You Can Bite Me
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A/N: A birthday gift to @iamvegorott of some omegaverse MadMare in some attempt to get my writing brain working again.
Warnings: Smut.
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Phantom let himself into Mare’s house, multiple files under his arm as he glanced at the couch where Mad was curled in one of Mare’s old hoodies. “Just the man I was looking for!”
“Hey, Phan,” Mad hummed, thumbing through his notebook without looking up. “Mare’s in the music room if you need him.”
“I was actually looking for you, Maddy,” Phantom replied, sitting on the opposite end of the couch to Mad. “Found some articles you might be interested in.” He smiled when Mad finally looked up, his old book scent turning sweeter as his curiosity spiked.
“What kind of articles?”
“They’re doing some research into treatments to help infertile omegas,” Phantom began, holding his hands up as Mad’s stare hardened. “Their current results have helped mates to produce children without harm to the omega.”
“What’s your point?” Mad asked, setting his book aside to focus on Phantom.
“There’s a chance you can still give Mare pups,” Phantom replied, eyes shining as his whiskey scent sharpened. “Sure, the treatments are still in development, but there’s an opportunity for you and Mare to have a family. A proper family.”
“Why would I want that? Mare doesn’t care if I don’t give him pups.”
“You still want to give him children, though,” Phantom pressed, setting the files onto the coffee table. “You want that because you know he only said he didn’t care to make you feel better.”
“You can bite me,” Mad spat, lip curling in the semblance of a snarl as he tucked his legs further under the hoodie. “Mare doesn’t lie about that. He loves me.”
“While it’s a good offer, I don’t much like the taste of coffee and old books,” Phantom joked, getting off the couch and making his way to the door before pausing. “Besides, Mare wouldn’t like that.”
“I wouldn’t like what?” Mare asked, stepping into the room while rolling his sleeves above his elbows, the scent of rosin and polished wood growing stronger as he moved to stand near Mad.
“Your mate told me to bite him,” Phantom stated, smirking as Mad’s cheeks flushed from the implication. “Told him you wouldn’t like it.”
“You provoked him,” Mare pointed out, hand snaking around to hold Mad possessively. “What did you say?” There was a hint of ash in his scent, smoky but woodsy, a sign of anger.
“There’s new research to help infertile omegas have pups,” Phantom sighed, gesturing to the files on the table. “I thought Madsy might be interested. Guess he isn’t, because he told me to bite him.”
“What else did you tell him?”
“I told him you probably lied about not caring that he’s infertile.”
“Get out,” Mare growled, flashing his teeth as he hopped over the back of the couch to cradle Mad in his arms. “I would never lie to hm, which makes you a jerk. Get out, I’ll call you later about… all of this.”
Phantom’s lip curled in the hint of a snarl, hands clenching by his side before taking a deep breath, ducking his head and strolling out, closing the door with a soft click behind him.
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“He was wrong… right?” Mad asked quietly after Phantom left, keeping his face tucked into Mare’s neck, nose pressed to his scent gland. “About how you feel?”
“He was wrong, darling-heart,” Mare rumbled, holding Mad tighter. “While there was a time I wanted pups, I met you, and the only thing that matters now is your happiness. I don’t care about a stereotypical family with children and an obedient omega, I just want you beside me, tucked into my side for the rest of our lives.”
“I love you, Mare,” Mad whispered, pulling his face out of Mare’s neck to press their lips together, melting into the kiss when Mare tilted his head to deepen it, gently pushing Mad back to lay down on the couch. “I only want you for the rest of forever.”
“You have me,” Mare purred, moving to kiss along Mad’s neck and grazing his teeth against his claim mark. “You have me forever and beyond, drowning myself in your scent and your taste and your touch.” As Mad arched his back in a moan, Mare took the opportunity to hook his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down his hips while latching his teeth to his claim mark.
“M-Mare, more…” Mad dug his fingers into Mare’s shoulders, tilting his head to give the alpha more access and letting out a whine when Mare pulled away.
“Hold onto me, dearest,” Mare whispered, waiting for Mad to hold on before effortlessly carrying him off the couch and toward the bedroom. “I want you to be comfortable,” he explained when Mad furrowed his brow in confusion, then moved away to remove his own clothes, leaving Mad in just his hoodie.
Climbing back onto the bed, Mare knelt between Mad’s legs and hitched up the hoodie before settling his hands on his hips to keep him still. Leaning down, he met Mad’s eye as he pressed a kiss to his hipbone before centring himself to kitten lick at his cock, smirking at the squeak Mad let out from it.
“M-Mare, please…”
“Patience, sweetheart,” Mare murmured, licking his lips before taking half of Mad’s cock into his mouth and sucking, running his tongue along the underside in the way he knew drove Mad crazy. Adjusting his hands so one arm was slung over his lower belly to keep him down, Mare moved his free hand to tease at Mad’s hole, smearing the slick there before slipping two fingers inside and groaning at the warmth that encased it.
“Oh, gods above, Mare,” Mad panted, covering his face with one arm while tangling his fingers into Mare’s hair with the other. “Y-You’re going to kill me.” Mare’s chuckle sent vibrations along his cock, making him jerk against Mare’s arm before letting out a high keen as Mare pulled off.
“My favourite thing about you,” Mare began, lifting his fingers to his mouth with a sin-filled smile, “Is the way your slick tastes like oak when you’re ready for me. How you smell heavenly to the point where I feel lightheaded.” Watching Mad’s chest heave as he licked his fingers clean, he shuffled forward before lining himself up to Mad’s hole, leaning forward to catch the omega in a kiss as he slowly pushed in.
“Mare…” Mad groaned as he was filled, clutching the sheets so tightly they started to tear and breaking the kiss to press his nose into Mare’s scent gland. “M-Move.”
“As you wish,” Mare hummed, hooking one hand under Mad’s knee to bend his leg while the other got a tighter grip on his hip before he started to thrust at a slow and deep pace. “Gods, you’re perfect,” he mumbled, watching Mad’s face contort in pleasure as he angled his hips to make him see stars.
“M-Mare, m-more, harder, please Alpha,” Mad babbled, meeting Mare’s thrusts as he reached down to rest a hand over Mare’s on his hip. “B-Bite… bite me, please, Mare…”
Mare growled at Mad’s babbling, nipping at his jaw before mouthing at his scent gland and moving further to sink his teeth into his claim mark, tasting Mad’s pleasure as he came between them, grip tightening on Mare’s hand on his hip in a silent command. Releasing his leg, Mare moved his free hand to glide across Mad’s body, tracing the invisible trails of each freckle and making more of a mess on his stomach.
“Mad, starshine,” Mare panted, pressing his lips to the shell of Mad’s ear as his hand returned to Mad’s hip. “When my knot locks, I want you to bite me, stake your claim over and over. Can you do that for me?”
Through his blissful haze, Mad nodded, clawing at Mare’s back to pull him closer as he mouthed at his claim mark, feeling Mare’s knot catching before warmth flooded him, biting down as hard as he could while Mare locked them together.
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“Phan says he’s sorry,” Mare reported, poking his head into the bathroom to smile at Mad in the tub, relaxing after Mare cleaned him. “His intentions were good, just… misplaced.”
“It’s because Jackie’s beta, isn’t it?” Mad asked quietly, voice strained from earlier. “Jackie can’t give Phan pups, so he wants you to have them.” Looking up, he saw Mare’s smile fall as he stepped into the room. “He knows I’m not stupid.”
“He does,” Mare was quick to console, helping Mad climb out of the tub and wrapping him in a fluffy towel. “He’s just stupid enough to think I care at all about carrying a family line. He knows better than that.”
“Do you…” Mad trailed off as Mare dried him before putting him into a fresh pair of boxers and a soft sweater. “Do you think they can come over tomorrow? To talk?”
“Yeah, I’m sure they can, dear heart,” Mare agreed, grinning at Mad’s squeak from being lifted. “We’ll have them over for dinner, and we can talk about whatever research Phan brought over.”
“I’m happy I met you,” Mad murmured, settling under the bedsheets and curling into Mare’s side, head on his chest to listen to his heart. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, starlight,” Mare hummed, running his fingers idly through Mad’s hair and listening to his breathing. “I’m always going to love you, and I’m always going to ensure you’re happy.”
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