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Being an enigma in a Alpha/(Prime) omega/enigma triad was /exhausting/. Outwardly a lot of people assumed he was a beta- something his secondary sex got often- because he wasn’t balls deep in his omega all the time or under his (very lovely and strong) Alpha. Most people assumed he just couldn’t smell them.

They were *very* wrong. He could smell any time Wade got even a little turned on, when his slick was coating the inside of his leather even if the other had it masked under scent patches and the suit had inbuilt scent dampeners. Logan wanted nothing more than to have his gorgeous partner sit on his face for the foreseeable future, but he couldn’t because they had jobs. Real world responsibilities. Logan had a daughter he had to think about and a 24/7 fuck fest with his men was not productive at all.

His two idiots obviously disagreed.

Wade, being a Prime with a healing ability and the highest sex drive Logan had ever seen, was had to keep satisfied. Not in a bad way, god he loved the challenge. They went round for round a lot, fucking until they passed out in their mess. Nate had struggled heavily before Logan was kidnapped from his dimension. The big Alpha had actually teared up when Wade dragged a new mate home, happy that his dick wasn’t going to break anytime soon.

Especially with the heats. Omega Primes went into heat often, every two to three months depend on who they were. Usually omegas only went into heat twice a year, once in spring, and one in autumn. That didn’t include the monthly bleeding that omegas with vaginas had. Their world was so wild.

Speaking of heats, Logan knew Wades was coming up because the omega couldn’t keep his hands off either of his partners. It was making Nate slick drunk and desperate, the usually stoic alpha always lost himself when Wades heat was coming up. He was a down right mess during Logan’s and when they synced up,,, well. Logan was sure they might kill him one day.

Wade and Nate are making out heavily against the concrete wall. Thighs pressed into each other crotches, rocking against one another, moaning into each other’s mouth and Logan actually kinda hates them a little.

“I’m banning Wade from mission when he’s in pre-heat from now on.” It’s mostly grumbled to himself but Wade must hear him because he makes an offended noise. The pair seperate, with Nate breathing harshly into Wades neck while Wade just stares at Logan.

He’s quiet for all of three seconds before cracking. “Absolutely fucking not. That’s so sexists, honey badger, omegas can do whatever they want now. If that means being out in pre heat so be it, discrimination and Alpha rule has ended.”

Logan grunts, arms crossed over his chest as he eyes their Alpha. The big man is tucked up under Wades chin, mouthing at scent glands like he’s trying to suck the very oil from them. It’s kinda funny that their omega is the taller of the three. If only slightly when it comes to Logan. He’s the slightest of them though, and the lightest.

Neither of those make him dainty though. He doesn’t look strong but Wade and toss both his boys a little too easily. It fucks with Logan’s head a little, makes Nate putty in Wades hands. An Alpha who likes to be manhandled and likes tall strong omegas is hard to find. Especially since Nate is a base line Alpha.

Some people think he’s barking up the wrong tree by having two partners that aren’t known to follow a baseline anything with ease. But, Logan guesses, if this were easy Nate wouldn’t want it.

That and his wife had been a Prime too, so, it must just be his type.

Logan watches them, suit pants tightening even as he thinks all this. The scent of them is strong, thick in the air. The enigma can smell Wades slick and he feels his mouth water, it’s a sweet musky smell free from the scent of cancer which surprised him in the beginning. Now, well, it’s his favourite thing to taste.

Wade smiles, bucking up against Nate’s thigh, keeping his locked with Logan’s as he moans. The sound shoots down to Logan’s dick, it kicks in his pants and makes Logan sink his teeth into his tongue.

“C’mon baby, I want both my big boys. Want your knots in me. Please Logie, I’m desperate. Can’t you smell me.” Wades thighs flex around Nate’s. The man sounds like he’s dying, pawing at Wades waist like his brain has shut down its higher functions. Their Alpha always gets a little stupid when Wade goes into pre heat. The omegas mask rolled up over his nose, letting Logan see his cocky grin.

Prime omegas were not something to be fucked around with lightly. They were addictive, the way they smell, how strong it was, the phenomenons. Baseline alphas became needy little bitches, eager to breed but submissive to them. Logan understood, he’s been with prime Os before, Scott being the most recent, but Wade was something else. It got to them both and made them the perfect living toys when their boy went into heat.

‘Service Tops’, Logan’s thinks absently while he makes his way over to the pair. Nate looks all fucked out, whining as he licks and sucks at Wades exposed skin, fangs digging in and clamping over swollen scent glands. Their alpha looks so good like this. Horny and sweet, desperate for their omega. Desperate to knot and breed and bite. Logan relates.

The enigma settles against Nate’s back, kissing at his nape and gently pulling him away from Wade so that they can shuffle around and have him pressed between them. The Alpha didn’t go easy, grumbling and growling until Logan brushed his lips against Nate’s ear and snarled. Having traits of both As and Os was useful, especially when putting Nate in his place.

The alpha slumped against Logan’s chest, letting him take all his weight because he knew Logan could.

Wade makes a pretty picture in front of them, leaning back against the wall and still riding Nate’s thigh like his life depended on it. Logan was tempted to make him keep going until he came, leave him dripping and soaking in his suit until they got home. Wondered how much more desperate that would make the other.

He decided against it, Nate wouldn’t make it home. The alpha would be too busy thinking with his dick, wanting to pin Wade to any and all surfaces until the other is bred good and full. Would probably drag them both into an ally way and do wicked naughty things to them. Wade wouldn’t help the matter. He’d tease and poke until someone gave in, until he was knotted in public and shown off like the preening little peacock he is. Especially when he’s in the suit.

Logan takes a deep breath, pulls Wade forward even as he slips around Nate and Wade to collide with the wall at Wades back. His hands fall to Wades waist, squeezing him and dropping his chin to Wades shoulder to stare at Nate’s pretty, vacant eyes.

He can smell Wade better this way, his nose pressed up against the omegas scent glad, huffing gently against the sensitive skin. “We have to be quick, you get five minutes on our knots and then we’re going back to the den to fuck you through the rest.” He’s trying to be the sensible one, even if he’s about to give into Wade and Nate’s scents.

Logan reaches around, fumbles with Wades suit pants until they’re loose and pulls them down. They’re skin tight, clinging to each curve of Wades body, easy to put on, harder to take off. He’s determined though.

It’s a struggle, but he gets the offending material down to Wades calves and steps on them aggressively until one of Wades feet slide free. It’s a quick fuck, no one’s going to care about anything much in a minute. Logan picks Wade up, encouraging him to wrap thick, powerful thighs around Nate’s. It’ll be easier to fuck him together if their standing, because Logan sure as shit isn’t suffering gravel rash even if Wades cunt is the best he’s had, even if fucking into Wade and rocking against Nate’s dick makes him shoot off so hard he’s left embarrassed for days. It’s not happening.

Logan’s on the hunt again, feeling along Wades slick hole until he finds Nate’s pants, digs hard fingers into the boner there and smiles with a hint of a fang at the sound their Alpha makes. It’s guttural, a warning to not tease him even if he can’t do anything right now. Silly Alpha thinking he’s even remotely in charge right now. The enigma tugs the button loose, the zipper down and frees the others aching cock. He’s even nice enough to guide it to Wades hole, teasing the tip against the entrance before adjusting Wade so that it can slide in.

They rock together, moaning because that first moment of penetration feels so fucking good. Going from cool air to wet pulsing heat, empty to filling up and full. Logan wished his cunt didn’t make penetration agony because Wade makes the whole experience look so fucking good.

He lets them go, lets them have their fun while Wades using his chest to take some of the weight, freeing himself to move as slow and fluid as he likes, while he retrieves his own aching prick.

Logan takes a hold of one of Wades thighs, folding it up and getting ready to pick the younger man up after he’s notched his cock against Nate’s. Wades doesn’t have to be prepped for this, he loves the pain too much, the thrill of being fucked without a care. Besides he’s wet enough that Logan could probably get two fists up there and still have room for Nate’s terminator one. Which fuck, he’s so trying that later.

He pushes forward, just a bit and sighs softly when he feels that warm, wet hole envelope him. It’s tight, always is, and god Logan feels like Wades cunt is about to suck him dry and they haven’t even started yet.

Quickly, Logan takes the other thigh, lifting all of Wades weight and spreading him open. It’s obscene, debasing,,, hot as fucking hell having their omegas bare pussy spread open for anyone to see, split open on their cocks on some abandoned roof top. The noises they make, the wet slapping of Nate’s and Logan’s balls, the sounds Wades cunt makes as they thrust up into him on alternating rhythms so that Wades never fully empty, is so loud it echos. Both in Logan’s mind and all around them.

It’s the sensory feeling of their Alphas cock running against his, the weak fluttering pulse of a stretched and full hole around them, the way Wade goes limp and whiny now that he has what he wants. The way Nate can’t seem to control himself or his teeth, or those please Alpha rumbles that sound so much like a purr that have Logan on edge far, far too quickly. It’s the scent of them all entwining and the way they fit All together.

Logan can feel Nate’s knot swelling, it keeps brushing against his own and it’s the sweetest torture known to mankind. It makes Logan want to lick at the bulge, take it so deep into his throat that the knot locks behind his teeth and makes him pass out from lack of oxygen. It makes him want to rut against it until they’re both popping off, to rut against Wades boot or cunt or god, his abs. Makes him want to sink his teeth into things and rip them to shreds.

There’s a shoulder in front of him, Kevlar clad and inviting so Logan sinks sharp wolverine fangs into it and bites down harshly. There’s a snap, Wades bones breaking under the onslaught and the longest, lowest moan Logan’s ever heard Wade make. The spasming around their dicks makes the pair shoot off, trusting up together even while Logan’s pulling Wade down onto their knots.

It’s white, his vision fading out as he comes so hard he’s sure he’s actually somehow managed to kill himself somehow. It’s fucking delightful. Everything he could fucking want.

He’s boneless but somehow managing to keep all three of them up. Thanks the wall at his back silently for the support.

The three catch their breath, Logan letting Wades thighs wrap around Nate again, even while he still keeps a hold of him. It’s nice, the silence that comes after a really good fuck. God, they need to go home and do that again.

“Five minutes and then I’m dragging you bare assed and dripping home. Jesus Christ we can’t keep doing this.” The back of Logan’s skull meets brick, he knows for a fact they’ll be doing this again in two maybe three months time. Fuck it’s so worth the earth shattering orgasm honestly.

“Yeah. Sure.” Wade grunts, sounds tired but way too pleased with himself for Logan’s comfort, he wants to call the younger man on it but can’t find the energy. Thinks ‘fuck it’ and grinds his knot against Nate’s just to hear the other two inhale sharply.

They’re so doing it again.