“Try Some Tenderness” Ch. 11

“Morning, sunshine. Have fun with your cat nap?”

Jack’s voice tickled along his ear, sending a little shiver through his body despite the anxious little twist in his stomach that came when he opened his eyes and saw Jack’s handsome face looking down at him.

The fondness in his eyes was undeniable. But Rhys wondered how much he actually deserved it.

The floor thumped softly as Jack got on his knees besides the hammock, hands knitting into the intricate rope work suspending the bed as he leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against Rhys’ cheek. His nostrils flared, blowing his own scent over Rhys’ skin like it could shield him from danger. It did help ease Rhys’ nerves somewhat, even coming from the main source of his worry.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, bundled up like this. Almost didn’t want to disturb ya, but it’s been a good couple of hours since I’ve seen those pretty eyes and I just had to.”

“That’s always your excuse for waking me up…” Rhys mumbled softly, wrapping his arms about his chest, elbows resting on either side of his belly. He glanced at Jack, expectant, but the alpha didn’t make a move or say anything further. He just sat, half-leaning against the hammock, looking at Rhys’ like he was the most important thing on the entire planet.

Hi it’s been awhile. This is like 6k of mpreg fluff along with some last minute issues I needed to wrap up. There’s going to be a small little epilogue that will be going up in the next few days to cap it all off, but this is the last “official” chapter as it were. Hopefully you guys are still reading haha

If you’re interested in reading this from the beginning you can find the full fic on ao3!

The last seven months with Jack had been pure bliss.

Every morning he’d woken up with his alpha in bed, warming the sheets next to him and covering them in a warm, spicy scent that had instantly made Rhys feel at ease.

He honestly had no metric with which to compare Jack to, in terms of alpha involvement with a pregnancy. Vasquez had been a null presence, utterly absent as Rhys had struggled through pregnancy all on his own.

But Jack had been there to rub cream into his growing belly, there to kiss his neck and calm him down whenever Rhys got anxious or upset. He had been there to hold his hand at his doctor’s appointments, glaring protectively at all the medical personnel as the moved their hands and sensors over the omega’s belly. He had been there when they found out they were having a little boy. He had been there to chuckle and shake his head when he caught Rhys making a nest of sheets and Jack’s clothing in one corner of there room, before sitting down by the snuggly omega and wrapping his arms around his growing middle. He had been there to have an extra room painted and decked out as a nursery, there to take candid pictures of Rhys resting in a rocking chair in the corner, hands resting on his belly as he napped in the light of Elpis.

And to top it all off, one day Jack had come home all excited kisses, to tell Rhys that it was finally ready.

It, being Rhys’ surprise. The omega had expected maybe a nice dinner, or a new suit tailored specifically to his growing form, or maybe an ice cream cart installed in his bedroom so he didn’t have to either get up in the middle of the night and waddle to the freezer or kick Jack awake.

But a massive mansion and a planned island vacation on a luxurious tropical planet was just as nice.

They’d arrived after the smoothest transport ride Rhys had ever taken—whether that was due to the updated luxury of Jack’s personal craft, or a couple of tasteful threats levied at the pilots to drive extra carefully—and without the usual cramp in his thighs and the small of his back that came with long trips Rhys was more than happy to stretch his legs out in the peachy Eden 6 sunlight.

“….Wow…” Was all he could say as he shielded his eyes and peered up the coastal vista, where the mansion sat perfectly perched near the elegant cliffside.

It was huge. Rhys was pretty sure he couldn’t even see it all, considering the fans of shimmering fronds that shielded most of the house from the outside, while still keeping a perfect view of the endless ocean from the huge walls of windows sandwiched in between the sharp angles of the modern design. It’s pale blue paint matched nicely to the deep blue sky above and the jeweled, turquoise waves lapping up against the rosy shoreline below.

Rhys breathed deeply, a happy smile curled over his face. Cyrus would love the place, but Rhys had insisted he stay on Helios with Vaughn until school let out for the spring.

Pebbles crunched behind him as a hand slipped around his waist, giving his hips a proud pat.

“So?” Jack grinned at him, holding his hand out as if to cup the mansion in his palm. “What do you think?”

“….I’m shocked it’s not yellow.”

Jack laughed.

“You know, I was gonna paint it yellow, then one of the planners made a big stink about how it’d ruin the natural beauty or something…I was about ready to wring his stupid little neck, but then he showed me that cute little shade of blue, and well…lets just say he’s lucky daddy has a soft spot for robin’s egg.”

The company porters quickly unloaded their luggage from the underbelly of the transport, going ahead so Rhys and Jack could enjoy a leisurely walk without feeling hurried by the idea of unpacking. Rhys appreciated the sights as well as the slower pace—the doctor wanted him walking to help his circulation and mood, but warned him not to strain himself too much. Rhys didn’t think that’d be much of a problem, especially on this trip. Not only was Jack overprotective, but he also had probably stuffed the house full of luxuries and sedentary activities to prevent Rhys from getting either too bored or so antsy he’d want to try and do something risky.

The pup kicked in Rhys’ belly, as if to remind him that yes he had a very good reason to not push himself too much. He chuckled, answering his pup with a soft rub to his stomach that drew Jack’s attention as they walked the flower-rimmed path.

“He giving you trouble?”

“Nah, not too much.” Rhys rubbed his stomach, rucking up the soft material of his shirt. “Just letting me know he’s awake.”

Jack stopped him momentarily. He did this from time to time, interrupting whatever Rhys was doing so he could feel his belly. The omega usually gave in and let him, unless they were someplace embarrassing, but without another stranger for a thousand miles around he allowed it. Jack’s hands felt good on him this far into the pregnancy, with how stretched out and round he’d gotten.

Jack hunched slightly, his hands playing on both sides of Rhys’ belly as he tried to feel for the baby. The omega detected the flutter of the pup against his insides, but that didn’t necessarily mean that Jack would feel anything. But just as he was about to brush Jack’s hands off, the pup suddenly turned, kicking out against Jack’s left palm so hard that it moved.

“A-Ah, that was a big one…” Rhys huffed as Jack smirked, rubbing the spot where the baby had nudged out.

“Haha, what a strong little pup, look at him…all right, all right, easy, Jack Jr.”

Rhys snorted as Jack’s hands finally left his bump, allowing them to continue their walk towards the mansion.

“You’re not gonna give up on that, huh?”

“Jack’s such a good name, pumpkin. I tell ya. He’ll come right outta the womb with swagger.”

“I don’t know if I want my baby having swagger….and I think one Jack is enough,” he chided gently as the approached the front porch of home, the couple practically dwarfed by the massive pediment, supported by columns intricately carved like honeycomb, with enough holes to make Rhys wonder how it could possibly be holding everything up.

“Some omegas get rings or clothes as gifts…I get a whole house.” Rhys couldn’t help the smug smile that came over him at seeing just how much love and detail had been put into the mansion.

The mansion that his alpha had built for him. How many omegas could say they had an alpha who did half that much?

“Only the best for you, cupcake,” Jack purred as he led through the doors held open by the servants, who met them with expectant smiles.

The inside of the mansion somehow looked bigger than it did on the outside. The ceiling shot upwards, the cool white broken by massive skylights that let in the glow of the tropical sun above.

The western wall of the living room opened up completely with floor to ceiling glass, allowing even more light to shine through onto the sleek black and white decor. Jack had clearly managed to sneak a bit of his own personal tastes past the interior designer, because spots of yellow dotted the walls and floors in the form of modern pantings and the occasional accent pillow tossed artfully on the couches.

“Do you love it, sugar?” Jack purred as he came up behind his mate, hands happily coming to grasp each other over his stomach as he nested his chin on Rhys’ shoulder.

“It…it’s a lot to take in,” he admitted. Though he really did like it. Being with Jack had really whet his taste for luxury, and the pristine home definitely satisfied it more and more with each minute he stood inside.

“Damn right it is. It’s got everything your little heart could desire…” Jack fanned his arm out in the wide space, as if presenting at a gala. “You want the grand tour, huh sugar? May I suggest starting with the master bedroom?”

“How about we end the tour in the bedroom, big guy?” Rhys bumped his butt back against Jack’s as the alpha started to pet his hip with his other hand. “If we do it in the beginning then well…the tour might as well be over before it even begins.”

“Save it for the grand finale, huh? Oh, you won’t be disappointed.”

Rhys laughed as Jack lead him out of the living room and into one of the many hallways branching off into all corners of the mansion.

“I never am.”

A few days into their vacation, and Rhys was already in heaven.

Jack had everything here that he could possibly need. There was a kitchen stuffed to the brim with everything Rhys could think of craving, and a line of cooks ready to prepare it specifically for him. There was a clinic and a doctor on call if Rhys wanted to see the baby or check in with his health. There was a fully staffed spa ready to massage Rhys’ aching calves or rub lotion into his skin or do his hair. Rhys had to admit he’d sought out their services more than once so far on his vacation, and they’d only been there for a few days. He was still getting used to the idea that people were being paid large salaries to wait on him hand and foot, but gradually—and as he grew more and ungainly and achy—he was starting to get used to it all.

But there was something that still weighed on the omega’s brain, that fidgeted at the back of his neck, and made the heat in his body spike past the now usual pregnant warmth.

Jack hadn’t yet bonded him.

Part of Rhys had just expected Jack to go for it after learning that the omega was pregnant. It wasn’t entirely unheard of to go about things the way they had, but usually pairs were bonded before having pups, and Rhys had figured Jack would have wanted to play “catch up.” But Jack had never initiated, never brought it up with Rhys, and Rhys had been far too blissed out on pregnancy hormones and basking in the attention Jack was lavishing on him to think much about it.

But now that he was nearing the end of his pregnancy, the topic of bonding was again rearing its head. Rhys found himself dwelling on it whenever he had a quiet moment to himself. At first, he’d been able to keep himself busy with all the activities available to him, as well as the parts of the mansion hidden through virtue of its sheer size, but by the third day he’d started spending his time just sitting alone, thinking.

On the fourth day, he spent most of the morning and afternoon in bed. Or, rather, the hammock bed hanging next to the window in the room he shared with Jack. It was nest-like, forming a cozy little alcove that made him feel nice and comfortable—weightless, which was pretty important especially as he continued to get bigger. He marveled at how much he’d already grown, worried about how big he could possibly get.

Rhys had spent a couple hours watching the television hookup on his palm display, but now he just wanted to enjoy the natural ambience drifting in from the shore. He relaxed, cheek nuzzled against his pillow, hand rubbing down to cradle his belly as he stared out over the sparkling, turquoise waves that stretched out towards the fuzzy horizon, letting their rolling movements lull him into the depths of his own thoughts.

Rhys had encouraged Jack to go out and explore the surrounding cliffside, not wanting to keep his alpha totally cooped up in the mansion just because he had to be. The place was huge, sure, but there were still walls and a ceiling boxing the space in and sometimes a breath of fresh air could do the body good. Rhys sometime sat outside on the porch as well, letting the warm breeze blow in from the ocean and over his relaxing body, but Jack craved something with a little bit more adrenaline. So he’d let him go rock-scrambling down one of the cliffs to a secret little bay full of tide pools that one of the many guides had been gushing about, with the promise that he’d take pictures and bring him back a shell or an interesting rock or two.

Rhys hadn’t had the energy to go out on the porch today, nor downstairs at all, really. He’d only moved to go to the bathroom once or twice, then again to switch from the main bed he shared with Jack to the hammock by the window. Thankfully, the breeze was just as nice up here as it was down on the cliffside porch.

Not so thankfully, all he could think of thanks to the quiet and Jack’s absence was how the alpha hadn’t broached the subject of bonding yet.

The baby was almost here—he kicked at Rhys’ stomach pointedly, as if he could hear the omega’s thoughts. It seemed like the thing to do. Usually the bonding came before the baby, but so far Rhys had kind of bucked the trend in terms of the normal omega life plan. And Jack didn’t seem to bat an eye at his unusual way of going about things, taking it as it came with charm and humor.

Still.

He worried his lip, old insecurities starting to float about his mind as he closed his eyes, trying to chase them away with the allure of a nap. But they poked at him, needling.

Maybe Jack didn’t want to bond.

Maybe he still wanted a way out.

Maybe you’re not good enough.

Rhys tugged the blanket tighter about himself, his brows scrunched uncomfortably together.

He’d thought these thoughts were long buried. Taken away once Jack finally admitted he loved him, agreed to live with him, agreed to have a baby with him.

Rhys managed to fall into a somewhat troubled nap, tossing and turning the most he could with his heavy belly weighing him down against the hammock. Despite the discomfort, he stayed asleep up until the point where warm lips brushed up against his temple, sending him fluttering awake.

“Morning, sunshine. Have fun with your cat nap?”

Jack’s voice tickled along his ear, sending a little shiver through his body despite the anxious little twist in his stomach that came when he opened his eyes and saw Jack’s handsome face looking down at him.

The fondness in his eyes was undeniable. But Rhys wondered how much he actually deserved it.

The floor thumped softly as Jack got on his knees besides the hammock, hands knitting into the intricate rope work suspending the bed as he leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against Rhys’ cheek. His nostrils flared, blowing his own scent over Rhys’ skin like it could shield him from danger. It did help ease Rhys’ nerves somewhat, even coming from the main source of his worry.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, bundled up like this. Almost didn’t want to disturb ya, but it’s been a good couple of hours since I’ve seen those pretty eyes and I just had to.”

“That’s always your excuse for waking me up…” Rhys mumbled softly, wrapping his arms about his chest, elbows resting on either side of his belly. He glanced at Jack, expectant, but the alpha didn’t make a move or say anything further. He just sat, half-leaning against the hammock, looking at Rhys’ like he was the most important thing on the entire planet.

Rhys blushed under the unconditional attention, fidgeting softly even when Jack started to pet his arm, eventually drifting up to where the omega’s hand rested on the underside of his stomach. The touch made him squirrelly, Jack’s sudden presence bringing to the forefront all the things he’d been trying to distance himself from in his nap.

“Jack, wait…” He stopped him as Jack tried to tug the hem of his blue shirt up and over his stomach. It was a surefire sign the alpha was about to get lost in feeling his belly and the movements of his pup for the next couple of minutes, but Rhys felt seized with an urgency that he needed to get this out now.

“What’s up?” Jack patted the hem back down, though he kept his hands on Rhys’ stomach as he peered up curiously at his mate. Rhys swallowed.

“I need…”

“What, sugar? You got one of those pesky cravings? Cause you know you can just buzz the chef and he’ll whip you up anything you want—“

“N-no, no, it’s not food…” Lunch did sound good. But Rhys couldn’t put this off any longer, lest it disturb what was supposed to be his last pre-baby vacation further.

“Then what, babe? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Okay. Um. First can you help me uh…get to the bed?” Rhys would rather be laying down besides Jack when he broached this.

“I can do you one better, kitten.” Jack stuck out his arms, slipping them underneath Rhys’ body despite the omega’s blush and half-hearted protests. He made a big show about hoisting Rhys up into his arm, earning an annoyed pout from the omega. Jack fixed his posture with a sheepish smile, carrying Rhys over to the bed and gently laying him down on his side, facing towards the window and the softly swaying hammock.

Jack sat down on the other side of the bed, looking down at the reclining omega for a moment before he flopped down besides him, sending the bed bouncing. Rhys wondered what it was made out of. He wondered if Jack could tell him.

First things first.

“Okay, so…you remember what we talked about a couple months ago?”

Rhys wasn’t dumb. He came laden with baggage and he’d wanted to make sure Jack knew it might spring up occasionally if they wanted to be together.

Jack had been cool with it at the time, assuring Rhys that he’d be there to listen whenever he needed it. Which was all nice talk that had placated him and made him feel better in the moment. But he’d never really taken Jack up on that request yet. To talk about sticky feelings.

“Oh, yeah. I remember.”

But if they were going to raise a baby together, he needed to do this.

“I…I think I wanna cash in that chip now.”

“Sure thing, kiddo. Shoot.”

Rhys fidgeted with the hem of his loose fitting shirt, though loose didn’t seem to apply to him anymore. He’d grown so much that even his biggest clothes seemed to cling to him. Sometimes the hem bunched up at the underside of his belly, rubbing against his skin uncomfortably. He could probably get away with going about the mansion naked, though the thought of doing so in front of the servants, even if they were paid to tolerate any shenanigans he and Jack might get up to, was a little too much.

He flattened the curling hem against his stomach, taking a deep breath and feeling his middle expand softly in response.

“I….I’m just not sure…I realized that you haven’t…that we didn’t…”

Jack tapped his finger against Rhys’ hip, though his eyes held a surprising amount of patience.

“That we haven’t…well…bonded yet.”

Rhys closed his eyes tight, too scared to look at Jack’s expression. Even hearing his voice was almost too much as Jack cleared his throat, sounding bemused.

“Kitten…I…”

“Oh god, just forget it,” Rhys moaned, covering his face with his hands as he burrowed his chin towards his chest, suddenly wanting to disappear. “Just forget I asked.”

Strong hands, gentled with concern, grasped lightly at his wrists. Rhys let Jack pull his hands away from his face, though he didn’t open his eyes until Jack’s lips softly pressed against his lids. He opened them one by one, Jack’s softly smiling face slowly coming back into view as if he’d just switched up the resolution.

“Is that why you wanted me to go out today, sugar? You were worrying about…something like that?”

“Well, I didn’t want an antsy alpha on my hands either. You needed to get out and stretch your legs.”

Jack’s fingers stroked against the inside of his wrist, as if wanting to calm his pulse. Rhys shifted gently, adjusting his belly’s position against the sheets.

“So….um…what do you think?”

“About bonding?”

“Yeah.”

“I…I didn’t.”

Rhys stomach sank slightly.

“Oh.”

“W-Wait, hold on, it’s not that I’m…I…I guess I just didn’t think about it.”

Rhys snorted, eyes falling to Jack’s throat.

“Don’t lie.”

The alpha’s Adam’s apple bobbed indignantly.

“I’m not!”

“You’re an alpha…bonding is like…end game for you guys just like it is for us.”

“Hmm, always figured my end game was like, ruling the universe or something.”

Rhys puffed softly, glancing back up to Jack.

“There’s still plenty of time to do that.”

“No conquering for you ’til after you push out that pup, sugar.” Jack pointedly brushed his hand over Rhys’ belly. “Though maybe I’ll let ya blow up a camp or two if you get real antsy.”

“I don’t think I find destroying as cathartic as you do…ice cream and blackmail is how I get my kicks.”

“Pfft. Typical omega. All about sweets n’ sabotage.”

“I’d like to call you a typical alpha, but if you’re more set on world domination than bonding, well…” Rhys was teasing, but a kernel of worry sprung up in him at the idea that maybe Jack was more interested in personal conquests rather than personal relationships.

Jack shook his fingers through his hair, one eyebrow kinked up in thought.

“Man. I guess I have been thinking about it a bit. I just…hm. I dunno.”

“What? You know this talking things out stuff goes both ways.” Rhys reached out to pet his forearm. Jack got the hint, scooting in closer until his torso just about brushed up against Rhys’ belly. The omega lightly laced their fingers together as Jack reached forward with his other hand to to brush the loose hair away from Rhys temple.

“I guess I just didn’t want to pressure you, babe. I know there’s been…well”

Jack’s hand settled softly against the side of Rhys’ face, the omega reaching up to cover it with his own free palm.

“Stuff.”

Jack sniffed.

“That’s putting it lightly.”

Rhys rubbed Jack’s hand with his thumb, enjoying their combined weight against his cheek.

“I know there’s been….stuff, there’s always gonna be stuff but…well, I…I think…”

Rhys took as deep a breath as he could with his stomach weighing against him.

“I’m not exactly opposed to it.”

“Me neither.”

“There’s not really….a reason not to do it, then. Is there?”

“Unless you’re scared.”

Scared wasn’t really the word Rhys would use. Apprehensive, maybe. This wasn’t like how it had been with Hugo. If things went wrong he couldn’t end it as easily as he’d ended it with his ex—and he struggled to even call that easy. If something happened, or if Jack decided further down the line he didn’t want him, he didn’t know he could survive that. Especially after bonding.

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, good thing I’m never scared.” Jack gave the hand between them a reassuring squeeze as that beaming smile blossomed across his face for a moment, before fading into something softer. “I’ve got enough courage for the both of us.”

Jack slid the palm against Rhys’ cheek out from under his hand, trailing down his jawline to carefully take the omega’s chin between his fingers.

“It’s not hurting you, is it? I mean…I’m not a big expert on omega stuff but I got that bonding has an affect on pregnancy…you seemed and smelled pretty happy, sugar, so I didn’t…”

“Oh no, no I’ve been…I’ve been fine, really…” Rhys assured with a slight wave of his hand. “I haven’t really noticed any….major isolation or sadness or anything like that…stuff that you worry about during un-bonded pregnancy…you’ve been great, really.”

“Good. I mean, of course I’ve been great.”

Jack wasn’t wrong. They were vacationing in a testament built to show off how great Jack was. Rhys had never felt so spoiled before.

He curled his knees up slight, thighs nudging up against the underside of his belly as he sought a slightly more comfortable position. Rhys looked down between them, the ample blue mound of his stomach bridging the gap between him and his lover.

So many omegas he’d spoken to over the years couldn’t fathom the idea of getting pregnant before bonding. They’d given him an earful, usually after he accidentally let spill that he was a single father. All he really knew about its sanctity seemed to come from other people who thought it to be the real beginning of life between an alpha and omega. But he and Jack had already long begun their life together before thoughts of bonding even seriously entered each other’s head. Their relationship had endured so much, remained solid even without the support of the bond. Hell, his body had carried one, almost two children without it.

Maybe he’d been stronger than he’d thought.

“You…you’d really want this, right?” He ventured. “You’re not just…saying you want to bond because I brought it up, right?”

Jack shrugged.

“Bond, no bond, as long as I’m with you. If you wanna do it, then I’m up for it. If not, then it’s fine too.” Jack winked. “You’re not the only one who bucks the trend on what endotypes are supposed to do.”

Rhys worried his lip.

“Maybe, well…I don’t think I need it, but…I am interested in experiencing what it feels like to be bonded and pregnant. I hear it’s like a natural high.” Rhys wiggled his toes. “Might help me feel better about my sore back and feet. You’d probably be on massage duty a little less.”

“Aw, but I love getting my hands on you.”

“You still can,” Rhys sung softly, stroking his fingers up and down Jack’s chest. “But it…it might be fun. To bond. Is what I’m saying.”

“Just say the word, babe.”

In the past few months, almost year now—Rhys wouldn’t let Jack forget about their anniversary even if they might be knee deep in feedings and diaper changing at the time—the alpha had proved himself caring and trustworthy over and over again. Rhys couldn’t forget that in his trepidation. He couldn’t let himself give into his own insecurity any longer, not when Jack was being honest about his own feelings and need with him.

“Okay then.” Rhys stated, feeling his chest flutter as the words left his lips. “I want to do it. I want to bond.”

Jack leaned his chest forward, keeping mind of Rhys’ belly as he wrapped his lover up in his arms as best as he could, peppering kisses all over his forehead.

“That’s perfect, sugar. Just swell.” Jack pulled back to grin down at Rhys, who met him with a smaller, equally tender smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. When do you want me to do it? You need me to roll out the red carpet, pour you champagne, or something like that?”

“No.” Rhys leaned up to brush their noses together. “I just need you to love me. Um. While you do it.”

“Heh. Easy-peasy, cupcake.”

Jack started to move, sitting up and leaning over Rhys. The omega rolled half onto his back before Jack managed to claim his lips, hands planting on either side of the bed around him. Rhys flushed deep as they parted, deeper when Jack’s hand brushed against his inner thigh.

“Now?”

Jack scented him from ear to chin, chuffing softly against his lips as he met Rhys’ eyes.

“We’ve got a beautiful view and the sea air breezing in. Birdies chirping in the trees. You’re in your awesome boyfriend’s billion dollar mansion that he built just for you. And we’re the only people that matter for hundreds of miles around. It’s as good a time now as any.”

Despite the talk of bonding and their own building eagerness, Jack still took the time to work him up with kissing and foreplay before moving on to the main event. His throat blossomed with light bruises that dripped down to his collar by the time his alpha set about divesting him of his clothing. He let Jack strip him completely naked, rolling his shirt up and over his head before shaking the stretchy pants free from his ankles. Jack had a bad habit of tossing his clothes carelessly on the floor, but Rhys saved the chiding for later. He had more important things to concern himself with, chief among them the warmth of Jack’s crotch against his bare rear and the hot damp of his mouth against the back of his neck.

Jack stuck a pillow in the customary position between Rhys’ belly and knees. It had been awhile since they’d had sex in this particular position, considering how large and uncomfortable Rhys had gotten, but with the idea of bonding set into his bones, it just felt right to be on his hands and knees with his alpha at his back.

The breeze from the open window swirled about the room, cooling the skin not heated by the friction of their bodies, providing a contrast that made Rhys shiver. His belly rubbed against the sheets as Jack carefully placed his hands upon his lower back, balancing himself as he slid his own pants down around his hips. Rhys shuddered softly as he felt the warm head of Jack’s cock, already wet with pre-cum, rub against his rear.

“You ready for me?”

Rhys nodded.

“Yeah.”

Jack’s cock slid in, so easily that in no time he’d rooted himself in up to the balls. Rhys purred happily at the weight inside of him, familiar and constant despite how his own weight had grown. He rutted softly back into Jack’s hips, encouraging the alpha to press closer to him. Jack responded in kind, rubbing his chest and stomach up against Rhys’ curved back. He kissed his shoulder, brushing his teeth against his skin. Rhys could feel the length of his canines, already pushed out from his gums in excitation of their instincts.

Sex might not be necessary to bonding but it helped Rhys relax in the face of what was coming. Having Jack’s weight against him, a familiar feeling inside of him, helped keep him calm and aroused and open to the idea of this man officially taking him as his mate. He gripped the sides of the pillow underneath him, rubbing his cheek against the silky case as he looked up at Jack with one eye, not wanting to lose sight of his alpha up until the point where he leaned in to bite and bind himself to Rhys.

It wasn’t long before he felt the familiar swell of a knot start to work open his entrance, more slick spilling out in answer. His heart leapt in his chest as Jack panted against his neck, fuzzy and unsure whether each breath might quickly come down in a bite that would change his life forever. His toes curled, fingers tensing into the pillow beneath his head.

There’s still time to back out, the voice in the back of his head needled. His eyelid fluttered half closed, straining slightly against the pleasure rocking through his body.

Hugo had talked about bonding on occasion, but as a joke, as something to dangle over Rhys’ head. The idea had laid about their relationship like a trap, a net to spring and catch Rhys’ leg lest he misbehave.

But now he wanted it. He really wanted it.

He could be Jack’s, but Jack could be his, too. It wasn’t a trap, wasn’t a game, wasn’t born from pity. They laid on the same playing field, chest to back, heart to heart on the bed. Jack wanted this.

Rhys wanted this.

“Jack….Jack….do it.”

Rhys’ chest hitched at the scrape of teeth against the throbbing, sensitive gland at the back of his neck, still untouched despite everything that Rhys had been through. His bonding site had never been something he’d consciously protected, but as Jack prepared to bite down on it he became more aware of it then he’d ever been—aware it’s something he couldn’t take back, couldn’t redo, couldn’t fix once it was broken.

It filled him with anticipation.

“Do it.”

The teeth at his neck were like light bursting through a patch of clouds—as fangs popped into his flesh and punctured his bonding site he was suddenly awash with a warmth spreading outwards from the bite, tingling like fire from the nape of his neck all the way down to his tailbone and out through his nerves to the ends of his fingers and even down to the tips of his toes. His mouth hung open in a reedy, lingering moan as he clutched the pillow to his face. He bit out the whine in the fabric of his pillow, the sound loud and insistent even when muffled by the damp fabric of the case torn between his teeth.

He didn’t know how much time has passed before he felt the warmth of Jack’s tongue licking at the back of his neck, the brush of it over the punctures in his flesh tingling and warm instead of stinging. Only the slight tug in his ass, filtering through the dizzy bliss, reminded him that Jack had even knotted him

“You still in there, Rhysie?” Jack breathed, and as the feelings flooding his body settled deep within his bones, wrapping inextricably around him like a part of his flesh,

“I can feel you…”

“I would sure hope so, pumpkin, considering I’m knot deep inside.”

“N-No…not just that…”

Rhys took a long breath, deeply aware of the feeling of air filling his lungs as he inhaled Jack’s scent, the alpha in his blood, in his air, against his skin.

“I…I feel you everywhere.”

Jack kissed around the tender skin of the bite, his hands coming to rest tenderly atop Rhys’ forearms.

“How does it feel, Rhysie? Good?”

“Yes.”

Jack huffed, softly, and Rhys almost heard a hint of relief.

“Right back at you.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon curled up in bed, exploring each other without need for touch, enjoying the pleasure of presence with little insistence. When Rhys finally let Jack help him to his feet, he walked with a new delicacy in his step, the burden he’d grown used to carrying inside of him now shared across two shoulders. They ate dinner on the porch, hips brushing together on the plush couch as they watched the sunset together. Rhys swore he could almost smell the colors streaking like candy through the peppered clouds of the sky, his senses fine-tuned, as if a shroud he’d never known to exist had finally been lifted from around his face.

He leaned against his mate, head resting on his shoulder as Jack’s arm wound about his waist, hand splayed across the side of his belly. They felt like a pool of gold melting together, thoughts and feeling bleeding into one another as they watched the sun slowly dip below the horizon.

Rhys smiled gently, letting Jack’s emotions wash over him, winding with his own like a sturdy rope holding them through the bond. Calm washed over him, like the waves rolling against the shoreline far below, all previous worries ironed away and leaving him with nothing but bliss and hope as he looked ahead, already glowing with the promise of this new stage in their relationship.

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A scene from Try Some Tenderness! One of my fav fics!

Color pallets used are Cyrus | Rhys

rhys looks so stress lol poor kiddo

POV

Cyrus was terrified.

He had been scared ever since he’d woken up this morning with Mr. Vasquez knocking on his door and ordering him into the stuffy pants and itchy shirt that Cyrus hated. But he did it because he didn’t want to be yelled at again, and managed to be brave and not cry when they ended up walking towards a familiar office. Cyrus had felt his heart leap in his chest as they entered, wondering if Mr. Handsome had gotten his letter.

But now things were even scarier. Mr. Handsome was angry, really angry with Mr. Vasquez, and his mom looked scared and about to cry, which made Cyrus cry too, especially when Mr. Handsome screamed and jumped over his desk at Mr. Vasquez, who pushed him to the floor. The impact hurt his wrist and his knees and he started crying even harder, the smells of blood and angry alphas making him tremble. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be back home, his real home. Cyrus flinched and cried out a little when he felt somebody grab him, his little claws slashing out in fear until his face was smothered up against a familiar, comforting scent. His eyes widened, little body instantly burrowing into Rhys’ chest as the omega grabbed him close, hiding his face from the violent scene happening before him.

POV

Cyrus was terrified.

He had been scared ever since he’d woken up this morning with Mr. Vasquez knocking on his door and ordering him into the stuffy pants and itchy shirt that Cyrus hated. But he did it because he didn’t want to be yelled at again, and managed to be brave and not cry when they ended up walking towards a familiar office. Cyrus had felt his heart leap in his chest as they entered, wondering if Mr. Handsome had gotten his letter.

But now things were even scarier. Mr. Handsome was angry, really angry with Mr. Vasquez, and his mom looked scared and about to cry, which made Cyrus cry too, especially when Mr. Handsome screamed and jumped over his desk at Mr. Vasquez, who pushed him to the floor. The impact hurt his wrist and his knees and he started crying even harder, the smells of blood and angry alphas making him tremble. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be back home, his real home. Cyrus flinched and cried out a little when he felt somebody grab him, his little claws slashing out in fear until his face was smothered up against a familiar, comforting scent. His eyes widened, little body instantly burrowing into Rhys’ chest as the omega grabbed him close, hiding his face from the violent scene happening before him.

“Try Some Tenderness” Ch. 10

Before long, the boy was tucked away in his bed, holding onto his robot plush as Rhys softly closed the door behind him. A soft clap from Jack quickly shut off the rest of the lights in the kitchen and living room as him and the omega wound their fingers together and made their way back to the bedroom.

Rhys soon sat curled up in the bed, mouth freshly tasting of toothpaste and clad in the new silky pajamas Jack had bought him the week previously. The alpha had holed himself up in the bathroom with the tap running, washing his face—the face below his mask, Rhys assumed, due to the closed door—leaving the omega briefly alone with his thoughts, mulling over the events of the day until the lock clicked and Jack emerged—mask on, hair damp and disheveled, scarred and tan body fully on display aside from the scant yellow boxers clinging to his hips.

Rhys felt a stirring in his loins at the sight, but the worried thoughts were beating any arousal that he might want to act on as the alpha slipped into his bed. So instead, Rhys reached forward, fingers dancing on Jack’s thigh as the man settled in next to him.

“So….so that’s okay, right?”

Jack gave him a confused look.

“What’s okay, pumpkin?”

Rhys hummed, twisted the bedsheets in his hands.

“Cyrus…you know, calling you dad and all.”

Jack tilted his head to the side, tousled hair spilling over his temple.

“Well…I mean, I thought it was already a bit…y’know…”

“Sorry…I guess I’ve just been…I dunno, dodging around it a little bit? Hahaha…” Rhys’ voice broke a little nervously as he rubbed his cybernetic wrist. Jack let out a small snort, shaking his head.

“Sweetheart, we’ve already moved in together…”

Holy heck this has been a long time in coming!! Sorry about the serious wait for the next chapter, I ended up working on a bunch of other projects, the BL Gift Exchange, as well as just the hectic nature of moving apartments and dealing with the holidays and con prep and stuff. But here it is! An extra long and plot-heavy chapter to make up for it. c:

Enjoy!! ❤

The sickness had been little more than a nuisance at first, a tugging nausea in his belly in the morning and occasionally throughout the day. Sometimes, he would throw up his dessert from the night before, whimpering sourly at the loss of such good ice cream, but beyond that minor annoyance he tried not to think much of it.

But when it persisted, intermittently, over the course of a week or so, Rhys could feel panic starting to rise up in his throat every time his stomach churned in a sickeningly familiar way. Rhys had been hunched over the toilet in Jack’s bathroom, throwing up for the second time this morning—the first time resulting in Jack insisting that he stay home for the day in order to kick this bug once and for all—when a troubling thought bloomed up in his brain that he quickly quelled. Because, honestly, it just couldn’t be.

It was just a little flu. Just some nausea. Not a big deal at all, nothing to panic about. Certainly not that. No reason to go to the doctor, right. Hahahaha.

It was only when Rhys nearly had a breakdown during a cybernetics meeting full of alphas and betas that he decided that something needed to be done about this “sickness.”

It happened almost two weeks after the initial nausea had started to settle in, the early morning illness now replaced by a prickling feeling of dread that crawled up his spine every time he wasn’t in the penthouse, or at the very least by Jack’s side. The simmering fear had exploded when a young alpha had come up and tried to shake his hand after the meeting, at which point Rhys had flinched back and let out a defensive keen. As soon as Rhys had finished profusely apologizing to both the stunned alpha and the rest of the confused congregation before dismissing them, he knew he could no longer live in pretend ignorance. So with his mind swirling with dread, he shyly carted himself off to the doctor, a young beta who was all smiles and careful movements as he took Rhys’ blood. He’d swung his feet as he sat on the examining table, the toes of his boots rubbing against the ground as he twiddled his thumbs, waiting for the doctor’s verdict, and when it finally came, Rhys felt his mouth go dry as his worries were confirmed.

The doctor gave him pamphlets on his options, but Rhys was too numb to do anything other than loosely grasp them in his hands as he left the clinic. He felt sick, his head spinning, and not because of the—of the baby growing inside of him. He clasped a hand over his mouth, trying to calm down his breathing as he stole away into the hospital bathroom, locking himself in the stall and leaning forward on his elbow against the wall of the stall. Panicked breaths seeped past his hands as tears leaked down his face, anxiety gripping at him as he found himself in the same position—again.

Jack was going to hate him. Jack was going to leave. He was going to leave and Rhys would have to deal with a pregnancy all alone again. Again, again, again—it was all happening again and Rhys’ couldn’t take it.

He’d sat against the tile floor, back braced up against the side of the toilet with his hands folded over his neck, until he’d finally managed to wrangle control of his breathing. The tears had eventually dried on his cheeks, the high, panicked emotion settling into a sick dread in his stomach.

He couldn’t tell him. He couldn’t. Rhys let out a weak little moan, shaking his head as he tried to calm down.

There had to be some kind of way out of this.

To his luck, Jack sent him a message on his ECHO saying that he would be working late, and to go on and have dinner with Cyrus without him so the kid wouldn’t have to stay up past bedtime. Rhys found such relief at the message and the scant bit of time that it gave him to plan his way around this sudden roadblock. He hurried out of the hospital, stuffing the pregnancy pamphlets into the trash can and picking up a bottle of cologne soaked heavy in vanilla bean and amber from a shop in the Hub of Heroism before scurrying on back to the penthouse. Vaughn dropped Cyrus off from school not long after, the boy happily nuzzling into his the omega’s neck as soon as Rhys picked him up.

“Mom, you smell really really really good!” The boy chirped, hugging Rhys close as he took in a loud sniff. Rhys chuckled a little at that, patting his son on the back as he carried him into the kitchen.

“It’s just a new cologne, sweetie.” Rhys assured as he sat his son down on one of the barstools pulled up against the kitchen counter. The boy nodded with a little “oh, okay!” before munching on the carrots and peanut butter crackers Rhys pulled out of the fridge and pantry and launching into a babble about how teacher had started to tell them about multiplication tables, and how Uncle Vaughn had offered to help if Cyrus ever got stuck on his homework. Rhys smiled softly at his son’s story, dabbing at Cyrus’ face with a napkin before helping the boy down from his barstool and leading him into the living room to watch some of the kids programming that Cyrus loved. His son happily cuddled into his side, resting his head on Rhys’ upper abdomen as the omega wrapped an arm around his son and rubbed his little shoulder with a smile.

Without Jack in the penthouse, Rhys could at least pretend that things were totally normal. It was just him and Cyrus, enjoying each other’s company and watching some wholesome kids shows, just like they had before they had moved in with Jack. Rhys could just enjoy the instinctual warmth of his son and ignore the worrying surprise growing inside of him and the mate that he still wasn’t sure whether to inform or not.

He left Cyrus for a couple of minutes when the boy eagerly agreed to his suggestion of having mac n’ cheese for dinner—a dish that Rhys knew he could cook—coming back as soon as the fancy cheeses and noodles from Jack’s kitchen were simmering away in the high-end crockpot. Rhys was still getting used to all the technology around Jack’s penthouse in general, much less his kitchen. He worried every time he turned something on that he’d end up burning the entire place down.

Cyrus was snuggled into the same spot when Rhys came back, his favorite yellow robot blanket wrapped tightly around him as he hugged a throw pillow to his chest. He cuddled back into Rhys as soon as the omega sat down and resumed the program. Rhys softly stroked Cyrus hair, feeling himself relax back into the couch as he lazily worked his finger through his son’s soft locks.

“Mom?” Cyrus turned his head, looking up at his parent. Rhys tilted his head down, a warm smile on his face as he tightened his arm around Cyrus’ middle.

“What is it, buddy?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure thing, Cy.”

“Is…is it okay if I call Mr. Handsome daddy?” Rhys stiffened a little, lips parting slightly at his son’s request. Well…it had certainly been a little bit implied since they had moved in with Jack, considering the nature of his and Rhys’ relations.

“I know…he beat up mean daddy, right? Does that mean he can be mine now?” Cyrus looked up at Rhys with big eyes. Clearly hopeful.

“I…well, I’m sure he’d love that, Cyrus.” Rhys said, perhaps not as confidently as he wanted, but Cyrus didn’t seem to notice, if the way his unsure face brightened up was any indication.

They settled back into a comfortable, warm silence, occasionally broken with Cyrus’ questions or babbles about the programs they were watching. The little boy was resting comfortably against Rhys, hands settled on the cybernetic arm wrapped around his little waist. Rhys could feel him starting to nod off, when suddenly there was the electronic beep of the security system, followed by the click of the door and Jack’s booming voice.

“Guess who’s home, kiddos!” Jack strode confidently into the living room, chest puffed out and a sharp smile on his face, like he was in front of a massive audience rather than just the omega and his son. Cyrus mumbled at the entrance, rubbing his eyes and blinking up at Jack, before a broad smile spread across his face.

“Daddy!” Cyrus exclaimed before Rhys could stop him, hopping off the couch and running to hug Jack’s legs. Rhys crept over from the couch, watching nervously as a soft bit of surprise flashed over Jack’s features, but it passed quickly, and soon the alpha was picking Cyrus up, spinning the kid around before pulling him in close, kissing him on top of his head with a wider, but gentler grin.

“Heyyy, kiddo, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Jack chuckled, resting Cyrus more fully onto his hip as he shuffled towards the couch, where Rhys had hopped up from his seat, hands nervously fidgeting behind his back. Cyrus nuzzled happily against the alpha’s chest, instinctively getting his scent all over as he pressed closer with a smile. Jack bobbed the kid gently with one arm, while the other hand drew Rhys’ wrist up, crowding his space.

Rhys tried to suppress his flinch, his anxious instinct to curl away from Jack, instead letting the alpha bring him close and kiss him. His heart nearly stopped when Jack took a deep inhale, breath curling on his fangs as he gave Rhys a bright grin.

“Smells good, sweetheart, too good for you cooking. Did you have help?”

“I helped mom!” Cyrus exclaimed, wiggling happily in Jack’s arms.

“Aw, you did didn’t you buddy? That’s my boy, didn’t get any of your mama’s cruddy cooking skills.”

Rhys rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the alpha.

“Okay, I did raise a kid for five years on my own, I know some of the basics thank you very much.”

“It’s true daddy, mom makes really good mac n’ cheese! Promise!” Cyrus nodded, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. Jack snickered, leaning in to tap briefly against the kid’s nose.

“Mmm, I’ll trust you for now, kiddo, but if you’re wrong, I’m gonna have Cyrus Casserole for dinner!” Jack laughed as he bared his fangs in jest, Cyrus squealing in mock-horror as he was spirited off to the kitchen in the CEO’s arms.

Rhys’ heart beat a little less frantically during dinner, the smell of three different kinds of melting cheese and crispy bacon—per Jack’s request—masking most of the scents of those gathered at the table. Rhys tried to act nice and calm, occasionally interjected in the banter between Jack and Cyrus as the former asked about the child’s day.

The meal passed pleasantly enough, with Rhys largely able to lose himself in the chatter between his son and Jack, occasionally quipping or riffing on one of Jack’s jokes in between mouthfuls of mac n’ cheese. He grew a little worried that Jack would notice just how much food he was packing away, but Jack seemed more interested in talking to Cyrus about the awesome plans for new robots he had doodled during lunch at school.

Cyrus was already yawning and starting to rub his eyes as he helped Rhys clear the table, the omega passing a knowing look onto Jack as he rinsed the plates and stuck them into his fancy dishwasher.

“All right, kiddo, up ya go, time for bed.” The alpha spoke as he bent down to pick Cyrus up, rocking the child against his chest even as he whined.

“Nooo…” Cyrus mumbled, though he rested and nuzzled against Jack’s chest, letting out another soft yawn. Rhys wiped his hands together and smiled, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his son’s cheek.

“Come on, buddy, lets get you into your Loaderbot PJs, okay? Daddy can help you.” Rhys soothed, smoothing the boy’s hair into place even as he burrowed into Jack’s chest and messed it up even further.

Before long, the boy was tucked away in his bed, holding onto his robot plush as Rhys softly closed the door behind him. A soft clap from Jack quickly shut off the rest of the lights in the kitchen and living room as him and the omega wound their fingers together and made their way back to the bedroom.

Rhys soon sat curled up in the bed, mouth freshly tasting of toothpaste and clad in the new silky pajamas Jack had bought him the week previously. The alpha had holed himself up in the bathroom with the tap running, washing his face—the face below his mask, Rhys assumed, due to the closed door—leaving the omega briefly alone with his thoughts, mulling over the events of the day until the lock clicked and Jack emerged—mask on, hair damp and disheveled, scarred and tan body fully on display aside from the scant yellow boxers clinging to his hips.

Rhys felt a stirring in his loins at the sight, but the worried thoughts were beating any arousal that he might want to act on as the alpha slipped into his bed. So instead, Rhys reached forward, fingers dancing on Jack’s thigh as the man settled in next to him.

“So….so that’s okay, right?”

Jack gave him a confused look.

“What’s okay, pumpkin?”

Rhys hummed, twisted the bedsheets in his hands.

“Cyrus…you know, calling you dad and all.”

Jack tilted his head to the side, tousled hair spilling over his temple.

“Well…I mean, I thought it was already a bit…y’know…”

“Sorry…I guess I’ve just been…I dunno, dodging around it a little bit? Hahaha…” Rhys’ voice broke a little nervously as he rubbed his cybernetic wrist. Jack let out a small snort, shaking his head.

“Sweetheart, we’ve already moved in together…”

“I know that, but, still….I didn’t know the exact extent of how far you wanted to take this.”

Jack snorted, relaxing back into bed with his hands tucked behind his head.

“Fair enough.” The silence stretched out between them, Rhys looking nervously at the alpha. Jack stuck out his lower lip, clearly in thought, and Rhys felt too worried to break it until Jack spoke up.

“Listen, Rhysie…I’m down to be the kid’s daddy, if that’s what’s gonna make him happy. Even yours too, if the situation calls for it. I’m flexible.” Jack teased with a dirty smirk, which earned him a small shove and a snort from the omega.

“Hehe. In your dreams, Jack.” Rhys tittered as the alpha laid back against the bed, one hand tucked behind the head and the other patting invitingly against his pecs.

Rhys hesitated in resting his head against Jack’s welcoming chest, the nagging fear of what he’d learned earlier today still brewing in his stomach, but he found he couldn’t resist the draw of his magnetic alpha. So Rhys laid down and snuggled close to him, fingers trailing softly over Jack’s stomach until his hand settled over his chest. He could feel the alpha’ heart throbbing underneath his skin as he inhaled deeply, nuzzling against one of Jack’s strong pecs. He wrapped one arm around Rhys’ shoulder, rubbing his upper arm as he hugged Rhys close and placed a small kiss on the top of his head. With his alpha’s scent heavy in his nose, Rhys managed to drift off to sleep after a little while, his previous worry slowly ebbing away as pleasant dreams overtook him.

Rhys’ anxiety went up and down over the next few days. When he was able to forget about the new life that was growing inside of him, he was fine, as cool and calm and cunning as he ever was. He ran his meetings properly, managing to tamp down the instinctual nerves that flared whenever a foreign alpha moved too abruptly or spoke out of turn. He noticed Jack looking at him a little stranger, sniffing at the air around him, opening his mouth whenever Rhys asked him what was wrong, only to shut it and shake his head, muttering. Rhys tapped his foot against the floor whenever he was sitting along at his desk, snatching his hand away from his stomach whenever he caught himself cradling it.

Jack being called away to an extended expedition down on the southern hemisphere of Pandora was a slight balm to Rhys anxiety. He was there to see Jack off in the hangar, kissing and scenting with his alpha, making sure Jack’s hands remained on his back and didn’t move over to feel up his abdomen.

Rhys knew he couldn’t deny the truth forever, and he certainly couldn’t hide it from Jack for even half as long. Sooner or later, there would be either a swollen bump or a newborn baby to explain away.

His body was constantly jittery, confused as to whether he wanted his alpha back by his side or as far away from him as possible. Pregnancy hormones warred against the terror of being abandoned inside of the young omega, reducing him to a tearful mess of frustration more than once in the days immediately following Jack’s departure.

It was a week into Jack’s assignment when he decided to finally set Cyrus down after a meal of spaghetti and meatballs, bobbing the boy on his lap as he tried to explain what exactly was going on.

“So, uh…” Rhys faltered, before picking up Cyrus’ little wrist and pressing the boy’s palm against the slight swell of his stomach. Cyrus glanced up at him curiously, cocking his head to his side as he waited for his mother to continue.

“Cyrus…you know, when sometimes you see other omegas with their children, and they have, well…they have a lot of babies, right?”

“Um…yeah? Some of them have a bunch of babies. Miss Evie says that her mama had four babies! So she has three sisters! Isn’t that cool?” Cyrus smiled brightly, kicking his legs underneath the table.

“Yeah…yeah, that’s great…so, um….like? I think I might be…no um. Well, mama’s gonna…he’s gonna have another baby…” Rhys finished rather lamely. Cyrus’ blinked at him for a few second, before looking down at Rhys’ belly, his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates.

“You mean I’m gonna have a baby sibling!” Cyrus gasped, quickly putting both hands on Rhys’ abdomen. “They’re gonna grow inside your tummy…is there even enough room in there?”

“There was enough room for you, buddy.” Rhys chuckled, running the fingers of his other hand through Cyrus’ hair, trying to tame those stubborn little locks. Cyrus let out an awed little noise, tiny hands planting on Rhys’ belly, marveling.

“Don’t tell daddy though, all right? I want it to be a surprise.” Cyrus nodded, lifting his hands to cover his mouth.

“I won’t! Promise!” The boy exclaimed behind his muffling hands, before Rhys ruffled his hair one last time and shooed his son off to have a bath.

A month dragged on since Jack had been gone, and Rhys was starting to get worried, despite his complicated feelings towards the alpha at the moment. He was jumpy throughout the day, even as he tried to keep his cool amongst the alpha’s jostling him for answers and advice in Handsome Jack’s stead. He was starting to show under his normal clothes now, the roundness in his belly evident as soon as he tucked his dress shirts into his pants, which left him with no other choice than to opt for baggier clothes and even more layers. Which helped with his appearance—even if he felt like he looked like a shapeless bag—but did very little for his nerves. Eventually, he started to feel far too jittery, and the night after a particularly trying day he was relieved to hear his ECHO go off. Happiness quickly dispelled the worry once he saw his alpha’s face, however lined with tiredness it was. Rhys smiled softly, tucking an errant lock of hair behind his ear as he finally got the chance to catch up with the alpha.

Jack was not happy about the way his absence had been stressing Rhys out, quickly agreeing to have one of his body doubles take care and help manage Helios in Jack’s stead, which took part, though not all, of the weight off of Rhys’ shoulders. The omega curled up on his side in bed, hugging the comforters close to his stomach, the blue light of the ECHO glowing back on his face.

“Sorry about all this, pumpkin. Looks like it’s going to take a little bit longer than usual. Frikkin’ bandits like a god damn thorn in my side. And Vladof’s tryin’ to move in on the mines in the southeast hemisphere ain’t doing much for my planet-sized migraine.” Jack sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Sucks I can’t smell ya through the ECHO. Should get some nerd on that. Make me some more millions banking off desperate alphas suffering in long-distance relationships.” Jack gave him a wry smile. “I swear though…you don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone, I guess.”

Now, Rhys hadn’t even thought about that. Even though Jack’s presence was missing from the penthouse, the entire space still smelled like him, still calmed Rhys when he started to badly need his mate. Jack didn’t have that, he was stuck in whatever high-security Hyperion facility he’d been holed up in down on Pandora, full of sterile, sucked-dry scent and not much else. Rhys hummed, tapping his fingers on his chin as he thought.

“Maybe I can send you something that smells like me? Would that help?”

“Babe, if you’re gonna send me your underwear, then I—“

“God, no, Jack, don’t be gross.” Rhys pulled a face. “I was thinking like a shirt or a scarf or some—” Rhys cut himself off as he noticed Jack’s eyes glittering at that.

“Scarves, huh? Don’t think I’ve seen you wear those before, sweetheart. Love to see something sheer wrapping all tight around your pretty neck…mm!”

“You keep talking like that, Jack, and I’m sending you one of my socks.”

One morning, Rhys drug himself out of bed, mumbling as he ambled towards the bathroom. His hand came down to cup the gentle swell of his belly through his T-shirt, keeping himself balanced as he shrugged off his boxers before pulling his shirt up over his head. He turned on the water to the shower, testing the heat with his palm before stepping in. He felt the muscles in his body unwind under the warmth of the water, a pleased groan spilling from his lips as the soothing water cascaded against his skin.

Rhys shifted the weight, rubbing his hips as he felt a twinge shoot up from his legs. His feet were starting to hurt. He scowled, looking accusingly down at them—though he supposed he should be grateful that he could still see his feet. That would change soon enough…Rhys groaned, shaking the thoughts of later pregnancy woes from his head as he pooled shampoo in his palm, massaging it through his hair.

He’d probably have to get a chair for the shower when that time came around. He hadn’t carried that heavily with Cyrus, and even then the later weeks of pregnancy had been a chore when it came to showering. And considering the fact that his belly was already getting this round only a month or so into it, Rhys had a feeling he would be pretty huge before long.

A brief terror had gripped him when he thought that it could’ve been twins, but yet another anxious visit to the doctor’s office had confirmed that no, there was only one child inside him. One healthy, perfect little child, the doctor had said with a smile.

Rhys couldn’t help smiling softly himself as he pressed his sudsy hands over the small round bump forming between his hips. He’d gradually gotten used to the idea that he was going to have another baby. He’d forgotten the pleasant flush of pregnancy hormones that coursed through even the bodies of un-bonded omegas, fostering attachment to the little unborn creature growing inside. Rhys was trying his best to manage Jack’s penthouse while simultaneously taking care of himself, taking the proper vitamins and getting rest whenever Cyrus wasn’t in the mood for play.

Rhys lifted his hands temporarily to scrub the shampoo from his hair, the slight scratch of his nails against his scalp feeling nice to his sore body.

He’d have to send some kind of a gift to Jack’s body double for taking over for him so he could get the proper amount of rest, as well as keep clear from alphas who might end up getting nosey, or worse, violent upon scenting an omega steadily progressing through pregnancy. Though honestly, Rhys had no idea which of Jack’s presumably many body doubles was helping him out right now. There was still so much about the man and the inner workings of his personal life that Rhys still did not understand, even after living with the CEO for quite some time now.

Rhys lost track of himself under the soothing pressure of the shower, only remembering to turn it off once he realizes his fingertips were starting to grow pruny. Bracing himself against the bar inside the shower stall, Rhys carefully eased his way out onto the tile floor, pulling a large fluffy yellow towel from the rack and beginning to dry himself off. As soon as he was finished tousling his hair free from water save for a few errant droplets, he wound the towel around his hips and under his growing belly, knotting it at his hip before groping around for the doorknob.

The first thing Rhys noticed upon opening the door was that all of the lights were on. The omega blinked in confusion for a moment, sure that he had left only the nightstand reading light on when he had decided to take a shower. Perplexed, Rhys turned to close the door behind him, only for a deep and familiar voice suddenly whisper into his ear from behind.

“Gotcha!”

Rhys started, letting out a shocked yelp as broad hands wrapped around his middle, the warm chuckling of his alpha suddenly filling his ears as he felt warm breath heavy with Jack’s scent tumble over his neck. Rhys squirmed for a moment before freezing in place as he fully grasped what was happening.

Jack—

Jack’s hands were there.

Rhys stared down at his middle, utterly horrified as he saw that Jack’s large, thick hands were splayed directly over his obviously pregnant stomach. His voice stuck in his throat, only small creaks of surprise stealing from him as he looked on in terror. His heart seized in his chest as Jack’s finger started to move, feeling, and Rhys could hear the puffs of air coming from the alpha’s nose as his face pressed in closer to Rhys’ neck, taking in the sweet scent that Rhys had tried so hard to keep from him over these past few months.

And then Jack’s hands on him moved from searching to solidly cupping his belly, and Rhys lost it.

The omega let out a terrified yelp, tearing out of Jack’s arms and nearly falling over as he stumbled away from his alpha. He hunched over next to the foot of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. His heart was pounding in his ears, and even the smell of his alpha couldn’t do much to calm the fear that blossomed in his brain.

This was it.

Rhys could stop his heavy breathing from breaking into hoarse sobs, tears suddenly prickling at his eyes as he stood stock still, refusing to speak or look at Jack.

He was going to leave he was going to leave, Rhys was going to be hurt and left all alone again, and he couldn’t take it.

Jack stayed quiet and still for so long that Rhys wondered if he had left, abandoned him to his terror and shame. Maybe that would have been for the best, Rhys could just gather Cyrus and their things up and leave, and forget this whole thing had ever happened.

“Rhysie….” The low rumble of Jack’s voice startled Rhys from his fugue, but the omega remained stiff and turned away from the alpha, not wanting to look into the man’s eyes, to confirm what he had feared all along. He let out a scared whimper, his knees shuddering together and threatening to give out.

Warm breath on the back of his neck nearly made the omega fall to the floor. He could feel Jack chuffing and scenting along his neck, carefully pressing his nose into the side of Rhys’ throat. The omega tried to curl away, but his instincts fought him, dying for his alpha’s touch, for the father of his child to take him into his arms and hold him, to keep him safe after all these long weeks.

Rhys finally turned his head over his shoulder when Jack kept still for a long while. Through his watery sight he could see that Jack was still silently pressed against the side of Rhys’ neck, his lips softly touching the omega’s flesh. His eyes were half open, staring past Rhys into empty space, before flicking up to meet Rhys’ eyes as soon as the omega turned to look at him.

Jack….he didn’t look mad. Rhys noted, even as his heart continued to thump in his chest. He fell the alpha’s hand come up to his hip, merely grazing Rhys’ with his fingers, not daring to grab the omega, as if he were afraid of Rhys leaving him.

The two men stood completely still for so long that Rhys lost track, the omega steadily relaxing into the warmth of the alpha behind him. Jack grew more bold, settling his hand fully on Rhys’ hip. He rubbed it gently, before creeping over to replace over the soft swell of the omega’s belly.

A quiet, marveling chuckle hummed into the side of Rhys’ neck. The omega slowly turned around in Jack’s arms, the alpha’s hand remaining on his stomach as he pulled away from Rhys’ throat, his eyes falling momentarily to Rhys’ stomach.

“You know…I thought, I thought before I left, that something was up with you…” Jack murmured. “I….Rhys?”

Rhys only realized tears were welling up in his eyes when Jack touched his chin, carefully tipping it the omega’s face towards him.

“Rhysie…baby, don’t cry. C’mon, don’t do this.” Jack hushed, shaking his head.

“I…I’m sorry…” Rhys whimpered, snorting and rubbing at his nose as he pulled his face away from Jack hand. “I…Jack, I was really f-reaked out…”

“ ‘Bout what, sweetheart?”

“Well…I mean…you remember that whole thing with my…my ex leaving me…uh, kind of a little bit of a big deal. Kind of really sucked. And I guess I just thought…”

“You thought I’d be another asshole alpha looking to ditch after knocking you up,” Jack frowned, his fingers still rubbing slowly over Rhys’ middle, “I get it kitten, but come on, give me a lil’ credit.”

“I know.” Rhys huffed, crossing his arms over his belly, “it’s stupid, but I was scared. You can’t blame me for being scared…”

“I said I get it, sweetheart. You don’t gotta explain any more” Jack lowered his voice, one hand remaining on the omega’s stomach as the other wound around his waist, drawing him closer.

“So…” Rhys’ voice was still small as he rubbed at his eyes, looking up at his alpha. “You….you’re not mad? You want this?”

For the first time, Jack’s mouth broke out into a smile, pleased canines even poking a little bit over his lips.

“Another little me running around, though? Sweetheart, this is going to be friggin’ great.” Jack’s eyes were glowing with delight as he dropped down to his knees in front of the omega, both palms now cupping the gentle bump of Rhys’ stomach as he leaned forward and peppered it with eager kisses.

“You’re gonna grow up to be a big strong hero just like me, huh? A little Hyperion heir on the way! This is the best homecoming news I could have asked for, babe.” He placed a little kiss right on Rhys’ belly button, making the omega giggle and crack a smile as his shaky fingers combed through Jack’s hair. He took a deep, pleased breath, finally absorbing his alpha’s scent, letting it sink into his bones and make him feel warm and loved and safe.

“Cyrus is going to be happy to see you….I bet he’s going to scream. He’s been asking every day, when is daddy coming home, when is daddy coming home?” Rhys whispered, tucking a ruffled piece of Jack’s hair behind his ear.

“Well, daddy’s back now, kitten.” Jack murmured softly, voice slightly muffled against Rhys’ stomach, “and he’s never going to leave you again.”

“Heyyy, kiddo, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Jack chuckled, resting Cyrus more fully onto his hip as he shuffled towards the couch, where Rhys had hopped up from his seat, hands nervously fidgeting behind his back. Cyrus nuzzled happily against the alpha’s chest, instinctively getting his scent all over as he pressed closer with a smile. Jack bobbed the kid gently with one arm, while the other hand drew Rhys’ wrist up, crowding his space.

Rhys tried to suppress his flinch, his anxious instinct to curl away from Jack, instead letting the alpha bring him close and kiss him. His heart nearly stopped when Jack took a deep inhale, breath curling on his fangs as he gave Rhys a bright grin.

“Smells good, sweetheart, too good for you cooking. Did you have help?”

“I helped mom!” Cyrus exclaimed, wiggling happily in Jack’s arms.

“Aw, you did didn’t you buddy? That’s my boy, didn’t get any of your mama’s cruddy cooking skills.”

Rhys rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the alpha.

“Okay, I did raise a kid for five years on my own, I know some of the basics thank you very much.”

“It’s true daddy, mom makes really good mac n’ cheese! Promise!” Cyrus nodded, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. Jack snickered, leaning in to tap briefly against the kid’s nose.

“Mmm, I’ll trust you for now, kiddo, but if you’re wrong, I’m gonna have Cyrus Casserole for dinner!” Jack laughed as he bared his fangs in jest, Cyrus squealing in mock-horror as he was spirited off to the kitchen in the CEO’s arms.

this chapter is getting way too damn long but i dunno where to cut it or anything ffff

Single dad au Rhys is stressed around Christmas because he doesn’t have enough money to buy Cyrus everything he deserves and he sees all the ads for Happy Xmas Families and feels guilty. But Cyrus doesn’t care, he’s happy with festive mac n cheese and turkey made by Uncle Vaughn and kisses from Auntie Yvette and all the little toys and candy Rhys buys him and gives Rhys a biiiiiig hug and kiss and thanks him and Rhys cries because how does he deserve such a sweet son

Cyrus catches Rhys under the mistletoe and hes like YOU GOTTA GIMME KISSES NOW and he gets scooped up and absolutely smothered in them until he’s squealing and play-struggling and Rhys is laughing all warmly and its cute af

To his luck, Jack sent him a message on his ECHO saying that he would be working late, and to go on and have dinner with Cyrus without him so the kid wouldn’t have to stay up past bedtime. Rhys found such relief at the message and the scant bit of time that it gave him to plan his way around this sudden roadblock. He hurried out of the hospital, stuffing the pregnancy pamphlets into the trash can and picking up a bottle of cologne soaked heavy in vanilla bean and amber from a shop in the Hub of Heroism before scurrying on back to the penthouse. Vaughn dropped Cyrus off from school not long after, the boy happily nuzzling into his the omega’s neck as soon as Rhys picked him up.

“Mom, you smell really really really good!” The boy chirped, hugging Rhys close as he took in a loud sniff. Rhys chuckled a little at that, patting his son on the back as he carried him into the kitchen.

“It’s just a new cologne, sweetie.” Rhys assured as he sat his son down on one of the barstools pulled up against the kitchen counter. The boy nodded with a little “oh, okay!” before munching on the carrots and peanut butter crackers Rhys pulled out of the fridge and pantry and launching into a babble about how teacher had started to tell them about multiplication tables, and how Uncle Vaughn had offered to help if Cyrus ever got stuck on his homework. Rhys smiled softly at his son’s story, dabbing at Cyrus’ face with a napkin before helping the boy down from his barstool and leading him into the living room to watch some of the kids programming that Cyrus loved. His son happily cuddled into his side, resting his head on Rhys’ upper abdomen as the omega wrapped an arm around his son and rubbed his little shoulder with a smile.

Without Jack in the penthouse, Rhys could at least pretend that things were totally normal. It was just him and Cyrus, enjoying each other’s company and watching some wholesome kids shows, just like they had before they had moved in with Jack. Rhys could just enjoy the instinctual warmth of his son and ignore the worrying surprise growing inside of him and the mate that he still wasn’t sure whether to inform or not.

trying to wrap up single dad au and yet here i am dragging it out with cyrus and rhys fluff

“Try Some Tenderness” Ch. 9

But none of that vulnerability was on display as Rhys clacked through the hallways, men and women of all endotypes giving him a wide berth as he halted in front of one of the many doors lining the hallway of the clinic. Many of these rooms were reserved for patients recovering from cybernetics surgery or other health concerns related to their implants. Rhys knew these halls well, from before he had even been promoted from within the department. He leaned forward in front of the door, the retinal scanning identifying the proper markers in his ECHOeye as the door slid open and clicked shut behind the omega.

The room was as stark and clinical as the rest of the those in the hallway block, walls and floor paneled in pale metal and lit by a couple strands of artificial light that ran parallel along the ceiling. The only sound came from the machinery in the center of the room surrounding a simple bed, that Rhys approached slowly, stopping at the side of the bed to look down with a cold glance.

Laying on the bed before him, pale as the sheets covering his lower body, was Vasquez.

It’s kind of rough to keep being inspired for this when it sometimes feels like no one cares but like. I wanted to finish it to prove I can do long fic so I’m not stopping, even if no one reads it I wouldn’t stop.

Nsfw in this chapter, as well as warnings for what basically amounts to the ABO version of chemical castration. So you’ve been warned.

Rhys was wearing a brand new royal blue shirt, accented by a silky yellow tie and a brand new pair of shoes that clipped through the clinical sector of the Cybernetics division.

Cyrus was at daycare, his first day back since returning to Rhys’ home. The omega’s bed had been occupied with the child in the week or so since the incident in Jack’s office, but Rhys welcomed the company. Sometimes, Cyrus had nightmares, and he would wake up crying and clinging to his mother, face buried in the omega’s chest as he whined for comfort that Rhys was all too willing to provide. And sometimes…sometimes it was Rhys who woke with a start in a cold sweat, and he needed to have that warm little body next to him, to nuzzle and scent until he fell back asleep.

But none of that vulnerability was on display as Rhys clacked through the hallways, men and women of all endotypes giving him a wide berth as he halted in front of one of the many doors lining the hallway of the clinic. Many of these rooms were reserved for patients recovering from cybernetics surgery or other health concerns related to their implants. Rhys knew these halls well, from before he had even been promoted from within the department. He leaned forward in front of the door, the retinal scanning identifying the proper markers in his ECHOeye as the door slid open and clicked shut behind the omega.

The room was as stark and clinical as the rest of the those in the hallway block, walls and floor paneled in pale metal and lit by a couple strands of artificial light that ran parallel along the ceiling. The only sound came from the machinery in the center of the room surrounding a simple bed, that Rhys approached slowly, stopping at the side of the bed to look down with a cold glance.

Laying on the bed before him, pale as the sheets covering his lower body, was Vasquez.

The man was completely still, not even his eyelids fluttering as he lay against the bed. His bare, shaved chest just slightly fell and rose, the only indicator that he was still living. He was connected to various machines through electrodes in his chest and arms and temples, monitoring his low, steady vitals.

Rhys’ eye scanned over the man’s body, his ECHOeye providing him with information beyond that of the machines hooked up to the still form. It narrowed on the mess of bandages visible from where the spread across the back of the man’s neck. The skin around the bandages was slightly reddened, but from both his regular and ECHO eye he could see no sign of infection, which was good.

Rhys heard the door behind him open and shut, smiling as a familiar musky scent filled his nose. Seconds later, a warm chuckle graced his ears as strong arms wound around his waist. Rhys smirked, leaning back into the embrace and turning his head.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jack crooned, nuzzling against Rhys’ temple. The omega let out a happy, satisfied noise as he relaxed in Jack’s arms, his hand sliding down to his waist to rest against the muscled forearms folded over his stomach.

“Hey yourself…when did you get access to this room?”

Jack snorted against Rhys’ cheek, kissing him at the corner of his eye.

“Is there any reason a room would be off limits to Handsome Jack? All of these doors accept my identity markers. Simple.”

“I told you to meet me outside and wait.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever. I wanted to see how your little project is going. I’m just tryin’ to be supportive.” He rubbed his fingers idly against his omega’s stomach.

“So uh. How’s he doing?” Jack nodded towards the bed where Vasquez lay. Rhys’ smirk twisted at the ends.

“Why don’t you tell me yourself? Take a whiff.”

He feels Jack inhale and exhale hot against his neck, followed by a couple more cursory sniffs. Rhys looked to the man out of the corner of his eyes, watching Jack’s eyebrows furrow, nostrils flaring.

“Huh….I got nothing.”

Rhys’ wide smile was belied by the dark twinkle in his eyes as he turned his head fully towards Jack.

“That’s right. Absolutely no scent. It’s like smelling a piece of paper.”

Jack’s eyes flicked to Rhys, a grin of wicked realization growing over his lips.

“Oh pumpkin. You’re evil.”

“You’re one to talk,” Rhys rested his head back against the alpha, rubbing the nape of his neck against his shoulder. “There’s a nice little implant attached between his fifth and sixth cervical vertebrae. Injects some intense antialphagens and scent blockers. Shocks him if it detects aggression, too. Just one of the many neat things we make down here in Cybernetics.”

Jack couldn’t suppress the little shivers that went through him as he listened to Rhys, the dark tone on the omega’s tongue going right to his loins.

“I’m thinking of giving him to the Maternity Ward once he’s finished. Make him deal with pregnant omegas for the rest of his life.” Rhys trailed his finger over where Jack’s broad hand was splayed idly over his middle.

“Mmmm. Still think you should have let me castrate him. At least.” Rhys chuckled softly, turning his head to kiss Jack’s cheekbone.

“I mean. I guess it would have had a similar result…All those blockers being pumped into him have basically destroyed any sign of him being an alpha.”

“Mmm. Yeah, but there’s nothing quite as satisfying as ripping off your enemy’s balls with your bare hands. Trust me. They pop like little grapes.”

“You know, talking about ripping off people’s balls isn’t as romantic as you probably think it is.” Rhys teased with a smile.

“Mmmm. Fair ‘nough. You know what is romantic, though?”

“Severed heads? Piles of dead bandits? Alpha cage fighting?” Jack chuckled against Rhys’ skin, planting little kisses on the omega’s throat, starting where his shoulder met his neck.

“All good ideas, kitten, but I was thinking of—” kiss, “—you—” kiss, “—me—” kiss, “—my place. Dinner and a view. What do you say?”

“You’ve already tried dinner and a view, Jack. Though…maybe if I get a glimpse of something else…I might be convinced.” Rhys replied cheekily, face flushed ever so slightly from the onslaught of kisses.

“Hey, I didn’t specify, did I?”

Yvette and Vaughn both agreed to babysit Cyrus for the night, arguing that the boy would feel safer with the both of them there than just one, which Rhys couldn’t really say no to. He’d made sure that Cyrus had his favorite stuffed robot with him, the one that smelled strongly of the omega, before he kissed and hugged his young son, and left to meet Jack up at his penthouse.

He was dressed head to toe in sleek black, broken up only by a crisp white dress shirt and gold trim that ran down his lapels and over the cuffs of his jacket. His chest puffed with pride and power and eagerness as he waltzed over to the elevator that would lead him up to Jack’s penthouse, feeling giddy with excitement when his palm signature was accepted and he was granted access to the most private place on all of Helios.

Jack was in the same rare form he had been on his first date. Still as darkly jovial and crass as ever—Rhys figured that wasn’t something that ever left the man—but there was an undercurrent of affection that ran through the alpha in the ways he looked at Rhys, the way he slid his hand up the omega’s thigh underneath the table. Rhys could smell Jack’s plans in the back of his throat, making the omega feel warm and flushed with pheromones. Eventually, Rhys just ended up setting down his fork, halfway through the dessert that Jack made—honestly he had never expected the alpha to have such a domestic skill—and straight up asked him if he wanted to skip forward to having Rhys for dinner instead.

It wasn’t long before the omega found himself pinned against the alpha’s massive bed—Jack’s form above him washed in the purple, ethereal light coming from the massive window looking out into space—being thoroughly ravished. Rhys’ clothing had been stripped from him and tossed over the edge of the bed, leaving him in his underwear for a scant moment before those were pulled away as well. Jack’s equally nude form soon pressed up against the omega, broad hands holding Rhys’ wrists as alpha canines raked down his throat and dug into his collarbone. Rhys moaned at the contact, Jack’s hot breath condensing on his skin, his heels digging into the sheets as he writhed about on the alpha’s bed.

Rhys clung tightly onto Jack as soon as the alpha prepared to enter him, Rhys already loose and dripping with slick. He let out small, breathy wails as he wrapped his legs around the alpha’s waist, pulling him in closer, needing Jack deep inside of him. As soon as Jack’s cock slid into him Rhys let out a strangled moan, claws digging into Jack’s back as the alpha started to fuck him—slow, sensual, but with undeniable power behind those hips. It had been so long since Rhys had had any sex at all, and much longer since he had been properly pleasured by an alpha that it wasn’t long before the omega was coming, hips arching up and painting his stomach with release as slick oozed around Jack’s hammering cock. Rhys protested little as Jack fucked into his loose, oversensitive body, and let out a soft noise of pleasure when the alpha finally knotted him, spilling his load messily inside of the omega’s hole.

The solid, comforting weight of the alpha’s knot sent satisfied hormones thrumming through Rhys’ body, turning the omega into a boneless, happy little thing that wrapped Jack up in his arms and desperately nuzzled at his throat. In turn, Jack peppered him in lazy kisses, keeping their bodies pressed together as they cuddled into the tangled sheets.

After the roadblock that had been the incident with Vasquez, Rhys’ life finally started to get on track as everything fell back into place.

His project with Cybernetics had been a complete success, and so far the Maternity Ward had experienced no complaints with their latest “employee.” Rhys had received yet another promotion and a pay boost, and of course, new fuel for his ego.

Additionally, Jack had started inviting Rhys to his apartment more and more, even encouraging him to bring Cyrus along on those night where he didn’t have ulterior motives for the omega. Rhys noticed that several things in his old apartment—especially things belonging to Cyrus—would go missing, only to turn up at Jack’s penthouse upon their next visit. When Rhys found his son’s favorite Loaderbot toy placed atop the coffee table in Jack’s living room, he knew it was time.

However, Jack beat him to the punch.

“Move in with me.” The alpha stated to him one night, when the two were curled up in bed together. Rhys lifted his head from where it had been resting on Jack’s bare chest, looking down at the alpha with wide eyes.

“What?”

Jack’s hand pressed against Rhys’ cheek, the tips of his fingers stroking lightly through the loose hair at Rhys’ temple.

“Move in with me, Rhysie, come on. I gotta have you, cupcake. You and the kiddo. I want you to be mine.” He leaned up, kissing carefully on Rhys’ chin, a small smile dancing on his lips.

“Don’t make me beg, sweetheart.” Rhys chuckled softly, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know, Jack, I think I’d like to see you on your knees for a change.” The omega teasingly trailed his fingers down the alpha’s hairy chest.

“C’mon, Rhysie…” The omega smirked, leaning in close, his mouth hovering just inches above Jack’s own.

“Hmm, I guess it wouldn’t be nice of me to make an old alpha kneel and beg. You might pull something.” Jack snorted, smacking Rhys a little in the side as the omega let out a breathy giggle.

“Okay, fine, here I am trying to be all nice and romantic and crap…” Jack petulantly turned his head to the side, only for Rhys to press a smirking kiss to his cheek.

“We both know you kind of suck at that, but…” Jack turned towards the omega, his lips greeted by the soft press of Rhys’ own, “Cyrus has been leaving his toys all over this place, and it would be easier so….yeah, Jack. I’d love to.”

The next day Rhys had packed up most of his and Cyrus’ stuff from their old apartment, and soon enough they were settled in. Rhys clothes mingled in with Jack’s own in the CEO’s massive wardrobe, and Cyrus’ toys were thoroughly strewn over the floor of his own room before Rhys tucked the child in for bedtime. After closing the door to Cyrus’ bedroom, the omega took a moment to look around the living room, taking in a deep breath of the woven scents that were quickly turning Jack’s penthouse in a home.

The young omega turned his head, and through the open bedroom door he could see Jack sitting on their bed, braced up against the headboard with a pair of black glasses balanced on his nose as he flicked through a glowing tablet. Rhys smiled softly, the man’s warm chest and soothing scent inviting him, and soon enough Rhys joined his alpha in bed, cuddling up next to Jack and eventually falling asleep against him.

Everything was going well for Rhys. Perfectly, in fact.

And then he started to feel sick.