a life line. And Ilya eats. He licks at the wet hole, leaking copious amounts of slick, before he goes up and sucks on Shane's cute little clit, gently dragging his teeth against it. He feels more than sees thick thighs quiver in pleasure against his head, tightening when he knows he's hit a particular good spot. He continues until he has two fingers buried in Shane's wet heat alongside his tongue, Shane practically screaming, head thrown back, one hand pinching tightly at his left nipple through Ilya’s worn hoodie. As Ilya pulls back for air he shoves one more finger in, before he starts a scissoring motion, his other hand gripped firm against Shane's thigh, as he leans down again and begins leaving rough kisses and bites on the sensitive skin on the inside of the omega's thigh. Shane throws his head back in pleasure, a loud moan ripped from his spit bitten lips. When Ilya glances up from the omega's thighs, he sees brown glassy eyes, staring back, face completely flushed, and drool spilling from slick spit lips. He has never seen anything more beautiful. He curls his fingers inside the omega, veins straining against the strong muscle of his forearm, practically jack hammering his hand into the deepest part of his pussy. Shane flings his head back again, back arching completely off the bed, thighs squeezing tight against Ilya's arm, whining and moans escaping his plush lips, “Baby please!” Shane grunts and trembles from the motion going in and out of his body, pressing deep into that spot that makes him see stars and it doesn't take long before he's screaming Ilya! as he squirts along the other man's hand, forearm and clothed chest, soaking the alpha completely in his spent, along with the wooden floor off the bed. Ilya moans along with him, fingers practically forced out, one hand going back and forth against Shane's sensitive clit, through his squirt, his other hand tight on his dick, stopping himself from popping a knot. Shane may have come but that doesn't mean they're done with their night, Ilya has a job after all. Once his gushing pussy has gotten to a small trickle, winking wide, Ilya takes his hand away from his sensitive area and wipes his wet hand against his jeans, straining against his thick thighs. As Shane breathes heavily, closing his thighs involuntarily, recovering from his orgasm, the alpha goes in search of the condom somewhere on the bed. When he finds it, he gives a crooked grin, as his thumb rubs over the divots Shane created when he smashed the needle in a little too hard. This one is bound to rip. Once in hand he shucks his clothes completely off, gently maneuvers Shane away from the big wet spot forming on the bed, and places him at the center of the bed, ass up. The black hoodie slides forward, up to his shoulders, barely covering Ilya’s name from view. He gives Shane's ass another slap, forcing a mewl out of the omega's soft sweet mouth. As Ilya rips the condom packet open with his teeth, he wraps it around his leaking dick, and smirks to himself when he can already make out the punctured latex, practically ruined before they even begin. “Alpha, in me,” Shane pouts, turning his head to lock eyes with the younger man, one hand sneaking under to play with his wet folds. “Now.” The blonde clicks his tongue in false annoyance, “Patience kotenok, can't have you getting pregnant now can we?” The reaction is instant, Shane's torso drops to the mattress, chest flush against the sheets, and ass hiked up even higher. He can see the way the omega’s wet cunt contracts in anticipation, softly closing around nothing, and practically drooling. Ilyas mouth waters at the sight, but he knows the older will get pissy if the alpha shoves his nose back between those taunting folds. So he lines his dick up instead, and with no warning, sheathes himself into Shane's warm heat, his hips flush against the omega's round ass. Shane whines high and loud, forcing his own hips to push back, one hand reaching towards the sensitive spot where they’re joined, to add even more pressure. “Feel good, pretty?” Ilya growls, pulling his hips back and already seeing the condom break as he shoves back inside, pulling another loud wail from Shane. He doesn't even let Shane answer, starting a brutal pace, his balls hitting the back of the omega’s plush thighs. Shane is long gone, sopping wet pussy squeezing around his cock like a vice. He drools into his pillow letting out the cutest little ah ah ahs as Ilya fucks into him within an inch of his life. And in one particular fast thrust outward, the condom snaps around his length, “Fuck, milyy,” Ilya breathes out harshly, “Fucking you so hard, I broke a condom.” He pulls out to look at the damage and he's right, the condom is barely wrapped around his dick, and he takes it off, throwing it to the side of the bed, before he gets up and goes to the drawer where he knows the other faulty condoms are. Shane turns his head as he follows him, letting out chirps of displeasure, hole empty and his boyfriend doing nothing about it. The alpha yanks open the drawer and grabs a handful before he flops them and himself back on the bed right behind Shane. “Ilya I swear to god, get fucking in me,” Shane hisses out, hands tangled in the hoodie’s sleeves and the wet pillowcase. “I don't care about the condom.” Ilya chuckles, “You say that now moya lyubov, then you will cry and complain I pupped you.” He makes a show of ripping another condom with his teeth, before he grabs the back of Shane's head and shoves him roughly into the pillows, before he rams his cock back inside his weeping cunt, bare. The omega screams, and cries out at the quick and brutal pace Ilya has set. Once he knows the smaller won’t react to the lack of condom, Ilya changes the angle, removing his hand from the back of Shane's neck, to the soft crease where his thigh meets pelvis. He continues to murmur praise in both chopped English and precise Russian, as Shane whines into his pillow, tears and drool dampening the pillow even further. After a couple more thrusts, Ilya feels his knot begin to form, and just to tease, doesn't shove it into Shane's wanting hole, barely allowing the bulge to kiss the rim of his pussy. Shane does not like that. The omega’s whines get louder, hands trying to reach where they are joined, trying to force the knot inside, “Ilya please, please! I n-ah!-need it! Knot me!” He cries. Ilya grabs the omega’s thick waist, yanking him off his cock for less than a second, before he rearranges Shane on his back and shoves his thick cock back into his soft loose heat, knot and all. “Fuck!” The blonde growls as he feels Shane's pussy try to force his squirt out once more, “Take my knot milyy, take my cock like good omega.”

Shane mewls once he comes down from his orgasm, rolling his hips gently, practically humping Ilya's growing knot. “In me alpha, in me, come in me.” It's all it takes before Ilya comes hard, along with his omega once more, both moaning in ecstasy. With Ilya's knot firmly latched onto Shane's sensitive rim, the blond takes his time to catch his breath and catalogues his omegas reaction. He brings his big paws to gently rub up against Shane's trembling thighs, and makes his way towards his trembling waist and tummy. As gently as he can, he leans over and plants a soft kiss to Shane's slack mouth. “Is good, baby?” He murmurs. Shane's eyes are still glassy, still stuck in that floaty headspace when Ilya makes him come more than once. “Mmm.” He mewls. Ilya chuckles, and tightens his grip around his omega's waist just a bit, “Okay, malysh, Im going to flip you so we both comfy, hm? Just until knot goes down.” Ilya waits for a slow nod, before he rotates them onto their side, one of Shane's thick thighs softly thrown over Ilya's hip. He runs his hands up and down the omegas soft back, as he cranks out soft calming pheromones, safelovehappy. They stay like that for a while, even past Ilya's knot deflating, and once his cock slips out, Shane asks for something that would have Ilya hardening once more if he wasn't so tired, “Can I have my plug, Ilya?” The alpha grins before kissing Shane on the nose, and rolling off the bed. When he grabs the box of their toys from under the bed he produces Shane's favorite plug, a soft pink with a jeweled base in the shape of a love heart. He has the omega gently spread his legs, and when he sees come already leaking out, he uses his fingers to gently scoop it up and shoving it back into the alpha’s favorite cunt. Shane gives a soft hiss before Ilya gently nestles the plug into his tight pussy. One firmly in place, Ilya gives it a little tap, forcing it just a bit deeper, before Shane waves his hand away. Shane’s so cockdrunk the alpha highly doubts the omega is even aware of Ilya’s thick seed in him. With this, there's no way Shane will leave with an empty womb, Ilya is sure of it.

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary He pauses as he takes a breath, and lifts his head to make eye contact, “Sometimes I just want Ilya all to myself. Like, obsessively.” He squirms in his seat as he sees Rose and Svetlana make eye contact with one another before Rose sets her own spoon into her empty bowl. “Okay…. I'm confused actually. You guys are literally boyfriends.” Svetlana laughs lightly, “Ilya literally calls you his wife.” The omega turns a soft shade of pink, the warmth in his cheeks causing his freckles to stand out just a bit more. “I know but-”

Chapter Notes

hello everyone!! uhhhh don’t really know what to say except for thank you so much for all the positivity i’ve gotten for the fic 🥺 the kudos and comments mean a whole lot to me <3 ty to everyone who had left so much love towards this fic i hope your pillows are always cool and you all sleep like wonderful princesses 🩵 with that I have a longer note this time because i want to explain LOL my shane diagnosis trigger warnings uhhh that should be it i think? i finished this chapter rather quickly because i was already working on it in between the first chapter. i want to write a bit more (with the pregnancy and eventually with the baby) but the idea of writing college students turning into parents is so 😖 but ill try my best! thank you again for so much positive responses i hope you guys enjoy chapter 2! owo They're eating cute little acai bowls when Shane ruins the soft atmosphere with a question. “Am I a bad person?” Rose looks up from her bowl and Svetlana puts her phone down screen facing down. They both look at him as if he grew a second head. “What do you mean?” “Who said this to you?” Svetlana cuts through, nodding for Shane to continue, with eyes hard as steel, unwavering. Shane goes to scoop more fruit into his spoon, not making eye contact with either girl, as his shoulders inch just an inch upwards towards his ears. He shakes his head, “No one, I just-” He personally doesn't think he's a bad person. He makes sure to always say please and thank you when required, he forces eye contact even though he hates it, and gives a smile, albeit a little awkward, when he senses that he needs to. He does this all to be seen as a polite Canadian boy, the way Ilya likes to say he is. It's just that certain circumstances seem to make him into a completely different person. And regretfully, it also revolves around Ilya. He pauses as he takes a breath, and lifts his head to make eye contact, “Sometimes I just want Ilya all to myself. Like, obsessively.” He squirms in his seat as he sees Rose and Svetlana make eye contact with one another before Rose sets her own spoon into her empty bowl. “Okay…. I'm confused actually. You guys are literally boyfriends.” Svetlana laughs lightly, “Ilya literally calls you his wife.” The omega turns a soft shade of pink, the warmth in his cheeks causing his freckles to stand out just a bit more. “I know but-” Shane brings his spoon back into his mouth, tongue running over the remnants of fruit chunks and the smooth plastic of his spoon. He takes it out once its clean and points with it, for emphasis. “Im not as oblivious as you guys think I am. I notice things. And. I'm noticing a lot of people still trying to approach him like if I'm not there. Like if I’m an afterthought.” It's true, unfortunately. They've been an Alpha-Omega pair for about three years now and Ilya is the exact opposite of subtle when it comes to their relationship. At any unsuspecting person Ilya will just casually (and sometimes unprompted, much to Shane's embarrassment) bring up Shane in any conversation. Shane still doesn't understand if it's some manipulative tactic or he just genuinely loves to talk about Shane. That's a thought to unpack for another day. “Honey, Ilya literally gave you a claiming bite,” The strawberry haired omega says, slowly as if to stop a scared animal from curling in on itself. “He’s given you more than one that's for sure,” Svetlana jests lightly, her soft alpha scent reaching his nose to coax the omega away from a panic attack. It's true though, what his friends have said. Stereotypically people of the modern age don't really follow the ancient traditions of courting that immediately leads to a mating mark on the soft skin of a person's scent glands located on the neck. As of now, most people leave a claiming bite, exactly what it sounds like. An alpha will pierce the scent glands of their chosen mate with their fangs, releasing their own pheromones into their claimed partner. The soft pucker of teeth marks are usually found on the scent glands on the wrist, noticeable and most importantly, not permanent, giving each member of the claim to back out as they please. Ilya had followed this a little too well, much to Shane's embarrassment. He not only took a bite of both of the omega's wrists, but also the four scent glands located on his upper and inner thighs. Ilya quite literally has one of the bite marks from his inner thigh as his phone screen saver. It's the most embarrassing photo Shane has ever seen. It also makes him extremely wet to think about. Shane smells more of Ilya than he does of himself at that point. His sweet marshmallow scent mixes just right with Ilya's dark cocoa scent. And Shane personally thinks that should have been enough to deter other people from even thinking Ilya was still single. (He remembers when he came back to the omega dorms freshly bitten, and freshly fucked, Rose had cornered him. She took one sniff of him and scrunched her face in irritation. “Oh thats just not fucking fair,” She pouted, arms firmly crossed against her chest. “How are your scents this compatible. You literally just smell like fucking hot chocolate with roasted marshmallows!”) The omega shifts his gaze to the side, he pulls his plump lip in between his teeth before he continues, “Yeah, but, people still hit on him.” He fidgets with the strings of Ilya's hoodie, the alpha's name sprawled on large bold letters along his broad back. It's infuriating, and a little demeaning if he's honest with himself, how many times girls and boys of any subgender come up to Ilya with a filthy proposition. Sometimes they're sleazy enough to do it when Shane is right there, Ilya's strong arm wrapped tightly around his thick waist. Shane isn't insecure enough to let it ruin his night when it does happen, but he is insecure enough for it to bother him long past the interaction. It haunts him, really. Because what does Shane really have to offer besides his body and love? And even then, the former isn't something he's particularly proud of. What with his fat thighs and fatter tits. (Ilya seems to love them though. Not a night goes by without some fatty part of his body not having a deep alpha bite mark embedded into the soft skin. He guesses he can live with the body he has until Ilya tires of it.) That's the point though, at least to Shane. Is he really good enough to even be with him? And it is stupid to be asking three years into their relationship, but they graduate soon and once Ilya goes pro (or follows through with his medical degree) where would that leave Shane? The idea of Ilya having so much success isn't the problem, it's the fact that once he realizes he has options, better options, will he see Shane for what he really is? Some omega that barely passes for an omega? It riddles him with so much anxiety and fear it sometimes causes his panic attacks in the night. “Babe, I love you and I don't mean to be mean or condescending but Ilya literally doesn't look at anyone else when you're there,” Rose says as she reaches for his hand, resting her own smaller one on top of his. Svetlana glances at him, “It's something else isn't it?” Shane squirms under their shared gaze. “Shanya.” And oh okay, Sveta only calls him that when he's spiraling a little too far for either of them to reach. He takes a deep breath (a couple actually) and gives Rose's hand a small squeeze. “I just worry that he won't want me with the same intensity. With so many people still after him,” The omega mumbles. “I feel bad that I want to lock him at home so they'll leave him alone.” The girls give twin sighs, and the alpha collects herself before she speaks, “Shane, that idiot would pop a boner if you ever did that.” “Lana!” Shane squeaks, absolutely scandalized. Rose gives a giggle before she drags her chair closer to his, so they're right next to each other, and she places their intertwined hands on his thigh, “Oh definitely, Shane, Im pretty sure if you act even a smidge like a feral omega, Ilya would propose on the spot.” Shane blushes, “But doesn't that make me a bad person? For wanting something like that? I'm not even taking Ilya's feelings into consideration.”

It’s a tough line to walk, because as far as Shanes concerned, he knows Ilya practically salivates at the mouth with every fuck off he receives from Shane. His alpha loves when he's defiant and bratty, it makes the sex ten times as filthy between them. Sveta gives a small huff of laughter as she rolls her eyes, “Ilyusha would be happy with anything, fuck, you could baby trap him and he’d get on his knees for you. That boy loves you.” Shane's ears perk at that, "What's that?” And it's a testament to their long time friendship that Rose doesn't even give him a look as Sveta explains, “It's when ‘unruly’ omegas trap their partner into having a child with them. Well, now it's anyone with a womb really.” Shane's eyes widen in shock, and something in his chest churns in interest. He exclaims how crazy that is and he glances at Rose for support. She looks at him with a knowing eye, basically saying they'll be having a long chat back at the dorms, but nothing else is said. They finish their meal and wave goodbye to Sveta as she runs to her next lecture.

And that's that.

Except it's not.

The moment Shane reaches his dorm room, Rose bullies her way right behind him, “Oh no you don't, sicko. We're talking about this.” Shane whimpers, “I didn't even do anything! What are you even talking about!” She sits in the other omega's desk chair and twirls to face him, one manicured nail pointing right at him, “What was that at lunch?” Shane doesn't say anything. He brings his hands up towards his chest, and shoulders rising, making himself impossibly small, “I don't know what you're talking about.” Rose hums, giving into the urge and spins in the chair, “So you don't want to get pregnant with Ilya's fat Russian baby then?” The taller omega turns an atrocious shade of tomato red, “Rose, what the fuck.” She shrugs, stopping her spinning and facing her best friend head on. “I know you Shane Hollander, don’t forget I've known you since high school. Now spill it.” Shane makes a keening noise in the back of his throat, wringing his hands, “It's crazy, right? I mean I'd be no different from those girls that constantly flirt with him.” “Shane, you're dating him. That's different.” “I want to,” He blurts out, full on panicking, “I want to have his baby, I mean.” And he does. Maybe not now, but he doesn't have anything going for him besides his degree, and his thesis. But once he's an ornithologist, he'd be empty. It's crazy, but a baby to fill the time while Ilya is away doesn't sound bad. Not so crazy when he thinks of a little pup that's a perfect mix of him and Ilya. Actually the more he thinks about it, a little boy or girl with his eyes and Ilya’s everything, he wants it more than anything. “Shaney, you need to breathe,” Rose says slowly, taking deep inhales, her small hands squeezing his big biceps, and oh when did she get right in front of him? He opens his eyes (when had he closed them?) and takes a deep breath, inward, before exhaling loudly. He gives Rose a small warbly smile before he lets out another exhale, “Sorry.” She blows her bangs out of her face, and gives him a small smile, “No it's my bad, I shouldn't have pushed you if you weren't ready.” He moves his face to the side of her head and inhales a bit of her cherry scent, before he moves back again and goes to sit in his bed. He pats it so they can sit right next to each other. Once she's near him again, the omega reaches for his hand and has their fingers loosely hooked around one another. “Lets start from the beginning.” Shane nods, “Okay.” A quiet settles between them and as always, Shane is never the one to break it, “So do you want to have Ilya's pups?” The male omega looks down in shame, “I mean I wanted to. Eventually anyways.” The smaller girl nods and marches on, “Okay, and what's stopping you from telling him that?” “Nothing, I guess. What if he never saw pups in our future?” What if the alpha never saw Shane in their future? He doesn't want to ever find out. “Shanebug, I really do think Ilya would move heaven and earth for you.” She says, glancing up at him. The brunette doesn't say anything else, his usually sweet marshmallow-y scent gaining small tones of milky sourness to it. He doesn't really feel like talking about it anymore. He just wants to get pregnant already. “Okay, so,” Rose continues, clearing her throat and giving his longer fingers a gentle reassuring squeeze, "You've thought about this. Tell me your pros and cons.” It pulls a small huff of laughter from Shane, “You think I thought that far ahead in what? Two hours?” “Haven't you?” She deadpans. It shakes a genuine laugh out of him,” Fuck off, okay. Yes. Yeah, I do have a list forming. It's small though.” “So tell me.” “Cons I guess would be I'd be finishing my last semester and thesis pregnant.” Shane sighs. It's the biggest one he can think of. The only one that scares him more than the actual prospect of Ilya taking back his claiming bites. It's not that it hasn't happened before, plenty of other students have gotten through school while pregnant, Shane just never thought he’d consider being one of them. But if it keeps unwanted attention off of Ilya it's worth it. “And I'd have to tell my parents.” That's the other big one. Yuna Hollander took about a year to warm up to the prospect of her only omega child dating, let alone dating someone like Ilya Rozanov with a wild background, to put it lightly. The moment she saw how enamored Ilya was with Shane she cooled off, enough to actually like having Ilya around. They both joke that the alpha is her favorite. (He knows they mean well, but it sometimes feels as though Yuna genuinely prefers Ilya as her pup. It does something to his inner omega that freaks him out. It sometimes taints his scent with small notes of fearsadabandonment. It's probably nothing, definitely worth ignoring.)

They'd both be great grandparents, he knows this. The fear of getting pregnant while trying to have an academic career is what scares him. The fear of somehow disappointing them. He doesn't really feel like he's ever deserved their praise and he fears this might be another cause for disappointment. (Maybe if he bore an alpha son they'd be less harsh and judgemental about his decision.) Shane takes a big inhale, “And maybe Ilya wants me to get an abortion.” Rose swiftly tackles him onto his perfectly made bed, has him pinned under her weight with her sharp little omega claws scrunching the fabric near his head. “ I'd kill him the second he suggests it, “ She snarls, omega fangs glinting dangerously in the room's soft lighting. Once she calms, she lets out a rumbling purr and rubs her wrist into the delicate skin of his scent gland, realising her calming pheromones. Once Rose is relaxed enough herself, she teeters over him and plops right next to him, curling her smaller body into his side and bicep. “I doubt he'd ask you to do something like that, he'd have the entire hockey team, me and Svetlana on his ass.” She snorts, nose wrinkling at the thought. The male omega only offers a soft hum. “Fine,” Rose sighs, “What are your pros?” The air in Shane's dorm instantly sweetens in his pleasure. Shane sighs and curls onto his side, facing Rose head on, "He'd definitely mate me.” The other omega smiles encouragingly, enjoying the sweet fragrance of her fellow omega wafting the air around them. “And?”

Shane inhales, “And, we'll get married. I have already started making a pinterest board in my head for it.” Rose giggles and shakes him to continue, “And I think of our pup.” “You guys would have the cutest pup ever.” Rose gushes, “It’d be so fat and so big, Ilya’s fucking massive. Your poor pelvic floor.” Shane cackles in reply. “I'm pretty big for an omega too, yaknow.”

Rose nods seriously, “Yeah but the mother is never wrong, you gotta start thinking about this Shane. That dumb alpha will not have the upper hand, Mama is always right.” Shane nods seriously as well, before he breaks off into giggles again, “Do you think I'd be a good mom?” Rose sits up and stares at him intently. “You'd be the best mom. I fear your pups are never going to give you a moment of peace.” Shane hums and it quickly transitions into a soft soothing purr, calming both omegas as they sit in shared comfortable silence. It seems to last for hours, softly soothing both of them into a gentle doze, because that's what happens when your best friend is Rose Landry. Once the fuzziness in their brains fade away, Rose flutters her long lashes open and asks, “So how are you planning on doing it?” “Hmm?” “The getting pregnant part.” “Oh. I don't know, maybe poke holes in the condoms.” Rose hums in agreement, “You should also get off your suppressants and birth control.” Shane squirms in discomfort, “I know, I'm just worried about my weight gain coming back. The birth control really helped with that.” Rose raises an eyebrow, “Shane I wish I had your problem, when you gain weight you literally get an hourglass figure. It's kind of irritating, really.” Shane whines, “Yeah but then my butt and chest get really big.” “Oh poor Ilya, his steak is too juicy and his lobster too buttery. Babe, I would kill him if he wasn't already frothing at the mouth whenever you're in your little yoga shorts.” “They have the tummy tuck control, you know that.” He mumbles, subconsciously wrapping his arms around his soft tummy. She sighs, “How do you guys even have sex when you're still this self conscious?" Shane pouts, tightening his arms again, “Actually don't answer that.” The tension releases from Shane's body as he contemplates anything else he would need to do. The birth control is already enough, it was the main obstacle. It would probably be the most difficult, ever since he moved to Boston for schooling he had been on the pill, away from the prying eyes of his alpha mother. Quite frankly, if Shane wasn't on birth control, he suspects Ilya would have gotten him pregnant around the third time they had sex, the alpha could be such a generous lover when he wanted to be. “I think that's all I really need to do right? Speed up my heat and go off the birth control?” He asks, curling inward on himself. Rose hums in thought once more, before she gives a final nod as well, “Yeah, I think that's all you would need.” “Can you not mention this to Lana though? I know you guys like to gossip about us.” Shane mumbles, not making eye contact with the other omega. “You sure? I think she could really help us.” “I don't think she'd be as enthused to know I'm trying to trap her best friend into having a pup with me.” The omega frowns but gives her word, before she rolls to face the ceiling, “Well, let me know when you put your plan in motion, as future god mother, I need to know.” Shane smiles and hums in acknowledgement before he curls into her, the strawberry haired girl’s cherry scent lulling him back into an easy slumber.

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The week Shane goes off his birth control, his alpha takes full notice of the weight shifting within his body. They have about a month left before finals ends and they're both off for summer break, and Shane had thought now would be the perfect time to get off the contraceptive. His suppressants will be flushed down the toilet as well once their finals are officially over. Back to the problem at hand. His weight. Shane had always been the perfect mold for an omega, as a child. Before he had his first heat at fifteen, his body was the clearest giveaway for his subgender. The prettiest face accented by the cutest splatter of freckles and fluttering long lashes, and the softest little body. To anyone looking at him they'd immediately clock him as omega. Not to mention his mannerisms: quiet, never backtalking, and always keeping to himself. Shane had always been a soft child regardless of what was placed in front of him. So color friends and extended family surprised when his alpha mother decided her delicate, chubby little boy needed to be in an alpha dominated contact sport. “It’ll be fun baby! You'll be great and you'll have so many friends!” Yuna had gushed, convincing her six year old son. Shane had reluctantly nodded, chubby little fingers in his soft mouth. And so they tried it, and Shane took to the ice like a fish to water, even at six years old. The only issue Shane struggled with was the making friends part. At age six, Shane spoke maybe three or four words, usually shaking or nodding his head instead of outright answering. And when children interacted with other children, words were usually the way to go. Shane enjoyed it, up until he was isolated for his status and pushed out of social circles. From then on he simply enjoyed skating alone in his gear until his mother would come and pick him up. Once his heat had hit and was still playing, the isolation only got worse. The teasing in the changing room got meaner and rougher, pointing out his soft omega body against the forming hard muscles of adolescent betas and alphas alike, he would usually show up to practice in his gear. At age sixteen when his body still had the softness of an omega on top of the muscles the sport had instilled in him, some of the alphas took offense and reacted, badly. When it came time for the usual pick up, Yuna has flipped on the coach the moment she saw Shane’s swollen wrist and deep teeth marks indented onto the side of his neck (nowhere near his actual scent gland because Brian Matisse said no one’s gonna wanna mate with a freaky omega like you). The coach got fired and the boy who had assaulted Shane ended up moving cities because the omega’s accusations ruined his life. Never mind the marks assaulted onto Shane's body. From then on, Shane never went back to hockey. Not at his mother’s insistence of looking at other camps, other coaches, or at other junior leagues. A disgraceful alpha wasn't going to ruin his future in the sport, because Shane was destined for greatness on the ice. At that point in time, no omega was publicly out or a part of the NHL. He highly doubted he'd be given any grace if he became the first. After the incident (it wasn't an incident, it was an attack. An assault.) his body seemed to ween back into the pliable softness forever etched into the omega phenotype. With no rigorous exercise, his body felt no need to keep the muscle placement, and so, softer hips, softer thighs, softer everything began to form. In the summer of his final year of high school, applying to college seemed much more important than the physique his body seemed to be in, no matter how much Yuna nagged about it. (“Honey, don't you want to come on a run with me? Some exercise might be good.” “Shane, don't you want a little more broccoli on your plate? All the meat is gone.” “Sweetheart, maybe tone down on the chips a little, hm? You'll get a double chin that way.” “Shane, why don't you go with your dad to the gym, it could help with the weight gain.” “Shane don't you think those shorts are a little too tight?”) Once the school year had started, Shane was so self conscious he couldn't even be in the same room as others without covering himself in a baggy sweatshirt. That's probably when the dieting started. In the middle of senior year, Yuna had signed him up for badminton and as much as he hated the experience and sport, he was good at it. The training and running worked at his muscles that had been dormant for over a year and with the new training regiment, his mother’s dieting plan began. When he decided to take it a step further and started counting macros and calories, Yuna was so pleased that he had taken an initiative into his own wellbeing as well. David never said anything. So Shane continued with the diet until he was just as perfect and disciplined as he was before his first heat. The nagging soon started up again. (“Shane you can have a little cheat day, it's okay.” “Honey, why don't you try that new donut place near your school? Here I'll give you some cash.” “Sweetie, just eat the slice of cake, it’s not going to mess with your diet.” “Baby you barely touched your plate. Are you okay?” “Shane your practically skin and bones, just eat it.”) Once he had gotten his acceptance letter to Boston it was straight to packing, to get away from the stifling grip Montreal seemed to have on him. With the idea of new found freedom, he packed with a vengeance and was basically all set up in Boston when it came time to finally start classes in the fall. When Shane had first met Ilya, just a year after he had moved to Boston, the alpha had poked fun at the way Shane ate, calling it bird food or rabbit food. It was constant jabs and constant insults left and right, and at one dinner, Shane had had enough and exploded. “Stop making fun of me!” He screamed. Ilya froze, and put his utensils down, before he gently reached for Shane’s hand across the table, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was joking.” “Yeah well, it wasn't very funny.” Shane had said, basically near tears. “I'm sorry, malysh. I just worry, all you eat is so little.” “It's for my diet, you know that.” “Yes, I understand, but you do not need diet, yes?” Shane didn't say anything. He played with his food until Ilya had dropped the whole conversation. Ilya had seen Shane's body from the very beginning. From the painfully thin form when he had first arrived to the new country, just a hint of being too underweight. He was there when Shane got into contact with a therapist and a nutritionist willing to help. He was there when Shane started to finally gain back his omega-like qualities, a fuller face, plush thighs and a soft squishy waist. Through it all Ilya had fallen deeper and deeper in love with the omega. So it was extremely safe to say the Russian took note of the way Shane's ass and thighs seemed to steadily grow, regardless of daily exercise and normal food intake. His boyfriend definitely noticed when his shirts started getting tighter, that he basically had cleavage to show off the moment he crossed his arms. Ilya took it all in stride, a little too easily. A hand would constantly be on him, whether that be around his pudgy waist, the thick meat of the back of Shane’s thigh, or directly groping his ass or tits. Ilya was practically popping knots left and right at just the sight of him. It definitely helped with his self esteem, preening just a little bit when his boyfriend would grip his soft skin with rough fingers. Somehow the sex got better too. Which is insane because they already have great sex. So it shouldn't surprise him when he finds himself face down on the alpha’s mattress, ass up and all nine inches of alpha cock deep inside his weeping cunt. And yet it does. They've been at it for more than an hour, Shane had already lost count of how many times he's come. (some on Ilya’s fingers, a couple of the Russian’s tongue, many on the blonde's cock.) Shane is crying into the pillow, begging Ilya to stop. He's so close, but it hurts. It feels so good though. “I-Ilya!” “Hmm, not fucked out yet, milyy?” The alpha grunts, grabbing the omega's thick ass in one hand, delivering a swift smack with the other. Shane whines, arching his back even deeper, limbs loose and pliant. His knees threaten to give, but Ilya has such a strong grip on his ass, he's physically keeping him up. The alpha is relentless, thrusts brutal and deep, it slides Shane further up the ruined sheets. Everything is just so wet. He's drooling and sobbing, letting out puffs of delicate little uh uh uhs. When he feels Ilya's rough fingers come into contact with his sensitive little clit, it causes the omega to let a screech, body moving involuntarily away from his boyfriend. “Ah ah, kotenok,” Ilya pants roughly, and in a show of alpha prowess and strength, he pulls out and he flips Shane’s practically limp body over, spreading the omega on his back, thick thighs spread, showing off his soaked dusky brown pussy. The alpha groans at the sight, and forces his cock back into the tight little space and fucks right into Shane. “Be good, let alpha touch what’s his, huh.” The brunette gasps, arching his back at the thick intrusion, and attempts to lift his heavy head to see. He doesn't get very far, when Ilya's big hand comes into contact with his jaw, holding him firmly against the ruined mattress. Shane lets out a loud moan, drool leaking from his plush lips. “I know, sweetheart, feels so good doesn't it?” Ilya snarls, forcing the omega to open his mouth, pink tongue lolling out. Shane's panting is so loud, and if he wasn’t getting fucked within an inch of his life, he’d be worried some of the other boys in the frat house are bound to hear him through the thick walls. Ilya pays no mind to the faint thoughts clouding Shane's mind and spits harshly into his open mouth. Shane moans even louder, swallowing it with no command needed. “Thats it, milyy, such a good omega for me, hm?” Shane whimpers, weakly rutting his hips against Ilya’s steady pace. “I know, Shanya, so close, pretty.” Ilya says, backing away, and pressing Shane’s thick thighs, closer towards his torso, forcing him into a true mating press. Thank god for yoga. He lets go of Shane’s jaw and the Russian’s hands immediately land on a plush thigh, and his thick, hot slit. The brunette tosses his head to the side and lets out a loud mewl, “-Lya! M’no!” “One more sweetheart, you're doing so good for alpha.” Ilya grunts, and his hips start to stutter, the only indication that he's close. The blonde brings his rough fingers towards Shane’s sensitive clit again and begins an onslaught of rough rubbing and pinching, “Come on Shanebug, one more for me, hm?” It doesn't take much more than that, really. With only a little pressure on his pussy, Shane squirts weakly, his come drooling out alongside Ilya’s cock. The alpha pulls out and rips his condom off, coming right on Shane’s cunt, some of it landing wetly on the crease where his thigh meets pelvis. Shane shivers, and gives one final push, squirt spraying lightly at the base of Ilya’s quickly deflating knot. “Mmm.” Ilya’s panting above him, perfectly sculpted body trembling from the exertion, and when their eyes lock, he lets out a gentle laugh. He falls forward on top of him, arms near his head, planking above him. He kisses the omega's nose gently, before he nudges himself closer, wrapping his arms around Shane’s splayed thighs, and his nose settling perfectly on his scent gland. “Was good?” Shane, still stuck in subspace, gives a reassuring mewl, and wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck, giving him a soft squeeze.

It ends up turning into a daily occurrence up until their second to last week of the semester.

–

Once Shane is officially moved into Ilya’s room at the frat house, he flushes all his suppressants down the drain. With his luck, his heat won’t hit before July, but if he is lucky, it might come sooner. So he waits. The boys had taken Shane in stride, and he doesn’t really disturb the balance they had in place. They still go out, and Ilya worms his way into missing events by claiming my wife said no, goodbye! It’s a little annoying, but mostly endearing, because the more time they spend together the less time there is of Ilya being snatched up by a cuter person. However this does ruin his plans of sabotaging the condoms just a bit. Because anytime Ilya teases of throwing them out, Shane whines that they still need them. That's more for his pride’s sake. When he finally has a night to himself, he ambushes every single pack they own, stabbing every single one of them. Ilya coming home early that night spooked him just enough to lay low after that.(Especially because he was fucked so well that night.) It suspiciously continues for a couple of days, Ilya fucking him close to the point it hurts to squeeze his thighs together, and condom after condom constantly breaking. Ilya mentions nothing to Shane about the faulty contraceptives, and the omega is suspiciously wetter inside when they finish, so maybe the alpha isn't really noticing all that well. So maybe the plan is working. – It all seems to fail when June flies by along with July and Shane doesn’t go into heat. He misses his heat. He misses it and it makes him burst into tears at any given moment he remembers that small fact. He was supposed to go into heat so he would have that higher chance of conceiving. Once August hits, Shane doesn’t get out of bed unless it's to pee or vomit, because that’s strangely new to the routine of rotting his sorrows away in bed. Ilya is the perfect alpha (as always) constantly fussing over Shane, and once the first week is over of Shane constantly complaining of headaches, nausea, and vomiting, he forces his omega to make an appointment with his GP. The day of the appointment, Shane tries to weedle his way out of going. “It’s probably a stomach bug, I’m okay. “ Shane whimpers from the warmth of his nest. “Too late, milyy,” Ilya says, ice blue eyes eerily staring too closely at him, “Appointment made, we are going, let’s go.” The Russian gives no further warning, before he's digging through the nest and grabbing Shane. With strong arms hooked under his sleep warm thighs, Shane is gently scooped out and taken to the bathroom, where Ilya bathes and changes him, before they head out. They take Ilya’s car (because the omega doesn't have one) and they get there in record time. Shane looks at the small clinic with disdain, scent already souring before they even set foot inside. “Shanebug, is just to make sure you are okay,” Ilya rumbles, one of his hands going to rub along his forearm. The omega nods, “I know, I just. What if it's actually something bad?” “It won't be.” Ilya reassures, sounding much too confident in himself. Shane squints, suspicion replacing his nervousness, “You sound awful sure of yourself.” Ilya grins, and the smaller can see a glint in his eyes that he doesn’t recognize. Suspicious. “Trust alpha, malysh.” Shane rolls his eyes and proceeds to unlock his car door, “Fine, whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” And so they enter, hand in hand, get him checked in, and wait for what seems like forever but is really only seven nervewracking minutes. Once Shane's name is called they follow a mean looking little nurse. “Just going to do a routine checkup before I take him to his room,” She says, her green eyes locking with Ilya’s ice blue. He gives her an affronted look before he completely ignores her and faces his omega for confirmation. “That’s fine,” Shane sighs, just wanting to get this over with, and get away from the patronizing nurse. Sure he’s an omega with a claimed alpha following right behind him, but he still has his own autonomy regardless of subgender. A tiring cycle he faces every time he steps foot into a medical facility. The nurse scrunches her nose at his reply and has him stand on the scale after taking his height measurements. When he glances at the scale he notices the blatant weight gain and sours when he realizes how quickly he succumbed to that one particular phenotype in his genetic code the moment he flushed his birth control down the drain. Well, too late to do anything about that now. Hopefully Ilya won't take too much notice at the three digits on the scale. “Put on a lot of weight since the last time he was here.” She mutters, writing in on the chart and double checking from his last visit. Shane is tomato red, practically mortified that she would say something that rude. “That wasn't necessary.” Ilya growls, one hand on the omega’s arm as he helps him off the scale. “Just show us to the room, and leave right after.” She stares with wide eyes, not expecting Ilya to say anything at all about how she's speaking to the omega, but she continues on, unperturbed. “Sir, I need to check his vitals.” “Yes, another nurse will take care of it.” “Sir that isn’t how-” “What is not clicking,” Ilya says, deathly calm as he adjusts his hold on Shane, moving his hand from his arm to his lower back, “My omega is ill and I have some stupid bigot ignoring him, I want someone competent or no one at all.” “Ilya-” “No, she cannot talk to you like that,” Ilya sneers, bringing him just a tad closer to his side, “Who the fuck does she think she is?” “Hi, is there a problem?” Another nurse has popped in, a taller woman in pale lavender scrubs, with accents of little rubber duckies all over. She’s just as nervous as the mean nurse was, both probably smelling Ilya’s angry, bitter alpha scent. “Yes, I’d like a new nurse to finish my omega’s checkup.” The Russian says. “Monique, I got it,” Shane’s mean nurse says. She in fact didn't have it. Not with a pissed off alpha and a nervous omega as the conclusion. The woman, Monique, hums and gently nudges the other girl down the hall, “It’s fine Cindy, I can take over.” She gives Cindy no time to respond as she plucks her clipboard out of her hands and begins to lead them towards the assigned room. All three hear Cindy’s loud scoff and squeaky shoes stomping away. As Monique leads them into the room, she ignores her colleagues' antics, apologizes, and finishes running Shane’s vitals. Once she's done, she lets them know that the doctor will be with them shortly. Ilya sits in the spare chair in the corner, leg crossed over the other and his arms crossed over his broad chest, and his scent hasn't really cleared from the acidic burnt cacao smell. He's practically simmering in it. “Ilya, relax please,” Shane urges, the sanitary paper crinkling from under him, “It’s fine.” “It is not fine,” He hisses, “She works with omegas and female betas. Who does she think she is thinking she can speak like that to patient.” Shane hums, idly kicking his feet against the medical bed. He doesn't think it would be a good idea to mention that it wouldn't be the first time a medical professional has mentioned he's overweight. As Ilya stews in the audacity of it all, Shane’s doctor walks in with a swift knock against the hard wood of the door. “Shane, it's so good to see you!” Dr. Lee says, a big smile on her face as she goes to the computer, taking a look at his chart. “And who is this?” “Hi Dr. Lee, this is Ilya, my boyfriend.” Shane says, gesturing to the sitting blond. “Hello, I am Shane’s alpha.” Ilya corrects. The omega rolls his eyes, fondly amused. “What brings you guys in today?” And so Shane carefully lists his recent symptoms, the headaches and nausea and his delayed heat. His anxiety spiking more than usual, and the tenderness of his breasts. Ilya adds that he’s constantly going to the bathroom, and unable to eat anything while feeling nauseous. Dr. Lee hums, and once she’s finished looking at the omega’s chart, she goes and stands right in front of him, checking his eyes and lungs, before she requests he lay down. She applies soft but firm pressure around his stomach and pelvis, and lightly under his breasts. When she feels nothing out of the ordinary she steps away and takes a seat on the low stool in the room. “The girls ran some tests on the basics and your blood pressure is a little higher than I would like, so I'll have one of them take a blood sample just to cover all our bases. Are you okay to provide a urine sample as well? It might provide quicker results.” When Shane nods she gives him a smile and stands, “Perfect, I'll go ahead and let the girls know so one of them can come in and start the blood draw first, okay?” Before Dr. Lee can go very far, Ilya's voice cuts through, “Can we request nurse? I do not want Cindy to come in and do it.” Dr. Lee pauses for a second, before glancing at Shane, “Shane are you okay with that?” The omega hesitates before he nods, “Yeah, um, she was a bit rude earlier.” “She poked fun at your weight, and didn't speak to you moya lyubov. That is more than just a little rude.” Dr. Lee makes a noise of shock, “I’m sorry to hear that. That kind of behavior isn't tolerated at my practice. I'll have a word with her, thank you for bringing it to my attention. I'll go ahead and have Monique come in and finish up the tests then.” With a quick nod she heads out with Shanes’ chart, and not soon after Monique enters the room with small vials and a IV kit in hand. Ilya watches every movement with a heavy level of intensity as the beta proceeds to gently insert the IV into a vein on the inside of his right elbow. Once she has three vials of his blood she hands him a small cup for a urine sample. “Thank you,” The omega says, as he gets up to follow her towards the restroom. Ilya gets up as well to follow, “Stay.” Shane points. Ilya pouts and goes back to slouching in the chair as he watches Shane leave, “You are not going to watch me pee, you weirdo.” Once all tests have been taken, Dr. Lee heads back in for a final check in, “Okay, hopefully something will come from the tests, did you want to come in for the results or is over the phone okay?” She asks this all directed towards Shane, completely ignoring the alpha all together. The brunette bites his lip in thought before glancing back at Ilya for help. “Up to you, milyy.” “A phone call should be okay.”

And that's the end of that.

– It isn't until two days later when they finally hear back from the clinic. They're lounging in bed, Shane snuggled into Ilya’s mating gland, one leg tossed over Ilya’s waist, when the omega’s phone begins to chirp the generic Samsung tune. Ilya sits up gently, reaching over for it, “I got it, milyy.” When he glances at the caller ID and sees a random phone number, he answers, “Hello?” Shane makes no movement to stir, blurry eyes half-lidded and practically ready for another nap in the August heat. “Yes, I will pass.” Ilya says, bringing the phone to his chest to muffle it, and turning to the sleepy omega, “Is clinic, Shanebug.” Shane groans, before he forces himself to sit up. He takes the phone from Ilya and leans against the pillow he was resting on. He turns to face the blonde, bringing his knees inward, “Hello? This is Shane Hollander.” “Hi Shane, It’s Dr. Lee,” He hears, “I’m calling because the results for the urine and blood samples have come back.” The omega sits up just a bit straighter, bringing his other hand towards the receiver of the phone, something akin to comfort, “Yes?” “Everything for the most part came back negative. The only thing the tests managed to show us was that your hCG levels were very high.” Shane grips his phone that much tighter, “Okay. And what does that mean?” “It means the reason for the delayed heat is a positive pregnancy. You're pregnant.” Shane chokes on nothing, and hunches further, practically curling himself into a little ball. He completely ignores Ilya’s nervous scent spiking, as he continues the phone call, “Are you sure?” “Yes, I'm positive.” The omega lets out a choked sob, tears immediately springing in his big eyes. Dr. Lee notices the long pause and continues with you have plenty of options, Shane but all Shane can really think of he fucking did it. He's pregnant. There's a little pup already inside him. He wants to grin so fucking wide, but he holds it in. “T-Thank you, Dr. Lee.” He steals a glance at Ilya and his poor alpha practically stinks of anxiety and nervousness. “I’ll have to talk it over with my alpha, but if I can schedule an appointment anyways? Yes, thank you.” The doctor prattles off a certain time and date within the next two weeks and Shane immediately inputs it into his phone’s calendar before he gives a sweet goodbye and hangs up. He looks at Ilya with wet eyes, and bites his lip in a show of fake nervousness. God Rose would be so proud. “What was it?” Ilya says, hands anchoring themselves on Shane’s hips, squeezing for reassurance. “It was the results,” Shane sniffles, thankfully his tears of pure joy can be played off for fear or nervousness. “And?” “You have to promise not to be mad,” Shane whines, leaning just a bit closer towards the Russian. Ilya already is shaking his head, “Never, I could never be mad at you, malysh.” Shane nods and takes a deep inhale, and takes a quick glance at ice blue eyes. Fuck what if their pup had those eyes. “Im pregnant.” Ilya sits there, eyes widening and the English words get translated into Russian in his head and once again back to English. “Pregnant?” He whispers, gently moving one of his big hands towards the soft pooch of Shane’s stomach. The omega nods, letting out a shuddering sob, “Yeah. Fuck, Ilya I’m so sorry.” The dam breaks and Shane fully sobs in his alpha’s arms, collapsing into his chest and curling himself inwards. Ilya hugs him tightly, no hesitation, just strong reassurance, “Oh Shanebug, is okay. No need to be sorry, moya lyubov. You are not happy?” Shane takes a hitching inhale and pulls back, craning his neck upward to look at the alpha. “I- I am? Is that bad?” “No malysh, of course not.” “Are you happy?” Shane whimpers. One of the blonde’s hands came up to caress the back of Shane’s hair, gently running his thick fingers through silky strands. “I am very happy solnyshko. A little pup. Wow.” Shane lets out a giggle involuntarily and smiles, as he kisses Ilya’s cheek, “Yeah wow.” Ilya takes a deep inhale, before he grins wide and cascades kiss after kiss all over Shane’s face and neck. The omega lets out a loud laugh, squirming away from the invading kisses. Ilya tips the omega backwards and continues the onslaught until Shane is smacking the back of his shoulder, a smile wide on his face. When Ilya pulls back to take in the other man, the first thing that always catches his eye are the splatter of freckles on his omega’s face, even more apparent with the heavy blush blooming on the apples of his cheeks. He’s beautiful. The blonde leans his forehead back onto the omega’s and smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners, “Hi.” Shane giggles, pressing up against Ilya’s until their noses brush sweetly, “Hi, baby.” “Yes, a baby.” “Our baby.” It springs Ilya into action once more, scooping up the brunette in his strong arms and proceeds to rain kisses again. Shane continues to laugh and laugh, squirming as his scent blooms into something sweeter and air, a true scent of a happy omega. Fuck he did it. He’ll have Ilya’s fat Russian baby. He’ll get his mating bite, and he'll get a husband. Fuck hes so giddy he can’t help but squirm deeper into the alpha’s strong grip, vocal cords working overtime to release a loud and consistent purr. God, he has to text Rose. 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