89th Batch Of Fics: 7th Fill
Geralt/Gaetan/Jaskier – Part 1/4 – a/b/o; alpha!Geralt; alpha!Gaetan; omega!Jaskier; hurt/comfort; magic healing dick – The aftermath of the quest 'Where the Cat and Wolf play...' unfolds in a rather different manner.
A fix-it for Gaetan.
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“Wanna kill me, wolf? Fine, draw your blade. But don’t force me to confess.”
Geralt is standing like a statue, staring at the wounded brother across from him. Gaetan looks exhausted, his hand continuously pressing against the wound on his side. He smells sour; the scent of distress rolling off his shoulders despite his posture being carefully calm and collected. He’s not quite looking Geralt in the eyes, his gaze always thrown just across his shoulder.
Looking at Jaskier hanging carefully in the back. He is not showing any signs of it but there is no doubt in Geralt’s mind that he’s already picked up on the fact that Jaskier is an Omega. It’s difficult to ignore him even without the alluring scent sneaking off of him and permeating the peaceful space of the stone circle they’re in.
Gaetan shifts a little on the bench he’s hunched on, the tension becoming clearer as he waits for Geralt’s verdict about the massacre.
Geralt’s shoulders droop minimally. He shakes his head once to the side and murmurs: “Take care, now.”
He can see the reluctant surprise in Gaetan’s eyes even though the other’s face barely twitches. Suddenly, the Alpha forces himself up of his protective hunch around his injured side and into a stiff backed stance.
They both know he is in no shape to fight, but his yellow eyes flick back toward Jaskier yet again. He’s posturing for the Omega; something so surprisingly and endearingly base that it has Geralt’s lips tick up despite the other Alpha’s challenging growl: “That’s it? Not gonna lecture me? Make me promise to change my ways?”
Geralt tilts his head again in a shake, this time to the other side, his eyes never leaving Gaetan but one of his hands moving from his belt, twisting back and urging Jaskier closer with a small twitch of his fingers.
Gaetan watches it all, tense but not about to start a fight with an Alpha over their Omega. Not in the state he is currently in. Not when Geralt is a brother.
“You are an adult,” Geralt says quietly, hearing how Jaskier inches his way closer behind him. He’s reluctant but sometimes, blessedly, he just follows orders without arguing. “We all are. I am not about to lecture you. And…” he pauses briefly, face twisting. “I know how things can be sometimes. Heads… just roll.”
Jaskier makes a soft noise behind him; almost the sound of a mouse squeaking. “What do you mean heads just roll?! Mister wolf here butchered the whole village!”
“Cat,” Gaetan corrects, though it sounds distracted. He is angling his body a little to the side to peer around Geralt’s broad physique at the Omega behind him. He still tries to remain stiff and upright but his hand is drifting toward his side and pressing against the wounds there. “Your Alpha and I… are of different schools.”
Jaskier makes an exasperated sound. He does not correct Gaetan from his assumption that they are mated, though, Geralt notices with some amusement. He probably is afraid of what might happen if he were. Maybe he wonders if the other Alpha would jump him if he realized Jaskier was free. Unmated. A juicy morsel ripe for the plucking.
Geralt tries to see Gaetan the way Jaskier might. He looks foreboding, he supposes; with the nasty scar who showed how close he had been to being blinded on that eye. His shaven head making him look more… standoffish, he supposes?
To Geralt, he just looks tired and hurting; the past hours having put a toll on the cat Witcher and making him more susceptible to showing his emotions – what little there were. He doesn’t look like he wants to fight, no matter the posturing. Just an exhausted Alpha wanting to keep face in front of a pretty little Omega treat.
Said Omega treat is speaking now – of course he is; no force on the planet could get Jaskier to shut his pretty little mouth – his voice trembling with nerves: “So uh… what happens now?”
Geralt can feel the slight pressure of Jaskier’s slim fingers sliding into the back of his belt. Not in a flirtatious way; more something to seek reassurance. It’s surprising but not uncommon. Every blue moon something would actually stab the bubble of overboarding self-confidence the Omega had amassed and he would look at Geralt for guidance.
He tried not to let that get to his head all too much by wondering about what it had been this time. Gaetan was being docile, all things considered, though his eyes have yet to leave Jaskier; staring at him unblinking.
“That depends on Gaetan,” Geralt drawls slowly. That gets him the attention of the other Alpha, Gaetan’s scar twisting as his brows pull together in confusion.
Jaskier, however, picks up on his meaning right away and tugs on Geralt’s belt.
“Hey, uh… hey. Big guy. Can I talk to you for a second? Like… in private?”
Geralt considers ignoring it, but he can feel the growing tension between the two and decides that it would be better to humor Jaskier. He lifts a finger at Gaetan in a ‘one moment please’ gesture and turns, letting himself get pulled to a nearby tree.
Not, he notes with another burst of quiet amusement, far away to be out of Gaetan’s earshot. He can see from the corner of his eye how the other Alpha shamelessly listens in.
Jaskier’s face is scrunched up, his cheeks flushed. He looks angry but a deep inhale lets Geralt know that he is. Not really. Not only.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, a whine laced in his voice that skitters warm little fingertips down Geralt’s spine and has him tamp down on a soothing rumble that wants to start up in his chest. He likes when Jaskier whines.
He tilts his head a little, staring unblinkingly at Jaskier simply because he knows it unnerves the Omega.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
Jaskier falters, mouth opening, then closing, then opening again. Geralt can see his slick, dark tongue. He wants to feel it lapping at his knot. He wants Gaetan to feel it soothing the dull ache that comes hand in hand with an Alpha’s arousal and subsequent release.
Jaskier glances briefly over at the other Alpha. Geralt can already smell that he’s made his choice even though Jaskier himself hasn’t consciously registered as much.
“He’s not safe,” Jaskier insists softly. Now that he’s looked once, his eyes keep drifting back to Gaetan. When Geralt doesn’t immediately reply, he keeps on murmuring: “He smells…”
That has him perk up a little with interest. People that aren’t… like them usually can’t pick up on witchers’ scents. Jaskier, he realized early on, had a very fine nose.
“Yes?” Geralt rumbles low and encouraging. Jaskier is now just stuck staring at Gaetan. The finger that he had used to poke Geralt in the chest with flattens out into a palm that is just weakly pawing at him as he says in an almost dreamlike quality: “He’s hurt… and distressed.”
Geralt licks his lips.
“That he is.” In the corner of his periphery, Gaetan stiffens a little in protest but stays quiet, apparently intrigued where this is going. Geralt slowly shifts, moving an arm around Jaskier’s hips to softly nudge him toward the strange Alpha. “Don’t you want to help?”