Thinking about a recessive alpha who is self conscious over his designation and mildly sweet scent and his alpha best friend who doesn’t ridicule his ways, but embraces them.
Alpha best friend who seeks his recessive alpha friend because they are the only one to soothe their outbursts, their pain, their feelings - they find comfort in a strong yet calm presence, more than any omega and their scent. They’ve been friends for a long time, and balance one another.
Recessive alpha and his alpha best friend being teased at the university because of their closeness and preference for one another over anyone else. At first they think the others are just being silly.
Alphas don’t love other alphas, right?
But one day, a pretty omega asks the best friend out in front of the recessive alpha, and he feels dread pool at his stomach. But he is surprised when his friend doesn’t even bat an eye at the omega before gently turning them down. The alpha is relieved on the inside, and almost as if sensing his distress his best friend presses their shoulders together as they walk away, a protective spike in his scent.
The recessive alpha asks his friend, “Why did you turn them down? They were beautiful, smart, everything you deserve in a mate.” His best friend looks a little lost before wrapping an arm around the others shoulder with a chuckle before saying matter of factly, “A mate? I don’t really want one. I have you, don’t I?”
The recessive alpha cannot stop the tinge of redness on his cheeks, his eyes wide as he looks his friend in the face, who looks completely undeterred by the weight of his words. He simply nods, his voice rough. “Y-Yeah, you have me.”
And soon, more ways than they had ever tested out.
