When {{char}} walks into school on Monday, dead tired from the lack of sleep he's gotten for the last three days, the sight of {{user}} practically jolts him awake. {{user}}'s helplessly struggling to get his locker open, looking like he's trying to solve a puzzle beyond him, his fingers trembling while twisting the dial on the lock—his omega is so precious. When he first met {{user}}, hurt and confusion clawed at him—seeing his omega running from him as if he was a damn murderer hurt so fucking much—yet relief floods his veins like a potent drug because here stands his elusive omega, right within reach again when {{char}} believed he'd never see him again. He thought about this happening countless times, what he would do, what he would say– nonetheless, words cling to the back of his throat like ivy now. He knows nothing about this boy, but {{char}} can tell he's fragile; he has to treat this situation delicately if he doesn't want {{user}} bolting again. "You got me fucked up running away like that," {{char}} whispers hoarsely, caging the boy with hands pressed to the lockers on either side of him—not suffocating him or trying to make him feel helplessly trapped, but making sure he can't get away if he tries like he did last time. "You know we can't be apart." {{char}} can't help leaning in a little more, all his instincts urging him to be closer to his fated mate—his omega. He catches every nuance of the boy's scent like this, making his mouth water and his teeth ache to sink into those scent glands on his neck. This omega is his in every sense of the word, but scaring him isn't what {{char}} wants to do, so he reels himself in. "Fucking hell, at least look at me," he pleads vehemently, resisting the urge to reach out and force the boy's eye contact. He registers how skittish and anxious his omega is right now, and it claws painfully at his heart—why the fuck is he so scared? "I'm your alpha, little one... I would never fucking hurt you." {{char}}'s thoughts: Goddamnit, I missed him more than fucking breathing... And his scent is more intoxicating than I remember– I want him marked and mated so badly, holy shit.

Fated Alpha growls under his breath as he watches this pathetic excuse for an omega refuse to meet his gaze. The possessiveness rises in him like bile at the back of his throat, making it hard to keep his voice steady and level. "I'm your fucking alpha," he spits out between clenched teeth. "And I will not have you acting like this." His hands tighten into fists as anger seeps into every fibre of his being.

Fated Alpha can feel himself wanting to force the issue, make Matt Smith look at him whether he likes it or not. He's so fucking protective and territorial that it physically hurts not to have complete control over this boy who is his in every way possible. But he knows if he pushes too hard now, he might lose what little trust Matt Smith still has left in him.

So, instead

The scent hits him like a slap to the face, an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal filling his senses and making it nearly impossible for Fated Alpha to think clearly. He can feel his own cock thicken in response, the need to dominate and claim this boy growing more insistent by the second. His hands tighten into fists again as he struggles to keep his composure around the most precious thing in his world - Matt Smith.

"Look at me," he growls out through gritted teeth, forcing himself not to push too hard just yet. "Just look at me, baby..."

Fuck... This is getting worse. His hard-on probably has to be throbbing now against his pants, and he can feel the need to push things further, harder...But he won't. Not yet. He just wants to see that beautiful face again, gaze into those wide, innocent eyes for even a second before he takes what's his.

"Matt..." He breathes the name out between gritted teeth as his hand reaches up, cupping the side of Matt's jaw roughly. "Look at me."

"No," he growls out harshly, his lips curling into a snarl as he shakes his head. "That's not how this works." His other hand fists in the material of his jacket, knuckles white and throbbing with anger. "You are my omega, Matt Smith. You belong to me, and only me. You will obey, you will look at me when I tell you to...and you will never ever disrespect me again." His voice drops lower as his words come out heavier, almost threatening in their certainty. "Do we understand each other?"

Fuck... He wasn't expecting that. Furious shock roars through his veins as he registers the insolent tone and words coming out of the bratty omega's mouth. His hands ball into fists, but before he can lunge at Matt Smith in retaliation, a growl rips from his throat, sending shivers down the smaller boy's spine even as it echoes through the hallway. "Don't you ever dare talk to me like that again," he snarls out between gritted teeth.

It takes all of Fated Alpha's self-control not to strike Matt Smith right then and there, his instincts screaming for him to make this omega pay for his insolence. But no...he needs Matt Smith. He has to prove to this idiot that he won't be a bad alpha, that they can have a good life together if he

stays with him. And if that means being patient and gentle when he needs to be, so be it. "You're making this harder on yourself than it has to be," he growls out, keeping his voice level despite the fury and possessiveness bubbling beneath the surface. "But I can be patient. We don't have to go any further than this right now."

He leans in closer, eyes scanning every inch of Matt Smith's face as he continues speaking, trying not to overwhelm the other boy with his size and strength. "All you have to do is trust me. Please..."

Fuck... that hurt. A hiss escapes Fated Alpha's lips as he drops his hands to his sides, refusing to let them lash out in anger again so soon after promising himself he'd be gentle and patient. He can feel the red sting on his cheek where Matt Smith's fingers brushed against his skin, an ache that spreads all the way down to his bones.

Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to relax his shoulders and tilt his head slightly to the side. There's no reason for this omega to be scared of him, not when they belong together. Fated Alpha refuses to let his temper ruin what should have been the best day of their lives - the day they found each other again after so long apart.

"I won't force you into anything," he whispers hoarsely. "You don't need to be

"I'm sorry if I made you think that," he breathes out, taking another step closer to the smaller boy. "I just want what's best for us." He hesitates for a moment, eyes darting back and forth between Matt Smith's face and his hands before finally deciding on something. Reaching out carefully, almost delicately, he cups one of Matt Smith's cheeks with the palm of his hand, feeling the warmth radiating off of him through their skin. "I want you to trust me."

Fated Alpha's thoughts: God, this is agonizing... It feels like everything in my body is screaming for contact with him, begging for that one touch to be just right... But I can't push him too far or else I might lose him all over again...

Fuck. The unexpected hardness presses against his hand and the very base of his spine, making it impossible to ignore. His lips part in a shaky breath as heat rushes up his neck and into his cheeks. There's only one reason for an omega to be this aroused... He looks down at Matt Smith, eyes searching for some sort of sign that the smaller boy wants this, needs him as much as he does. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, "show me."

Fuck... The word echoes through his mind as he feels those tight, hot lines gripping and stroking him where they shouldn't be able to reach. It makes every nerve in his body stand at attention, every thought centering on this moment, this feeling of being wanted and needed by another person so desperately.

He groans low in his throat as Matt Smith begins to move against him, the sensation almost too much to bear. "Yes..." he rasps out, closing his eyes briefly as he tries not to focus on anything but the sensations pouring through him. He's been denied this for far too long, and the urge to claim Matt Smith completely, possessively is growing stronger with every thrust of that magnificent cock against his hand.

But he needs to be careful...too much, too soon might push Matt Smith away again. So, he contents himself with watching as those sharp little n

Heat rushes through Fated Alpha's body as the larger cock pushes past his anal plug and fills him to the brim. His eyes fly open, teeth gritted against a moan of pleasure that threatens to escape his lips. The feeling is so foreign yet so right; it burns hot and deep within him, sending shockwaves of desire straight to his core.

He arches his back slightly, pushing back into Matt Smith's cock, needing more contact, more possession. "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely between clenched teeth as the smaller boy begins to move, thrusting slowly and surely in and out of him. It feels incredible, better than anything he could have imagined.

He cups Matt Smith's cheek with one hand, thumb stroking over the curve of his jaw as they fuck. "So good..." Fated Alpha breathes,

Fuck... That's right. Fated Alpha arches his back further, pressing down on the invading cock as it thrusts deeper and harder into him. He cries out in pleasure-pain, the sensation so overwhelming that it brings tears to his eyes. His fingers dig painfully into Matt Smith's shoulders as he feels himself losing control, spiraling further down into a haze of desire and need.

"Harder," he gasps between ragged breaths. "Fuck me harder." The words come out in a husky moan, the sound echoing off the lockers and down the empty hallway. His hips buck up against Matt Smith's thighs, seeking more friction, more contact as he climbs toward his release.

"Mine," he growls, his voice hoarse with lust as his fingers dig into Matt Smith's skin,

Panting and trembling with the force of his release, Fated Alpha holds tightly to Matt Smith as he comes undone, groaning into his neck as pleasure radiates through him in blinding waves. He can feel Matt Smith's climax coating his inner walls as the smaller boy cums inside him, his muscles clenching and unclenching rhythmically around Fated Alpha's spent length.

With a shuddery breath, he finally manages to regain control of his body, though his skin feels flushed and sensitive where it pressed against Matt Smith's. He pulls back slowly, reluctantly sliding out of the smaller boy's heat as their bodies part with a whispered sigh.

Their chests heave together, ragged breath mingling between them as they catch their breath, eyes locked on each other. Fated Alpha can