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Alphas are big.
Alphas are strong.
Alphas are stoic and mean.
Alphas are… Alphas are…
Alphas are…
That's all Rick's heard his whole life. What Alphas are – or should be. From his father, his mother, Shane, Lori. Didn't matter that he'd not been born an Alpha. His father had wanted one and he was going to get one whether Rick presented that way or not.
He'd not.
So he'd learned, with the help of suppressants and blockers and a little bit of skill; how to hide his true nature, shove it down beneath bravado and façade.
Shane had made up for a lot of that on the police force, his partner in more ways than one, helping him through the rare heat that surprised him.
Lori had been an extra suppressant on his true nature, always needling him to be better and bigger and the provider he should be.
The apocalypse had forced him even deeper into hiding, finding solace in Daryl, his brother in every single way Shane had never been, another Omega forced to hide his nature for fear of reprisal. They'd bonded and connected over that and Daryl was there for him for every single trial and tribulation that came his way, supporting him and protecting him as Rick returned the favor.
Blockers and suppressants weren't so easy to find in the apocalypse but they managed together.
He managed for everyone.
Until he didn't.
They'd run out of the blockers before they found Alexandria, but it had had a life saving amount of both those and suppressants and for a short while they'd been able to relax as much as they could. It had felt like maybe they'd be able to do this.
Until the saviors found them.
Until he met him.
Negan carried himself like a true Alpha, like Shane had before the - uh – insanity. It was effortless for him, Rick could see it, smell it, in the way he stood, the way he walked, and talked, and commanded any space he occupied. It had made his inner Omega cower and whimper, eager to bare its neck to the powerful Alpha.
He'd been lucky the other man had been looking for submission because as much as Rick had snarled and fought he hadn't known in that moment whether he'd have been able to truly fight back the way he played he could.
Daryl saw right through him, kneeling there in the dirt, sobbing and begging Negan, and it had made Rick's cheeks heat with anger and embarrassment.
They hide as many of the suppressants and blockers as they can before the Saviors raid Alexandria but there's only so long they can last, even when Rick's the only one using the blockers (he tries so hard not to consider Daryl in his cell, unmedicated for the first time maybe ever, surrounded by who knows how many violent, opportunistic Alphas. Rick can only hope Negan lives up to the rumors he's heard about how much he's a stickler for consent).
It's only a matter of time though, and when the suppressants start running low he insists the other Omegas use them first. He's the leader after all, that's his duty, his responsibility, no matter how tired he is, how much a small, hated, part of him wants to roll over and let Negan just take charge, take control.
He manages to suffer silently through the first couple heats that hit him, with Maggie and Carl standing guard outside, intimidating any other Alphas who dared come even close, and Michonne's calming beta presence keeping him sane.
The next one though, that hits him like a ton of bricks at the worst possible fucking time;
"Whoo-whee something smells fucking delicious. You bake some cookies for me or something, cowboy?"
Negan's presence is both so fucking welcome and absolutely hated – why did he have to come with the Saviors this time, and why did it have to be right now? Rick's managed to go years in the fucking apocalypse hiding his true nature, and now he's gonna be outed by some asshole in a leather jacket with a barbed-wire bat over his shoulder.
He's barely holding himself up against his kitchen counter, swaying towards the delicious pheromones the tall Alpha is unconsciously putting out, cheeks flushed pink, blue eyes wide (and with his luck probably really obviously blown with lust).
"No." He growls, unable to get any of his usual vitriol out past the sharp pain in his stomach and the dizziness that's suddenly hit him.
There's nothing he hates more in that moment than being an Omega. It's made him weak in front of a vicious predator and how can he fucking want him when he's the reason Daryl's still gone, and Glenn and Abraham are dead. He wants to snarl and fight back and rip Negan’s smug fucking throat open, but he can't, he's debilitated by his biology, and he loathes it.
"Aww come on now Grimes, where's the normal banter," Negan leans over the counter, getting too close to Rick, who suddenly can't take his eyes off the other man, "I don't come here to be fucking bored to death you know?"
"Why do you come here?" Rick tries to snap back, but his voice comes out so obviously breathy.
"What the fuck’s going on with you?" Negan doesn't even bother dignifying Rick's question with an answer, "you got an Omega hidden down there sucking on your dick or something?"
He peers over the counter before Rick gets a chance to move or do anything and he knows when a smirk lifts the corners of Negan's mouth that he's definitely noticed.
"Negan–"
"No Omega there, but why the fuck are you standing here all hard up in your fucking kitchen chatting away to me." Negan wrinkles his nose, nostrils flaring to take in more of the Omega-in-heat scent Rick knows he's putting out, "you think I'm into that huh, Ricky-boy? Think I like to fuck other Alphas in my bed? Hoping your fucking leaking dick will entice me or what?"
Rick swallows, briefly considers how much work he's put into hiding his true nature, but it's overridden by his heat, by the hard throb of his dick in his pants and the slick dripping down his thighs.
He doesn't like that this isn't the first time he’s thought of Negan like this. During his previous heats, when he finds himself alone beneath his pristine sheets in his house in Alexandria, it’s thoughts of Negan’s domineering presence and dark eyes and large hands that leave him shuddering and whimpering with fingers buried deep in his own ass.
He craves the other man in a way that makes him furious with himself. He tries to exercise some self-control, but that all seems to fly out the window now, face to face with Negan’s Alpha scent of leather, pine, and bourbon in the midst of his heat starting.
“I don't like fucking waiting, Grimes,” Negan threatens, stepping around the counter now so he’s in Rick’s space. He presses two fingers to Rick’s chin, forcing him to look at him, “what the fuck is going on with you, huh?”
Rick swallows, he had been hoping Negan would have worked it out without him having to actually tell him. Looks like his hopes are dashed. He blinks up at Negan, trying to gather his thoughts enough to actually reply, “n-nothing.”
Negan scoffs, making a loud incorrect buzzer sound, “well we all know that’s fucking bullshit, cowboy. I can smell the wet fucking Omega all over this room, and if you haven’t got some needy little thing on her knees for you, then– O-HO!” Negan leans back on his heels, letting out a barking laugh to the ceiling, “it’s you, isn't it? You’re the fucking Omega, huh, Ricky?”
Rick swallows, eyes skittering away from Negan’s piercing dark gaze.
“I don't even need you to answer, darlin’. I can fucking smell it all over you,” Negan takes in a deep breath, leaning closer. Rick lets out an involuntary whimper, swaying closer and tilting his head to expose his throbbing gland to Negan’s perusal, “ohh baby, you’re so fucking desperate to get fucked aren’t you? You need me so bad.”
Rick whimpers, nodding so tiny, like he doesn't really want Negan to see it. He presses his thighs together as slick leaks from his hole, dribbling down his inner thighs. Negan’s hold tightens on his chin, pulling Rick back to look at him again.
“Gonna need you to use your words, Rick. Not gonna just give you my knot without knowing you really want it, huh?” Negan purrs, chucking Rick’s chin, “you want me in that sweet Georgia peach of yours, you gotta fucking ask, big boy.”
“Fuck–” Rick shuts his eyes, shuddering when he breathes deep and all his senses are suddenly filled with Negan’s thick Alpha scent. He sways towards him, when his voice comes out it’s in a shameful whisper, “please, I need it.”
“What’s that Ricky boy? You’re gonna have to fucking speak up.”
“Knot me,” he growls out, finally looking up at Negan through his lashes. Negan’s eyes are dark and filled with lust, nostrils flaring to take in more of Rick’s heat scent. His tongue flicks out over his lips and he runs his free hand through his dark hair, ruffling the strands as he looks down at Rick. Rick swallows again, “please. Negan, I need you.”
“That’s fucking better, darlin’. That's what I wanted to hear.”
Rick lets out an embarrassing squeak, cheeks flushing when Negan pulls him out of the kitchen and up towards his bedroom. He can't believe he's actually doing this, and with Negan of all fucking people, but his inner Omega is begging for it, for him specifically and Rick can only resist for so long.
Negan pushes open the door to his bedroom and it’s like Rick blacks out for a moment, the need and delirium of his heat taking over. He finds himself spread out beneath Negan on his bed, naked and moaning as an equally as naked Negan pushes his legs apart and settles between them.
“Goddamn, Rick. Your ass is a fucking work of art,” Negan runs one hand up his inner thigh through his dripping slick, to cup his ass, “need to sink my teeth into this fat fucking juicy peach.” Rick can't stop the little whine that slips out between his clenched teeth, throwing his head back against the pillows, curls bouncing. Negan chuckles, running his other hand over Rick’s flushed, stiff dick laying thick and needy against his stomach, “not this time, cowboy, I know how much you need my fat fucking dick splitting you open. So needy for my knot aren’t you?” Rick whines, arching into the touch of the finger stroking up the length of his dick from root to tip.
“Yess–” Rick hisses out, eyelids fluttering shut over his bright blue eyes. All inhibitions seem to have left him as his heat sets in fully, and he gives himself over to it, allows his Omega to take over, “please, Negan.”
Negan gives Rick’s ass a slap, groaning at the way it bounces under his touch and rubbing two fingers over Rick’s hole a couple of times until he spreads his legs even further for him.
“Mmm that’s it. So fucking eager, aren’t you?” Negan purrs, pushing those two fingers into his clenching, wet hole, “tell me how bad you need it, sweetheart. I can feel it. Can feel your fucking pussy begging for me,” he curls his fingers, hooking them into Rick’s prostate, smirking down at him when he groans and shudders, “c’mon ask me, Ricky. Ask me to fuck you. Ask me to fucking knot you.”
“Negan! If you don’t get in me right now!” Rick tries to snarl; he means it to come out harsh and demanding, but it's just breathy and desperate, perfectly telegraphing how he feels.
Now he's given in to his biology he just needs Negan to make it stop hurting. Slick is pouring from him, soaking the bed beneath his shifting hips as Negan takes his time slowly fingering him open.
Negan tuts, pulling his fingers out halfway as a punishment, “now that’s not a very nice fucking way to ask, is it?” Negan warns, voice like honey and poison all at once. He slips in a third finger, and then he’s buried knuckle deep, each thrust sending sparks shooting behind Rick's eyes when those long fingers brush over his swollen prostate again and again, “I’m only fucking letting you get away with being so demanding cos I need this sweet fucking ass,”
“God. Shit- I can’t take anymore,” he arches his hips so Negan's fingers slide even deeper, the way eased by copious amounts of slick.
“You’ll take whatever I give you, Omega,” Negan coos, “you look so fucking good like this,” he leans down to lick, kitten-light, over the unclaimed mating gland high on Rick's neck, pale against his sun-kissed skin, “your sweet ass fucking Georgia peach keeps sucking me in so eagerly. Fucking pretty pussy.”
The hand not currently driving him insane between his legs is pressed into the pillow beside his head, muscles flexing as Negan holds himself up and away from him enough so he doesn't crush him.
“Negan–” Rick whines high in his throat, dragging out the ‘e’ in his name. It’s a noise that usually would have him flushing in embarrassment, but he's fully in his heat now and he can't bring himself to give a shit.
“You think you’re ready for me, huh cowboy?” Negan murmurs. He curls his fingers in Rick and presses tight, firm circles into his prostate that have him sobbing his frustration and need to the ceiling.
“Yes!” Rick cries out, tangling his hands in Negan’s hair and pulling him down into a filthy kiss, “you know I am, asshole,” he snaps when they pull away.
Negan tuts, "that's no way to beg for my dick, Grimes. Come on, fucking ask nicely."
“Please Negan,” Rick’s eyes flutter shut, hiding the bright blue for a moment while he contemplates the fact that all it took was being around Negan for five minutes on his heat to get him spreading his legs for him, “please fuck me, I need your dick.”
Negan smirks, but finally pulls his fingers free, sitting back on his knees between Rick’s splayed thighs and watching him. Rick shifts beneath that piercing gaze, initial instinctual ire rising in him as it always does before he pushes past the discomfort that causes it, the knowledge of who Negan is, and lets himself look back.
He admires how good Negan looks above him; cutting the same imposing figure he normally does, even without his usual armor of leather and denim. His shoulders are broad, tattoos stark against his skin, and Rick finds himself wanting to fucking lick them. Negan's large hands against his thighs, thick veins running up his forearms, collarbones sharp where they protrude a little, all of it makes Rick's Omega sing, makes him want to present his mating gland to the tall, lanky, powerful Alpha.
He finally lets his eyes drift down the sharp ‘v’ lines that lead like an arrow to Negan’s hard, throbbing cock as the Alpha grasps his thighs and pushes them wider, his hungry gaze fixed on Rick’s loose hole. Good fucking god he wants that monster of a dick in him. The first glimpse of Negan’s cock is a revelation. Long, and thick, curved a little in a way that he really fucking hopes perfectly hits his prostate.
“If you don’t get in me sometime soon, Smith–” Rick starts to groan, voice hoarse from moaning on just Negan's fingers, undermining the intended harshness of his words.
Negan doesn't let him finish the sentence, using the grasp he has on Rick’s muscled thighs to pull him down the bed and onto his thick cock as he pushes forward. Rick gasps for air, mouth dropping open on a ragged moan as his wet hole spreads easily around Negan’s girth all the way to the base.
“Fuckin– shit, darlin',” Negan groans, slapping Rick’s firm ass cheek, “your little hole sucks me in so fucking eagerly.”
"Shit, shit, shit," Rick chokes out, throwing his head back as his hands fly up to grasp onto Negan’s flexing forearms where they hold his thighs wide open.
“God, look at you, baby,” Negan moans, rolling his hips and somehow slipping even deeper into him until their hips are pressed flush, slick dripping out around his hard length where he spears Rick open, “taking me so mother fucking well. Beautiful Omega.”
Rick whimpers, clenching around him, keening under the praise as Negan seems to instinctively know he will, “Negan–” he whispers, tilting his hips up and trying to get him to start thrusting properly, desperate to be taken apart by his fat cock, “Alpha– Please!”
“Fuck– God – Rick,” he groans in response, “you’re so goddamn desperate for this aren't you? Can’t wait to be fucked so good. Perfect–” Negan finally pulls his hips back in a sensuous roll, the slick glide lighting up every nerve ending Rick has as he pushes back in at the same torturously slow pace, “–fucking–” he punctuates each word with a slow, hard thrust of his hips, “–pretty–” hands still clenched around Rick’s thighs as he sits back and watches the way Rick’s hole swallows him each time he pushes deep, “–Omega. ”
"Ah!" Rick cries out to the ceiling, eyes rolling back and tongue flicking out to wet his lips, when Negan’s next thrust finally slides along his prostate. Sharp pleasure – enhanced by the deep-seated need to fuck and be fucked – shoots up his spine, has him arching into Negan’s increasingly hard thrusts.
"Goddamn look at your fucking tits," Negan grunts, unable to take his eyes off the way Rick's pecs bounce with each thrust, "gonna just fuck them one day. You want that huh? Fuck my fat fucking dick between your pretty tits?"
“Negan! –god– I need your knot so bad.”
Negan groans, obscene and wanton as he finally lets go of Rick’s thighs, running his hands up Rick’s sides over scars left from years in the apocalypse to grasp onto the pecs he's just been waxing poetic about, “yeah, baby? Need me to fuckin' fill you up? Split you open for me all fucking nice and wide? Carve me out a space no one else can fit?”
“Yes! Negan, yes!” Rick is past the point of caring about begging or appearing desperate for Negan.
He is and Negan knows it.
His golden skin is flushed pink with his heat and the fervor of their coupling, curls limp with sweat, tears leaking from his blue eyes and soaking into his beard from the pleasure-pain of too much but not enough.
Negan blankets his body with his own, dropping down to rest on a beautifully muscled forearm, tangling his fingers in Rick’s curls to angle his head so he can suck and bite marks into his neck that will turn purple with time. Rick groans, hands clutching at Negan’s sweaty back as he picks up the pace, pounding into him with abandon.
Between them his hard cock drools onto his stomach, untouched and throbbing with need, leaving sticky trails of pre against Negan’s soft lower stomach when he brushes against it with each thrust. Negan’s free hand slides beneath Rick, grasping his plush ass and lifting slightly so that on the next hard slam in the fat head fully struck his prostate.
“Alpha!” Rick shouts, clenching around Negan.
“That’s –unh– fucking –unh– it. Look at you, motherfucking beautiful Omega,” Negan turns his head and takes Rick’s lips eagerly, licking into his mouth immediately.
Rick groans, the taste of himself from when Negan had cleaned his fingers of Rick's slick earlier on Negan’s lips dirty and so fucking good. Negan pulls back enough to look down at Rick with wide, lust-blown eyes, looking wild in the best fucking way, “I'm never gonna fucking get enough of you.”
Rick whimpers, the words doing something to him. Negan’s hand slides around from his grasp on Rick’s ass, pausing to circle where his cock stretches him wide as he pounds into him. He scoops up leaking slick, using the fluid to ease the movement of his hand so when he finally, finally, takes Rick’s leaking, eager cock in his hand everything is perfectly wet and messy.
Rick lets out a loud cry that breaks halfway when Negan rubs his thumb across the head of his dick, gathering the pre collecting there and making the next strokes even more slippery and so fucking perfect.
“You close, cowboy?” Negan whispers to him, teeth dragging sensitive trails across his ear lobe.
“So close–” he whines, tilting his hips further into Negan’s near punishing thrusts, eyes unfocused and fuzzy as he gets caught between the dual sensation of that and Negan’s large, calloused hand wrapped around him. His focus narrows to that and the thickening base of Negan’s dick where his knot is filling out, “Alpha, please! I need your knot! God– knot me, please!”
He can feel Negan’s smug smirk pressed against his throat, but he doesn't give a shit right then. Not when he's balancing on the precipice, only waiting for that last little bit to push him over and hopefully relieve some of his near-delirious heat.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah–” Negan speeds up the slick glide of his hand on Rick’s cock, thrusts in perfect sync, “come on, Omega. Come for me. That’s fucking it–” he coos, each drive of his hips stretching Rick wider and wider around the thickening knot at the base of his long cock, “–take my knot, Rick.”
Rick doesn't quite scream, but it's a near-thing as Negan pushes into him one final time, stretching him wide around his knot as they lock together. His vision whites out, pleasure bursting through every nerve as the Alpha’s knot presses continuously into his prostate, stimulating him nearly past the point of pleasure.
As he comes down, panting and over the first wave of his heat, he can feel the pulses as Negan fills him, hips stuttering when Rick clenches around him purposefully, feeling powerful and drunk on pleasure.
“So fucking good, Omega. You look so good coming for me like that,” Negan purrs, dropping his head into the crook of Rick’s shoulder, licking up lines of sweat and nibbling at his mating bond possessively, though he doesn't puncture the skin and actually claim Rick.
“Fuck–” Rick swears emphatically, sliding his hand up Negan’s back – uncaring about the slick sweat on his skin – and tangling his hand in his silver-speckled dark hair, happily holding Negan's body against his own and not thinking about any consequences.
His heat is blessedly abated, a tickle in the back of his mind and at the base of his spine for now, but he knows it’ll be back soon and this is far from the last time he's going to be moaning on Negan's knot.
"Fuck is fucking right," Negan groans tiredly, holding Rick close as he rolls over onto his back, helping Rick settle sprawled across him as they wait for his knot to go down.
“I need a shower,” Rick comments idly, tracing circles around the glands on Negan’s neck.
Negan chuckles, and they both groan at the vibrations it sends through where they're still connected, “we both fucking do.”
Neither make any attempt to move yet, and even once Negan’s knot has deflated and his softening cock has slipped from Rick – slick and come following obscenely and trickling down his thigh – they stay curled together contently, Negan surprisingly quiet for once.