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Vegas had known from the beginning that it would be a bad idea to visit Kinn and Porsche. Despite the begrudging respect that had started to form between him and his cousin, one snide remark or opposing opinion was oftentimes still enough to start vicious fights between them.
… They were working on it.
Their mates on the other hand didn't have such problems. Generally way more socially adept, civil and - that the cousins agreed upon - the better half of each relationship, Porsche and Pete were on perfectly good terms with each others mate and more importantly, truly loving towards each other.
That fact had caused some jealousy from their Alphas, and while Pete was always willing to explain to Vegas softly that his relationship to Porsche was purely platonic and Vegas was the only make for him, Porsche had resorted to just calling them stupid knothead alphas.
Pete and Porsche being best friends meant that the pairs saw each other fairly often, especially to joyous occassions. And that day had been a truly special occassion, as both families had celebrated the birth of Kinn's and Porsche's twins, two sweet baby girls with big curious eyes that had caused everyone to coo over them.
All in all, even Vegas had a great time. Tankhun was an overbearing nuisance, but that was nothing new, and Kinn had seemed as happy as he had ever seen him. Vegas was already in love with his nieces and in no mood to destroy the good atmosphere. And so the cousing had shared a drink in truly friendly manner while Pete cooed over Porsche.
Only when he noticed that Pete had grown quiet, only lighting up with a fake smile when interacting with the other party guests, Vegas mood had soured. He had tried to pull Pete away, but the other had shook his head and mouthed “Later.” So Vegas had settled on not leaving his mate's side and glowering.
He was being a good Alpha, having learned not to immediately start all sorts of accusations when his lover was in this sort of mood. But it was frustrating, being the only to one to smell the sadness in Pete's scent clearly and not being able to do anything about it.
They left soon after that. And still, Pete was quiet. Vegas waited. And waited. And waited.
They were getting into bed already when Pete finally spoke, his voice shaking. „Do you regret our mating sometimes? “, he whispered. Vegas turned around, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. “What are you talking about, baby?”
Pete turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling, eyes blinking in that slow, seemingly careless way that Vegas knew meant he was trying to hold back tears.
“You know when we went Porsche and Kinn today, I just kind of realized … I don’t know, that there will be some things I’ll never be able to give to you, so … sometimes I feel like I took so much away from you when we mated.”
Vegas sat up at that, trying very hard to keep the growl out of his voice. „You’ll have to be more specific baby, otherwise I could come to the conclusion you simply regret binding yourself to me.”
Pete sat at that as well, eyes blinking faster. “No! I could never regret that!”
“Then what is it?”, Vegas asked, voice a little bit more gentle.
“Doesn’t it bother you?”, Pete whispered, tears now forming in his eyes, “Mating a Beta means you’ll probably never have pups of your own. It just seems unfair to take that away from you.”
“Do you want to give me pups, Pete? That’s the first time I’ve heard you talk about this. And more importantly, you even want them yourself?”
Pete paused briefly, then nodded firmly.
“I think I just never let myself really think about ever since I presented as a Beta. Especially ever since we got Venice. I thought I could be absolutely happy just being his dad and also caring for Maceau. But since seeing them together today I can’t stop thinking what a child of our own would look like. I know its so so stupid since in the end I’m just stupid beta and –”
Vegas interrupted him with a loud growl this time, shoving Pete on his back and climbing on top of him.
“Don’t ever ever dare to say that about yourself again. You’re my mate for a reason. You’re perfect in so many ways, simply for being you, my gentle, smart, compassionate love”, his fingers softly brushed the tears on Pete’s cheeks away but new ones simply followed and Vegas realized he wasn’t going to get his beloved out of his current thoughts with simple gentleness.
So he bend down and bit hard into the imprint to his mating bite at the base of Pete’s neck, a brutal unpretty thing that suited Pete so beautifully. He continued to suck and bite at it until his mate became a soft, pliant mess beneath him.
Then he continued. “And I have so many reasons to love you that come from you a Beta. I love that you can always keep up with me during my ruts when the toughest Omega would have already quit and how you also managed to take care of me during it. I love how I’m the only one that can your delectable smell this clearly and how it’s so soft and gentle on my nose.”
At that he pressed his fingers onto Pete’s gland, hard, and Pete gasped while more of his scent filled the air. Vegas leaned down to take a whiff of it up close, the gorgeous smell of soft cotton and clean skies filling him up.
He knew all too well that he was emitting more and more of his own scent, harsh and filled with woodfire and whiskey, and how it effected the other, his gasps becoming breathier and his hips tentatively pushing upwards, hardness brushing against hardness.
Vegas had always had a sensitive nose and a very hard time tolerating the smells of others, sometimes even his own scent during his rut had made him feel ill.
Living in his world filled with blood and gore had made him a little bit more resistant against it, but at the core he had always hated his nose, his scent and himself.
Other alphas had always smelled suffocatingly harsh and the omegas sickenly sweet. And then Pete, beautiful beautiful Pete, came along and suddenly everything was alright.
Vegas could still remember it so clearly, the day during Pete’s confinement after they had slept with each other when his scent blockers had worn of and Vegas recognised the clear, soft smell of Beta.
The excitement that had filled him because only the intended mate of a Beta could smell them that clearly before a mating bite. The peace that suddenly swept over him, like all his aches suddenly lifting. The anxious wish to never ever let this gorgeous creature of his sight, not wanting to risk anyone else having him.
He had wanted to bite Pete’s mating gland, chain him up again, push into him again and fuck him until his own scent was laying so heavy over Pete’s that there wasn’t even a chance anybody could ever catch a whiff of Pete’s true scent.
To this day he was grateful to managed to hold himself back somehow because he would have forever regretted mating Pete under those circumstances.
Although it didn’t stop him from fucking the other again until Pete had only been a shivering mess that had begged to finally stop coming and Vegas scent had laid heavily over own – although Pete hadn’t known that yet at the time.
Now Vegas ground down heavily onto Pete, blown out soft golden eyes meeting deep red eyes.
Vegas smiled, a vicious cruel thing that Pete loved so much. “But perhaps I have to remind how much exactly I love you.”
Pete nodded softly, a shaky smile forming on his own lips. He pushed upwards, digging his nose into his mating mark on the base of Vegas’ neck, one way more polite and neat than the one on his own but just as there and permanente, and inhaled deeply.
They would have to talk about this again. For now, he just wanted to stop thinking.
Ever since that evening the topic wouldn‘t leave Vegas’ mind. They have a long conversation the morning after, talking about Pete insecurities regarding their relationship and after that Pete had seemed sated and happy again.
And Vegas thought that would be it.
Except now that the idea was planted in his mind, Vegas couldn‘t stop thinking about it. Images of Pete with a softly swollen belly, Pete’s clean scent becoming milkier with pregnancy, his Beta so heavily pregnant he can barely move around anymore.
Vegas mind was occupied 24/7, disrupting his daily routine even through meetings with the major family and other clans.
It was true that all Betas had a fairly low fertility. Making up about a third of the world’s population, it was widely believed that they existed as a natural population control, in the same way Alphas and Omegas with attraction towards to same sex did.
The more children were already born in a family the higher the chances were that one of the younger children would be born as a Beta. Male Betas had a higher chance of impregnating someone and female Betas of being impregnated.
Vegas knew all of this already, obviously, having had a reasonable fair understanding of Betas as some of his flings had been of that gender and having done a lot more research since mating with Pete.
While Alphas naturally filled out roles as leaders and providers and Omegas as caretakers, Betas had always had a more background role as communicaters and peacemakers.
They had to take that role, because while many Alphas had the ability to control others using their Alpha voice and a lot of Omegas could easily influence the emotions of others in their favor, Betas only had the ability to be not as affected by all of this, the scents and the commands, strong Betas even being able to ignore them completely.
They were appreciated but not truly seen. And more often than not the butt of many jokes, especially when they ended up with an Alpha or Omega. People would joke that the other party must have really wanted an easy partner to deal with or really not wanted pups.
Of course, nobody in the Major or Minor Family would dare even mutter something like that regarding Pete’s and Vegas’ relationship, not after Vegas had been done with one bodyguard he heard badmouthing Pete in a corridor behind Pete’s back, just loud nothing for his Beta to still hear.
And of course a lot was already changing, the classical roles and stereotypes assigned to each gender losing more meaning each day.
You just had to look at Porsche, Vegas thought fondly, that Omega would never let just let himself be put in some corset and paraded around like some pretty thing.
He had gained a lot of respect for Porsche over time, especially after some particularly amusing incidents where he had made his cousin nearly lose his precious composure in public.
Betas experienced soft heats and soft ruts, one of each twice a year. This sometimes could shift slightly once they mated with an Omega or Alpha.
Vegas still couldn't decide what he enjoyed more, the three soft heats Pete had adapted to ever since they became a mated pair or the one delicious soft rut the other still experienced.
During his heats Pete became so sweetly docile that Vegas couldn't focus on anything else but his care. He was so much hotter inside than usual and leaked slick every time he as much as caught a whiff of Vegas' scent.
Oh, but the ruts. His Pete became a snarly, wild beast that trashed against its chains. It was the best feeling to fuck into him then, always on the side of just a little too dry and uncomfortable for Pete, again and again, until that dominant part of Pete finally surrendered in bleak defeat.
By then his cock and knot would have became an unhealthy looking red colour as Vegas completely ignored both until Pete had his disobedience beaten out of him completely. Only then would he start riding the other, always with one hand on his throat to keep him subdued.
And how Pete submitted after that, starting to bare his throat halfway through his rut, desperately, eagerly, curling around around him afterwards, whispering about how much he loved it when Vegas took him like this.
When thinking about it started to cost him his sleep, Vegas finally decided to act. He met up with their family doctor, tormenting her for over an hour about the all the possible risks of Beta pregnancy, whether Pete truly would equipped to handle it, had she even looked at his health screenings properly.
At some point, Code just sighed deeply. She was younger than Vegas, but her perpetual eyerings made her look worn out. She downed the last of her coffee.
„Look man, if Betas couldn't survive a pregnancy naturally it wouldn't be possible at all. They’re just not fertile enough for it to happen as easily as for Omegas. Once the bun's in the ofen, the rest‘s a piece of cake."
Vegas scowled heavily at that. Code continued merrily, sadly not intimitated at all: „Yes yes, I know. I will clear my schedule for you once we are there.“
„For now“, she added with a wink, ,,You don’t really have something to show for that I could fuss about. Luckily I have just the thing for you to speed along the process. Has gone through all the clinical trials but the government is still hesitant to officially release it on the market. Afraid that it could shake up their precious gender politics, even more Omegas deciding to not get pregnant and instead getting jobs when there are other options for childbearing.“
She dramatically rolled her eyes. „Fucking old bastards.“ Vegas had never appreciated the Omega more.
While sometimes bordering on crude, she had always been competent since she started working for them and even more importantly, always unafraid of speaking her mind aroundVegas.
Code slid two plain packs of pills towards him. „Care to explain what exactly these do?“, Vegas still asked sharply.
„One's folic acid. Best to start the intake at least a month before the conception. Helps with the proper development of the foetus. The other one's … that‘s the true wonder weapon. The goal is to drastically bring down the Beta‘s androgen levels and bring up the estrogen and gestagen production.“
„The treatment is completed with this injection“, she slide a syringe towards him, „that you have to administer when Pete starts showing signs of preheat. It causes the accumulation of fertility inducing hormones that normally would be rather lowly concentrated in a Beta during their heat. I will be honest, it‘s still no guarantee it will take on the first try.“
She now was grinning very lewdly. „So you better do a good job and breed him well."
Vegas was torn between gratitude and indignation. „Don‘t push it, Code“, he settled on, showing a threat of his teeth.
The woman held up her hands, almost convincingly apologetic. „Heard, boss. If you have any more questions I’m always here.“
She sighed. „Start sending in Pete every two weeks, I will start monitoring his blood levels from now on. I really deserve a vacation after this.“
The next morning over breakfast Vegas gave two pills to Pete, one small and white and the other a translucent yellowish. He was prepared for all sorts of questions though they would be cumbersome to answer vaguely enough.
He just did not want to put any pressure on Pete. This whole ordeal had a huge chance of failing the first few times and he worried it might devastate the other.
But sweet, perfect Pete simply smile at him and opened his mouth wide with his tongue stretched out, without any question.Vegas briefly thought what a lucky bastard he was.
Then Pete’s wide hungry mouth and his pink tongue distracted him horribly.
He smirked. „Baby the way you show off your little hole I could think you were looking for something a little bigger.“
Pete's eyes were bottomless with want. „Master, please."
Vegas swallowed hard. He must have truly neglected his pet the last week for him to show his desperation this easily.
„Alright Pete, drink up and come to me.“
Pete diligently swallowed the pills and washed them down with the rest of his water. When he tried to stand up, Vegas tsked.
„No, no. Are you that dump that I have to teach you all over again? Crawl."
Pete shuddered and dropped to his knees hard, as if the reprimand had cut all the strings holding his body up. As he crawled under the table and emerged between Vegas legs, he had a change of heart.
He had just wanted to quickly fuck Pete's throat and satiate the burning need in them both, but he had been away from his gorgeous pet for too long to not properly indulge in him now.
,,I've just remembered I still have some work to do this morning", he announced while stopping Pete‘s hands that had started reaching for his fly. When Pete looked up startled and looked like he wanted to protest, Vegas tightly gripped his hair and pulled Pete along as he stood up and started to walk towards his office.
Ignoring Pete's reddened cheeks as he crawled next to him through the short corridor that let to it he smiled pleased.
While the two of them regularly indulged in the thrill of quick fucks in meeting rooms and other indecent public places, Vegas was far more protective of Pete when his submission left him soft and vulnerable.
He only allowed small adventures such as this one when he know that they would not be seen by anyone. And still his gorgeous Pete blushed like a virgin every time.
They entered the office without issues and Vegas guided Pete towards his desk and underneath it.
Then he sat and turned all of his attention on his pet.
„Position, pet."
Pete's eyes already grew heavy as he let himself settle on his feet, putting his arms loosely behind his back and crossing them. Then he opened his mouth wide, displaying his tongue.
Vegas felt a mixture of fondness and deep possessiveness welling up inside of him. The room was filled with a rush of his scent, laying itself heavily over Pete.
He opened his fly and pulled his dick out, then used it to slap Pete's cheeks lightly.
„I love how you are always drooling for it“, he confessed softly, Pete’s eyes fixed on him, a light frown appearing even as drool indeed started to escape his still open mouth.
„Don't overdo it.“
Vegas had started to drip precum just from that pouty look on Pete's face, defiant and needy at the same time.
He used that precum to smear it around Pete's mouth, adding to the drool there. Marking him properly as an Alpha should. Then, in one fluent motion, he grabbed the back of Pete's head and pushed his still mostly soft dick inside, until he reached the back of his throat and pushed down even deeper.
He kept Pete's face close his groin as the other gagged and coughed, getting used to the sudden intrusion. Involuntarily his throat convulsed around Vegas dick and he had to close his eyes and truly focus on not growing hard.
It was testament to their training how fast Pete was able to get used to the sensation now. It had taken them months to get to the point where Vegas could shove anything in Pete's holes and he would just take it and probably say thank you afterwards.
Vegas loosend his grip on Pete’s hair when he had settled down and instead put his hand on his throat, feeling the imprint of his cock against his own hand. Something predatory settled in his chest. He grinned down at his pet. Pete still had his eyes trained on him, although they had grown watery.
„Look at you darling, always such a slut for it. Always able to take it so easily. Show me your signal." Pete let his hands fall apart and used one to squeeze Vegas‘ thigh two times, then resumed his original position. „Very good", Vegas drawled, „Now get comfortable down there love. I've got some documents to look over."
Pete whined softly, a petulant thing even though he had known exactly what to expect ever since Vegas hadn’t simply shoved his cock down his throat in the dining room. Vegas caressed his cheek softly, feeling a bit more indulgent than usually, and then tore his attention away from the gorgeous creature beneath him.
He easily slipped into the right mindset, pulling out the necessary documents and starting to go through them. Ever since he had begun to regain control over the Minor Family, in parts due to Porsche’s pregnancy and in parts due to a new, still fragile trust between their families, he truly had more than enough work.
He had to regain many of their old connections and deal with those who had grown testing after the frequent changes in leadership. He also had decided to continue the work that Porsche had started to seperate from the rotting underbelly of truly sickening businesses - even for mafia standards - his late father had run.
The following outraged assassination attempts were nothing compared to the paperwork it required. Luckily he had a sweet pet keeping him company today. He began softly narrating some of his considerations to the other, using his non-dominant hand card to through Pete's hair, soft as silk thanks to the products Vegas had chosen for him.
He felt Pete fidgeting nervously, shifting his weight from one side to the other and readjusting his hands. This was always the hardest part for him, something in him subconciously fighting the drop. Vegas knew he truly had let go when Pete's eyes fully closed and he rested his cheek against one of Vegas' legs.
Vegas felt deeply satisfied, both with himself and Pete. Even though he had at first mocked the idea of cock warming as pretty basic when Pete had first brought it up - it had seemed like Kinn's and Porsche‘s idea of really kinky sex - it had rapidly become one of their favourite scenes.
It got Pete into subspace really easily and Vegas had found that it actually helped him stay focused on the paperwork. There was also something so incredible intimate in the fact that his dick was in Pete‘s mouth with no intentions of him getting off anytime soon. Showed how much they had grown to trust each other.
Vegas' heart swelled fondly and he released another wave of pheromones into the air where they intermingled with the ones Pete had started to release ever since his tight control had started to slip.
Pheromones only Vegas could smell right now, he thought smugly.
He continued with his work until he was satisfied then lightly tapped his fingers against Pete‘s cheek: „Pet, open your eyes for me.“ Pete blearily followed his instruction, resulting in a glassy look as he tried to focus again.
„There you are baby", Vegas cooed.Then he grabbed Pete‘s hair firmly and pulled the other‘s head back slightly before thrusting in again, setting a rapid tempo.
He felt himself grow himself grow hard in the hot tightness of Pete's throat, enjoying the constrictions of his throat as he gagged and tried to get used to the sudden movement of Vegas‘ cock.
Finally he truly came alive again, starting to suck and use his tongue. Vegas groaned: „Always soo eager to please, puppy. You're always good to me.“ Pete keened in response.
Vegas' rhythm started to become more irregular as he felt himself growing closer. He looked down only to see Pete‘s big eyes - dripping just like his nose and mouth - looking back at him.
That look was all he needed to start coming in thick spurts, holding on tightly to Pete's hair and forcing him to swallow every single drop. He continued to lazily thrust into Pete's throat and as he swallowed load after load. It wasn't half as much as one of his knots would have produced but Alphas still generally just Camelot. And his baby could always take it. When he felt himself getting oversensitive, he slowly pulled out.
„Now, show", he commanded. Pete smiled sweetly up at him before showing his Alpha his tongue, free of any residue.
„I think that should earn me a reward, don't you think?"
Vegas laughed harshly. „Puppy's getting impatient for his own release, I see. Too bad doggies don’t make the decisions in this house."
Pete swallowed and then glanced at Vegas shoe, visibly collecting himself. „But still, you have to look after your pets, don't you? Even if it’s nothing more than a pathetic runt rutting against your leg.“
He truly was a delight. Vegas had never dared to dream of one day finding his intended mate who would also so perfectly match his own kinks and desires. He growled softly. „Alright you little slut, then that's all you'll be getting today. Go on, show if that pathetic little cock of yours can even still produce cum.“
Pete moaned at the degradation and shifted, positioning his half-chubbed cock against Vegas shoe and started rutting against it. Watching him frowing and softly mewling while trying to find the right angle, Vegas could feel himself start to harden again. It looked like Pete would get more than his boot after all.
Pete only questioned him once after that: „Soo am I supposed to notice anything from the pills?“ Vegas smiled back, feeling giddy. „Not quite yet, baby.“