robby hooking dennis up to a vital signs monitor. restraining him to the gurney, strapping his wrists and ankles down. leaving him cold and naked on the bed, softly teasing his hairy cunt. robby spitting on his tdick, rubbing it in rounds until the beeping of his pulse increases. robby pulls back, teasing the boy. dennis tosses his head back, whining and rutting his hips against nothing. pulling at his restraints, fighting for some relief back on his clit. robby watches the monitor and only touches him again once he’s calmed down. he thumbs dennis’ swollen dick, arching his back, groaning angry. the familiar feeling of heat swirls in his belly knowing how quickly it gets torn away again, the high-pitched beeping of his pulse pounds in his head, crying from frustration, over and over again.
(this is 4k of smut and tiny Dennis lore background btw, hope u like it freaks 🐶)
Dennis thinks he might combust, laid here on their bed- which really really smells like them, both of them, in a way he wants to just roll and wriggle around in until he's covered in their scent.
"Do you wanna touch the puppy first? Sounds like he's been good for you."
On his right, Jack is gently tracing his fingertips up inside of Dennis' t-shirt, feather-light touches across his softening stomach- all those treats and lazing about in the shops making his farm work toning less defined. Earlier on the tour of their house he saw a bunch of exercise stuff he guesses belongs to Jack, maybe Jack will let him-
Theres a hand on his face, and he turns into it. Oh his left Robby presses up against him, one hand on his hip and his thumb stroking his face gently.
"Lets kiss him a little first Jack-" He tilts Dennis chin up. "He's always rushing puppy, running from one thing to the next."
Jack scoffs, but Dennis can't bring himself to pay attention because Robby's soft lips are pressing against his own.
He's being kissed!
!!!
Dennis has never been kissed in his life!!
Robby wants to kiss him!!!!!
He presses forward excitedly and his teeth clack against Robby's, and he slips a bit getting Robby's lower lip and chin a little wet. Dennis feels him laugh against his lips and frowns, trying to pull back a little, but Jack presses up against his back.
"Shh you're okay pup, it's all so exciting huh little one?" He strokes a hand over his fur but keeping him from shuffling away and curling up in embarrassment. "Slow down a little, close your eyes for me, can you do that? Thats it- just like that good boy- now press forward slowly, don't move too much yet, let Mike lead okay? Thats it- oh puppy those little huffy whines are really something huh?"
Oh shit, Dennis can feel his cunt clenching, sandwiched between them and wiggling his butt a little to try and …. what? Stop the feeling? Make it more intense? He doesn't know. All he knows is that Robby is moving against him so sweetly, pressing more gently this time and nibbling at his bottom lip.
"Does that feel good?"
Dennis nods desperately.
"Yeah it does, little wiggles. You seeing this Michael?"
Robby chuckles against his lips and mumbles, "see Dens? He never shuts up."
"S'good. Like it." Dennis protests, and both men laugh gently at him.
"Let him in then puppy, if you like it so much, don't worry puppy I'll talk you through it. Let him show you how good it can be. Just follow his lead and go slowly puppy." Dennis parts his lips and Robby's tongue fills the space. He hums, and lets Jack tilt his head to the side a bit. "If you go like this- fuckin' floppy little ears killin' me pup- yeah like that. See how that gives him a little more room? Oh puppy what's that noise hmm?"
What noise? Oh- that's him! Making that strange little high pitched huffy whine. But doesn't Jack know that he can't help it? It's just so nice to kiss Robby. Like so nice even if he feels like he's not doing it super well, sloppy spit on his chin.
When Robby pulls back Dennis whimpers, and Robby's eyes crinkle, thumb coming to swipe below his lip.
"Want a hands on lesson from Jack Dens?" Robby asks.
"Um, yes please! Yeah, Jack?" He whips his head around but Jack is right there, his nose tickling into the side of his face, and then he's being passed from one man to the other as Jack goes in this time.
Their teeth clack again.
Jack pulls back and frowns, "now what did I just teach you pup?"
Robby tuts, "don't be mean Jack, it's puppy's first go at this. He might need to be told a few times." He leans down and nibbles at Dennis' earlobe, whispering, "gotta go slow buddy, come on, be good for Jack like you were good for me."
Dennis tries, he really does, he wants to be good- especially for Jack. He gets the impression that anything he does is going to make Robby laugh or smile, but with Jack he thinks there will be certain times where he must earn the title of good. And that thrills him just as much as Robby's quick adoration.
"Please Jack. I'll b' good."
"Yeah you will. Just excited right puppy."
He forces himself slow, but he's pretty sure all of his energy just goes into his rapidly wagging tail. He knows because Robby keeps playing with it, running from it's base to the tip as he kneels up and leans over to Jack. When Jack licks into his mouth he tastes coffee on his tongue.
Dennis lets their tongues dance, lets Jack huff and laugh and play with him, lets him tilt his head this way and that, until Dennis gently bites back at his lower lip. That gets a reaction, a really good reaction, Jack's fingers tightening on his jaw and panting into his mouth like a dog. He does it again, just a little harder, and Jack groans into his mouth until Dennis is gasping.
When he pulls back, spit sheens Jack's lips like gloss.
"Oh he's sweet, isn't he Michael." Jack mumbles, thumbing Dennis bottom lip.
"Very- pass him back Jack?"
"If I must." He winks at Dennis, and Dennis nearly chokes.
They keep at it for a while, lazily passing him back and forth between them until his lips tingle from the attention. Dennis feels, with a certainty he's never felt before in his life, that this is exactly where he was meant to be.
See, Dennis Whitaker has always wanted, more than anything, to belong.
On the plains of Nebraska, growing rows of corn brushing at his shoulders as evening breeze curled in his fur, Dennis had let the cooling orange light paint his face and he'd almost felt it. But as much as his ma pretended he was her Denny he wasn't. Dennis' brothers weren't his brothers. His pa wasn't his pa, he was a man who bought Dennis so young he has no memories of the before. He's not sure if that's a blessing or a curse.
Oh I don't know Dennis. He would grumble, a rough pet to his ears when he'd ask where he came from. I didn't read the papers when I got you, chucked em' after, you know this boy, now did you clean the silage chopper? Good boy.
And life was good. Dennis didn't go to school with his brothers, but that's okay because he had farm work. And he went to church and all, but he didn't think the pastor like him much. But none of that mattered when he could run through the fields and wrestle until his clothes were caked in mud and shake his head like a pup to make his brothers and his ma laugh when he got hosed down.
But then life went on around Dennis. It seemed to happen to everyone else but him. He stayed in that corn field, with the same evening glow, and the same rolling clouds and endless sky, and the same breeze rustling the leaves around him. The only difference is that he grew taller too with the corn.
So Elijah left for college, and Peter married Jessica and had a little boy first and then a girl soon after, and Isaac married too, Lydia, who struggled with her twins so much that his ma was over at their house most of the time. Elijah came home and had a joint marriage with Noah, both their wives city girls who turned their hand to farm life, chasing an ideal Dennis isn't sure exists. But, well, who is he to comment really? Peter and Isaac both adopted hybrids of their own too, encouraged by their ma.
They make such good playmates for the children.
Dennis had swallowed hard at that. He was only twenty two, but the cracks that had started developing with Elijah left were eroding into canons now. Dennis was not the same. He would never have a wife and kids. He never belonged on that path. He was the thing brought into that life as an accessory to it.
And that was fine too!
He belonged, or so he thought, on the farm with pa. He was good at what he did, and he enjoyed it- even if he missed being silly and playful. Pa had got so serious, the more the years rolled by. Dennis was hardly ever told he was good anymore.
And Noah and Isaac went and bought the farm land next to their pa's and what seemed like a good idea at the time was followed by a spout of bad luck and bad weather and then both his pa's and his brothers land yielded much less than they needed. Dennis, then, was a burden. He was another mouth to feed- no matter how much he tried to help. His pa sold as much as he could, old equipment, furniture, clothes.
So when, at the incredibly late age of 25 Dennis had fallen sick, confined to his room for a week of blood and sweat and tears, he'd emerged as a whimpering newly presented omega. Was it any surprise then, really, that his p- no- his owner, had sold him too?
Jack slides Dennis' t-shirt over his head and his nipples perk up at the change in temperature. He squeaks into Robby's mouth where he's re-attached himself as soon as possible after he was rudely pulled away.
Fuck- Dennis hopes they want to keep him. He hopes so badly they want to keep him because if he feels this good already? If this is only the first day he hopes that this is good for them too. He desperately wants to be good.
"Please- oh my- Jack- Jackkk." Dennis whines into Robby's mouth as Jack teases at his nipples.
"What pup?" He sucks a mark into Dennis' shoulder.
"T-touch me."
"He is touching you puppy." Robby laughs.
"He said- earlier he said-" He gets cut off with a gasp when Jack pinches a little harder.
His cock hurts from how hard he is now and he's pretty sure he's leaking slick from his cunt all over their bed. Hopefully they'll be okay with that- Dennis wants it to smell like him, but he's always found people to be slightly more concerned with stuff like that than hybrids, and he's learnt when to keep his mouth shut. Like… sure he would let them cum into the fabric of the blanket on his dog bed but he guesses that would be weird or something… whatever.
"What did he say? Was he mean? Hmm? Was Jack mean to the little puppy?"
Jack scoffs-,"I wasn't mean-"
"Shh, you wanted a pup who could talk let him talk Jack."
"He said that if I liked the kissing you would suck my cock."
Jack barks out a laugh, pressing his face into the crook of Dennis' neck and giggling while Robby raises a perfectly immaculate eyebrow. "Did he now?"
"You do love sucking cock brother."
Robby moves to slip his shorts down his legs and off the side of the bed, grumbling, "I thought the point of this was to have someone suck our cocks Jack."
A chill runs up Dennis' spine. "Oh… oh I can do that! Sorry I didn't-
"Shh pup, he's only kidding. Just teasing pup. He'll suck your cock." Jack pets at his ears and eases him to sit propped up slightly at the top of the bed. "See one, do one, teach one- right Mike? How's the pup gonna know what to do if he's never had one before."
Jack settles beside him as Robby nods and presses a kiss to his forehead.
"Look at him Michael, leaking into his little panties just from some kissin'."
Dennis isn't sure how to explain the feeling that came over him when he first say Robby yesterday in the shop, except that it felt right.
Lots of people, in all the shops he'd been passed around in, had been interested when they'd learnt he was a virgin. Some of them breeders, which made Dennis shudder. He'd have gone, of course, if one of them had paid his pa's ridiculous asking fee. But, rather petulantly, he didn't wanna. Some of them had turned away when they'd heard him speak, so he'd learnt not to before he was asked. Some of their hands in his ears made him cringe. Some of them looked at him in ways that made him want to curl up into a little ball. Some had curled away from him when he got overly excited or was too eager.
Robby was different though. Robby was attractive and he wanted the man to come closer, to like him, to touch and pet him. Dennis could count on one hand the number of times he wanted that since leaving Nebraska. He liked the way Robby's smile lit up his face, and the way his eyes crinkled with warmth. And the way his hand felt so big against Dennis' head, and the way he talked- and and and-
He liked too, that Robby liked him and his wiggle and excitement, even before he learnt what Dennis was. Like he liked Dennis not the list of things on the paper.
Then when he'd stepped aside and Jack took his place, Dennis felt the swooping of his stomach all over again, and this time he felt it between his legs too.
He feels it now, as Jack trails a hand down his stomach, but dialled up to one hundred. He wriggles and squirms.
"How u feeling Dennis? Wanna pause or-"
Dennis can't help the rumbly little growl that builds in his throat at the idea of stopping. Stopping? He can't stop now! Jack's hand is so close.
"Oh boy, I'm gonna have so much fun with you kid." Jack laughs, toying with the waistband of his briefs. "I think he wants to carry on Mike."
"If he does he can use his big boy words. First time and all."
"Please!" He huffs, then remembers himself, forcing himself sweet. "Please Robby, I really wanna carry on please. You don't have to- can I just- I wanna do-"
"Okay puppy, okay. We've got you don't worry."
The briefs slip down his thighs, Robby taking one of his legs out before shoving between his legs and propping his heels up near his head. His white socked feet bounce over his shoulders. Robby leaves the briefs dangling off of one of his feet, and Jack groans at the sight, palming his cock through his plaid pyjama bottoms.
Then, all logic leaves his brain because there's a hand on his cock pumping once, twice, and then warmth.
Dennis screams, the sound caught in Jack's mouth as he takes it all and mixes it with his own moans, hand roaming Dennis' chest like he's on the prowl.
"Oh that's good puppy! Does that feel good?" Jack mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look at Robby's mouth enveloping his cock. Dennis isn't small like some omegas, but he easily fits whole in Robby's mouth and the sensation makes tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
Dennis nods frantically, head slipping back and tongue involuntarily slipping out as he pants. Jack slides two fingers into his mouth and Dennis sucks, hollowing his cheeks to match Robby.
"Such a good boy for us look at you, yeah puppy, yeah!" Jack coos like he would a real dog doing a trick for his owner, his own hand speeding up.
It's hardly no time at all before Dennis feels himself clenching up, muscles tightening, he tries to tell Jack but the fingers are in his way!! So he can't warn Robby at all before he's coming straight into his mouth. He would apologise, but unfortunately Dennis feels every part of his mind transcend to a higher plane of existence where all he can feel is the curling of his toes and the panting whines from his own throat in his ears.
It's the best feeling he's ever felt in his life.
He feels himself being moved, but he's all soupy and blissed out, so he just lets it happen, boneless and overcome with happiness. He's placed on someone's chest, broad muscles and bare skin and warmth. And oh that's so nice. He likes that a lot. Dennis wants to live inside of that warmth, so he nuzzles his cheek into the chest and gets a pat to his head.
"Hey puppy, little one. Kid are you back online yet?" Someone whispers into his ear, a hand running up and down his back soothingly.
No, Dennis thinks, grinning at the idea of teasing but his brain to mouth connection isn't working. Stupid brain. He yips tiredly instead. All this orgasm stuff is hard work for a pup, don't they know! They can't expect him to make words yet!
"How you feeling? You up for Michael playing with your little pussy Dennis?" He bites at Dennis' earlobe.
Dennis yips with a little more feeling and bites down playfully, growling playfully as he scrapes his teeth against the freckled skin under his tongue.
With his assent, he's shifted down a little, Jack's cock- naked… when did he get naked? Did Dennis miss that? No! He wanted to see!!! He squirms to try and see but he's held down with a quick stay still Dens. Then a second later, Dennis, buddy, settle. He whines and is about to try and find words, because this isn't fair when a quick swipe through his pussy makes him freeze.
"Oh I think the puppy liked that- do it again." The hand between his legs returns, and this time Dennis wriggles for an entirely different reason. "Yeah he really likes that. Like feeling Mikey play with your pussy Den? Want his fingers inside of you- do you? Hmm? Do you buddy?"
Dennis whines, his tail wagging frantically before Robby gets a hand on it- pulls it upwards in a way that had Dennis arching his back and grinding his stomach into Jack's cock, and then there's a finger in his pussy!!!
Robby starts slow, which Dennis can't tell if he's happy for or if it's an act personally chosen to drive him insane. Either way, it feels so so good that he can't help rocking back on the hand and rubbing himself on Jack until a second finger is added. He babbles out a thank you, and then gets a third for his trouble. They curl up inside of him and Dennis pants and huffs into Jack.
"Desperate little thing." Robby laughs, biting marks into his ass as he plays. "Want more Dens?"
"P-please." He whines.
He was expecting another finger, what he wasn't expecting is to feel the head of Robby's cock notch at the entrance of his cunt. And holy fuck this is so much better.
"Just the tip pup, gotta see if you like it first." Jack says, but his voice is all curled around a smile, which- if Dennis has any brain left- would have made him nervous in the best way. He whines pitifully. He doesn't want that he wants it all! "Oi, hush with that pup, you'll take what we give you okay? We know what's best for you Den, gotta let us work your pussy up to it."
Robby slowly pushes in, the stretch not too bad after his fingers and the way Dennis' pussy is dripping for them. It still feels, feels all full, in a way the fingers didn't.
"More!" He demands instantly, but Robby moves back.
Back???? That isn't what Dennis asked for! He paws clumsily behind him until Jack grabs his hand and brings it back to his chest.
Robby slips the tip back in, then out again, then in- and Dennis knows- he just knows that its not enough!!
He whimpers, pitiful and turns his big wet eyes up at Jack.
"Oh pup." He flicks Dennis' pouting lower lip. "What's up buttercup? Do you not like it? Mike I don't think he likes it."
Dennis growls. No! He leans forward and nips at Jack's fingers, playfully until Jack doesn't do anything, and then a little harder. He feels Jack's cock twitch this time.
"Dens honey do you want to stop?" Robby teases, slipping just a little more in. "It might be too much for his first time Jack, you know how sensitive little pups are. Maybe we should let him have a nap and-"
Dennis has had enough with both of them. He growls again, spitting Jack's fingers out his mouth and shouting, "no!" before pushing back as hard as he can towards Robby. He gets maybe an inch more inside of him- success! But it's still not enough.
Thankfully Robby relents with a okay puppy, we got you, relax, biggggg stretch puppy. And then Robby's whole cock slides into him, filling him in ways he didn't even realise he could be filled. He feels it in his throat.
He was wrong, earlier, this- this- is the best feeling he's ever felt.
"Please please please-" he starts to babble, but it quickly gets turned into a concoction of huffs and whines and yips as Robby grips his hips and starts slowly thrusting, picking up in speed until he's jolting Dennis up against Jack with every snap of his hips.
"Yeah- yeah that's- fuck pup- that's it." Jack reaches around and pulls at his tail and Dennis yelps, teeth digging into Jack's chest again. The hand moves to his hair. "Close pup, kiss me."
When Jack cums he does so with a shout, biting at Dennis' lower lip, then his shoulder, and then his earlobe as he rides himself through it, using the momentum of Dennis' jolted body from the rhythm Robby sets.
Meanwhile Dennis is letting out little 'uh-uh-uh' noises as Robby snaps his hips into him. It's heaven. He doesn't think it can get any better but then it does when he's suddenly pressed between the two bodies properly. When he looks up, it's to the sight of the two men kissing, tongues tangling as they pant and moan into each others mouths and fuck Dennis feels his pussy clench around Robby's cock and then he's cumming even harder than the first time.
"Did he just- did he just cum because we kissed?" Jack's incredulous voice makes him shake, cheeks burning, but Robby just snaps his hips harder.
"Fuck, fuck Jack he did. Good pup- good- fuck- good- I'm close."
"Go on baby, fuck him like you want to. Go on. He wants it don't you Den? Wanna be filled up with Robby's cum so it leaks out of you? Drips out of your little broken in pussy?"
Robby groans. "Your fucking mouth Jack. I love- I love you." And then he's holding Dennis hips steady for one last thrust. Buried flush to Dennis, he spills inside of him, the feeling of it settling so deep inside Dennis that he almost cums again, his pussy giving a weak fluttering attempt to milk Robby for all he's worth.
Floatily, he feels himself moved sideways and enveloped between the two men, safe and warm and the most content he's ever been in his life. He hears, distant like a dream, sweet praises, a hand stroking his ears and one on his tail, repeats of good boy and good puppy. And with Robby's cock still notched deep in him, Dennis lets a rumbly contented half-purr and succumbs to sleep.
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When Dennis wakes, he's still on Jack's chest- thank god, but he's empty again. Empty too, feels his neck where he feels they really should collar him, especially after that. The absence is… well… rude. For them to show him this and then take it away and leave him empty. No he- he needs- ah! Jack has a cock he could-
He leans back and looks down and yes! Score! Jack's cock is right there and he's even bigger than Robby. Thick even when it's not hard and Dennis wants it in him. He nudges Jack's shoulder, not taking his eyes off of it.
"Jack. Jack. Jackkkkkk wake up."
Jack doesn't open his eyes but he grumbles a sleepy, "what pup?"
"Can we go again? Please? Again please?" Dennis starts to vibrate as he comes around more, and Jack groans, throwing a hand over his face.
Dennis standing outside of the ambulance bay smoking a cigarette. Because of the time of year, it's getting darker much quicker. The sun is already behind the buildings, making it seem darker than it is. He's halfway through a drag when a voice drifts to him.
"Those things'll kill you, kid." Looking over his shoulder, he sees Dr. Abbot prowling out of the shadows. Dennis's floppy ears twitch on his head, even with his hearing, the man is nearly silent. Nose twitching, he detects the faint scent lingering over Dr. Abbot.
"Real original," Dennis can't help but snark. He may be a perfect angel for Robby, just a demure bunny begging to be pet, but for Abbot? Everyone knows abbot likes a little *bite.*
The side of Abbot's mouth twists up in a smirk; the LED light of the bay behind Dennis twinkles off a too-sharp canine tooth that's exposed.
"Need it for stress relief?" The man prods. The ears stop his head are perked, angled straight at Dennis. He wonders if the coyote can hear the way his heart it racing in his chest.
"Nah, there are better ways to relieve stress." With a step, he turns his body slightly away from Abbot. Just as Dennis planned, hazel eyes are locked onto Dennis's little twitching tail.
Dr. Abbot's pupils blow wide. Whether it's from the teasing words, or if the sight of a quivering bunny tail sets his instincts into overdrive, Dennis doesn't know. What he does know is that he wants the coyote. He wants to be chased. Wants to be caught. Feel those sharp teeth in his flesh.
Robby’s touches are getting way beyond the point of appropriate but Dennis can’t bring himself to tell the man to stop.
He knows it’s wrong, they both know it’s wrong, but there’s something about how quick and dirty and unspoken it is that leaves a burning need in Dennis’ chest — specifically when he makes the right call in Trauma 2 that saves a patient’s life under Robby’s watch.
He still gets a little shaky with adrenaline when that happens, so before his next patient he slips into the break room to lean against the counter with a steadying little breath, closing his eyes to focus on slowing his racing heart before allowing a tiny smile to grace his face. He did it.
He hears the door open and close, doesn’t need to open his eyes to know who it is, not when he feels a warm and tall body suddenly pressing against his back. Robby can’t wear cologne at work, he doesn’t even know if Robby wears any at all, but Dennis still knows the scent of him, especially this close.
“Good call, Whitaker,” Robby murmurs, his voice so soft and deep, so full of pride it makes Dennis melt a little. Or a lot.
But, the hands on his waist make his cheeks turn pink, especially when they squeeze the small of it before sliding up, hot palms pressing through his scrubs like a brand, the touch so quick yet lingering as Robby grabs both of his pecs in his hands and gives them a slow squeeze.
Dennis swallows down a moan, his throat thick and slow, keeping his eyes closed as he feels those hands slide down, back to his waist, squeezing his hips, leaving a trail of warmth and pride before Robby’s grabbing his ass, digging his fingertips into the fatty muscle there with both hands.
“You did so good,” Robby hums his praise, his lips brushing Dennis’ ear, makes heat pool low in his gut as Robby reaches one hand around, cups his dick and balls and squeezes both, like he can’t help it.
Dennis breathes out slow, the sound bordering on a whine, wanting to press back against Robby—
But, as always, it’s over before Dennis wants it to be. Those large hands are suddenly gone and then Robby is, too, slipping out of the break room with the softest click of the door.
Dennis opens his eyes, the want in his body throbbing so hard that his eyes line with tears, still feeling the warm trails those hands had made across his body as he wonders if Robby is torturing him on purpose. Maybe he’ll never know.
He gives himself a couple breaths to calm down before he pushes himself away from the counter and heads back out into the chaos, ignoring the heavy look he can feel across the room from his attending as he does.
Dennis doesn't know when it begins, when he starts to see past Frank's mask and defences, when he stops seeing Frank for what he knows the taller man is deep in his core, what he was always supposed to be. Dennis doesn't know when he stopped seeing Frank as an alpha.
It didn't take long to notice how sweet the alpha was, how warm he was, lost and sweet and soft, something to be protected and cherished as he was, spoiled rotten and and needing and wanting for nothing.
He doesn't know when he starts to treat Frank as an omega, with little touches to the back of his neck, shoulders, and arms, carefully bringing in lingering touches to Frank's hips or the small of his back, taking every opportunity to leave his scent on the older resident, drawn in by the heady, rich smell of vanilla, ozone, and the sweet smell of cured tobacco leaves, earthy and sweet with a tinge of spice.
The first time Dennis praises him, a small blush forms on Frank's cheeks and the younger alpha can't look away, captivated by how sweet Frank looked, hit with the sudden need to see how far Frank's blush would reach. Frank starts to gravitate to Dennis, and there's a dark, possessive swell of satisfaction that begins to burn in Dennis' chest. Day by day he grows bolder, scenting Frank outright, leaving his hand on Frank's waist a second too long. He doesn't care who notices, doesn't care about what people will say. Dennis never once tries to be discreet.
He was taught his entire life that if he wants something, he has to claim it, no one is just going to hand it too him, and Dennis wants Frank.
Needs Frank as he strokes his cock in the middle of the night, cumming hard, knotting his hand and coating his stomach and hand, imagining what his omega would sound like, would feel like, begging for Dennis, begging for more, begging for Dennis to fuck him full until he smells like nothing but the most primal of Dennis' scents. The fantasies progress into Frank begging to be mounted and bitched, crying as he begs Dennis to turn him into an omega, his omega, the old way, the natural way.
Frank, whose scent starts to sweeten, and his body starts to hold on weight with more ease, setteling around his waist, stomach and thighs and Dennis has to fight the urge to pin Frank to the nearest surface and claim what is his, clenching his jaw so hard it hurts.
His resolve burns to ash the moment he finds out Theo and Amy are in the Pitt, and sees Frank keeping Theo entertained while Amy gets checked out. He's never seen Frank look like that, radiate like that, his smile rivalling the sun, and everything about him glows while he holds Theo in his arms, talking to him in a low voice and subconsciously starting to scent the toddler and Dennis' godson.
Dennis has never wanted anything more, in his life.
Something feral and primal snaps with the force of a physical blow deep in Dennis's core, and Frank's scent is so thick with happiness and contentment when Dennis approaches them, smiling down at Theo, who looks up at Frank in wonder like he hung the sun, the moon and every star in the sky, and says "Look, there's alpha," without thinking, the decision is made, and it's painfully simple to do.
Frank Langdon was made to be Dennis's omega in every single sense and he would burn the world down before he ever lets his mate go.
— baby MS1s omega!robby and alpha!jack are relatively close, disregarding the unrelenting invisible straight arm in the form of defensive scent that keeps jack just outside of arms reach
— jack respects it; tries to send out similar signals. he learns after a few beers that robby isn’t looking for anyone, doesn’t want anyone. he’s totally committed to matching into emergency medicine and it’s hard enough as it is with his designation, much less a mate in his ear telling him to settle down
— the last thing jack wants robby to do is settle down
— he admires his wit, his determination, …
— all the qualities about robby that strike a fire in his big brown eyes that jack totally doesn’t think about when he jerks off quickly in the shower
— jack’s able to redirect his unrequited crush into his school work
— and it goes well; so well that they earn a reputation for being totally untouchable
— robby, a beautiful if not a bit intimidating omega with a slender frame and elegant, well-bred neck
— jack, the jock alpha who may be wrestling with his sexuality, because who wouldn’t be so close to an omega like robby and not lock that down or at least tap it every waking moment
— they’re the perfect, sexless match to approach when an OB lab on campus is looking to produce a new documentary about mating rituals
— jack’s face burns so red his freckles disappear when he thinks about the kind of video he’s been asked to shoot
— he remembers having to watch something similar in sex ed
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— it was wholly unsexy; MRI shots of a knot forming inside an omega, the sterile sounds of exam table paper crinkling as the alpha actor thrust into the whimpering omega in stirrups
— the proposed goal of the lab was to create something more realistic; artificial nest, an actual claiming bite scene, less focus on rigidly reported fluid statistics and more on examining the subtleties of the interaction
— medicine had advanced such that a bite could be reversed 99.9% effectively within the first 10 minutes of skin puncture, a medical miracle that was integral in the porn jack watched, where blissed out, lithe omegas get bit and licked and whine out their allegiance to their new mate
— jack agrees hastily to the research project
— he knows robby was offered the omega roll and every day he spends considering accepting makes jack feel like he’s on fire
— until one day, there’s a leak in robby’s apartment
— and his textbooks are ruined, and he does need the money…
— jack and robby are in the library, jack’s leg bouncing while robby groans about what a pain it would be to take a heat inducer in the middle of a literal heat wave on campus
— and jack nods along dumbly, feeling like a knothead asshole for barely processing a single word robby is saying until
— robby says he’ll do it
— and jack heart aches when he says he wouldn’t do it with any other alpha
— because he believes robby doesn’t see him as an option
— he’s the safest alpha to film with because there’s absolutely no way they’ll be in the .1% that the bond blocker fails for, robby laughs and his eyes crinkle with an ambiguous emotion
— jack buries his primal sadness and it starts to dawn on him that he’s about to live every alpha on campus’s dream
— except he doesn’t want to trap robby down or claim him like a prize
— he’s determined to make him feel good
— but the small, evil thought persists that maybe he can make robby see the biological light and pair with him for good
thinking about huckleabbot in a world where robby and dennis are So Weird around each other with all the shoulder grabbing and the intense eye contact but jack is a man who can't be bothered with bullshit, and therefore ultimately the winner. because he sees a cute young thing who evidently loves being thrown around, actively blushes and goes a little unsteady after a hand on the nape of his neck moves him outta the way and he likes putting pretty meaty boys in their place - is usually what he's spending his nights off doing. so he puts two and two together and waits until after robby and dennis share another of their deeply psychosexually charged silent exchanges in front of the whole ED and promptly swoops in and asks dennis: "you wrestle?" dennis is red faced and it takes him a minute to even process what's happening before he's like "uh. no?" and jack is like damn. he's a little stupid too. this is just too perfect, and asks "want me to teach you? you free tomorrow night?" and dennis' brain eventually catches up with his mouth and he realises he might possibly be being propositioned as he tears his gaze away from robby's retreating back and onto jack, all solid wall of muscle and thinks fuck it. fuck it! and says yeah. yeah he'd like to learn. and then they have sweaty grappling sex alllll night longggggg
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Frank Langdon/Dennis Whitaker, Duke Ekins & Frank Langdon, Mark Greene & Frank Langon
Characters: Frank Langdon, Dennis Whitaker, Duke (The Pitt), Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Mark Greene (ER TV 1994), Dana Evans, The Pitt (TV) Ensemble
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Trans Frank Langdon, Omegaverse Alpha Bitching | Alpha Turning into an Omega, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Assault, Non-Graphic Violence, Social Media, Fluff and Smut, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Penis in Vagina Sex, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Possessive Behavior, Vaginal Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Possessive Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard
Summary:
Frank can’t stop thinking about it since that night, can’t stop thinking of Dennis since he put his hand on his back and demanded to know if there was a problem. From that night, Frank learned what it was like to have someone protect him.
There's a law that all hybrids must be owned by a registered caretaker. The law was originally supposed to be a good thing, to keep hybrids off the streets and in proper homes with good care. But as with many things, the government fucked up and only went halfway. They established the law and enforce it, but don't do any of the work to ensure the hybrids end up in good homes.
Robby told everyone he was taking a sabbatical. Really he just needed a fucking break from everything. He stayed home and rotted on his couch for the first week or so. Too exhausted to properly take care of himself. After that, he got lonely.
One night, at about 2 in the morning, Robby awoke to an ad running on the TV. It was one of those sad shelter dog commercials showing poor little helpless hybrids behind bars. He rolled over on the couch, but couldn't go back to sleep.
Maybe that would be his solution. Most of all, he wanted to feel needed by someone. Maybe he'd rescue one of those poor souls and give it a shot. He'd never really been into hybrid play much, but if the pup didn't wanna go there, he wouldn't force it.
The next day, Robby took a shower (his first one all week) and put on some fresh clothes. As he grabbed his keys, he noticed how messy the townhouse was, so he spent about 45 minutes sprucing up the place. It wasn't perfect, but it hopefully wouldn't horrify the pup when he brought it home.
At the pound, the worker asked some preliminary questions about his job, marital status, finances, and living situation. In almost no time at all, he got a green stamp on his file and was cleared as a registered owner. The next step was finding a good match to adopt.
They asked him some questions about his preferences and Robby started to get a little antsy. Do you want one that can talk? Strapping stud or twink? How young?
He really wasn't sure what he wanted, so he asked if he could just walk through the kennels and see what came of it. As he was strolling down the aisle, he was growled at, barked at, and even pissed at. Jumping away from the stream, his back slammed into the kennel on the other side of the aisle. The bars clattered loudly and a small whimper emerged from behind him.
Robby turned around and was met with the sight of a thin, pale hybrid with big, sad blue eyes. His hair was a dirty blonde, dull and cropped short by staff for cleanliness. A pair of golden ears flopped on his head as the boy curled up in the corner again.
"Hey there." Robby knelt down, trying to make himself appear less intimidating.
The hybrid perked his head up and sniffed the air once, twice, before hesitantly crawling closer. His blue eyes were wide with mistrust and sadness and Robby's heart shattered at the sight.
"It's okay, you can come closer. I won't hurt you. My name is Robby. Can you speak?"
The hybrid assessed him for a moment, before crawling even closer and nodding his head. Robby glanced to the shelter worker, silently asking if he could go into the kennel. She nodded and took a step back to give them a moment. A sad smile appeared on her face as she saw their longest shelter resident finally getting some interest from a potential adopter.
Robby unclipped the external latch and slowly swung the kennel door open, unsure if the hybrid would bolt or cower in the corner. To his pleasant surprise, the boy did neither. He sat up and cocked his head to the side, giving him a goofy look as his ears flopped on his head.
Robby held out his hand for the boy to sniff. The hybrid leaned in closer, his eyes watching Robby's movements carefully as he brought his head down to Robby's hand. To Robby's surprise, he nudged his head against Robby's fingers, asking to be pet. Robby instantly smiled and started scratching behind his ears. The hybrid lit up like a light and his tail full of golden curls flopped out from where it was tucked and started swishing in the air.
"Can you tell me your name?" Robby asked as the hybrid rolled onto his back, exposing his belly as a sign of trust.
"Dennis, b-but sometimes people call me Denny."
"Okay, Denny. Do you want to come home with me?"
Dennis instantly shot up to his feet and dove into Robby's lap, rubbing his body all over the man. His tail was like a helicopter and his eyes were brimming with tears.
Anywayyyys, Dennis dating Andrew (Pope) and its going really well but Andrew has been having some trouble getting it up. Dennis doesnt mind, sex with Andrew is still nice because Andrew is so eager with his hands and tongue and he just loves his big friendly giant!
But Andrew is insecure and somehow his solution is to ask his half-brother Jack if he would fuck Dennis while Andrew watches... he just wants to see Dennis taken apart like he knows Dennis would like! And who is Dennis to say no to one of his work crushes fucking him while his sweet boyfriend watches all pleased and at ease!
