9 Works in Alpha II (Sleep Token)
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“Can you even call yourself an alpha at this point?” III reaches down to grasp at Vessel’s cock, stroking it between his thumb and index finger until Vessel is gasping and bucking into III’s hand. “Look at this little thing.” He looks conspiratorially at IV and adds sotto voce, “Can you believe he used to be able to split me open on it? It isn’t even big enough to be a proper mouthful now.”
“III!” Vessel bites off his name like a curse, his flush spreading down to his chest. Despite his tone his cocklet kicks in III’s grasp, dribbling precum like a leaky faucet.
“It’s alright, Vessel. It’s not like you’ll be using it anymore, anyway.”
The process of bitching an alpha is a long and taxing one. From the perspective of a beta like IV, it seems needlessly cruel. But Vessel is an eager participant, and IV just needs to be reminded of this.
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Vessel has more than he could ever dream of. A successful business, a loyal congregation. Not one, but two partners who would do anything for him. So why does he feel so empty? And why does Sleep seem so unhappy?
Sleep doesn't need another vessel. It's too late for him, too late for his pack, but it's not too late for the one She wants to claim.
Vessel will make sure of it.
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A/B/O coffee shop AU with a sprinkling of cult stuff, anyone?
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“And how does my perfect Omega want it?” His fingers twist and turn, stretching the hole slowly. He watches Vessel as his eyes roll from the careful movements. “Do you want my cock?” ii tilts his head, looking at the way the gold covers his hand. “Or, would you rather my hand?”
Vessels breathing hitches at the idea. His brain screeching to a halt as he thinks about just how nice it would feel to have his Alpha’s fist fucking into his cunt.
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In which ii is an Alpha, Vessel is an Omega with gold slick and a desire to be fisted. And ii has never been one to deny Vessel anything.
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He'd long since learned to ignore others' expectations. But sometimes III caught himself wishing others would finally see what was so obvious to him. If only to make the stupid questions stop.
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Sleep brings an omega to the house one evening, frail and blood-spattered with wide blue eyes.
III tumbles down the porch steps, lets Sleep curl happily around his shoulders, and pumps out calming pheromones toward the shivering man.
The man jolts back as III comes closer, and III croons at him lowly, and tells him he’s safe here.
The man watches him fearfully.
“We weren’t expecting you,” III says. “Sorry, so sorry.”
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Three has never gone into heat. Not in all the years he’s lived with his pack, not even after learning how to trust them. But one night, it hits him all at once: panic, instinct, and a need he doesn’t know how to hold. He thinks he’s home alone. He thinks he can ride it out in silence. But Vessel stayed home.
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Vessel lovingly and very sweetly helps Three through his first heat by fucking him through it just how he likes it.
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“But you aren’t an omega."
“I wasn’t before I went to sleep,” Vessel agrees. “But I think I might be, now.”
II runs his hand through his cropped hair to avoid reaching past the bedframe dividing him from Vessel. He desperately attempts to avoid why he feels like the space between them is a barrier he isn’t allowed to cross without permission, when a few days ago he wouldn’t have thought twice about sitting down beside Vessel, no matter the questionable state of his sheets.
“Ves, are you implying that you think you were bitched by a dream?”
It sounds even more ridiculous out loud.
“No,” Vessel denies, shifting in a way that makes his sheets drag eye-catchingly across the sweat pearling on his defined waist. He laughs without humor when he says, “I think it was more like I was bitched by a god.”
When divine intervention causes what is supposed to be the first night of Vessel's rut to become the start of his first ever heat, II is determined to give his boyfriend everything he needs. He only fears that, as a beta, he won't be able to deliver.
The universe finds fit to give him a means to rise to the occasion.
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this is the squeal to Praying for sleep, i highly recommend reading that fic first or you will be confused.
Its been years since Sleep had left the realm of Gods and spirits to be with her fated. Vessel merged spirits with the God Emergence and Sleep fought the very stars to get here and found peace. So why does it now seem as though the past is nipping at their heels?
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Scents are a strange thing.
Most alphas treat them as a signal of “one of us” or “outsider,” vague markers of emotions, lingering traces of someone else’s touch. But IV is different. He has always had an insanely sharp sense of smell, bordering on something indecent, perhaps even frightening.
And now, years later, this ability made him who he was—the one who sensed even the slightest shifts.
And it had never bothered him.
Until today.