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It started with a nap.

Well, if Eddie was absolutely honest with himself, it probably started with Freddy Fakeman and “It’s me, I’m your renter.” Because it was the reason that, when Eddie came back from Texas with Chris in tow, the housing situation was like this. Buck did him a huge favour, before Eddie left for El Paso, and Eddie wasn’t about to throw him out of the place he legally rented. Besides, it shouldn’t be such a hardship, right? 

Eddie could even admit that he was a little bit happy about it. Every day FaceTimes and texts were not the same as being in the same room with Evan Buckley. Something about Buck's presence always made everything a little bit easier. When Eddie was distressed, even just the faintest hint of Buck’s smell could ease him up a bit. And that was exactly what Eddie needed after months in El Paso, driving people around and enduring Ramon’s and Helena’s comments about the nice Alpha they knew that would be perfect for Christoper to look up to. He hasn’t even presented yet, but his parents were so sure he couldn’t be anything but Alpha, unlike his disaster of an Omega father.

But Eddie didn’t have to worry about it anymore. They were back in LA, and Chris had many figures in his life he could look up to no matter what he turned out to be, including their now roommate, the best Alpha Eddie has ever known.

And Eddie didn't really worry about any technicalities of sharing space with Buck. They always worked like clockwork. Before moving to Texas, Buck spent more time there than he did not. The hint of woodsy scent, lined up by freshly mown grass and the rainforest of Buck’s smell, always lingered in most corners of that house. Eddie even had one of Buck’s hoodies always on display somewhere in his bedroom so it would be there, too. The rest, Eddie was sure, they could figure out. There really shouldn't be many issues, like Eddie couldn't remember when he went into heat last time. Too much stress and probably trauma from his first disastrous heat he went into after he presented, that was what he heard from many doctors. And if Buck needed some space for his rut, Eddie could work something out for a couple of days. He wasn't worried about that.

So living with Buck wasn’t the problem at all.

Eddie even thought of it as a blessing when they drove home from a grueling shift, the first 48h one since Eddie came back to the 118. Eddie didn’t have to move a finger on the way back, and after months of driving people around, it was nice to sit on the passenger seat for a change. And then they both collapsed on the couch, too tired to even move to the bed, and Eddie passed out in a blink, half-aware of his head slipping on Buck’s shoulder to his chest.

But it was so comfortable there.

Comfortable, warm, and pillowy-soft. Eddie felt like he was wrapped in a blanket, his feet tucked carefully in, and kissed on the top of his head. Maybe it was just Buck’s arm sliding along Eddie’s back, maybe it was his smell surrounding Eddie so neatly, or maybe he really got covered with a blanket; he couldn’t tell.

He didn’t even know when everything got syrupy sweet. There was a figure above him, or more like… all around him. Eddie could feel it everywhere. When he reached with his hand, he was met with a warm, soft body. A chest. He was holding out to a plump chest, he realized, when his thumbs grazed over nipples.

“Eddie,” a sweet whisper filled up his ears. Eddie knew that voice, but he wasn’t in a state of mind to recognize it now. Everything was covered in molasses. There were hands on Eddie, too. Big and strong, moving everywhere, grasping on Eddie like he was a lifeline. Eddie never felt like this in his life.

“Alpha.” It took a while for Eddie to realize it was him calling out. A body suddenly moved closer, and now Eddie felt filled. He didn't really know what was happening, but it was so good, so right, and he was gasping now.

“My sweet Omega.” Eddie really knew that voice. He knew that voice, and he was so close to figuring it out, but when he opened his eyes, he was in his living room again.

He was out of breath, hot and sticky, still plastered to Buck’s chest, and it took him a good while to realize that he was also hard and his hips were rolling in little movements, humping the couch.

Eddie stilled with mortification, and then he shifted on Buck's chest to look at his face. He was still sleeping, his features blissfully unaware, and Eddie let out a breath he was holding. He hid into Buck's sternum, trying to even out his breathing and willing everything to calm down. This was when his nose was met with an unfamiliar scent. It was weird. Eddie had collected every undertone Buck had. He knew his usual, calm and collected smell of rain, freshly mowed grass. He knew the burnt glint to it when they were on calls, and Buck was a mix of adrenaline, rush of excitement, and a healthy amount of fear. He knew how that fear took over in a more burnt scent when something went wrong. Eddie was also very familiar with the minty smell of Buck's happiness. But this? Eddie could feel all the usual in the background, mixed with the mint, but there was something sweeter in the first place. The faint tones of cinnamon, richer when Eddie nuzzled harder into Buck’s chest. Something that made Eddie dizzy, almost like in that dream. It also made Eddie want to chase that smell, and his heart picked up the rhythm again.

Eddie wasn't sure what was going on, but he had to get out of this. It all felt like something not his to have, and he needed a shower. A cold one, probably. With a small, tired grunt, he pulled himself up and gave Buck one more small look.

“Eddie?” he asked, still half-asleep.

“Yeah, go back to sleep, Buck,” Eddie whispered, squeezing Buck’s thigh, which he only now realized he was holding onto when he got his back from the couch.

“Mhm,” Buck hummed with a relaxed smile and his breath evened out again.

Eddie waited for a couple of minutes to make sure Buck wasn’t in that shallow slumber, and only then did he get up and pad to the bathroom. Thankfully, he wasn’t hard anymore, but the dizziness lingered. Eddie felt like he was still halfway in that dream, not fully awake. He stood under a warm spray for longer than usual, but the water falling down his body felt really good and calming. Eddie also reached for Buck’s body wash with a citrus smell that always mixed really well with Buck’s scent. 

Eddie didn’t really want to get out, but the water started running cold. He turned it off and took a deep breath. There was a weird uneasiness deep inside his bones that didn’t get washed away with the water as he had hoped for. He got out of the shower, dried himself with a towel, and dressed in comfy clothes. The ones he fell asleep in were damp with his sweat and needed washing. He absentmindedly threw them into the hamper, but something made him still. The scent in there was a perfect mix of his, Buck’s, and Chris’, his little pack, his Omega voice called out. The same voice also told him to just grab it all. To grab it and take it to his bedroom. Eddie just shook his head and got out of the bathroom, but that restless feeling inside him tugged his insides and almost made him nauseous.

“Do you have any wishes for dinner?” Buck greeted him, the moment Eddie stepped into the kitchen. Eddie checked the time, a little surprised that Buck wasn’t still sleeping. God, he was in the shower for almost half an hour. That was unusual for his neat routine that stayed with Eddie ever since the army days.

“Uh, not sure, I’m not really hungry.” Eddie shrugged, leaning his shoulder on the fridge. Buck immediately abandoned the mugs he was holding and turned over to give Eddie a big once-over.

“Are you okay, Eddie?” he asked with a worried voice and stepped closer. Eddie felt a little bit better the moment Buck was so close to him.

“Just worn out, I guess. It was my first 48, I forgot how exhausting it can get.” Eddie sighed, but Buck didn’t look convinced. He was still eyeing Eddie intently and his palm landed flat on Eddie’s forehead.

“Your shower took forever and… you’re kinda hot, you’re sure it’s just that? Maybe we should get you checked.” Buck mused, and now both of his hands grabbed Eddie’s cheeks, he was assessing Eddie’s whole face like it could give him an answer. 

“Buck, I’m fine. It’s really nothing, I will get some rest, and I’m sure there will be nothing for you to worry about,” Eddie said, and maybe he was also trying to convince himself of those words. Getting sick was the last thing he needed right now. He just got back to work.

“If you say so.” Buck sighed deeply and let go of Eddie’s cheeks. “But you’re resting today, not moving your damn fingers.” Did Buck just use his Alpha voice on him? And why did Eddie suddenly want to get on his knees? 

“Buck,” Eddie muttered in warning, but it didn’t impress Buck much. He just got back to his mugs, putting the tea bags in them.

“Take this or I’m dragging you to the doctor myself.” yeah, it was definitely Buck's Alpha voice, and it was working, because Eddie didn't have it in him to put up a fight about it. Actually, another nap sounded nice.

“Alright, if you insist.” Eddie shrugged, and when Buck looked at him, his features softened.

“I do.” Buck smiled, and something purred in contentment deep inside Eddie.

“I’m gonna lay down in bed,” Eddie announced, heaving his shoulder from the fridge.

“Good. But don’t fall asleep just yet, I’ll make you some tea and bring it to you.”

“Thanks, Buck.” Eddie wasn’t sure why his cheeks felt like they were burning, but he headed out before Buck could notice.

He got to the bedroom, and it was far more chill in here than in the other rooms. Before giving it much thought, Eddie reached for the old, worn LAFD hoodie from the armchair. He didn’t need to check the back of it to know it had Buckley imprinted there. He could smell it. 

Eddie didn’t manage to stay awake. The moment he put on the hoodie and plopped into bed, his eyes felt too heavy. He wasn’t fully asleep when the bedroom door quietly opened, and then he could hear Buck’s little chuckle.

“Sleep well, Eds,” he whispered, and Eddie felt the warmth spilling all over him. Yes, alpha. The little voice prompted at the back of his head, and then everything drifted away.

Eddie woke up to the smell of food coming from a slightly ajar door. Physically, he felt better. He wasn't that much nauseous anymore, maybe even hunger slowly replaced that feeling with every sniff of something delicious that Buck must have been preparing. He didn't wake up drenched in sweat; Buck’s hoodie still smelled like him. But the uneasiness lingered. Eddie couldn't put his finger on that feeling, grasp on where that was coming from. 

The minutes passed by, and he wasn’t sure what to do with that. It was like that inner part was demanding something, but Eddie didn’t know what. Dwelling on that only made his head hurt, so he got up with a soft sigh, hid his hands inside slightly too big sleeves of Buck's hoodie, and padded to the kitchen. Before he even got there, he could hear the sweet mix of Buck and Chris' laughter. He instantly relaxed, and he couldn't help the smile that bloomed on his face.

Eddie stopped at the threshold, taking in the sight of Chris sitting at the kitchen table and Buck stirring something at the stove. Buck noticed him first.

“Oh, did we wake you up?” Buck asked with worry written all over his face. Eddie also noticed the way his eyes scanned Eddie, as if he were trying to assess the situation.

“No, but you could have woken me up before Chris got back.”

“Nah, you slept too cute. Besides, I told you, you’re not lifting a finger for the rest of the day. Sit at the table, and dinner will be ready in a moment.” Before Eddie could even think, his feet dragged him away to take a seat right next to Chris.

It wasn’t the first time Buck cooked for him; the number would probably be in the triple digits by now, but still, Eddie could purr. He never really did, he wasn't even sure if he was able to, but he felt so content right now, seated right next to his pup, watching as Buck poured him a bowl of chicken noodle soup. He was considerate enough to cook something not too spicy for Eddie's troubled stomach. Eddie hummed pleasantly when Buck put the bowl right in front of him, and Eddie was sure that if he didn’t actively suppress that sound, he really could purr.

Eddie felt better with the first spoon of liquid gold in his mouth. Buck sat in front of them, with a bowl on his own, which he didn’t pay much attention to as he watched Eddie. He smiled with content when Eddie was halfway through his meal, and only then did he start eating. Eddie didn’t say a word, he didn’t roll his eyes, he didn’t even sigh with exasperation. He just let Buck do that. Look after him. It didn’t feel like hovering, and it actually spread warmth all over Eddie’s body. His inner voice was pleased, and it made Eddie more relaxed, so he wasn’t about to question it now.

The rest of the day stretched into the night before Eddie even blinked, spent mostly on the couch with Buck sitting beside him. When they finished watching a movie, Eddie was dozing on Buck’s shoulder.

“Eddie?” A soft murmur of Buck’s voice drifted Eddie away from that state, but at the same time, his gentle fingers running over Eddie’s hair kept him right on the doorstep of falling asleep again.

“Mhm,” Eddie just hummed, letting Buck know that he heard him.

“We should move to the bed, your back is going to hate you if you sleep the night like this.”

“Mhm,” Eddie hummed again, but made no move to change the current position they were in. Buck just chuckled.

“Do you want me to take you there, sleeping princess?” Buck asked, and Eddie suddenly felt hot all over. He shifted his head a little up to look into Buck’s eyes. He was met with those pretty blues already drawn to him with sparkling mischief. Eddie forgot how to speak.

“I—Uh…”

“You don’t think I could?” Buck raised one of his eyebrows in challenge.

“I didn’t say that.” Eddie needed to back out of that conversation. He didn’t know why it got him so flustered like that and why some part of him didn’t want to back out. Quite the opposite.

“Alright, then let’s go.” Buck was still smiling when he got up, and Eddie’s mouth hung open as he was lifted up with ease, bridal style.

“I also think I’ve got my fill of sleep for the next couple of days,” Eddie added, as he couldn’t really remember when was the last time he slept so much during the day.

“As you should, you deserve to rest, Eddie.” Buck pointed out stepping through the threshold of the bedroom. Then he very gently laid Eddie to bed, and there was that small part of Eddie that mourned the loss of his touch right now. Buck didn’t get into the bed, though. He stayed there, hunched over Eddie with weird tension in his shoulders. He also didn’t smell like cinnamon anymore.

“You’re not going to bed?” Eddie asked with a pout when Buck headed out back to the door instead of right next to him.

“I, uh— I think I will crash on the couch tonight.”

“Oh.” Eddie keened quietly. “Why?” It didn’t make any sense, and Eddie immediately felt unsettled with that idea. 

“I don’t know, you don’t want your bed to yourself tonight?” Buck asked with a shrug, and there was that voice in Eddie’s head that immediately yelled ‘no’ followed by ‘stay, alpha’ but that one Eddie refused to hear.

“Why would I?” Eddie just asked in a small whisper instead.

“I don’t know, it just feels like I’m invading your space.” No, Eddie really couldn’t have that.

“Buck, we’re way past that. I told you before. I want you in my space. You could never invade it because you’re welcome here. So quit that and get in here.” Eddie announced resolutely. Buck looked at him for a little while, and then he sighed quietly.

“Just give me one more second, okay? I’ll be right back. I’ll check the locks first.” Buck said, and then he disappeared.

Eddie got himself under the duvet, leaning more to Buck’s side of the bed. When he turned his head, he was met with Buck’s pillow and his calming scent. Eddie closed his eyes, waiting patiently for Buck’s return. For someone this big and not always aware of it, Buck came back to the bedroom very silently. Eddie didn’t hear him, but he felt the drop of the mattress right next to him. He just sat on the bed for a while, and Eddie could feel his stare on himself. Eventually, he got under the duvet and laid down. Without much thinking, Eddie shuffled closer and nuzzled into his chest. All the tension immediately bled out of Buck’s body, and he relaxed with a soft huff.

Eddie was too sleepy to notice that this time he was actually purring.

Eddie thought everything was back to normal. Not in that ‘repeat something so many times that you started to believe it’ way, but he genuinely felt like nothing was out of order. Well, maybe Buck getting up before him on their day off wasn’t the usual, but the rest really was pretty much the same.

But that was up until Eddie walked into the kitchen and was met with the sight of bare-chested Buck flipping pancakes on the pan. His tits, really, there was no way not to call them that, on full display, and Eddie wanted to bite them, dig his teeth into the flesh until they left small indendations. And maybe Eddie was never much of a tit-guy before, but that didn’t mean he couldn't appreciate nice cleavage when he saw it. But right now, Eddie had to actively stop himself from marching up behind Buck’s back and reaching for his pecs.

“You’re up.” Buck grinned when he finally noticed Eddie.

“Um, yeah. Morning, Buck.” Eddie cleared his throat as he reached for his mug from the cabinet.

“How are you feeling?” Buck asked, and up to this point, Eddie felt really good, but right now? He wasn’t so sure. His heart was pounding in his chest, a sudden rush of heat waved through his body, and he also had to swallow, because he was salivating. Buck’s hand landed on Eddie’s forehead, checking up on him again, and Buck chewed on his lips. His lips that were plump and so pink. Eddie was lost for words.

“You’re still a little bit warmed up, Eddie.” Buck worried.

“Or you’re too cold. Without the t-shirt and all,” Eddie muttered, turning away from Buck’s gaze and hand as he reached for the kettle.

“Fair, but Eddie…” Buck’s eyes were insistently pinned on Eddie. He could feel them while he poured the water into the kettle and after, when he was trying to decide the tea of the day.

“Yeah?” Eddie didn’t risk looking back at Buck.

“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?” Buck asked with his pleading voice. Eddie was sure he also pulled out his puppy eyes, but he wasn’t about to find out.

“Of course. It’s really nothing to worry about, Buck. I’m better.” Eddie promised, and he could hear Buck sighing with slight relief.

“Your soup healed me,” Eddie chuckled, and he finally turned to look at Buck just in time to see the pink flush blooming on his cheeks. How Eddie wished it was the full truth, but something was lurking deep down in him that no amount of warm, homemade meals could heal. No matter how hard Buck would try. But Eddie was unfamiliar with this feeling; he couldn’t tell what it all meant.

And he was trying, oh, all day he was trying so hard to understand what it meant. Why did his tummy seem to be doing somersaults at random moments? He sat beside Buck on the couch, and there it was. 

He was itching with energy, so he decided to do the laundry, and when he unfolded the hamper, there it was again. He did nothing at all, just plumped on the bed with a heavy sigh, and again, the feeling like something was coiling in his stomach. At first, they were almost harmless, but the twist inside was growing and growing into something more painful. It came in waves, flashing him with a cramp of muscles, and then was gone. Eddie could almost forget about it until the next one.

Trying to hide all of that from Buck wasn’t easy when he watched Eddie with scrutinizing eyes all the time. Every time Eddie turned to look at Buck, if he saw his wince of pain or how he had to wipe his forehead from sweat again, Buck’s eyes were already there. On Eddie. Quietly assessing, gathering information like pieces of paper, and collecting them into an album in his brain. Eddie was bracing himself for an impending question.

Honestly, Eddie was kind of impressed that it only came when they were getting ready for bed and Buck was making sure he had his alarm set up.

“Maybe you should call in sick tomorrow, Eddie.” Buck sighed, lying on his side of the bed. Eddie stopped fluffing his pillow to look at Buck.

“What?”

“Our shift. Maybe you should stay home.” Buck shrugged, and yeah, Eddie knew what he meant, he just didn’t really understand that.

“Why?”

“Eddie, I saw you wincing all day. Really, what is going on?” Buck asked with his sad puppy eyes. Eddie sighed quietly, plopping his head onto the pillows.

“Buck, I’m fine. It’s probably just from the stress, I always react like that.” It wasn't a lie, not entirely. 

“Okay, what exactly is stressing you out?” That was the thing, right? Because Eddie actually couldn’t think of many reasons to be stressed right now. For the first time in his life, probably. Sure, there were things Eddie could never get rid of, things that came with being a parent territory, or working in a risky job, but besides that? Everything was almost too good. Maybe Eddie was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because there was always the other shoe.

“Right now? You and your questions.” Eddie chose the safest option now, which was deflecting with banter. Buck didn't buy it, though.

“Eddie, I’m serious. I’m not trying to stress you, I just want to help.” 

“And you do help, I really appreciate it. It’s just… I don’t know, I feel weird lately,” Eddie admitted, but he didn't like the worried expression on Buck's face. “I mean, mentally, and it’s bothering me that I can’t figure it out. That makes me stressed, so my body is reacting to that, like a never-ending cycle.”

“I feel like this could be my fault. I should start looking for my own place and get out of your hair,” Buck said, looking really guilty, and Eddie’s inner voice almost growled ‘no’. Eddie wanted to pounce at Buck right now, paw at his chest, pin him to the bed, and never let go. He settled with just looking at Buck, feeling his eyes getting all watery. 

“Buck, no, stop. I like having you here,” Eddie promised. The idea of Buck moving out filled him with a sudden dread.

“But it’s your nest, Eddie. You may think it’s fine, but I’m intruding on your space, and maybe this is what's getting you all unsettled,” Buck suggested with a sad little smile, and it was tearing Eddie inside.

“No,” Eddie keened. He couldn’t stand it anymore and moved closer to rest his cheek on Buck’s chest. He could feel the thrum of Buck’s heartbeat on his skin, and he took a deep breath, letting Buck’s scent wash over him. How could Buck say things like that when, only in moments like this, Eddie felt remotely normal? If anything, Buck was making everything better.

“No?”

“It’s nonsense, Buck. I’ve never really needed to nest, and you’ve certainly never intruded on my space. It was never an issue,” Eddie said, and Buck let out a quiet sigh. Eddie felt his hand landing gently on Eddie’s back, and then it was just lying there. Warm and steady.

“Okay. But, Eddie, I need you to tell me if that changes,” Buck asked, and something calmed inside Eddie. Buck wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Mhm. M’promise,” Eddie mumbled. He could rest now, while Buck’s breathing lulled him into slumber.

When Buck’s alarm blasted first thing in the morning, Eddie really considered calling in sick today. But it lasted only a second, because the thought of sitting in an empty house, with Buck somewhere out there, filled Eddie with sudden dread. He just gritted his teeth through another cramp and got up a moment after Buck. Lying in bed without him didn’t seem so nice, after all.

Buck didn’t bring that up again. He silently made Eddie his breakfast, Earl Grey together with scrambled eggs, which Eddie couldn’t finish even in half. He wasn’t that hungry, and one more bite threatened him with nausea. Buck didn’t say a word; he just silently observed in that way that made Eddie shudder a little bit, because it meant that he noticed. And honestly, Buck being so quiet made everything worse. Eddie was squirming in his seat all the way to the station.

Usually, silence wasn't anything bad. Eddie learned that Buck didn't feel the need to fill up the space with words when he was really relaxed, so Eddie knew it was a sign of trust. A sign that not many people had been gifted with. But not today. 

Today, it felt loaded with unspoken words and the tension that only served as fuel to Eddie's uneasy mind. And Eddie really didn't want to keep Buck in the dark, but the problem was that he himself was pretty much in the dark.

When Buck finally pulled into the station parking lot, he turned off the gear with a sigh and gave Eddie a small look.

“Just… take it easy today, okay?” Buck asked with pleading eyes. Eddie didn’t have it in him to pull any fight at that. One Buck’s look was enough to make him fold like a piece of paper.

“I will.”

“You promise?”

“I do.”

“Alright,” Buck sighed again, but this time it was more a pleased huff than a tired exhale. “And if you feel worse, you’re saying it.”

“Buck,” Eddie warned because Buck was pushing his limits. There was a line between looking after and hovering, and Buck was dancing on it. He didn’t cross it yet, but it was a close call.

“It doesn’t have to be me. You can go to anyone, but you’re not gritting your teeth through it.” 

Eddie wondered if Buck was even aware that he once again used his Alpha voice. Was he doing it on purpose, or was it just a slip? Either way, it made it impossible for Eddie not to listen.

“Fine.”

“Okay. It’s a deal. So let’s go now.”

Throwing himself into work helped Eddie get a little out of his head at first. Only in between calls, when he was sitting in the ambulance, he felt cramps again, and he had to loosen the collar of his shirt a little, because it was making him too hot in his skin. On their way back from the small kitchen fire, Hen picked up on it and gave him a look.

“Are you alright, Eddie?” she asked, and Eddie couldn’t help the roll of his eyes.

“Did Buck recruit you to do that?”

“Well, no. He was probably too busy watching you from afar.” Hen nudged him with a shoulder when they stopped at the red light. Eddie didn’t like the jittery feeling on his skin from the touch. It was like he was filled with static, and someone put a magnet on his body.

“You’re sweating and the AC is on full blast,” Hen explained, and Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s hot today.”

“Is it, though? Maybe you should check—” whatever Hen got on her mind died on her tongue when they were called through the radio to respond to a pile-up two blocks away. They got there before the engine. Three cars were at the scene, but the first one seemed to be the least damaged. The driver was already out of the vehicle, and he ran to the ambulance the second Hen pulled over.

“Here!” the driver, a middle-aged man, shouted, grabbing at Eddie’s arm. He almost hissed at the contact, but he reminded himself to stay professional as he followed the man.

“Sir, I’m gonna need to check you, too, but I’ll take a look at other drivers first. In the meantime, no sudden movement, alright?” Eddie asked, getting to the further car while Hen took over the middle one.

“I didn’t see the kid, I swear, he came out of nowhere!”

“The kid?” Eddie straightened his back, immediately alerted.

“He’s fine, I hit the brakes and managed to stop,” the driver explained, and Eddie didn’t like how close he was standing. He didn’t look frantic or in shock, but something in his gaze made Eddie shiver. Not in a good way.

“Sir, can you please stand back and rest?” Eddie asked, as politely as he could, while leaning through the broken window to check the pulse of the unconscious driver. 

“Maybe I could help—”

“—He asked you for something.” Eddie glanced behind his shoulder and saw Buck striding in their direction with his posture inflated. He looked two times bigger than he was, and Buck was never a small man, in the first place. When he was close enough, his hand immediately landed on the small of Eddie’s back. His touch was a relief and torture in equal measure. Eddie felt it hot on his skin even through the layer of his uniform, but a small part inside purred in comfort.

“Is he bothering you?” Buck asked quietly, almost leaning into Eddie’s ear.

“Jesus, you don’t have to mark your territory. I just wanted to help.” The driver scoffed, but he walked away. Eddie saw with his peripheral vision that Hen took him over.

“I didn’t— That’s not—” Buck stuttered, and when Eddie looked at him, his cheeks were flushed.

“I know, Buck. Will you help me with the doors?” Eddie asked, swiping the sweat out of his forehead. When did it get so hot here? It wasn’t particularly sunny today, but Eddie felt like he was in a frying pan.

“Yeah, I—yeah.” Buck nodded, and Eddie moved to make space for him.

God, Eddie was so drenched in sweat that it was getting uncomfortable.

“I’m just gonna…” Buck grunted as he leveraged the doors with the halligan. Eddie just watched how Buck's muscles constricted with effort, and his mouth watered. “Okay, ready to go,” Buck announced when the door snapped open and he stepped back. 

Eddie had to blink a few times, and then he moved to the driver. Eddie secured his neck, checked for other injuries, and when he was ready to transport, Buck and Ravi moved him to the gurney. From there, he was taken over by another team, and Eddie turned over to see Hen treating the victim from the other car in their ambulance.

Without risking a glance in Buck’s direction, Eddie headed to the other medic.

“Do you need a hand?” Eddie asked when he didn’t need to scream.

“Can you just pack the bag? I left it by the car.”

“Sure.” Eddie nodded as he jogged to the vehicle in question. He spotted the bag after a second and leaned to grab it when he heard a loud sniff right at his shoulder.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” It was that driver from the first car. Now, when Eddie glanced at his eyes, he knew what had given him the creeps before. He was looking at Eddie with hunger in them, like Eddie was his prey to hunt on.

“Excuse me?”

“I wouldn’t let such a sweet Omega like you wander around like this. I can take really good care of you, hon.” He batted his eyelashes, and Eddie scoffed. He knew that type. Alphas that preened their muscles, but they were nothing but bark. 

“I doubt that.” Eddie chuckled, and the Alpha’s features immediately hardened. He wanted to grab Eddie’s hand, but Eddie was faster. Now he looked furious.

“Bitches like you should stay at home. You’re fucking begging for it with that stink of yours. I just wanted to do you a f—” he didn’t manage to finish when Buck shoved the guy away from Eddie.

“Do you need a postcard to get the message?” Buck growled, and Eddie felt the shiver running down his spine. The other Alpha almost collapsed, but he managed to steady himself. He wasn’t so close anymore, and he gave Eddie one more look before he started walking away.

“Slut!” he spat on the pavement and then almost ran away.

“Eddie, are you—”

“—I had that. You didn’t have to do that,” Eddie muttered as he walked away. He didn’t trust himself right now; he needed to move away.

“Eddie?” Buck called when Eddie was halfway to the ambulance, but thankfully, he didn’t follow. When Eddie got to his seat, he was shaking. Hen was still treating the patient, so Eddie had a second to catch a breath. It wasn’t good, it really fucking wasn’t good. His heart was thumping in his chest like it wanted to cut through his ribs.

“What was that?” Hen asked when she jumped into the driver’s seat.

“Can you just drive? Please?” Eddie asked back with a weak whisper.

“Eddie?”

“I just need to get back to the station,” Eddie begged, and Hen turned on the gear with a quiet sigh. She didn’t say anything more, and Eddie slumped into his seat, closing his eyes. He needed to stay focused. Not drifting away. Not yet, not here.

The whole way to the hospital and back to the station was torture. Every pothole made Eddie jump in his seat and hyperaware of his body. The seatbelt was digging into his shoulder in the way as if someone was pinching tiny little needles into his muscles. He was too hot.

Eddie wanted to crawl out from his own skin.

“Can you tell Chim I need a second?” Eddie asked when Hen finally pulled over into the open bay.

“This might take more than a second, I’m afraid,” Hen said with a sympathetic smile and her hand hanging in the air, like she almost reached for Eddie's shoulder, but decided against it.

“Hen.” It was barely a whisper, and Hen just nodded.

Eddie wanted to cry.

He got out of the ambulance and stumbled into the bunkroom, barely even thinking, as he followed the scent. The sweetest scent known to a man. Buck’s scent. His nose led him straight to his bunk, and Eddie snatched his blanket. He wrapped himself around it and plopped there, on Buck's bed.

Eddie didn't know when he started wailing, but it stopped only when Eddie was surrounded by Buck's scent. Almost as if he was hugging Eddie right now.

He wasn’t stupid. Despite the evidence that might testify against him, he really wasn't stupid. Eddie could put things together. He just didn't want to. Or rather, he didn't want it to be true.

Eddie was going into a heat.

He was going into a heat, and it felt like all those years where he was free from it had accumulated, and now he was hit with a current so strong that keeping afloat wasn’t an option. He was drowning, and he didn't know what to do.

And it seemed like there wasn't much to do for him, after all. He wasn't prepared in the slightest, just like that first time, so he could just accept his fate and simply pray to survive to whatever entity that decided that Eddie Diaz should be an Omega.

He curled himself on Buck's bunk, trying to scramble as much of the Alpha’s scent as he could. But it wasn't enough. Eddie mewled, a high-pitched, wallowing sound, because Buck's scent didn't have the usual calming effect. It only made Eddie realize how horribly empty he was. His last resort of comfort was just shredded from him, and, honestly, he wasn't sure if he was gonna make it through alive.

“Eddie?” Buck asked, and his worried voice startled Eddie. He didn't hear when they got back from the call, and he didn't hear when Buck got in here. Eddie didn't know how much of it Buck witnessed, but it didn't really matter as another mewl just left his throat.

“You’re going into heat.” It wasn’t a question. Buck knew. He knew, and he didn't run away. He slowly strided in, like Eddie was some spooked animal. He didn't run away as if Eddie wasn't disgusting to look at like that.

“I can’t,” Eddie wailed as he curled harder into Buck’s blanket.

“Oh, Eddie…”

“No, you don’t under—stand.” Eddie wheezed. He was interrupted mid-word with a cramp so strong that it almost knocked him out. His cheeks were wet from tears. He was not gonna survive this

Eddie finally risked taking a glance at Buck. That was all it took for Buck to sit next to him and wrap his arms around Eddie. 

“Shhh,” Buck hushed, running soothing circles over Eddie’s back. Finally, something that brought Eddie some relief. Not much, he was still horribly empty, after all, but at least his Omega voice inside his head stopped wailing so loudly. Eddie tried shifting closer, and he managed to bury his nose into Buck’s neck. His scent there was so intense that it got Eddie dizzy. “I’ve got you,” Buck murmured, and Eddie whined. Yes, Alpha, Please, Alpha.

“Buck.” Eddie had to scrabble the rest of what was left of his brain, not fogged by the heat yet, to actually call him by his name.

“Let’s get you home, okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie nodded weakly and let himself be led. 

Buck had him. His Alpha had him.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he found himself in the car, but he was sitting on the passenger seat, with the seatbelt locked in and no Buck in sight. Was he even here before? Did Eddie crawl here on his own? A pathetic little whine left his throat when he couldn’t remember where Buck went. Eddie must have imagined it all. He was all on his own with that gnarling emptiness inside.

His stomach cramped so bad, Eddie felt like his guts were twisting. He curled in on himself as much as the seatbelt let him. This was when Eddie realized it wasn’t just sweat making him feel so wet and gross. His underwear and pants were all soaked with his slick. He probably must have stained the car seat by now.

Buck's sweet scent was the first thing Eddie noticed. Eddie didn't know when he got here or how long he had been calling Eddie's name, but when he looked at Buck, the blue of his eyes was shadowed with worry.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie felt the guilt creeping on him. The guilt that Buck had to look at him like this, that he didn't notice what was going on earlier, and that Eddie made him worry.

“Eddie, no. There's nothing you should be sorry for,” Buck promised, his voice earnest.

“The seat. It’s gross.”

“It’s not. Don’t worry about it.” Buck shrugged with a soft smile as he shifted on his seat a little closer to Eddie. His hand hung in the air, and Eddie’s entire being almost sang at the prospect of his touch, but he hesitated and moved back. Eddie closed his eyes and couldn’t stop the helpless whimper that made out of his mouth.

“You got the leave, and Hen is gonna pick up Chris from school today. Tomorrow, he will go to Pepa’s, so you can just focus on yourself. Do you have someone to call?” Buck asked, and Eddie didn’t really understand what he meant. Who would he want to call right now? He would rather lock himself in the deepest dungeon known to man, so no one could see him like that. The only person his omega accepted in such a state was just sitting right beside him.

“What?”

“I don’t know how you usually spend your heats, do you have someone to help you?” 

Eddie’s brain was working overtime for a second. He thought… Well, Buck said he had him. But as usual, Eddie probably just wanted too much, and Buck didn’t mean it like that. He was a good friend, so he didn’t want to leave Eddie completely on his own, but Eddie was a lot like this. 

“Oh. No.” Eddie schooled his expression, fighting his tears. But another cramp just hit him, and a whine was ripped out of him.

“No?” Buck seemed genuinely surprised. “So how do you—”

“—I don’t have heats, Buck,” Eddie mumbled, and Buck’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“What?”

“I don’t have heats,” Eddie repeated, this time louder, and finally gave him a look. Buck blinked a few times, as if he was trying to comprehend what he just heard.

“You’re on suppressants,” Buck prompted. It wasn’t really a question, and Eddie shook his head. 

“No. Like… I don’t have them at all. I had one when I presented, and it was… well…” Eddie didn’t want to go back to that time. His brain was usually shutting him down on it, probably trying to protect himself from this memory.

“Alright, that’s okay.” Buck nodded a few times, and he looked a little bit frantic. His leg was bouncing, and when Eddie tried to decipher his scent, he could feel the burnt tones mixed with that sweet cinnamon smell. It was a confusing combination. “Do you have anything, then?”

“Like what?” Eddie asked, trying to fight with daze fogging his brain. Eddie knew the basic biology, he was a trained paramedic, and they sometimes had calls to omegas in distress because of unexpected heats, but this was different. He couldn’t translate his knowledge to his current situation. Nothing made sense anymore.

“Supplies. There are like… knotting dildos or, at least maybe just a regular one could also get you some relief,” Buck explained a little sheepishly, and Eddie felt so stupid. He should know all of that. 

“No. I’ve never taken a knot.” Eddie sighed, and Buck looked at him with his eyes suddenly really wide.

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, let me think,” Buck pressed his fingers to his temple in wonder. “I will get you something. I could call Karen or something. It’s not enough time for proper research. But let’s get you home first, and until then, maybe I can give you something of mine,” Buck said, starting the car, and Eddie’s brain bluescreened for a good while. Buck managed to pull out of the parking lot when Eddie found his tongue again.

“Yours?”

“I’ve got toys,” Buck said casually. “I mean, they’re not exactly designed to help with heats, and I used them before so… I know it’s not ideal, but at least it’s something, right?”

“Right.” Eddie cleared his throat, and suddenly he felt ten times hotter than he already was. He also felt a fresh gush of slick soaking his clothes even more. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I wish I could do more.”

You could. Eddie’s brain supplied, but he didn’t say that out loud. He didn’t even dare to wonder what exactly he meant.

They both went silent after that, and when Eddie's mind didn't have anything to be occupied with, he was hit with the empty feeling inside. He never craved to be filled so badly. Buck would fill him so good, Eddie was sure of that. He wasn’t like all those alphas that made Eddie want to close his legs and never allow them near him. For Buck, Eddie could spread himself open; he just knew that Buck would treat his omega with nothing but kindness. But Buck didn't want Eddie like that; he wasn't Eddie's to have.

A small wail came out of his throat as Eddie shut his eyes hard and he dug his palms into his own thighs, but it wasn't the touch he so desperately wanted. He was painfully hard in his pants, and his hips started to seek small movements to find any relief, but it was fruitless. The car smelled like Eddie’s arousal right now; any other scent was just background noise.

“Just hang on, we’re almost there, Eds,” Buck said, and, besides his eyes still being a little bit wide, he didn’t look very affected. He was clutching the steering wheel really hard, though, Eddie’s eyes zeroed on his knuckles that went white. Eddie wished his hands gripped him like that. Solid and strong. Eddie tried to find out how he felt by his scent, but it was really hard to smell anything but Eddie’s slick. He could only catch the faintest hint of cinnamon in the air.

“Can you talk to me?” Eddie asked in a small voice, but his thoughts started to be unbearable. When Buck was talking, it was a little bit easier to just focus on him.

“Oh, sure.” Buck gave him a look, but the moment their eyes met, Buck quickly returned his gaze to the road. “But you mean like, distract you or… do you wanna talk more about—”

“—Distraction.”

“Alright, okay.” Buck nodded. “This is something I’m good with. I can do that.”

And with that, Buck filled the silence with his calming voice. He wasn't looking at Eddie; his eyes were focused on the road. Eddie wasn't even paying much attention to the actual words, just the timbre of his voice and how his tone was changing. There was something about the first day of fall, the autumnal equinox, and higher chances of seeing auroras on both Earth's poles. Eddie could listen to Buck reading the encyclopedia, and he wouldn't be bored. Fuck, Buck could probably talk him through the heat, and it would be enough to feel relief. Just Buck saying to him how good he was doing, or how he should touch himself. Eddie couldn’t help himself, as a tiny moan escaped from his mouth.

“Eddie?” Buck’s voice snapped him out of that haze. When Eddie opened his eyes, they were already on a driveway on South Bedford Street. 

Eddie suddenly was filled with dread. The thought of leaving the car looking like this twisted Eddie’s stomach with humiliation and shame. Everyone could probably tell what was going on with him right now. He would stink the whole neighbourhood with the smell of his heat the moment he opened the doors.

“I can’t,” Eddie whined, clutching at his seat. He shut his eyes again; he couldn’t face Buck right now, refusing to see the pity on his features.

“Eddie,” Buck called again, his voice still impossibly soft and soothing. Eddie flinched when he felt a hand gently touching his shoulder.

“I can’t, I just can’t.” Eddie sounded frantic even to his own ears, but he couldn’t help it.

“Just… wait for a second, okay? I—I’ll be back,” Buck promised, and then he got out of the car.

Eddie was alone again. He should get used to that feeling because Buck wouldn’t stay with him for much longer. He would have to deal with all that on his own. He let himself let out one small wail, but that was it. When he got to his bedroom, he could mewl and cry to his pillow till he wrung himself dry, but not right now.

When Buck opened his door, Eddie almost hissed at the sudden feeling of being exposed. But he was also wrapped in Buck’s soothing scent as Buck helped him get out and immediately threw his hoodie over Eddie’s shoulders. It was one of his biggest ones, it covered Eddie’s ass and reached to his thighs.

“Come on, Eddie, we’re almost there,” Buck murmured, and when Eddie looked up, he noticed that the front doors were already open, he just needed to sneak inside. With Buck’s arm holding him tight by the waist, they managed to get inside in no time. Buck didn’t let him go, yet. He led Eddie all the way to the bed, where he helped him sit down. How Eddie wished his hands would stay on Eddie’s waist just a little bit longer. Or for them to travel a bit lower, where Eddie wanted him so badly.

“Buck?” Eddie thought for a second about what Buck could say if Eddie just asked him to stay. He almost said it out loud, when Buck’s eyes landed on him, earnest and so caring.

“Yeah?” Buck asked as he kneeled in front of Eddie. His palm landed on Eddie’s knee. Eddie almost moaned at the touch.

“Thank you.” But Eddie couldn’t ask him for that. He already did so much more than anyone in Eddie’s life, asking for more would be just greedy. When Eddie wanted too much, he usually got punished for that, and he couldn’t risk losing Buck in any way.

“Of course, Eds. I—” Buck hesitated, and his thumb stopped running soothing circles on Eddie’s leg. Eddie’s traitorous brain hoped for a second that maybe Buck would say something else, something like ‘my sweet omega, let me take care of you’ but why would he do that? Eddie was not Buck’s omega, and he most certainly wasn’t sweet.

Whatever Buck thought of saying just stayed in the confidence of his mind as he leaned on his knees and reached for something from under the bed. A small locked box landed right next to Eddie’s thigh, and Buck fished a key out of his nightstand.

“Whatever is in there is yours now. Everything is clean and ready to go,” Buck announced giving Eddie the key, and Eddie probably must have been beetroot red. He could feel the embarrassment flushing his cheeks. Eddie just nodded, a little afraid that when he opened his mouth, he would beg him to stay. Buck looked at him for a while.

“Do you need anything else?”

Just you, please.

“No,” Eddie whispered instead, and Buck nodded, but he still made no move to go out. Eddie’s hands were itching to reach for him, so he gripped the bedsheets.

“Okay,” Buck sighed after what felt like forever. “I’m gonna— I will call Karen and get you something better. Can you hold on until then?” Buck asked, and Eddie just nodded weakly, even if everything screamed inside that he was not gonna survive it alone. He had to, he didn't have any other choice. He would rather wallow in agony than use Buck like that selfish voice wanted to.

“Alright, just hold on,” Buck said, giving Eddie one more scrutinizing look, and then he headed out. All sense of comfort evaporated from Eddie the moment Buck closed the door. Eddie frantically needed anything to hold onto, and whatever was left of his brain told him to get up, and Eddie was searching for things that smelled like Buck the most. He only managed to make two steps when a cramp hit him so hard that it knocked him to his knees. Eddie crawled to the hamper; the tears were blurring his vision, but he followed the scent. He turned it over while lying on the floor and grasped onto whatever he could find there. Buck’s uniform t-shirt was there, the one he was wearing on their last 48h, and Eddie hugged it close.

“Alpha.” Eddie’s brain supplied, and only when Eddie brought the fabric to his nose did he realize that he was saying it out loud. 

“Eddie?” He shut his eyes, getting another whiff of Buck’s smell. He could almost hear Buck’s voice calling his name, too, his mind must have truly been gone, completely fogged with the heat.

“Alpha, please,” Eddie mewled, and then he felt firm hands on his shoulders. It was a little bit too real to be all in Eddie’s imagination, and when he rolled over onto his back, he was met with Buck’s blues boring a hole into his soul. “Buck?”

“I thought I heard— Eddie.” For a second, Eddie felt a hot shiver of humiliation running through his spine, but Buck didn’t look disgusted. His eyes were wide open and his pupils blown wide; he swallowed, and Eddie traced the movement of his Adam’s apple.

“Alpha.” Eddie was absolutely out of control. It was a miracle he didn’t pounce on his best friend, but his hands were still on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Fuck, Eddie.” Buck gasped, and he was looking at Eddie like he wanted to devour him.

Eddie would let him. He would let Buck eat him limb by limb until he was consumed whole.

“Buck.” Eddie moaned, reaching to grab Buck whatever his hand met first, which turned out to be his bicep. Buck shut his eyes and let out a heavy huff.

“Eddie, I don’t know how much of a clear mind you have left, but tell me to stop and I will leave,” Buck promised, and the idea of Buck leaving again made Eddie let out a distressed keen.

“No, please.” To make his point, Eddie’s brain shoved him the idea to turn over and move his ass up, presenting to his alpha. It probably wasn’t as impressive as he was still fully dressed, but maybe he hoped Buck would rip his clothes off. 

“I thought you wouldn’t want my help,” Buck murmured, and he finally opened his eyes. His hand trailed from Eddie’s shoulder blade all the way down, down, down, until it finally gripped his ass, firmly.

“No.” Eddie tried to shake his head, but his cheek felt like it was glued to the floor.

“All the way from the station, you were torturing me with that sweet smell of yours, and I tried so hard to stay calm. I was so afraid to touch you, because I didn’t know if I could stop.”

“Don’t stop,” Eddie whined, and Buck’s hand reached lower, to the belt buckle of Eddie’s pants.

“I won’t,” Buck whispered, leaning closer, and Eddie could feel his hot breath on his earlobe. “I won’t stop until you're dripping full of my cum, and I’ll get that brain knot stupid. How would you like that?”

“Yes, alpha.” Eddie purred, something delighted at the idea.

“You must be uncomfortable in all those clothes.” Buck snided with a sweet smile, his tone just a tad mocking, he knew exactly that Eddie wasn't able to even reach for his pants right now. It made Eddie hot all over, and a little whine escaped his mouth.

“My poor omega, can’t even present properly, what should I do with you, huh?” Buck asked, his fingers expertly getting rid of Eddie’s belt.

“Buck.” Eddie groaned, only in half-warning because the other half was impossibly turned on right now. It didn't feel like just the heat. It was all Buck.

“Can’t even lift your finger and yet so pushy.”

“I can show you pushy.” Eddie looked at Buck through hooded eyes, and he almost got up on his hands, but Buck's palm landed flat between Eddie's shoulder blades and pushed him down, arching his back even more.

“I know you can. But you won’t. Let’s get you less desperate, and then you can be as pushy as you want,” Buck suggested, tugging Eddie’s pants down to his knees.

“Promise?” Eddie asked, trying to wriggle out of them fully, but Buck grabbed him by his hips.

“Yeah. I need to eat you out first,” Buck said with a smirk, and the blood left Eddie's brain. There was nothing there left for him to think other than ‘Buck, alpha, yes, please’. But even that didn't leave the confidence of Eddie's mind, just a long, drawn-out moan.

Buck moved closer and wrapped his arms over Eddie's waist. With little to no effort, he just lifted Eddie up and threw him on the bed. Eddie felt himself getting impossibly wetter at the display of Buck's strength. Eddie was now lying with his chest on the bed and his knees still on the floor.

“Fucking hell, Eddie, you smell so delicious.” Buck whined, and he bit Eddie through the material of his boxers still on. He was latching onto the fabric and moaning, all while he could taste it from the source instead.

“Buck, please,” The only thing it did was to spur Buck on, sucking harder. “Alpha.” Eddie whined, a needy little sound, as he gripped the sheets.

“Fuck,” Buck murmured, and then he finally snatched down Eddie’s boxers. He hissed a little when the cold air hit his hole. But nothing came after that. Buck’s hands were still too far away for Eddie’s liking, and he arched his back to present once again to the alpha.

“Eddie, I can’t believe you’re letting me see you like this,” Buck murmured somewhere behind Eddie’s back, and if Eddie was completely honest with himself, he couldn’t believe that either. He never craved to be filled before, and now he thought he was about to die if Buck didn't get in there in the next couple of minutes. His brain was also too occupied with pure want to feel shame about it. Not when Buck's hands travelled from the dips in Eddie's back, down to his asscheeks, with such reverence that he felt worshipped. The moment Eddie felt Buck spreading them open, exposing his hole even more, Buck let out a long moan.

“You're fucking dripping.” Buck gasped, and Eddie was about to combust. It was torture, but in the sweetest way possible. 

“And you’re doing nothing about it.” 

That egged Buck enough that he dived in, and Eddie could feel his tongue lapping at his hole. Eddie moaned, a high-pitched and surprised sound, but Buck didn't relent. He was licking Eddie's walls, and the wet sound of it was truly obscene. It wasn’t nearly enough for Eddie to feel even remotely satisfied, that voice inside his head screamed for more, but at the same time, it was everything. Everything that Eddie never dared to want but the need lay buried deep. Buck dug in there, and he seemed to make it his home. 

“Please, Buck.” Eddie’s voice was weak, he could barely make any sounds besides the moans that were ripped from him. But he got rewarded with Buck’s finger easily slipping in.

“You could just take it right here and now, yeah?” Buck murmured, and his tongue got replaced with another finger breaching in. Eddie was fucking sobbing into the sheets. “I know you could, but you deserve so much more, Eddie,” Buck whispered into Eddie’s ear, and he could also feel Buck’s whole body almost leaning on his back. So close yet not close enough.

“I want it.” Eddie keened.

“Yeah?” Buck’s voice sounded further away now, and Eddie could cry, but he could hear the clatter of Buck’s belt buckle. Yes, yes, yes.

“I want more, Alpha, please.”

Eddie had never taken a knot, or even a dick, before. The only time he allowed himself near his hole was during that first heat, many years ago, easily shoving four of his fingers inside. He wasn't very much resistant then, and he was even less now, with how wet and hot Buck got him. He could easily just slip in. But that clearly wasn’t in his plans yet, because when he leaned over again, his hand landed in the dip of his waist and slowly found its way to Eddie’s rim. His teasing fingers circled his hole, and when Eddie whined with desperation, three of his fingers breached in. He wasn't fucking Eddie with them, they were scissoring inside and searching for something. Eddie's hips buckled up with a loud cry when he found it.

“Don’t run from me, sweetheart." Buck tsked, continuing his assault on Eddie's prostate with one hand, and keeping him in place by his waist with the other.

“Buck,” Eddie gasped quietly, his mouth was so dry from his panting and litany of moans. He was trying to grip the sheets, but he didn't have enough power for that. His fists were clenching on the material the same way his ass clenched around Buck's fingers.

“Come on, babe, it’s gonna be easier if you give me your come right now,” Buck said with his voice soft and encouraging, and it sounded so good, Eddie almost came right here and there, but the omega part rioted against it. He wanted to do that right.

“No.” Eddie scrambled whatever was left of his mind, and once again, he tried to lift himself on his hand. Buck didn't stop him this time, but his weak arms did. He was trembling right now.

“No?” Buck asked, a little surprised, but he was still wearing his pretty smile. Like he was really enjoying the state he brought Eddie to. He probably was if the growl he let out was anything to go by.

“I want— ah —I want to come on your knot.” Eddie had to fight with moans ripping out of him as Buck didn’t stop massaging his prostate.

“You want to be my good omega?” Buck asked, his hand on Eddie’s waist, holding him a little bit tighter.

“Yes, Buck, please,” Eddie pleaded, and then Buck retreated his fingers from Eddie’s needy hole. He couldn’t stop disgruntled whining at the emptiness he was left with. 

“You are. Eddie, you are so good,” Buck whispered right into Eddie’s ear.

“No, I’m not.” Eddie really wanted to believe that, but if he was a good omega, Buck would already be in him. Eddie would be his. And Buck was just helping him because he was a good friend like that. He wasn't Eddie's to have.

“You are, and you're gonna take it so well,” Buck murmured, and he silenced all the voices in Eddie's head when he pushed his big cock inside. Eddie was being impossibly stretched, but it felt deliriously good. He could only moan and just feel it all.

“See? You’re perfect, Eddie, fuck.” Buck panted when he finally bottomed out.

“Alpha,” Eddie whined, finally satisfied and full. So impossibly full. Buck didn’t wait, didn’t give Eddie even a second to adjust to the feeling. He just started to piston his hips, pulling almost fully out and then coming back with a powerful thrust. Eddie never felt this good in his entire life. His head was empty except for Buck and his big, skilled dick filling Eddie to the brim.

“Yeah, just take it like a sweet, good omega you are, Eds. You just need my knot, yeah?” Buck growled, and his next thrust rubbed Eddie’s prostate.

“Please.” The smallest whimper came out of Eddie’s throat, he was so close already.

“You’re gonna get it. You’re gonna get it so soon, Eddie. Taking me so well, swallowing me whole. I’m not gonna last.” Buck grunted, giving Eddie a particularly hard thrust, and he could already feel the telltale swell where Buck’s knot was gonna pop.

A small wail came out of Eddie's throat. He wanted it so bad, but it also meant it was gonna end soon. Buck didn’t promise to take care of Eddie’s whole heat. It could very much just be that one time, to ease Eddie's pain and buy him more time.  

“Eddie?” Of course, Buck was so attuned to Eddie that he immediately picked up on the change. His thrusts became shallower, still there, but weaker.

“Alpha,” Eddie whined, not happy with the slower pace. He tried to chase Buck’s dick with his hips, but Buck’s hold on Eddie’s waist got tighter.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Buck sounded really worried now, and it felt like he was about to pull out. Which was the exact opposite of what Eddie wanted. “Should I—”

“—Don’t stop, please,” Eddie begged, tears fully blurring his vision.

“I won’t,” Buck promised, and he finally gave Eddie another one of those impossibly delightful thrusts. Eddie felt it in his throat.

“I don’t want this to end,” Eddie babbled on and focused all of his power to look at Buck from behind his shoulder.

Buck’s gaze got darker; there was barely any blue left around his pupils. 

“Oh, you sweet thing, don’t worry about it,” Buck assured, and his hands gripped Eddie even harder, shoving Eddie back in time with movements of his hips. Eddie was so wet that the slapping sound when his ass was meeting Buck’s groin belonged in porn.

“Yeah?” Eddie whined.

“Yeah,” Buck gasped out, and he changed the angle just the slightest bit, but now he was aiming Eddie’s prostate with every pull. “I’m gonna give my knot to that pretty ass of yours as many times as you want,” Buck said, and Eddie couldn’t stop the pleased purr rumbling from his chest. His whole body sang in euphoria, the omega parts of his brain were never so quiet with content. 

“Want it.” Eddie closed his eyes; they weren’t much use anyway, all flooded with tears now, flowing freely down his cheeks and staining the sheets.

“Sweet, perfect omega. Are you gonna come on my knot?” Buck asked, and Eddie felt that swelling on the base of Buck’s cock again, making him stretch even more.

“Can I?” Eddie mumbled weakly, his mouth partly muffled and plastered to the bed.

“Of course, sweetheart. I want you to. Are you gonna give it to your alpha? Give it to me?”

Your alpha, your alpha, your alpha.

Eddie clenched on Buck’s dick, feeling every glorious inch of it and how his knot fully popped it and breached past Eddie’s rim. 

“Come on my knot.” 

Who was Eddie not to listen to his alpha? A breathless moan was ripped out of him the moment he felt reaching his peak, and Buck followed him along with a heavy grunt. Eddie still had half a mind to feel Buck painting his insides with his come, and something settled deep in him. He wasn't much aware to care what his mind prompted.

My Alpha. Yes. Claimed. Yes. Bred. YES. Mine, mine, mine.

The last one Eddie almost caught on, but Buck leaned on Eddie's back, and his sweet body weight knocked Eddie into the mattress. He lay down crushed under Buck, with his knot keeping them locked. It didn't last for too long, as Buck carefully rolled them to their side while being very careful of his knot, but it was enough to make Eddie's mind pleasantly blank.

Eddie didn't have an idea that it was possible, but Buck shifted even closer. Eddie's back was fully plastered to his chest, and he hid his face in the crook of Eddie's neck. He took a deep whiff, and for a half second, Eddie was sure he was sure he was about to bite. 

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

But his lips just landed on the place where his claiming mark would be if they were mates. But they weren't, so nothing like that happened. Eddie chose to focus on Buck's knot, still keeping him impossibly full of cum. Eddie's hand landed flat on his stomach, and maybe he was insane or knot-stupid, but he could feel a slight bump there. 

I want his pups. His traitorous mind prompted, and Eddie almost wailed.

“Shhh. My sweet omega, you did so well. You were so good for me. You’re so good for me.” Buck hushed with his voice so soft, and maybe Eddie wasn't as silent as he thought, but he wasn't fully aware yet to notice.

“Alpha.” Eddie purred when Buck’s hold got even tighter, his arms locked over Eddie’s chest, making it a little bit hard to breathe, but Eddie took it. He would stop breathing entirely if that meant keeping Buck so close. 

“Yeah, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Eds. You’re good.”

I’m good.

Eddie clutched to that thought and drifted away for a while. He wasn’t exactly sleeping, he was still feeling his body and Buck’s knot, but his mind stayed peacefully blank right up until Buck’s knot started to slowly deflate.

“Eddie?” Buck whispered tentatively, while circling gentle patterns on Eddie’s chest.

“Mhm?” Eddie mumbled absentmindedly. 

“I’m gonna start pulling out, okay?” Buck asked, and Eddie immediately got brought down to Earth.

“No.” Eddie almost growled, his omega clearly unhappy, and he turned to look at Buck with his eyes sharp.

“No?”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Eddie said as he pushed Buck onto the mattress, and then he straddled his hips, careful not to slip off his dick.

“Fuck, Eddie,” Buck moaned, his eyes trained on Eddie in awe, his mouth hanging open, and his hands closing on Eddie’s waist. He looked so pretty like that, his birthmark more pink than usual, and his temples wet from sweat. He smelled absolutely delicious, driving Eddie crazy, and he could devour him like that. Instead, he just rolled his hips, feeling how Buck’s half-mast was filling up again.

“Alpha,” Eddie murmured in a low voice, his palms landed flat on Buck’s pecs, and now he started to fuck himself on Buck’s dick earnestly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Buck gasped out, and Eddie could feel under his hands how fast his heart was beating. And it was all because of Eddie. He did that to Buck. He made him hard and made him look so disheveled. 

Eddie was filled with desperation, but a different kind than when Buck fucked him for the first time. He wanted to be filled so badly then. Now he needed to be good. He wanted to make Buck feel as glorious as he was right now, get him higher, and please his alpha. 

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my dick, Eddie,” Buck growled, gripping Eddie’s hips harder, certainly leaving marks where his nails were digging in.

“Buck.” Eddie moaned, his own cock was bouncing with the movement of his hips, slapping on Buck’s soft belly with a wet sound. 

“Come on, use me to get what you need, Eds.” Buck was panting like it was him riding Eddie, not the other way around. It spurred Eddie to move even faster, to bounce harder, to take him deeper.

“I need your knot.” Eddie whined and shuddered because Buck’s dick was aiming directly at his prostate now. It was making it really hard for Eddie to stay upright.

“Yeah? Are you gonna make me come so you can take my knot again?” Buck asked, and with the next bounce, Eddie could feel the swell on the base of Buck’s dick again, making Eddie feel euphoric.

“Yes, alpha, give me it.”

This time, Eddie could see the exact moment when Buck snapped even before he felt his knot catching on Eddie’s rim and locking them up again. He shut his eyes with a breathless whimper and his whole body contracted with the power of orgasm washing over him. Eddie could also feel how much he came, filling Eddie up again. There was still that first load inside of Eddie, and he was bursting at his seams, but it felt unmatchingly good. It felt right. It also brought Eddie to his own orgasm, and he painted Buck’s belly and some caught on his chest. This also felt so right. His cum all over Buck.

Eddie just sat on Buck’s groin, his ass perfectly nestled there, with Buck’s knot keeping his cum inside. He was a little breathless, and when he looked down, he came to the realization that he wasn’t crazy. His tummy had a little bump, full of Buck’s knot and two loads.

“Are you feeling better?” Buck asked, trying to catch his breath and looking at Eddie with a soft gaze. He looked dazed and satisfied. Eddie’s entire being sang at that sight. He did that. Maybe he wasn’t that much of an omega disaster. 

“Yeah. I know it’s not over yet, but at least I can talk. And that horrible emptiness is gone.”

“That’s great. That’s really great, Eddie. You did well,” Buck said, and Eddie could feel his whole face heating up. They sat like that for a while, just looking at each other.

“Do you wanna lie down?” Buck asked, caressing Eddie’s thighs gently.

“I’m good here.” Eddie shrugged, and he could feel Buck’s knot slowly going down. It made him a little bit sad already. But Buck laughed, that breathy, beautiful sound, and it made Eddie less sad.

“Alright." Buck nodded a few times, trying to contain himself. Then he looked at Eddie with a playful glint in his eyes. “But I think I can find a way to make you even better.”

“Yeah?” Eddie perked up with interest. He also gasped quietly when he moved on Buck’s groin and felt Buck’s knot going a little deeper. 

“Yeah. Do you have one more round in you?” 

“I don’t know, my legs are a little bit jello,” Eddie admitted truthfully, and Buck’s smile got wider.

“That’s okay, you would just need to lie down and look pretty.” Buck shrugged casually, but his gaze was anything but. He was looking at Eddie like he wanted to eat him alive. It made Eddie shudder and go hot all over again.

“That’s all?” Eddie couldn't really hide his interest, and Buck clearly picked up on that.

“That’s all. Very easy for you.”

“Alright then.” Eddie barely managed to finish, and he was shoved into the mattress. His legs were still wrapped around Buck’s waist, with Buck's knot inside.

“I’m gonna eat you out.” 

“Buck.” Eddie moaned, feeling himself getting wetter again. It made Buck's half-soft dick slip out easily, his knot almost fully deflated.

“Properly this time,” Buck promised, and he didn't waste a second. He dove in between Eddie's legs, and his tongue wiped a hot stripe over Eddie's rim. It felt much nicer when Eddie was already knot-drunk. But still, Buck chose to torture him a little bit, just lapping at Eddie's hole and not going in. Fuck, he probably had to taste himself there, his cum mixed with Eddie's slick. That thought made Eddie clench on nothing and whine with need.

Buck hummed with contentment, sending vibrations over Eddie's whole body.

“Buck.” Eddie moaned, and his hand clutched on Buck's curls so damp with sweat.

“Fuck, Eddie, you taste so sweet.” Buck pulled away only for a second to stare in awe, and then he immediately dove back in, his tongue breaching inside this time. He was fucking slurping on Eddie's slick, the sound of it purely pornographic. Eddie’s moans and little ‘ah, ah, ah’s didn’t make it any better. Their neighbours probably could hear how good Buck was making him feel. That thought should make Eddie ashamed, but it only served to send another hot rush of arousal all over his body.

Buck really knew how to use his tongue, and when he was looking at Eddie from down there, half of his face buried in Eddie’s ass, it was impossible not to get so close to coming again.

“Alpha.”

“Mhm,” Buck hummed, and Eddie really didn’t expect he could come like that. He thought that he would need a little more, maybe a hand, but Buck doubled his efforts, his eyes still boring a hole into Eddie’s soul, and he couldn’t fight it. He didn’t even want to fight it. He let the orgasm wash over him, this one crashing him in waves as Buck didn’t stop. He didn't stop when Eddie's ass was clenching around his tongue, he didn't stop when Eddie's dick was spurting cum onto his stomach, and he didn't stop at Eddie’s moans drowning out the obscene sounds of Buck eating him out. He was like a man possessed, and Eddie started crying with overstimulation.

“Buck.” Eddie whined, his hips buckling up despite not really wanting Buck to let go. It was hurting so good. But eventually he pulled out, and he did it with a satisfied gasp, as if he just ate the most delicious meal of his life. His chin and lips were glistening from Eddie's slick. Eddie wanted to kiss him so badly, but this was when it hit him that they hadn't kissed even once. It was out of order for Eddie. And probably that was for the better, because Eddie couldn't be held accountable if he got anywhere near Buck’s neck right now. 

“I’m sorry, I probably went a little bit overboard, but you just taste too good.” Buck shrugged with a satisfied smirk, and then he got up. Eddie immediately tensed and let out a distressed wail.

“I’ll be right back, don’t worry. You need to hydrate and catch your breath, okay?” Buck asked, and he headed out only when Eddie nodded with understanding after a little while of just staring and comprehending Buck’s words. He left the door open so Eddie heard his clatter and heavy steps in the kitchen.

Eddie just closed his eyes with a content smile blooming on his face. He nuzzled his cheek into the sheets, but the fabric around him was unpleasantly wet, soaked with his tears. He got a little higher on the bed then, and leaned on Buck's side more, tracing his scent.

Buck finally got back with bottles of gatorade secured in one arm and stashes of Eddie’s favorite protein bars in the other. Eddie was so happy to see him again, but he winced at the thought of food.

“Don’t worry, I won’t force you to eat. I got them so you’ll have them on hand, just in case. But let's get you up, so you can drink,” Buck announced with one bottle still in his palm, and then he sat beside Eddie. He slipped his strong arms under Eddie's armpits and got him into a sitting position, leaning his back on the headboard. It wasn't the first display of his strength today, but it still amazed Eddie how easily he was manhandled by Buck.

Buck didn't hand Eddie the bottle. He opened it himself and made Eddie drink in small sips. He couldn't remember if he was ever taken care of so thoroughly, even as a child. Maybe only when he happened to get sick one summer break while in Abuela’s. Eddie felt his eyes pricking with tears again.

“Eddie? Something’s wrong?” Of course, Buck noticed. Eddie wasn't just an open book for him; Buck seemed to have the only copy of the manual about how to handle and take care of Eddie.

“No, just… thank you,” Eddie said with a weak whisper. His voice was also a little bit shaky. Buck smiled, that pretty thing that reached his eyes and made his whole face beam with light.

“Of course, Eddie. Anything for you.” Buck promised, and something settled again inside Eddie. He savoured all these little moments, bottled them up for later, when he inevitably would be on his own. 

“Anything?” Eddie prompted shyly. Maybe too shyly for someone who just took Buck's dick in his ass, considering what he was about to ask for. Or maybe that was about right, because it also seemed far more intimate than fucking.

“Yeah, what do you want?” Buck nudged, still wearing that soft smile. Eddie took his features in and gathered all of his courage.

“Can we cuddle?” Eddie’s heart was pounding furiously in his chest. Buck’s slow blinking and buffering face didn’t help.

“Oh my god,” Buck whispered, putting away the bottle, and then he sat closer to Eddie. “I thought you were gonna ask for something far more demanding. Of course we can.”

Eddie’s heartbeat finally slowed down, and when Buck’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, he also let out a breath he was holding. Eddie nuzzled into Buck’s chest, breathing in his scent and basking in his closeness.

“Better?” Buck asked with an amused little laugh.

“Yeah,” Eddie purred. This was how cats sunbathing in that one single beam of light must feel, he thought.

“Just let me know if you need anything else,” Buck murmured, his thumb running small circles on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Buck. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” Eddie said, and Buck tensed a little under his cheek. Just the tiniest bit, but Eddie was so pressed into him that he felt it. He also picked up how his scent changed. The cinnamon wasn’t so intense anymore. Did Eddie say something wrong?

“I’m just glad I can help you. You deserve everything, Eddie,” Buck said, and when Eddie wrapped his arms around his waist, he relaxed again. Eddie could feel his steady heartbeat, and he closed his eyes. He wasn’t tired enough to fall asleep yet, but he was enjoying that little break he had before another wave of heat inevitably would come. 

They sat like that for a while now, both silent and recharging. Eddie didn’t have an idea how much time had passed. It could be minutes, it could be an hour, probably not longer. But the restless feeling was starting to build up again. First, Eddie felt himself getting wet again. The room already smelled like sex and them both, so Buck probably couldn't tell, but he must definitely have felt it on his thigh when Eddie’s dick was stirring back to life. Buck’s hand drifted slowly, so slowly, lower. From Eddie’s shoulder, down on his side, and waist, until he squeezed harder on Eddie’s hip. Eddie shuddered, and a small moan left his throat.

Buck’s palm finally grabbed a handful of Eddie’s ass cheek, and Eddie threw his leg over Buck’s thighs, giving him more access. It also made Eddie’s cock press deliciously into Buck’s leg.

“Fuck.” Buck gasped out when he dragged his finger over Eddie’s rim.  “So wet already, Eddie, you’re insatiable.”

Eddie whined; he was also still very much open, and he couldn’t stand teasing.

“Fuck me.”

“How do you want it this time?” Buck asked with something very amused in his voice, but his hand drifted away from where Eddie wanted him so bad.

“I don’t know, I— uh —I don’t care, just get in me already.” Eddie demanted, and the next thing he knew, Buck grabbed his shoulders and shoved him into the mattress, belly up and back plastered to the bed. Eddie liked that a lot, his blood ran even hotter at the prospect of seeing Buck fucking him. 

“I want to try something different this time,” Buck said, grabbing Eddie’s legs and spreading them open.

“How… different?” Eddie stuttered; his brain wasn’t fully cooperating at this point.

“I wanna wear you out a bit. Did you ever try edging?” Buck asked, and Eddie felt a full body shudder. He probably heard about it at some point in his life, he wasn’t that much of a prude, but right now, it didn’t ring a bell.

“No,” Eddie shook his head. “Do I need to do something?”

Buck laughed a little mockingly, and it sent another shiver down Eddie’s spine, this one thinly veiled with shame.

“No, princess,” Buck promised sweetly, and oh, Eddie liked that name. He liked it a lot. “You just lie here and take it. But brace yourself, because you’re not gonna come for the next… I’m not sure how long I can draw it, but for a long time, sweetheart.”

Eddie was about to say something, come back with a retort, but he just opened his mouth and in that very moment Buck pushed inside and Eddie let out an unabashed moan instead. God, he was so full.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Eddie,” Buck murmured, leaning closer. His hands were above Eddie’s shoulders, and if he just reached just a little bit more, they could kiss. “Perfect, sweet omega, taking me so well. I’m gonna fuck you till your brain leaks out of your ears. And then some more,” Buck promised, and Eddie believed him. He wasn’t very far from that state just about now, with Buck’s big dick railing him with powerful thrust. Buck’s eyes were trained on Eddie’s face, didn’t leave him even for a second. And Eddie realized why when he closed his eyes, getting so close to coming.

Buck slowed down then, changed the angle, and Eddie had to start over, his orgasm got further away.

“That would be one. How many times do you think I can make you almost come?” Buck asked, and Eddie didn’t know what to say. Maybe the answer scared him a little, because Eddie would never come in his life again if Buck said so. He felt completely at his mercy. “Eddie, I asked you a question,” Buck said, stopping his movement completely, his dick halfway in. His eyes were so dark right now, and his face, determined..

“I—” Eddie whined, he couldn’t find any words. His eyes immediately filled with tears, because his alpha gave him only this one task, and he couldn’t even do that.

“Oh, can’t talk?” Buck taunted with the sweetest voice. “That’s okay, princess. You don’t have to do anything. Just tap me two times if it gets too much, alright?” his last sentence, Buck said with his tone much more serious, and Eddie nodded. Only then did his hips slowly pick up the rhythm again.

This time, Buck’s thrusts were fast and expertly measured. Every time he was hitting just a little bit too low to reach Eddie’s prostate, and it felt too repetitive to be just a coincidence. He was driving Eddie mad, ripping moan after moan from him. It took much longer for Eddie to get to the edge like that, but he got there. And just when he was about to trip, Buck pulled out, squeezing the base of Eddie’s dick.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Eddie cried out, his vision absolutely blurred with tears

“Not yet, princess. We’re wearing you out, remember?” Buck recalled, swiping Eddie’s cheek with one hand.

“Alpha.” A small little helpless wail came out of Eddie. It was torture, but Eddie just wanted more. It felt so much more intense this time, and Eddie couldn't wait to find out how it would feel with the next ones.

“Do you wanna tap out?” Buck asked, his voice earnest again.

“No.” Eddie shook his head. “Feels good.”

“Good girl,” Buck murmured with a proud smile, and Eddie almost came just from that. But Buck didn’t let him, still squeezing hard the base of Eddie's dick.

After that one, Eddie absolutely lost track of time. Buck railed him for what felt like hours. Changing the rhythm, angles, and power every time Eddie was about to come. He also lost count of how many times he almost came. Eddie didn’t know how Buck’s dick was still hard, but he wasn’t complaining, not when he was filling him so good.

It also started to take not much to bring Eddie to the edge. Honestly, he felt like he was on it all the time. And this time it felt a little bit different because Buck wasn’t avoiding Eddie’s prostate. Eddie had to actively hold himself back from coming.

“You’re doing so well, Eds, I think you earned to come, huh?” Buck asked, keeping his pace steady.

“Yes, alpha, please,” Eddie whined, his voice so weak from moaning.

“Yeah? So let go, Eds. Come for me.”

That was all it took for everything to snap like a rubber band. Eddie came and came and came, and he barely felt Buck’s knot catching on and plugging him in. It was just background noise. Eddie was drifting away, absolutely spent.

Before his mind shut off, he registered Buck collapsing on top of him.

“Rest now, my perfect omega.”

“Mhm.” Eddie wasn’t sure if he hummed it out loud or just in his head. But Buck for sure heard him, maybe he could hear Eddie’s thoughts. It wouldn’t be surprising.

“If you wake up first, feel free to use me as you want,” Buck whispered into Eddie’s ear, and after that, Eddie drifted away, nuzzling into his alpha's neck.

Buck. His alpha. What a beautiful thought to fall asleep with.

Eddie woke up to the wet feeling of his slick running down his thighs.

He was draped all over Buck, their legs tangled together, and Buck was drooling over Eddie's hair. The wetness of his slick morphed into unbearable emptiness really fast. He was also achingly hard, and a little whine escaped his throat when he accidentally rubbed his dick onto Buck's thigh. Buck was still in deep slumber, but the moment Eddie made a sound, his cock did a little jump, and Eddie felt it on his belly. As if his body subconsciously sensed Eddie's needs.

Eddie purred at that thought. Their secondary genders were so attuned to each other that even in his sleep, Buck responded to Eddie's calls.

Eddie also recalled the last thing he heard before he fell asleep last night. Buck told him he didn't need to wait for him to wake up. To use him however Eddie wanted. And oh, Eddie wanted. He needed him inside.

But first, Eddie slumped a little to his side to take a good look at Buck's dick. He was half mast by now and already so incredibly big. Eddie deliriously thought that he had taken it all yesterday. He fit inside Eddie perfectly, every inch stretching Eddie to his limits. It was a pretty dick. Eddie never expected to call any cock pretty, but Buck’s was. It was at the same shade of pink as his lips and birthmark, and when Eddie curiously wrapped his hand around the girth, the small bead of precome blurted from his tip right in front of Eddie's eyes. He needed to taste it. Without second thought, Eddie leaned closer and wrapped his lips around the head of Buck's cock.

It tasted salty and slightly bitter, but Eddie never had anything sweeter in his mouth. He licked the underside, and Buck jumped on his tongue. He also let out the smallest whimper, but when Eddie looked up, he was still sleeping.

Somewhere at the back of his head, Eddie had the idea to get him to come like this, make him knot his mouth, and Eddie almost growled with want. But it would have to wait. He needed Buck inside like yesterday, and Eddie finally got him fully hard like that.

Eddie pulled away from Buck's cock, but after a second of consideration, he gave a small kiss right on the tip, where another bead of precome just escaped. Eddie reached with his hands to get a little of his slick, and then he coated it evenly all over Buck's length. He wasn't as patient with himself as Buck yesterday, so he just threw his leg over Buck's hip, and then he sat on his lap, straddling his waist. He just needed to know if he was able to take him like that.

Eddie leaned on his knees, and then he took Buck’s dick in his hand to position it right at his entrance. When the blunt head touched his hole, Eddie moaned wantonly. He started to lower himself on Buck’s cock, and fuck, it was a lot. It was almost too much, leaning more to pain than pleasure, but his slick made the glide easier despite not spending a second to prep himself beforehand. Eddie gasped when he finally fully seated on Buck's lap with his cock all the way in, and he stilled for a little while with his eyes shut.

Despite not moving, the stretch was impossible. Buck’s dick was rearranging his guts, taking his place inside of Eddie, and it hurt so good. It was making Eddie’s head pleasantly blank. Not in the orgasmic way yet, it was a more shallow feeling, drifting on an ocean of being full, full, so incredibly full. His omega purred in contentment, quiet sound rumbling deep from his chest, interrupted only by a whine when Eddie testingly rolled his hips. It wasn’t much of a fucking yet, more like cockwarming. Eddie was making tiny grinds on Buck’s pelvis, his dick still bottomed out, just rubbing Eddie’s walls.

When it started to be not enough, Eddie laid his palms flat on Buck’s chest, holding onto both of his wonderful pecs, and then he moved up until only the tip was in. It was still a stretch, it burned a little, but not in a stilling way. Eddie welcomed the feeling, he wanted more, and a relieved gasp made his way out of his throat when he bounced back on Buck’s dick. With his eyes still shut, he didn’t know when he started crying. He also wasn’t sure if it was from the burn, or the feeling of being full again, or maybe just the Buck of it. But he let the tears flow freely, not holding them down with scrunching his lips or eyebrow, he even opened his eyes to feel it more.

That was when he met Buck’s blues zeroed on him, with his mouth agape.

“You look so beautiful like this, Eddie.” Buck murmured, and Eddie felt his cheeks getting hot all over. He was fucking himself shamelessly on Buck’s cock, and yet only his praise made Eddie bashfully flushed.

“Buck,” Eddie could only moan, his brain supplied with ‘Alpha, yes, Buck, yes’.

“What a sight to wake up to,” Buck whispered in wonder, reaching for Eddie's waist with both hands. “Making yourself feel so good on my cock. You feel good, princess?”

“Yes.” Eddie whined, working his hips harder, chasing the pleasure.

“My good girl.” 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Eddie chanted, his vision blurred with tears again. He was his good girl. He was his omega. Stitched together, morphed into one. Their bodies connected. Eddie wanted to keep Buck there forever.

Eddie was still holding on to Buck’s pecs, and when his fingers grazed over his nipples, Buck let out a quiet whimper, similar to that one he made when he was still sleeping. For a fleeting second, Eddie wondered what it would be like to have him pliant, under Eddie’s mercy, like when he was asleep but in a conscious state of mind. If he would whimper like that, with his eyes full of tears. If he would beg for more, called Eddie’s name in that reverent way. If Buck would let him have it. He probably would, he always let Eddie have everything he asked for and more. He was good like that.

But Eddie was nowhere near close to being in the right head to give those images more than a thought. His heat was still raging high, making him a whiny mess. And it felt so good to be just guided by Buck’s steady hands and filthy words. Buck was unmatched in taking Eddie apart, no one had ever seen him like this.

Instead of indulging in those thoughts, Eddie dug his fingers deeper into the meat of Buck’s tits, kneading the muscles and enticing another moan from him. They were pliable under Eddie’s palms, and when he was cupping them, they seemed even bigger. God, Eddie wanted to bury his face between them and leave marks all over. Or fuck them. He truly couldn’t get enough of him. Buck was balls deep in him, gripping his hips, and Eddie still wanted more. He felt like an addict.

Soft purrs were reverberating through Eddie’s chest as he worked his hips in firm motions, all while digging his nails into Buck’s pecs. They were starting to get red and little half-moons already peppered his whole cleavage. Eddie’s purrs intensified at that sight.

“Can you show me that perfect ass, Eds?” Buck asked, and it took a while for Eddie to understand what he meant by that. His hips faltered at the image that flashed in his brain.

“Buck,” Eddie moaned, clenching around Buck with a roll of his eyes. Buck gripped his waist harder.

“I wanna see how it’s working prettily on my cock, that greedy hole of yours. Will you give me that? My sweet omega.” Buck hummed, looking at Eddie sweetly. Eddie couldn't resist him even if he wanted to. But it was the last thing he wanted right now.

So he slipped out from Buck cock with a small whine. He didn't like the feeling of being empty, but he would rather not break his dick, not when he still had so many plans for him. He turned over with a little help from Buck's steady hands, keeping him upright, and then he sat on his lap again and quietly moaned when their dicks met.

“Fuck, get it me again.” Eddie gasped out, placing both of his hands on the bed, under Buck's armpits, and moving his hips up. Buck positioned his cock at Eddie's entrance, and the second he felt his head teasing his hole, Eddie lowered himself with a gasp. It felt so good that on his next roll up, Eddie almost pulled away completely from Buck’s dick, just to feel him breaching again. Buck's hands would probably stop him, though, gripping his hips and helping Eddie fucking himself on Buck's cock.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie, you’re still fucking sucking me in, all the time, no matter how stretched out you are.” Buck moaned with awe, and it only spurred Eddie to move his hips faster. His own dick was bobbing with every roll, slapping into his belly and, when he tried fast enough, into Buck's balls. It was deliriously good, and Eddie would probably be coming right now if Buck didn't choose to miss his prostate. It felt very intentional with the way Buck's hand was guiding Eddie's hips and the smallest grinds of his pelvis. But Eddie didn't mind, coming was the last thing on his mind right now, when he was being so blissed out and so full of Buck.

“Eddie, I wish you could see yourself, working that pretty ass on my cock, taking me so well. No one’s ever taken me so well, sweetheart." Buck hummed, and Eddie mourned a little that he couldn't see his face right now. Not that he couldn't turn back, but all of his brainpower was focused on keeping himself up, bouncing on Buck's dick.

“Yeah?” Eddie moaned.

“Yeah,” Buck promised, squeezing Eddie's hips a little bit tighter. “And you're so fucking wet, I’m still thinking of your delicious slick.”

“No.” Eddie groaned with passion, fucking himself harder on Buck's cock, as if he suggested pulling out, and Eddie wanted to keep him there forever. Eddie knew Buck wouldn't do that, but he just had different plans for how the thing would go.

“No? You don't think you’re delicious?” Buck asked, and Eddie could hear the pout in his voice. It almost made Eddie look behind his shoulder.

“No, I— ah —not that.” Eddie shook his head between moans. It was hard to keep the conversation like this. “Just— fuck —You’re not eating me out after this.”

“So what am I doing?” Buck asked again, and the certainty in his voice made Eddie shudder. It wasn't much of a question, Buck said it like a promise, like something that sounded like ‘tell me to jump and I ask how high’. This kind of control over his — he really should have stopped thinking that — the alpha made him dizzy with power.

“You're. Knotting. My. Mouth.” Eddie gasped out between his bounces. His thighs were already burning with effort.

“Oh fuck, Eddie. I love how cockdrunk you are.” Eddie moaned at that, and his hips faltered a little. He knew it was all babbling. Buck was probably just as high on pleasure as Eddie was. He didn't watch his mouth on a regular basis, so now it was even heightened, but it still made his omega preen with pride. Alpha loved something about him.

“You’re gonna find out on your own how delicious you are. My dick is drenched in your slick.” Buck added with such awe, and Eddie started quivering, making it really hard to bounce on Buck's dick.

“Buck,” Eddie whined, still trying to fuck himself, to chase that cock, but Buck’s grip turned into a lock holding him in place.

“Oh, did my sweet little omega get tired?” Buck cooed sweetly, but also a little meanly, and another shiver of lust ran through Eddie's spine. Fuck, he knew so well what strings to pull to make Eddie such a pliable mess.

“Buck,” Eddie could only plead his name, asking for more when he already had gotten so much. But that was the thing, it was never gonna be enough with Buck. He wanted more and more, that greedy thing inside him was insatiable.

“That's okay, princess, I can take over from here.” Buck said, and Eddie wasn’t able to do as much as moan when Buck started plowing his dick into Eddie at a punishing pace. Eddie only had to keep himself up on his arms, but even that seemed like a Herculean job. Buck was still avoiding his prostate, hitting it only every few thrusts, but it still made Eddie really close to coming. If he could only reach with his hand to his own cock, get just a little friction, he could get there. But first, it was physically impossible to do that right now, and second, he didn’t want to come any other way than from Buck’s dick.

“Buck,” Eddie whined pleadingly.

“What’s up, sweetheart? Do you want to come?” Buck cooed again, and something in his voice was telling Eddie that even if he did say yes, Buck would answer with something like ‘not yet’ or ‘just a little bit more’.

“I— Alpha,” Eddie moaned, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back until it thudded into Buck’s collarbone.

“Oh, my poor baby.” Buck murmured with a soothing tone, but his thrusts were anything but. He was still fucking into Eddie at a punishing pace, stripping Eddie of his ability to think.

“I can’t.”

“Do you need to change position?” Buck asked, slowing down a little, and he sounded more earnest now and also a little bit out of breath.

“I wanna see your face.” Eddie whispered barely audible, but Buck must have heard him well.

He pulled out with a gasp, and Eddie didn't even have time to mourn the loss as he was tossed into the bed. Buck was hovering above him, seated between Eddie's open thighs, his hands were roaming over Eddie's stomach.

“Buck, please.” Eddie whined because he was being empty for far too long.

“What do you want?” Buck asked sweetly, but he looked at Eddie like he knew very well the answer to that question. He was just being a tease.

“Fuck me.” Eddie fluttered his eyelashes, rolling his hips just to get a little bit closer to Buck.

“Fuck, you look so pretty when you beg.” Buck gasped out, and his hands travelled from Eddie's waist, down his hips, thighs, calves, until he grabbed Eddie's ankles. His touch was featherlight, making Eddie shiver and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

You look so pretty when you beg.

You look so pretty when you beg.

You look so pretty when you beg.

Eddie’s fried brain was repeating that on a loop.

“Please, alpha.” And so Eddie begged. He fluttered his eyelashes again, and he pulled out the most ‘fuck me’ eyes he could think of. It must have worked as Buck janked Eddie’s ankles with a growl, folding him in half, and then with one swift move, he bullied his cock back into Eddie’s hole. Eddie let out a moan so loud that the whole neighbourhood must know how good he was being railed right now. That thought made Eddie even hotter. The imaginary voyeur hearing Eddie’s moans and lurking behind an open window, seeing Eddie like this. With open legs held between his head by a man plowing into him. He must have looked like a slut. He felt like a slut, god, he was being an absolute cockslut, he loved the feeling of Buck’s dick driving into him. He wasn’t sure how he was able to survive that long without it.

A small whine let out of Eddie's throat when he thought that he would probably have to live without it. Buck was just helping him with a heat. Despite how much he wanted it to be something more, they weren't like that. 

“Eddie?” Buck asked, and his thrusts faltered a little, shallow movements, still scratching Eddie's itch for fullness, but just on a surface level.

Of course he noticed. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Eddie begged desperately at the thought that he could pull out. In a position like that, he couldn't move, couldn't do anything to keep Buck there besides clenching his ass in hopes that he would get it.

“I won’t. I’ve got you.” Buck promised, and Eddie relaxed. He didn't know when he tensed like that, but it all bled out from him with those words. But Buck’s thrusts were still a little bit weak, and Eddie needed more.

“More, harder, alpha, please.”

Buck's eyes got impossibly darker. He groaned when he rested Eddie’s ankles on his own shoulders and leaned closer. He picked up the pace again, and with every thrust, Eddie’s legs were bending harder, taking Buck even deeper. He could feel the swell of Buck’s knot finally beginning to show, filling Eddie more and more with every roll of his hips. Eddie fought to keep his eyes open, to not lose sight of Buck right now. He was so close like this. His lips and neck were just in an arm's reach, glistening with sweat, looking so biteable. 

“Like that?” Buck groaned with exertion, pistoning into Eddie even harder. His tits were bouncing with every move. When Eddie’s eyes focused on them, he couldn’t stop looking. They were still red, and nail scratches started to get more visible. Eddie wished to bite them, leave there the indents of his teeth too.

“Knot me, alpha, please, knot me.” Eddie whined, and Buck’s eyes rolled up.

“You first, come for me, Eddie.” Buck gasped out, keeping his rhythm steady and aiming for Eddie’s prostate without a miss. 

Eddie didn’t really notice before how close he already was. It was creeping on him, building up slowly as all Eddie’s focus was on Buck. He was almost there, everything in him tauted tight, just waiting to snap at any given moment.

“Good girl, Eddie, just come.” 

And that was all it took.

Eddie came with a breathless moan, something ripped from deep inside, his trapped cock spilling onto both of their bellies, his ass clenching on Buck’s knot.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Buck groaned, giving Eddie one last thrust before shooting inside Eddie, locking them both. Eddie’s whole body went lax. Buck reverently grabbed his ankles again and put them down on the bed, careful not to move his dick too much, but his knot was so big. The slightest shift made Eddie whine in overstimulation.

“I know, I know, sweetheart, but you would be all sore if we stay like that. Let those beautiful legs rest.” Buck soothed. This time, his voice was pure honey, without a mean tint behind. His hands gently run over Eddie’s thighs.

“Buck.” Eddie keened quietly, he needed him closer. He needed them molded together, stitched into one so no one could tell where one began and the other ended. His throat was too tight to say that out loud, but Buck had him. He smiled, and then his whole body collapsed on top of Eddie. It was the sweetest weight, Eddie loved feeling every ounce of him.

“You did well, you did so well, Eds.” Buck murmured as Eddie nuzzled into his neck. His scent was so intense there that Eddie felt like he was swimming in the ocean full of his sweet smell. Nothing but Buck there, keeping him afloat. 

They lay like that long after Buck’s knot deflated, but his softening cock was still inside Eddie. If that was up to Eddie, he would keep him there forever. But eventually, Buck did pull out, but not without Eddie’s whine.

“Do you need anything? Do you want a shower, maybe?”

“No.” Eddie immediately growled because getting rid of Buck’s scent from his body was the last thing he needed right now.

“Okay, let’s just get you hydrated, then.” 

Buck once again fed Eddie the bottle once he settled him in a seating position. His hands were a little shaky, though, and a little bit spilled over Eddie's chin. Buck wiped it off with a small towel that he must have brought here last night. The way he cared for him made Eddie hungry again. He took a sight of Buck, slowly blinking through his hooded eyes. 

Buck was still flushed. His birthmark was more intense pink than usual, there were a lot of half-moons and long red stripes all over his chest and shoulders. Eddie only recalled digging his fingers into his pecs, but he wasn't fully in control of his body.

“Eddie?” Buck asked with his voice slightly amused. He put away the bottle on the nightstand, not taking his eyes from Eddie. But Eddie didn't answer. He just fluttered his eyelashes and shifted a little bit closer. Their shoulders brushed, sending a little jolt all over Eddie's body. 

“What do you—”

“—I already told you what's gonna happen now.” Eddie purred, his eyes travelled lower and lower until they landed on Buck’s cock. He gave a little twitch under Eddie's gaze, and his mouth watered at that sight. He had to lick his lips.

“Yeah?” Buck already sounded out of breath. It didn't stop Eddie from getting himself between Buck's thighs, quite the opposite.

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded as his lips landed between Buck's pecs.

“I just thought—” Buck was interrupted by a whimper when Eddie bit into his tit. “—I thought you were just talking, you know.”

“I was absolutely serious.” Eddie snatched his mouth from Buck’s chest to look up at him. ”You’re knotting my mouth.”

Buck let out a whine while he tilted his head back. Eddie already felt so powerful, and he hadn’t even touched his dick yet.

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Buck gasped out, and his hand slipped into Eddie’s hair. He didn’t tug on them, push Eddie lower, he was just holding him and letting Eddie slowly travel down on his belly. But Eddie quickly got tired of teasing. It seemed like he was torturing himself more than actually teasing Buck, so without any preamble, he just reached with his hand at the base of Buck’s cock, and then he closed his lips around his head.

Buck was already half hard, and he was coming back to life really fast under Eddie’s touch. He also tasted different than when Eddie tried him almost first thing when he woke up. His salty precome dribbling from the tip was mixed with something else. Something less bitter. Eddie moaned when he realized that he was tasting the mix of them both. Buck’s dick was still coated in Eddie's slick. Or more like, he was drenched in it. His pubic hair was shining from it, and the glide of Eddie's hand was really smooth when he worked over what he didn't fit in his mouth yet.

“Fuck, Eddie, you look so pretty like this.” Buck murmured, tugging a little on Eddie's hair until he looked up at him. His eyes were so full of reverence and adoration that it sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He sucked harder on Buck's tip, milking him from his precome, the taste more and more like only Buck with every swallow.

“You were made for this, huh? Taking my cock like a champ either way. Perfect omega.” Buck praised, and Eddie whined around him.

Only you, only for you.

Eddie’s traitorous brain prompted as he hummed, taking Buck deeper. He needed to shut these thoughts, so he swallowed Buck until the tip hit his soft palate.

“Easy, Eds, go slowly. You don’t have to take it all.” Buck said so gently, but Eddie had a different opinion. He needed him all down his throat, even if he would choke to death. What a glorious way to go that would be.

“No.” Eddie garbled with a mouth still full of cock, so it didn't sound remotely how he intended to.

“No?” Buck asked, petting Eddie's hair.

“Mhm.” Eddie hummed, and Buck's hips buckled a little, feeding Eddie another inch of his dick. He had to blink his tears away at the intrusion.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Eddie, you just feel too good.”

Eddie would like to say back that he loved that, that he loved the weight of his dick on his tongue, the way it slowly quietened his brain, but that meant he would have to let go of his cock. Which absolutely wasn’t an option right now. So Eddie just held onto his hips, keeping him closer, and took another inch. He had to fight with a gag when the tip hit the back of his throat.

“Fuck, Jesus Christ, you’re making me insane.”

Good.

Eddie thought as he focused on working his tongue on the underside of Buck's dick. He traced the vein, back and forth, watching how Buck's eyes rolled back. He wasn't really sure what he was doing, but he observed Buck's reactions and collected everything that made him whimper, tug at Eddie's hair a little harder, jostle his hips, or roll his eyes. He learnt that Buck liked to have his head played with. Or every time Eddie added his tongue, Buck lost his composure a little more. Eddie made him beautifully whimper when he started playing with balls, but too much made him squirm. Eddie took it all like a man starved, but he was still so hungry for more. When he almost fit the whole length of Buck’s cock, the idea flashed into his mind. He pulled out with a gasp.

“Fuck my mouth.” Eddie wasn't asking, it was a demand. Buck looked at him for a while, blinking as if his brain was working overload.

“Eddie, that's a lot for a—”

“—Make me take you whole.” Eddie cut him off because he knew that. He knew it was a lot and that it could hurt him, just like riding Buck without any prep was, but after the initial burn, there came the most wonderful, blissful peace of mind. And also, Eddie wanted to be destroyed. Ruined. He wanted to feel Buck for days after that.

“Oh my god.” Buck gasped out. Eddie could see that he was hanging by a thread. He wanted to cut it, made him lose it all.

“Fuck my throat and knot my mouth, please, alpha. I need it.” Eddie pleaded, and maybe he did weaponize his begging face, but Buck handled him the ammunition all by himself.

“It’s gonna be rough, Eddie.” Buck whispered, and it was more of a soft warning than a dark promise, but Eddie took it either way.

“Good.” Eddie purred.

Ruin me. Make me yours.

Eddie didn't say out loud what flashed his mind, he opened his mouth instead, stuck out his tongue, and looked up at Buck expectantly.

Buck's eyes darkened, and he didn't wait. First, he just put the head of his dick on Eddie's tongue and then immediately fed him his cock. He started slow, though, only giving Eddie half of his length before he pulled out with a shallow thrust. He went like that for a little while until Eddie got impatient and bobbed his head the moment before Buck started pulling out again, taking more of him.

Buck growled, an unhappy thing that immediately stilled Eddie's movements. Buck pulled out almost fully and grabbed his head with both of his huge hands.

“You’re taking what I give you, omega.” Buck groaned, and if his hands didn’t lock Eddie in place, his alpha tone would. Eddie’s eyes rolled back a little, he really didn’t think that sucking a dick could be this blissful. He let that feeling wash over him, while Buck breached into his mouth slower than before.

“I know you think you can take it, and you do, but you never let yourself go easy, Eddie. So we’re going easy this time.” Buck whispered, oh so softly, and Eddie whined around his cock. He closed his eyes and let Buck fully control the pace. His body went a little lax, he wasn’t sure if he would he able to keep himself upright if it wasn’t for Buck’s hands still holding his head.

“Yeah, just like that, Eds. Relax and take it. You’re so good. My good girl.” Buck cooed, all honey and sugar in his voice. It made Eddie gush a fresh wave of slick, staining more of the sheets that already were so ruined. Buck finally picked up a pace, feeding Eddie another inch, the head of his cock almost passing through Eddie’s throat. 

“You want me to talk you thought this?” Buck asked, and Eddie immediately hummed in agreement. It made Buck chuckle a little, a beautiful sound that went straight to Eddie’s dick. 

“You’re so pretty when you let go, Eddie.” Buck rewarded him with a little harder thrust. “You’re always pretty, but like this? I could worship you forever.”

“You’re taking me so good.”

Another harder thrust, Buck gave him more and fucked his throat. Eddie could only focus on breathing through his nose and trying to listen to Buck.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last, sweetheart, you’re too good. I’m gonna give you what you want, Eds, but just tap me if it gets too much for you.”

Buck grunted and finally, fucking finally, he fucked him earnestly. He was hitting the back of his throat time after time after time, and everything quietened. Eddie wasn’t sure if Buck stopped talking or did he couldn’t hear him anymore. He wasn’t coming, it didn’t feel like it, but that feeling was very similar. Peaceful bliss in his head, while he was just taking what he was given. Slide after slide.

Buck’s knot was starting to pop out, and he wasn’t able to make full thrusts anymore, not without forcing his way out of Eddie’s mouth. His scent spiked up Eddie could feel it so intensely when his nose was almost buried in Buck’s pubic hair. Eddie managed to look up at him just in time when Buck let out the sweetest whimper while he came. At first, Eddie could barely taste his cum, it flowed freely deep down his throat, but soon it started flooding Eddie’s mouth, and he had to keep swallowing it.

“Oh my god.” Buck gasped out, and his hold on Eddie’s head weakened. One of his palms slipped into Eddie’s hai,r and he started gently petting them. The other hand ran lower, swiped Eddie’s cheeks, wet from tears. 

“I’m gonna need a second, Eddie. Just don’t move or I’ll come again.” Buck chuckled deliriously, and Eddie considered his options. Making Buck come again sounded really tempting, but he wasn’t sure he could take it. His mouth was already full of cum, and Buck’s knot allowed only some of it to slip out from the corners of Eddie’s lips. Could he drown in come? Was it physically possible?

He didn’t want to find out, so he obediently just stayed still, holding onto Buck’s thighs.

“Fuck, that was… fuck. I’ve never done this with anyone before.” Buck murmured, and Eddie couldn’t stop the purring at those words. He had something that Buck never gave anyone. He was better than all the omegas Buck was with before.

Buck was still breathing heavily above him, willing to calm himself down. His knot was still fully there, but his cock started to slowly go soft. It didn’t feel that much sexual anymore and more intimate. Buck’s softening dick in Eddie’s throat. Eddie was just keeping his alpha safe and warm. 

That blissful state Eddie was in was starting to wear off as he felt more slick leaking out of him, and staying still was getting harder. Eddie’s limbs felt more and more restless, and he couldn’t stop squirming.

“I think I can pull out now.” Buck said, and only then Eddie noticed that his knot was still there but taking up less space. Eddie whined quietly. Even if he did feel restless, it was still so nice to just have Buck in his mouth.

Eddie let out a big gasp when Buck carefully got his cock out. He already misses the weight of it on his tongue. He looked up at Buck, not really sure where to go from there. He needed something, but he wasn’t sure what. Fucking didn’t seem like an option now, Eddie probably wrung Buck’s dick dry for a while.

“I— uh, I can eat you out, but I think there’s something you might like.” Buck said, and suddenly he looked a little shy.

“Yeah?” Eddie perked up.

“Yeah, you could… you could fuck my tits. And if you need more, I can finger you, too.” Buck suggested, and Eddie got up so fast that it made him a little dizzy.

“Yes.” Eddie nodded enthusiastically. “Fuck yes, I want that.”

“Then get on my lap.” 

Buck didn’t have to say that twice. Eddie threw his leg over Buck’s hip and sat on his lower belly, careful not to touch his dick now. He was probably overstimulated there for a while.

“Okay, let me just—” Buck cut himself off, biting his own lips, and then his hand reached behind Eddie, to his ass. He ran his fingers over Eddie’s rim, and when he drew back, his whole palm was shining from Eddie’s slick. He smeared it all over his chest.

“Buck.” Eddie whined at that sight, everything in him was pulled taut. It probably wouldn't take much for Eddie to come like this.

“Just a little bit more, so it will be all smooth and easy.” Buck said, reaching to gather more of Eddie’s slick. It was one of the hottest thing Eddie ever saw in his entire life. Up until Buck grabbed both of his pecs and pulled them together, creating a small tunnel for Eddie to fuck into. Eddie almost combusted right then and there.

“You’re good to go.” Buck said, and Eddie positioned his dick on Buck’s sternum. "Yeah, come on, Eds, take it what you need.”

Eddie just pushed in, feeling Buck’s hot skin enveloping his dick. It felt otherworldly, something Eddie could never imagine. 

Buck looked so beautiful like this. Eyes wide open and mouth agape. Holding Eddie's gaze with small, encouraging nods. His amazing alpha of a friend. Giving Eddie everything he got, because he was wonderful like that. Eddie wanted to keep him like that forever. Make him Eddie’s. Eddie’s to hold, Eddie’s to kiss, Eddie’s to fuck himself onto. Just Eddie’s. No else shouldn’t have a privilege to see him like that.

Eddie was panting while his body was working without his control. Thrusting into Buck’s pecs, holding onto his shoulders for better leverage. He was so fucking close already, and then Eddie’s eyes zeroed in on Buck’s neck. So close to Eddie’s mouth. Calling his name.

What he did next really wasn’t his fault. It was all Buck’s. He was being too good, too pretty, and too Eddie’s. He spurred Eddie on, he and his quiet ‘yeah’ the moment Eddie’s eyes lay on his neck.

Eddie just leaned closer and bit into to.

He dug his teeth until he tasted blood, and he knew it caught on. Buck was writhing below him, but not like he wanted to set himself free. No, Eddie felt his cock coming back to life on his ass and thrusting frantically between his asscheck.

Eddie was still latched on to his neck when the Buck’s tip grazed over his hole, and Eddie was a goner. He came and came and came until it felt like nothing was left in him. He clung to Buck, and Buck clung back. They were one mess of come and slick and sweat.

Eddie couldn’t think of a better place to be.

Mate mate mate mate mate.

His mind chanted before he passed out.

When Eddie woke up, it was still dark outside. How long did he sleep? He really couldn't tell, but his limbs still felt too heavy to check the time.

His body was sore, and for a blissful second of still not being fully awake, Eddie couldn’t really recall why. But then he felt himself getting wet, and memories of almost two whole days of fucking flashed through his mind. Not everything was crystal clear; the haze of his heat was sticking in his memory like molasses. There was a lot of cuming, knotting, and all kinds of things that should have made him feel at least a little bit gross, considering all the body fluids covering him, but he felt weirdly clean. Buck must have cleaned him before he went to sleep.

Buck.

At the first thought of his best friend, Eddie smiled softly, but then everything faltered as he remembered the last thing he did before he passed out.

Eddie marked him.

In his orgasmic, heat-induced haze, he fully bit into Buck and claimed him.

Maybe he just dreamed about that. Maybe he wanted it so badly that he imagined those pictures in his sleep. Eddie rolled over a little frantically, but all his hopes immediately dissolved into dread as he looked at peacefully sleeping Buck, and there it was. Undoubtedly there. Still red and looking fresh.

Mating bites.

On Buck’s neck.

Made by Eddie.

The guilt bubbled up in his stomach with an acidic taste in his mouth and a nauseating feeling in his gut. Eddie was about to throw up. On instinct, Eddie got up hastily, but was still trying not to wake up Buck. On his slightly wobbly legs, Eddie ran to the bathroom. He had half a mind to lock himself in, and then he dropped to his knees at the toilet.

A violent cramp twisted his guts, but nothing came out of him except for tears.

What had he done? How could he move on from this? Buck must hate him now. All he did was help Eddie out, and that was what he got in return. Unwanted mating bite from his disastrous omega best friend.

Eddie’s stomach cramped with something other than guilt this time, and Eddie sobbed into the toilet seat. His body was still craving more, to fill out that emptiness inside. But Eddie wasn’t worth filling it. He should stay empty. He should have stayed empty for the whole time. It was the cause of all Eddie’s problems. That greed for more, greed for things that should stay out of his reach.

He was wet, he was so fucking wet, and Eddie despised that feeling. He crawled to the shower, and he had to gather all his strength to get up. His legs were still wobbly, and he had to hold his hand onto the wall for stability, but his muscles eased a bit when the warm spray of water washed over him.

Eddie harshly rubbed the shower gel into his skin, but nothing could make him feel clean enough. He tried nonetheless, he wiped harder and harder, shower water mixing with tears on his cheeks, but it only made his skin look red and feverish and even more dirty.  

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but the water started to run a little cold when an insistent knocking on the door brought Eddie out of that haze. He turned off the water and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his hips.

“Eddie?” Buck called from the other side of the door. He sounded worried. Eddie could imagine the crease between his eyebrows.

“Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

No, I marked you.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” Eddie promised, shutting his eyes with a quiet plea that it would be enough to make Buck quit.

“Can I come in?”

That was the opposite of quitting. Of course, Eddie wouldn't be so lucky. He considered saying that he was still naked in the shower, that Buck should go back to sleep, but Eddie knew nothing would stop Buck from wanting to see with his own eyes that Eddie was fine. And being naked in the shower wasn’t that much of an excuse after two days of fucking.

Eddie just sighed quietly, bracing himself for whatever was about to come, and he put on his brave face before he unlocked the door. He couldn't get himself to open it, but Buck took the hint and let himself in.

Eddie almost gasped at the sight of him. Worried eyes searching Eddie's face. Hair still tousled from sleep. Bare chest peppered with all kinds of marks. The initial spike of possessiveness inside Eddie's guts turned into guilt the moment Eddie's eyes fell on Buck's neck. 

“Do you need any help? How are you feeling?” Buck asked, still so worried, and Eddie could cry. He almost did, he had to school his expression by scrunching his lips together.

“I’m fine, the heat is, uh… It’s over.”

That was a lie. Eddie could still feel the unmistakable emptiness inside pleading to be filled, but it wasn’t as insistent as before. Eddie was able to ignore it. Shame, twisting his guts, was efficient in staving it off.

“Oh, okay. That's… that's good.” Buck stuttered, and Eddie’s traitorous brain prompted that he sounded disappointed. Maybe he was, but for an entirely different reason than Eddie hoped for. He was probably disappointed in Eddie. How could he not?

“I’m sorry.” Eddie blurted before Buck could voice out loud how he despised what Eddie did to him. But his face flickered with confusion.

“You’re… Eddie, there's nothing for you to be sorry for.” 

“But there is,” Eddie murmured, and his hand landed on Buck's shoulder, his thumb grazing over the place where his teeth left the indents, not fully healed yet.

“Oh.” Buck gasped out, and his face did something weird. Eddie didn't know what that meant. He tried to find his answer in Buck's scent, but it was also confusing. Eddie hated it.

“Does it hurt?” Eddie asked, and, as much as he felt guilty about it, he also couldn’t take his eyes off that sight. In other circumstances, Eddie would be delighted to see the proof of his claim over Buck. But he wasn't his to claim, not like that.

“No, not really,” Buck said, and for a second his eyes looked down at Eddie’s hand. “It stings a little when you touch it, but except for that, I forgot it was there,” Buck admitted with a sheepish shrug.

“Oh, I’m really sorry, Buck.”

“It’s alright, it happens.” Buck shrugged once again, and Eddie looked at him, baffled. Did Eddie miss some other marks on Buck’s neck? Something ugly stirred in his stomach at that thought.

“It happens? How many times did your best friend mark you?” Eddie asked, trying really hard to sound normal about it.

“No, just this once, I mean… It happens to people.” Buck said, and he looked so unbothered that it actually concerned Eddie a little. How could he be so chill about it? It was not like Buck at all. The only times when Buck seemed so unfazed were when he was boiling inside and didn’t let Eddie in. Was he trying to back out already?

“But it shouldn’t happen to you, I shouldn't—” Eddie hesitated as he wasn’t really sure what he was trying to say. “All you did was help me and I—”

“—I’m really fine, Eddie, you don’t have to apologize,” Buck promised, but Eddie persisted in trying to find any signs that Buck was mad at him. He should be mad at Eddie. It didn’t really make any sense that he wasn’t.

“How could you be fine with that? It’s permanent, it won’t just… disappear.” Eddie pointed out, and Buck’s face softened even more. Eddie’s heart ached because of how pretty he looked like that.

“I know. But… maybe it was supposed to happen?” Buck mused, and now Eddie really didn’t know what he meant by that.

“Buck.”

“I know you’re not— but just—” Buck stuttered with his gaze earnest. “I read something recently. Have you ever heard of platonic mates?”

“Platonic mates?” Eddie asked a little reluctantly. What he felt when Buck was railing into him was far from being platonic. What he wanted to do with Buck was even less platonic. But if that was all that it was for Buck, Eddie couldn’t argue with that. He was lucky that Buck even wanted to help him in that heat, to be honest. He couldn’t ask for more. 

“Yeah. I think it could be us. And I’m really fine with that.” Buck said with a soft smile, but there was something sad about it. Something that caused Eddie's heart to be painfully clenched in his chest. Something that made Eddie’s hands itch to reach for his cheek and smooth the crease that appeared with that smile.

“What exactly does that mean?” Eddie just asked instead, clasping his hands together so he wouldn’t touch Buck.

“Well, uh… the easiest way to explain is that we share a special bond but without the sexual part of it.” Buck said, and Eddie felt like he was punched in his belly. Buck couldn’t make it clearer that it wasn’t anything more for him. 

“Oh.”

“And I’m really fine with that, Eddie. You don’t have to worry.” Buck promised with his puppy eyes, pleading and soft. Eddie had trouble fully understanding what he meant. It wasn’t him who drew the shortest stick here. He wanted Buck in any way he could get. It was Buck who didn’t have romantic feelings for Eddie, and with the mating mark he didn’t ask for.

“I don’t?” Eddie asked, and he really didn’t like that he sounded like he was about to cry.

“Yeah. It was just the heat, right? And I was really happy to help and all, but I get it,” Buck assured, but it didn’t really sit right with Eddie. But maybe he was right. The heat was starting to wear off, but it could still mess with Eddie’s head. Maybe that awful emptiness would disappear, and it would take the urge to bury Buck in him as deep as he could with it. Maybe Eddie could love him without that deep need to merge them together into one. Maybe it really could be platonic.

“I, uh— I’ll give you back your space right now, I just needed to make sure you’re alright. Because you are alright, right?” Buck asked, and Eddie found it impossible to hold his caring gaze right now.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you, Buck. You’re really the best friend I’ve ever had.” Eddie tried to smile, but it probably ended up more like a grimace.

“You, too, Eds. You should rest some more now, and I’ll make you something to eat.” Buck said, and then he walked away, leaving Eddie with a painful clench of his heart and pitiful twist in his guts.

Eddie gripped the sink, and for the first time, he really took a look at himself in the mirror.

He had multiple bruises all over the lower parts of his body. The most prominent were at his waist. Eddie could map out places where Buck’s fingers gripped his body. His palm absentmindedly landed there, and he pressed the most purple one. He had to close his eyes for a second; the sting of it made him dizzy.

He didn’t need to listen to that voice that begged him to be filled. He got a taste of it, and it should keep his hunger at bay. 

It was all the heat. Eddie could keep it platonic.

It wasn’t the heat.

It all became abundantly clear when Eddie emerged from the bedroom for the first time since he was sure the heat was over. He spent the whole day in bed, wearing Buck’s hoodie, gripping the sheets and digging his teeth into the pillow whenever he felt cramps. They weren’t as intense as those tormenting him at the beginning of it all, but he still had to fight with tears. Buck kept peeking in, but Eddie always made sure to look like he was in a deep slumber.

In the evening, his belly finally gave him some peace, and Eddie was able to fall asleep.

Eddie woke up in an empty bed, and he wasn’t drenched in his own slick. He waited for another hour, waiting for another cramp to hit him or for the feeling of wetness running down his thighs, but none of that happened.

When Eddie padded out of the bedroom, wiping the sleepiness out of his eyes, he was lured into the kitchen by a wonderful smell. Buck was standing at the stove, stirring something in the pot. He was shirtless, and when Eddie’s eyes landed on his neck, Eddie stopped in his tracks. The bite mark was starting to heal, but it was still notably red. Something stirred in Eddie’s stomach at that sight. And that little possessive voice in his head whispered ‘mine’.

It wasn’t the heat.

It so wasn’t the heat.

It was all just Eddie wanting his best friend carnally. His best friend, who didn’t feel this way about him, and Eddie should stop staring at his broad shoulders, luring to burrow his face between them, his soft belly slipping away from the waistband of his shorts, his strong hands capable of holding Eddie down, and his—

“Eddie? You’re up!” Buck cheered up with a sunbeam smile, and Eddie had to fight really hard to scramble his brain.

“I, uh— yeah,” Eddie shook his head so he wouldn’t be staring at Buck’s chest, now in the front row of Eddie’s sight. “Good morning.”

“Morning, did you rest well?” Buck asked, and when his eyes travelled back to the pot, Eddie felt like he could breathe again. 

“I did.” It wasn’t even that much of a lie. Eddie managed to sleep through the whole night. “But you never came to the bedroom last night, did you go out?”

“No, I just took the couch. Figured you would want a little space away from me.”

I never want space away from you.

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that; it’s your bed, too.” Eddie managed to quiet the voice in his head.

“But it’s your nest.” Buck pointed out, and he gave Eddie an earnest look. They could be platonic in Buck’s eyes, but there for sure should be some privileges coming with that, right?

“Well, as my platonic mate, you are more than welcome in my nest.” Eddie shrugged, and Buck’s face softened, but his scent spiked up, overshadowing whatever was simmering in the pot.

“I—I don’t— Really?” Buck stuttered, surprised, but Eddie could see the smile that was trying to bloom on his lips.

“Of course, Buck.” Eddie nodded, and Buck fully beamed now.

“Well, then, as your platonic mate, it's my job to keep your stomach full, and I’m almost done here, so you just sit down, because you have some calories to catch up on.”

Eddie’s traitorous brain prompted that it wasn’t just his stomach that needed to be full, but he managed to shut it down as he sat at the table. He should be able to keep his horny thoughts at bay at least for breakfast. He lived his whole life like that. It shouldn’t be that hard, right?

It was that hard. 

It was worse than puberty; Eddie had to actively fight not to constantly be hard. And Buck wasn’t helping. The sweats he was wearing did nothing to hide his equipment, which Eddie still remembered how it felt driving into him. Or filling his mouth. But he was not thinking about it. Buck was also overly sweet, making sure Eddie had a pillow behind his back all the time they sat on the couch, handing Eddie his favorite snacks, and giving him back rubs when Eddie complained that it hurt. 

Eddie was being tortured. He was on a hair trigger, and keeping himself uptight for so long made him snappy at the end of the day.

But it all could pass as mild inconveniences the moment they were back at work, and Eddie had to look at capable firefighter Buck in action. What was making everything worse they mixed up their uniform t-shirts during their last laundry, and the material of Eddie’s t-shirt on Buck was straining against his chest more than usual. Eddie wondered how it didn't burst at its seams at this point. He didn't picture it. He definitely didn't picture it as Buck was leaning over the kitchen counter, snacking on his apple.

Buck caught his eyes when Eddie was shamelessly ogling him.

“You want some?” Buck asked, and for a second, Eddie’s brain didn’t catch on that Buck meant his apple and not himself.

“Huh?”

Buck smirked, and Eddie felt embarrassment flushing in his cheeks. It also made him feel even hotter all over.  

It wasn’t the first time today when their eyes met like that. Eddie wasn’t being very subtle. He just couldn’t take his eyes off Buck.

“The, uh—apple. I could chop one for you,” Buck offered, and Eddie considered it for a little while. Did Eddie really want that apple? Not entirely, but he wasn't about to say no to watching how Buck worked the knife.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Buck.” Eddie nodded, sitting at the barstool, and Buck looked at him with a soft smile.

Without another word, he picked another apple and the knife. Eddie traced his every move, observing how his arm’s muscles worked. When Buck cut off the first piece, he reached out his hand to give it to Eddie right away. 

Eddie didn't really think about what he was doing, but instead of taking it over from Buck's palm, he was leaning closer to bite into the slice straight from Buck’s hand. His lips grazed over Buck’s fingers, and Buck let out a quiet gasp. Buck’s scent was playing with Eddie since the beginning of the shift, more intense than usual. Eddie could tell just by the smell alone if he entered the room where Buck was, but in that very moment, it spiked up twice as much. Rich undertones of cinnamon filled Eddie’s nose when he chewed on the apple, and then he licked his lips. Buck's eyes were trained on Eddie's face the whole time.

Their little staring contest was interrupted by the bell. Buck had to ditch the half-cut apple, and Eddie did frown a little because it turned out to be a very tasty apple. Or maybe it had something to do with the way it was delivered to Eddie’s mouth, but he didn’t dwell on that as he rushed to the ambulance.

“Are you alright?” Hen asked the moment Eddie climbed into his seat.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Eddie asked back, a little confused.

“You’re really flushed. More than usual.” Hen pointed out, giving Eddie a quick once-over with her eyebrow suspiciously raised.

“Huh,” Eddie huffed, reaching out his hand to his cheek and his face turned out to be really heated up. “I’m fine.” Eddie muttered, and luckily, Hen didn’t say anything else for the rest of the way to the scene.

Unfortunately, Eddie wasn’t the only one who picked up on Buck’s sweeter-than-usual scent. They responded to a car accident, with one of the vehicles being a bus. Most of the passengers were already crowded on the curb, and Eddie was assigned to check up on them while Hen got inside the bus with Ravi. Buck was busy extracting the door of the other car, and Eddie saw very clearly a few of the passengers ogling him on. Not that Eddie could be particularly surprised, watching Buck doing his job was a pretty good sight. He would do the same if he could. But he had to continue with his job.

“I wish it was me trapped in that car,” One of the women gasped tragically to the other. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, girl, same.” The other nodded with a dreamy tone. Eddie was one calming breath away from saying that Buck wouldn't bat an eye at them, because he was a professional.

“Me too, and I’m not even into guys.” The third one joined the conversation, the one Eddie just finished checking on.

“Well, looks like whoever is actually trapped there isn’t about to waste their chance.” The first one sighed with disappointment, and Eddie’s head snapped in Buck’s direction so fast that he almost got a whiplash. The driver of the car was already being pulled into the gurney while he clutched onto Buck’s bicep, and he fluttered his eyes. He was talking, but Eddie was too far away to actually hear his words. But Buck’s beaming laugh reached Eddie just fine.

“What’s his name?” It took Eddie a good second to realize that the question was directed at him.

“That’s none of your business,” Eddie snapped back a little meaner than he initially intended to. He wasn’t remorseful about it, though, even when the woman who asked him that question looked at him, raising her eyebrow with judgment.

“You could be a little nicer,” She scoffed, and Eddie had to fight with the roll of his eyes.

“And you could just let us do our job instead of harassing a public servant.” Eddie could admit that this was probably an exaggeration, but he was pissed off, sue him. Or better not, he wasn’t that mean, was he?

But it actually worked as the woman didn’t say anything else and let Eddie do his job. She was still ogling Buck, but nothing else came out of it.

When Eddie was done, he couldn’t locate Buck anywhere. He huffed and puffed, packing up his medical bag and heading to the ambulance. In times like this, he missed being partners with Buck.

They had to drop the driver of the bus off at the hospital, so when they got back to the station, the rest of the team was there. Eddie's annoyance was still bubbling inside, and the moment he got out of the ambulance, he immediately searched for Buck.

He was upstairs, sitting on the loft couch, thankfully alone. Eddie plopped right next to him, their thighs plastered to each other.

“Are you okay?” Buck asked, giving Eddie a small once-over.

“Did you give that guy your number?” Eddie didn't bother with an answer, immediately locking in with his questions.

“What?” Buck looked dumbfounded.

“The guy from the car. Did you give him your number?” Eddie repeated, his voice more insistent this time. Buck blinked a few times before he answered.

“Of course not.”

Eddie swallowed his purr. It wasn't all yet.

“Did he give you his?”

“Eddie…”

“Did he?” Eddie insisted, clasping his hand on Buck's bicep.

“No. He was barely conscious.”

“Good.” Eddie fully purred this time, and then he looked around the loft. They were still alone here. He couldn't stop himself, and he climbed into Buck's lap. Buck made a cute little ‘oomph’ sound the moment Eddie leaned on him with his weight.

“Eddie, what are you—” Buck gasped when Eddie tucked his face into the crook of his neck, and he started to rub his cheek into Buck's scent glands and higher, where Eddie left his mark.

“Oh, okay,” Buck sighed, a small content breath out, and then his amused laugh rambled into Eddie's ears. “It’s alright,” Buck murmured in a soothing voice, while his hand landed at the small of Eddie’s back. His touch burned Eddie through the material of his uniform, but he welcomed that feeling. When Eddie finally detached himself from Buck’s neck, Buck was looking at him with a soft smile and a glint in his eyes. Eddie took a small whiff, and he purred when he could smell their mixed scents.

“Are you happy now?” Buck asked, and suddenly Eddie felt the weight of what he had just done. He was also still sitting in Buck’s lap. His cheeks heated up as he slumped back into the couch.

“Sorry, I, uh— I’m not sure what possessed me,” Eddie whispered, trying to hide his embarrassment, but it was probably written all over his face.

“It’s really fine, Eddie. That was nice. Do you want the other side?” Buck asked, baring his neck for Eddie.

“Can I?” Eddie hesitated, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Buck’s skin. Pale and unmarked on this side of his neck. It was calling Eddie’s name; his teeth and gums were itching to dig themselves there as well.

“Yeah.” Buck nodded a little breathless, and Eddie couldn’t stop himself. He buried his face there, but instead of biting him, Eddie grasped his fingers on his own thighs.

Eddie was less frantic this time, and he was more just breathing in Buck’s scent. He still wasn’t sure what those cinnamon tones meant, but Eddie got addicted to them. It felt like a reward. He probably didn’t deserve any reward, but he took it anyway.

Loud steps on the stairs startled Eddie away from Buck’s neck.

“Better?” Buck asked, his voice a little strained. Did Eddie abuse his kindness? 

“Yeah, thanks.” Eddie smiled, and it felt genuine. He didn’t have to force his lips to go up; they did it on their own when Eddie saw a slight pink blush on Buck’s cheeks.

“Anytime, Eddie. But uh— I’ve gotta piss,” Buck said, getting up from the couch faster than Eddie could even blink.

Just like that, Eddie was left alone, but he didn't have a chance to dwell on that because he and Hen got a medical call to respond to.

Eddie almost survived the rest of the shift without any issues, but he should probably know better than to celebrate too early.

It was probably their last call for today, and it was a small kitchen fire, but in a high-rise building, so they had to move quickly. It started to spread on the next flat when they got to the scene, but they managed to stave it off before it took over more rooms. 

It seemed like the end of it, Eddie and Buck were the last ones still in the flat, Buck was grabbing up his gear, and Eddie tagged along. They were heading up the stairs when Buck heard something. It was as if someone were making noise behind the wall. As it turned out, it was the resident of that neighbour's flat that also caught on fire. A young woman panicked when she smelled smoke, and she used the elevator, which was stuck between two floors, when the power went down.

Buck contacted Chim through the radio, but they already had everything they needed with themselves to get the victim out of the elevator, so the rest of the team stayed down.

It was Buck who slipped inside through the cracked door to get the woman out. Eddie immediately noticed how her eyes widened at Buck's sight, and she looked like she wanted to eat him alive.

“Well, this is embarrassing. I forgot you shouldn't use the elevator during the fire,” She said with fake sheepishness, and yeah, Eddie almost scoffed that it was, in fact, embarrassing. But Buck smiled at her, that easy thing meant to relax whoever was on the receiving end of it. Eddie clenched his fists.

“Don’t worry, ma’am. Let's just get you out.”

“Thank you.” She nodded, also smiling, but she fluttered her big fake eyelashes.

Buck boosted her up, and Eddie grabbed her hand to help her get out, though he had to fight with a wince that almost showed up on his face. Buck didn't need much help to get out of the elevator, but Eddie reached a hand for him anyway, and Buck took it with a soft smile. Their palms stayed clasped for a little longer than was necessary, but they were interrupted by the woman throwing herself into Buck's arms.

“I think I hurt my ankle when the elevator stopped. Will you help me get out?” She asked because, of course, she did. Eddie rolled his eyes, grabbing both their equipment, since Buck had his hands busy now.

They headed to the stairs, and Eddie was grateful that it was only the fourth floor.

“You smell really nice,” The woman prompted, grasping Buck's shoulders like he was her lifeline. Eddie bit his tongue not to say ‘thanks, it’s our mixed scents’. But he could be above it.

“Uh, thank you.” Buck gasped out, and his face was getting redder. Eddie wasn't sure if it was from exertion or did she actually get Buck all flustered.

“I don’t see a ring on you.” 

“Rings on hands are a hazard on this job.” Eddie couldn't stop himself from a little jab this time. She didn’t see the ring, but she for sure could see the mark. It was right in front of her eyes. And sure, it probably didn't have as much of an effect as if Eddie had worn a matching one, but it still meant something. It meant something, right? And sure, mating bites traditionally are more of a claim staked on omegas, as a sign to other alphas to back off. But it wasn't unusual for alphas to also get a matching one if they respected their mate enough.

“Right. So, are you married?” She didn’t even bother to give Eddie a look, her eyes zeroed in on Buck.

“No,” Buck grunted, and now Eddie was sure it was exertion.

“Great, so are you—”

“—Mating marks used to mean something.” Eddie scoffed, and the woman gave Eddie an offended look.

“What’s your problem, man?” She asked with a tone Eddie was very familiar with. Eddie had been talked that way ever since he presented. It always made him feel like he didn’t belong anywhere. Like he wasn’t a true omega, because he couldn’t carry his pups. He couldn’t give that to his alpha.

“Don’t talk to him like that,” Buck almost growled, and something sang inside Eddie right now. He almost smiled to himself, but he managed to school his face to not show any emotions.

“Jesus, chill out. I wasn’t trying to offend you,” The woman huffed and then, thankfully, she didn’t say a word for the rest of the way down. Eddie offered to check up on her ankle when they got out; he was a professional after all, but she refused. Eddie wasn’t about to argue with her.

He tried not to let that situation get into his head, but it was probably too late for that, as one thing became very clear.

Buck was wearing Eddie’s mark, but Eddie didn’t have a matching one. Now, when Eddie thought about it, for the whole time when Buck was helping him during the heat, he almost never got close to the upper parts of Eddie’s body. They didn’t kiss. Buck only once buried his face in Eddie’s neck, and even then, his lips barely touched Eddie’s skin. He never touched Eddie’s chest.

Buck said he was fine with being platonic mates, but he didn’t suggest marking Eddie back. Could they even be called that? Didn’t it require both of them to be marked? He would wear Buck’s mark with pride. He would love to feel his teeth breaking through the skin on his neck, making it clear for everyone else that he was Buck’s and Buck’s only.

But he wasn’t. He didn’t belong to Buck. And he had to deal with that feeling, the jealousy whenever someone got interested in Buck, the gnarling yearning inside to be reciprocated, because none of that was Eddie’s to have.

The way back to the station and then home was once again torture. Eddie just wanted to tuck himself into a blanket and maybe cry himself to sleep. He knew it wasn’t an option, not when he had to get into the same car as Buck and then come together to the same house, all under his careful gaze.

Hen didn’t ask questions. She looked equally exhausted after their 24-hour shift, and Eddie appreciated the silence, but he was already dreading the moment when he got out of the ambulance and met with Buck’s eyes. And he wasn’t wrong. Eddie only managed to open the door, and Buck was already standing there, with both of their duffel bags in hand.

“B-shift is already here, Chim is letting us go. Do you wanna take a shower here or go home?” Buck asked, and Eddie clearly could see in Buck’s jittery posture which option he would like more.

“Go home.” Fortunately, Eddie wanted to get out of here just as much.

“Alright, then let’s go.” Buck nodded with a soft smile. Eddie expected him to hand Eddie his bag, but he headed straight to the car, and Eddie trailed after him with his hands empty and fidgety.

Buck was also being silent all the way back home, but it was a different silence. It was charged and filled with Buck’s assessing looks, which Eddie tried really hard to ignore. He sat more comfortably in his seat and closed his eyes, but even then, he could feel when Buck’s gaze landed on him. It was boring a hole into his soul, how could Eddie not feel that.

When they finally got home, and Eddie managed to take off his shoes and put back his duffel bag, he almost thought he had gotten away. He was about to escape to the bedroom when Buck’s hand landed on his shoulder.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” Buck asked, his voice earnest.

“Nothing.” Eddie shrugged, but it was very obvious in Buck’s eyebrow raising higher that he didn’t buy it.

“Eddie,” Buck just sighed.

“It’s fine,” Eddie promised, but he didn’t convince even himself.

“It’s not fine, I can see that. Did I do something wrong?” Buck’s voice got into that higher register, the one when he was shrinking himself to fit, and Eddie hated that.

“No.” It sounded less like a lie because Buck didn’t do anything wrong. It was all Eddie's thing. He brought all that on himself.

“Just tell me what is going on.” Buck was insistent, and Eddie felt that he was getting close to breaking.

“Nothing is going on.”

“Yeah, that’s why you were scenting me and then snapped at that woman?” Buck changed his tactic a bit, and it spurred Eddie on. 

“Why didn't you bite me back?” That question came out of Eddie without his permission. Eddie hated how desperate he sounded. Buck’s gaze softened a little, but he still looked puzzled.

“What?”

“You said that maybe we could be platonic mates, but I don’t have your mark,” Eddie pointed out, and now Buck looked pained. Like he just got punched in the face. Like the mere idea of putting his mark on Eddie’s neck brought him physical pain. 

“Eddie,” Buck whispered pleadingly.

“I know I’m not your—I know that, you were clear that it’s platonic, but you didn’t even ask if I wanted one.” Eddie's voice broke out in the middle, and he felt tears blurring his vision.

“I didn’t ask because why would you want one?” Buck asked, and he also sounded like he was on the verge of crying. Eddie didn't understand what he meant. Why would Eddie not want a mark from Buck when he was dying to get it? It didn't make any sense.

“What?”

“Eddie, I’m not stupid enough to believe that you would ever want anything more from me. It was just the heat, and I was really happy to help. You have to know,” Buck pleaded, and now Eddie felt even more puzzled. It was like they were having two different conversations.

“Know what?”

“Eddie,” Buck called with a broken whisper. His blue eyes seemed even more blue than usual, shining with tears. Eddie could drown in them.

“Buck, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.”

“Eddie, come on,” Buck's shoulders sagged with resignation. “Now you’re just being mean.”

“Me?” Eddie snapped back incredulously.

“Yes, because how am I supposed to keep it platonic and mark you?” Buck asked, and Eddie was speechless for a good second. What did that even mean?

“It was your idea.” Eddie pointed out, and then he crossed his arms. How did they end up like that?

“To mark you?” Buck's voice was starting to slip into a more angry tone.

“To keep it platonic.” Eddie matched him right there, his own exasperation clearly bleeding into his voice.

“Yeah, because you’re straight,” Buck said, and Eddie felt like he had just been slapped right across his face. It was a ridiculous thing to say after what they did for two days straight.

“I’m… what?”

“Eddie.” Buck sighed with resignation.

“I’m sorry, Buck, but what part of me begging for your dick was exactly straight?” Eddie asked, and Buck blinked at him a few times, like his brain was trying to catch on with what Eddie said. 

“You were in heat. It’s just biology.” Buck pointed out, and Eddie almost scoffed at that. He just zeroed his eyes on Buck instead.

“Well, I’m not anymore, and I still want your dick,” Eddie said, crossing his arms again and raising one of his eyebrows in challenge. Buck swallowed. Eddie's eyes traced the movement of his Adam’s apple. He blinked a few times again, and his eyes filled with something that looked like careful hope.

“So…” Buck made a small step forward. “You’re not straight.”

“Yup.” Eddie nodded, keeping his expression schooled. Buck's eyebrows suddenly scrunched in confusion.

“So why did you agree on that platonic thing?” Buck asked, and this time Eddie took one more step, Buck was within reach of his hand now. Eddie's eyes filled with tears again, but different kinds than before. He was about to bear his whole heart for Buck.

“I thought that was the only way to have you,” Eddie whispered, and a soft smile bloomed on his face, despite two tears that slipped down his cheek.

“Eddie,” Buck gasped out, and his hand reached to wipe Eddie's cheek. “You have me whole. I’m all yours, and I’ve always been.” Buck promised, and his whole face softened so much that it made Eddie’s heart ache with love. He looked so pretty like that, so open and vulnerable in front of Eddie.

“So you weren’t just a good friend?” Eddie almost squeaked, his voice went into high register with disbelief. 

“Well, I was trying to be.” Buck laughed and his thumb started to trace gentle patterns on Eddie’s cheekbone, right where Eddie’s mole was. “But it felt like I was the one using this whole situation to get into your pants.”

“Buck, I was begging you to get into my pants.” Eddie deadpanned.

“Yeah, because of the heat,” Buck said, and Eddie could tell he wasn’t exactly serious this time, but Eddie still rolled his eyes.

“Oh my god, say that again and I will show you how much I want you in my pants.” Eddie shoved Buck away, but with a smile he couldn't contain.

“It’s not that much of a threat as you think it is.” Buck winked with a smirk, and it melted Eddie a little. He wanted to get on his knees and worship him right here and then, but there was one thing Eddie needed more.

“I’m not letting you anywhere close to my ass if you don’t mark me back.” Eddie pouted, crossing his arms. Buck looked at him with such fondness in his eyes that Eddie couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. Buck always looked at him like that. Now, maybe a little more openly, but it was always there.

“Oh no, I will have to bite the love of my life, how awful.” Buck kept his tone theatrically serious, but his amused smile was giving him away. Eddie's heart missed a beat.

“The— Buck.” Eddie could only whisper his name like a prayer. Buck's features got a little more earnest, and he grabbed both Eddie's hands.

“I love you, Eddie,” Buck said, and his voice was so sure. Eddie didn't doubt for a second that he meant that with his whole beautiful heart. He was the luckiest man in the whole Universe.

“I love you, Buck,” Eddie said back, his voice barely a whisper. “Can you kiss me?”

“Eddie, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you,” Buck promised, and yet his lips were still so far away from Eddie's.

“Then come here.”

Eddie didn't have to be told twice. Buck grabbed both of his cheeks, and then he leaned his head in a practiced move. Eddie raised on his tiptoes to meet him halfway, and then their lips finally connected. It was a gentle kiss at first, but it still felt like everything just slotted into a place. Eddie was right where he should be.

Soft brush of lips quickly became more, when Eddie moaned and it invited Buck's tongue into Eddie's mouth. He was demanding yet still so gentle that Eddie melted into the kiss. Buck's hands travelled lower until they settled on Eddie's waist and dragged him closer.

“Buck,” Eddie whined when one of Buck's hands slipped onto his ass.

“Mhm.” Buck hummed, his lips never leaving Eddie's face, now latched to his jaw.

“I wasn't kidding. You’re not fucking me without putting your mark first,” Eddie warned.

“That's fair,” Buck mumbled into Eddie's neck, nibbling very gently on his skin. Eddie slipped his hand into Buck's curls and tugged, so Buck would look up at him.

“How do you want me?” Buck asked when their eyes met.

“I want to make you come first, and then you can mark me,” Eddie whispered, grasping Buck’s hair a little tighter.

“Fuck, Eddie.” Buck groaned, and his eyelids fluttered heavily. He looked fucked out already, and Eddie barely did anything. He was such a sight like that.

“Yeah?” Eddie purred.

“If I ever say no to you making me come, then I’ve been replaced with a clone.” Buck chuckled. “What do you want me to do?”

Eddie weighed his options for a second. He wanted him to do so many things, but he couldn’t do them all at once. He also wasn’t sure what he could ask for.

“What are you up for?” Eddie asked with careful enthusiasm.

“I mean… it probably won’t take much to make me come at this point, but I’m up for whatever you want.” Buck shrugged as if he hadn't just turned Eddie’s world upside down. He couldn’t be real.

“Really?” Eddie gasped in disbelief.

“Yeah.” Buck nodded eagerly. Eddie looked at him, biting his lip.

“You would let me fuck you?” Eddie asked, and maybe it shouldn't be much of a surprise for Eddie. He didn't actually manage to get an inside look at Buck's sex toy collection, but Eddie knew for a fact that Buck owned a dildo.

“Absolutely.” Buck's enthusiasm still managed to amaze Eddie. “Do you want to fuck me?”

It was a very tempting offer, and Eddie would really love to take Buck on it one day, or maybe in a few hours, honestly, but right now, Eddie felt too desperate. 

“No. I mean, eventually yes, fuck yes, but I’ve got different plans for now.” Eddie purred, and he palmed Buck’s dick through his pants. Buck gasped at his touch. 

“Yeah?” Buck moaned, and he sounded so out of breath already. Eddie wanted to ruin him.

“Yeah. I want you to come like this.” Eddie whispered into Buck's ear, and he could feel Buck's cock jumping under his hand.

“You mean—”

“—Into your pants, just from my hand and words,” Eddie murmured, and Buck clasped his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. His hips sought friction, chasing Eddie’s palm, and for a second, Eddie considered grabbing his waist with a free hand to stop his motions, but he just let him grind. He looked so hot like that, just as desperate as Eddie, his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched, and lips open, letting out quiet moans. 

“Oh fuck,” Buck whined when Eddie gripped his crotch harder.

“My good alpha, doing exactly what I’m telling him to do. Are you my good alpha, Buck?” Eddie asked, his tone just a little bit mean. 

“Yes.” Buck nodded eagerly, his hips buckled up harder, humping Eddie’s hand like a dog. Eddie’s overgrown puppy.

“Will you come for me like this?” Eddie was fighting not to burrow his face in the crook of Buck’s neck, but he didn’t want to lose sight of his face so blissed out.

“Please, Eddie,” Buck whined, and then the sweetest little whimper came out of his throat. His movement became erratic. He was getting close.

“So big and so useless right now,” Eddie murmured with his tone sweet yet mocking. “Would you just hump the air if I took my hand away?” 

“Eddie,” Buck wailed, a needy, helpless sound, and his hands grasped Eddie harder, as if he was scared that Eddie would really let him go right now.

“I won’t, but answer me, alpha,” Eddie urged him, and Buck nodded again.

“Yes.”

“Good boy,” Eddie purred, and he was sure that if Buck had a tail, it would be furiously wagging right now. Instead, he rolled his eyes and dropped his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck. Eddie felt his hot breath on his skin.

“Eddie” Buck gasped, his voice muffled and sweet.

“Come and mark me, alpha.”

It was all it took for Buck to whimper beautifully, and then he latched his teeth into Eddie’s neck at the same time, Eddie could feel his dick twitch and stain his pants with his cum. Eddie moaned when Buck dug his teeth deeper, breaking the skin. It stung, but it didn’t really hurt. Eddie just felt pure euphoria filling his veins where Buck’s teeth were still buried in his body.

His alpha, his mate, his Buck.

His his his his his

“Bite me again,” Buck demanded when he detached himself from Eddie’s neck. Eddie didn’t need to be told twice; he found again the place where Buck’s mark wasn’t fully healed yet and latched onto the skin. He didn’t break in this time, but it still left an indentation when Eddie was satisfied and backed down.

“Platonic mates, huh?” Buck laughed when his breathing calmed down a little. Eddie couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on his face. Not that he wanted to. He just let the happiness wash over him. His own happiness, and the one that beamed from Buck. 

“Just mates,” Eddie hummed, kissing Buck’s mark.

“Soulmates,” Buck mused, leaning back a little so that he could look into Eddie’s eyes. And how could Eddie not believe him, when Buck was looking at him like that?

“Soulmates,” Eddie nodded.

They stayed like that just a little longer, until Buck looked down at his pants and winced a little.

“I need a shower.” Buck lamented, and he was about to turn on his heels, but Eddie grabbed his bicep.

“Or we could go round two.” Eddie shrugged with an innocent smile.

“We could. But bedroom,” Buck announced as he shoved his arm under Eddie’s thighs and carried him to the bed bridal style.

“Platonic, my ass.” Eddie laughed when Buck threw him onto the sheets.

It all might have started with a nap, but sure as hell didn't end with one.