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It was a cold February afternoon and the wind was howling outside. Sammy had just walked home from the bus stop with Addy after school. Addy was always excited to see Dean; he ran up to the open door and launched into Dean’s arms. Wrapping his legs around Dean’s waist and holding him tight around the neck.
‘Missed you Dee.’ Was whispered wetly into Dean’s ear.
Addy had struggled now Dean wasn’t able to be with him on the way to and from school. But Sammy was enough Alpha had said. The Alphas that were prowling the streets weren’t interested in pups. Dean wasn’t to go out without an Alpha; the neighbourhood had only gotten worse, lots more drugs, unemployed and gangs. Alpha attacks and claim disputes had been common place in their neighbourhood ever since step-mama had been killed five years ago.
**
It was two months earlier in December; Dean had just finished nursing Addy before putting him to sleep. Sammy was across the room, reading a thick novel quietly in the squashy armchair. Alpha signaled Dean to kneel at his feet in the living room and listen to him talk. Dean knelt with his bottom resting on his ankles, head down, and shoulders straight. Correct posture for an omega in front of his Alpha. Sammy didn't look up from his book, but he stopped turning pages.
‘Dean you’re old enough now that someone will want to knot that omega hole of yours.’ Alpha ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, pulling gently until Dean was looking him in the face, not the eyes, that would earn Dean a slap across the face.
Never look your Alpha in the eyes.
‘I want to make sure that you are fit to be mated. You know I can’t claim you, you’re family. I can only scent mark you and that isn’t enough to stop these knotheads. I will find someone to claim you soon, next year.’ Dean hitched a breath at this and the hand holding his hair tightened. ‘It will be before your first heat and I can’t have those knotheads fucking you first. Slick or not those knotheads won’t care. Going out without an Alpha is just asking for trouble from them. Those fuckers can’t help themselves in front of a pretty little omega like you.’
Alpha pushed Dean’s head into his thigh, and he went easily. The denim of Alpha-Daddy’s jeans was soft on his cheek, he was good at doing what his Alpha wanted, ‘If you go out alone there is nothing to stop them lifting up your skirt, and pushing their fingers into your tight hole, maybe they would stretch you open first. But there isn’t anything to stop them from pushing their knots into you without slick. You want that omega?’ Dean shook his head against Alpha-Daddy’s thigh.
‘No Alpha.’ Dean managed to get out, before a sob worked its way from his throat. He cried, loud sobs, and eyes scrunched shut. Afraid. Alpha pulled him up into his lap and pushed Dean’s nose into his neck, Dean took a deep breath in and his sobs quietened. Alpha nosed against Dean’s neck, pulling Dean back and licking a long wet stripe from his collar to his ear.
Scented.
Safe.
‘You are scented Dean, you belong to me until you are claimed. No one will hurt you.’
That was that, Dean wouldn’t leave the house without Alpha, he was too scared. Even walking to the bus stop three blocks away in the afternoon wasn’t safe. Alpha wanted him a virgin.
He was better that way.
Later that night as he was curled up in bed, Dean heard Sammy’s quiet steps coming down the hall from the room he shared with Addy. Sammy opened Dean’s door and peaked in. Dean lifted the covers and beckoned Sammy climb in. Sammy whispered to Dean, ‘Why aren't I enough to protect you Dean. Alpha-Dad said those awful things would happen to you, is that true?’
‘Sammy, you know where we live. That’s exactly what would happen. We've seen it happen.’
Dean stroked his hand down Sammy’s arm, comforting him. Sammy snuggled up against him; they fit together perfectly now that Sammy was taller. Dean’s legs fell apart, his nightdress riding up to his hips, as he lay back. Sammy atop him. Together they were safe.
Sammy wiggled down a little and rested his head against Dean’s chest, nose pushing against a nipple. Sammy looked up at Dean, opened his mouth to talk, then seemed to think better of it, looking away from Dean. ‘Come on, Sammy, what is it?’ Dean questioned, rubbing along Sammy’s back.
‘Can I, umm…’ Sammy gestured to Dean’s chest, ‘I know it’s weird.’
‘You’ve never asked me before Sammy, not even when you were little and I first started to feed Addy. Why now?’
‘Don’t wanna lose you Dean, want to be close to you, I want to save you.’
Dean sighed, tipped his head forwards and kissed his brother on the forehead. ‘Okay, but seriously just this once. You know that this is supposed to be just for Addy. You are hardly a pup any more Sammy.’
Sammy nodded and quickly undid the top buttons of Dean’s nightdress. Pushing it aside and looking at Dean’s omega breasts. Sammy opened his mouth and sucked. ‘Ouch, not so hard.’
‘Sorry’ Sammy apologised and he tried again, his latch was much better and they fell asleep as Sammy slowly suckled the omega milk from his brother.
When they woke up Sammy had milk on his lips, head resting on Dean’s bare breast.
Sammy blushed, ‘I won’t tell Alpha. I don’t think he would like it. He doesn't really like you feeding Addy still.’
Dean just kissed him on the nose, ‘I won’t tell Alpha unless he asks.’
An omega can’t lie to their Alpha.
**
Addy was cuddled up with Dean on the couch, warming up from his cold walk to the house. His was head resting quietly on Dean’s shoulder, and Sammy had spread his homework out over the living room floor. It was just like any school afternoon.
Then Dean heard Alpha-Daddy on the phone in the kitchen.
‘Look, I know that he presented early… but he hasn’t been claimed, hasn’t even had his first heat yet…I know nine is young, but he’s fourteen now and no one has touched him. He’s an obedient little shit, cooks great, good with pups…I know you’ve seen him nursing…No it isn’t his pup…fucker, Deans fourteen, the pups five. Everyone knows the pups not his.’
Dean heard his Alpha slam a fist onto the kitchen table, ‘Look I need more than that for him, ten isn’t enough. Call me with a real offer. You know what I’m asking for him.’
The porch door squeaked as it open and then slammed shut. Dean knew Alpha would be gone for a while now; he would go out to the garage, drink whisky and fiddle with the car.
Sammy looked up at Dean from the floor where his homework is spread around him. ‘Alpha-Dad’s going to find an Alpha to claim you. He’s gonna sell you. Isn’t he Dean?’ Sammy said quietly.
‘Sammy, you know he is. This isn’t news to us. You and I both knew this was coming. I’m an omega, I need a mate, need to be claimed.’
Sammy sat up, and curled a long arm around Deans leg, resting his chin on Addy’s thigh, ‘But not yet Dean. Why is he selling you? He’ll wait until you have your first heat right?’
‘God, Sammy. You know that now I’m fourteen Alpha can find me a mate any time he wants to, heat or not. I belong to him until he gives me away, Alpha can sell me if he wants to.’
‘But not yet Dean, what about Addy?’
Addy’s eyes had been watching Sammy from his resting place against Dean. He squirmed now, ‘You gonna go somewhere Dean? Can I come to?’
Dean blinked back tears, would his Alpha make him leave Addy behind? Addy was like Dean’s pup. Alpha-Daddy knew that. Dean had raised Addy. Fed him from his own body, taught him to talk, to use the toilet and to count. Leaving Addy behind would break him.
‘I don’t know Addy. But I’m not going anywhere just yet. Alpha hasn't found me a mate. Hasn't sold me yet.’
Addy wiggled down and pulled at the top buttons of Dean’s grey shirt. ‘Wanna drink Dee.’
‘Come on Addy, you know that’s for bedtime. You’re a big boy now; big boys don’t need to drink from their omega in the daytime.’
‘But I wanna, I’m hungry.’ Addy insisted tiny fingers undoing the buttons and pulling Dean’s shirt to the side revealing his white nursing bra.
Dean’s omega breasts were still small, but no longer were they the tiny nubs they had been when Addy was a baby. As his body had adjusted to being an omega and feeding a baby, Alpha had taken him across the street to see omega Singer. He gave omega Singer some money and asked her to take Dean shopping. That day he had come home with a small bag with several nursing bras. His Alpha told he must wear them all the time now. Wear them so that his omega breasts stayed high and attractive. Didn't Dean want a good mate? No Alpha would want a virgin omega with sagging tits. He had worn a nursing bra ever since.
Dean had always been good at doing what his Alpha-Daddy asked.
‘Okay, Addy. Just this once.’ But that was a lie; Dean knew that he would keep feeding Addy almost whenever he wanted to nurse. Addy got comfortable as Dean unlatched the cup, pulling it down to revel the creamy mound of his breast, colour only marked by the occasional freckle and the dusky pink nipple in the centre. Addy’s mouth latched on and Dean felt his milk draw down and begin to flow.
Dean blinked slowly and felt at peace. He had been slowly weaning Addy for a long time now, but Dean really didn’t want to stop. Feeding Addy made him feel full to the brim with love; the scent of a feeding pup calmed him. Dean ran his fingers through Addy’s soft hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp.
This was what home was.
As had been his habit for years one of Addy’s hands wiggled into his shirt to cup his other breast, it was a reassuring grasp. Addy’s little fingers gently stroked the plump mound, occasionally pulling at his nipple. It was a comfort for them both. Dean watched Sammy look away and go back to his homework, let his eyes drift shut.
Sammy was ten now and tall for his age. The same height as Dean, he would be taller before too long. The school nurse last year had said that because Dean had been nursing Addy, that because his body wasn't ready to feed a pup he had ‘failed to reach his potential’. That feeding Addy was keeping him from growing tall. He was slight, on the small side even for an omega, just over five feet tall. Waist small and hips the width of his shoulders. Alpha had told him that he was the perfect shape, told him he looked perfect. But the nurse was a beta. And a beta can’t know what Dean knows about being an omega. Feeding a pup is what he is for.
That beta nurse was the last time anyone had given him a check-up. There would be no more government funded, school nurse check-ups for Dean. He wasn't going back to school. Before the winter school break Dean had his last day of school. An omega was only funded to attend school until their fourteenth birthday, or their presentation as an omega, which ever came later. Anything after that and the cost belonged to the Alpha. Alpha-Daddy could barely pay the rent and put food on the table.
There would be no more school for Dean.
Alpha-Daddy said that there wasn't anything left for the school to teach him anyway. Dean had been enrolled in omega classes since he presented. No point wasting teaching on an omega. Dean knew how to cook, and how to look after a house. He knew all about babies, he could read well enough and he could do some math.
That was all an omega needed to know.
After the winter break was over and the boys went back to school Dean stayed at home. It was like a weekend day every day. Except he had more chores to do, more omega practice. He did just as Alpha asked. He cleaned the house, cooked the meals and did all the laundry. The doors stayed locked until he saw Sammy and Addy walking up the street from the bus stop.
It was safe that way.