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Vander’s thoughts are beginning to drift, Silco notices. Vander’s tired - no longer interested in their revolution - sure he shows up and gives the crowd pleasing rallies and raises his fists for Zaun but Silco can tell that he no longer has the appetite for the base violence for change. Silco watches as Vander spends more time at bars, more time smiling at random women who approach him and his nails dig deep into his palms. Mine , he thinks. Silco has never been a generous man.
It comes to a head when Felicia announces she’s pregnant. It must be early on as her scent hasn’t completely changed yet - there’s a slight sharpness but nothing identifiable as Connel’s at the moment. Vander, the big caring oaf he is, quickly swaps out her drinks and starts cooking one of her favorite meals - sumpfish with root veg - and ohhhhh from the conversation it’s obvious that Vander likes children, possibly even wants some of his own. The alpha instincts can’t stop rearing their head and Vander is even more overbearing than usual, fussing over Felicia like she’s never punched out Piltie enforcers on a regular basis. It’s been nonstop cooking and helping her over rocks and roughing up anyone who even sneers in her general direction since the announcement and this gives him an idea.
The thing is, Silco is an omega. Omegas are supposed to be nurturing kind dams, babies in their arms, sucking at their teats. Silco doesn’t think he’s much of one, too consumed by thoughts of changing the life of Zaunites to have had dreams of pups. But now he thinks - what if - what if he had had pups, what if he accidentally missed one of his heat suppressant and contraceptive pills before his next cycle and how to get Vander to somehow stumble upon him during the throes of his heat. They say a heat can really addle an Alpha’s mind, make them easier to manipulate. Silco’s here to test those limits.
If Vander and him had a baby, then it would be guaranteed that Vander would stay by his side. Silco loves Felicia like a sister, a dearest packmate, but when Vander is cooking and helping an increasingly gravid Felicia up the rickety stairs that criss-cross most of Zaun’s narrowest alleyways, he can’t help but feel increasingly left behind. He thinks maybe he does want to be in Felicia’s position, Vander’s attention, Vander’s care, Vander’s affection he wants so so bad and sure, he and Vander occasionally fuck to relieve stress but sex is casual in Zaun - Silco knows it’s his flaw but he always wants more.
He finds himself thinking about a cute little brown haired babe, with Vander’s nose and his face shape and he thinks about having a family with Vander and no more lonely nights returning home like his childhood was and he convinces himself - it could really be a series of coincidences/accidents that he’s orchestrated that might lead to the outcome that he’s hoping for.
And so he sets in mind a plan.
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Silco goes to The Last Drop like usual. Benzo, Felicia, Connel, and Vander are either partially or all there on rotating nights (to be fair he never really cares for either Connel or Benzo - Benzo is a loudmouth braggart who annoys him but Vander likes and Connel, well, is just attached to Felicia now so he’s really only there for Vander and Felicia). He works his day shift with Vander at the mines - it’s dangerous dirty work and he does catch the big oaf touching the small of his back occasionally as if to reassure himself after he crawls back out of yet another small tunnel where he’s placed an explosive. At night, they draw up plans to regain control of the bridge and Silco maps out different shipping ports that should rightfully be Zaun owned but due to some past treaties and nonsense history have fallen to the control of corrupt Pilties who man and extort heavily any trade that goes in and out of those ports. He knows that without control of those areas, Zaun is in a spiral financially. He talks Vander’s ear off about this late one night after a satisfying fuck session while curled up, sweaty and satisfied.
He’s supposed to take a pill to stave off his heats but he deliberately doesn’t try to seek out his usual smuggling contact. And so, he starts to notice little signs that herald his pre-heat.
He’s getting needy , Silco notes with disgust, and also greedy . All designations form pack bonds, but omegas will start the beginnings of a pairbond with an available partner, if in preheat. When Vander continues his small touches here and there, Silco’s been leaning into them, like a cat all curled up in the sun. They share a hideout area in the mines where they store a few things for work like jackets and pickaxes and sometimes when he’s alone, he finds himself unhooking Vander’s jacket and taking a deep whiff of his musky smokey scent. He slicks a bit and has to wait for it to dry a bit before he leaves (he’s well known enough by now that once people realize who he is they typically back the fuck off but sometimes some new sleazy buck will come on to him and it’s also something he wants his new world to change).
He feels a minute awareness of his alpha (not officially mated but still) at all times and he’s just now realizing how intertwined their lives are. His work and social life are such now that he barely goes anywhere without Vander and even though they live apart, most nights he finds himself either sleeping over at Vander’s or Vander occupying his nest.
Silco also finds himself being more possessive (greedy) - it’s illogical but every nice action for Felicia he mentally tallies and can’t help himself pulling Vander away more nights than not from the bar. They’re at a point where he can just make a look and Vander will redirect the existing conversation, make his own excuses, and they’ll leave together . Felicia has a knowing smirk on her face each time she sees this but Benzo always comments, the idiot.
“Jealous much Silco?”
“Don’t wear out his knot, he might want to use it in the future.”
“Wish I had an omega on tap like you, brother.”
And maybe worst of all - “When’s the wedding?” They’re not like that, Silco knows - Vander’s never declared for him at all since the time they’ve started fucking. And it’s almost a year. (He still wants to smack Benzo though).
In any case, his pre heat symptoms have been getting worse and worse and he’s surprised that no one has guessed that he might be in the throes of a full blown heat unsuppressed and raw very very soon. He can feel it, can guess that it’s definitely coming within the next week and starts sending Vander off to different places to report back on. Daily.
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Fuuuucckkk. Silco wakes up and knows, it’s started. He’s hot and feverish and sweaty and slicking and he reaches down to rub at his cockhead a bit with one hand and reaches around the back with his other and comes away wet. His heat smell permeates the air but he’s opened a window previously so the wind should be blowing the majority of the scent away from the door.
Where’s Vander , he thinks he hears himself whine as he throws off his sheets and works his fingers in and out, pushing them deeper with each thrust. He’s found his prostate and works his fingers against the spot, but it’s not quite enough even though he’s slicking on the level of the finest Zaun prostitutes. He’s sweaty and so horny and whyy did he ever think a heat spent unsuppressed was such a good idea and where the fuck is Vander and he keeps barely cumming just small little spurts each time and it’s really not enough and-
The door handle jiggles and Vander’s here, unlocking the door and talking at the same time. Head preoccupied with other thoughts.
“Silco, I took a look at the Piltover dock the other day and it definitely seems like - ooohhh Silco, you’re in heat, I should go -” Vander starts backing away holding his nose. No, no no no no -
“ Stay ,” Silco whines, “ please. ” He peels back the blanket and lets his legs fall open and Vander’s eyes grow wide and he starts to pant. The room already smells musky with his own arousal.
He knows what he looks like, his hole red, weeping - wet cunt ready to be filled. Vander’s never been good at restraint, his alpha instincts have always ridden him hard.
But still Vander is somehow thinking, his hand reaching towards the door - “we’ll need to send a telegram, notify the mine bosses -”
“Fuck the mine bosses and fuck me instead,” Silco growls out. He rotates himself and grabs the collar of Vander’s shirt, pulls him down and grabs his other hand to pet his hole. “Do you feel this, Vander? Feel how fucking wet I am -” he presses Vander’s fingers against himself - Vander can’t help himself and moves his fingers as well, presses in when Silco moves it close and he’s so wet that it just slips in, Vander’s stupid fat sausage fingers pressing deep and a slight keen escapes Silco.
“Fuck, your fingers always feel so good, fuck that’s the spot, keep going - ahhhhh –” Vander pumps his finger in and out and Silco comes, wet and panting.
“Fuck. Silco.” Vander’s eyes go wide, disbelieving, “Can’t believe you came that quick, so pretty when you come -”
“Stop. Fucking. Talking.” Silco pants out, reaching for Vander’s cock. He yanks at Vander’s pants, mutters about the stupid Zaunite fashion for lots and lots of buckles, and manages to finally undo Vander’s pants. He’s not gentle and Vander is a little swollen there already and when he pulls it out, Vander’s cock is fat and heavy and the tip winks with precum. He takes some of his slick and cum with one hand and dampens Vander’s cock, rubbing the hot tip of it a little harder than necessary just to squeeze a few more beads of cum out. He rotates them again, pushing on Vander’s waist so that he’s now positioned above Vander and he sinks down, hips stuttering on the swell of Vander’s cock.
He gets most of the way down even though it’s tight like always, and Vander’s breath hitches, when Silco reaches the knot at the base. He feels Vander’s cock pressing on his insides and he can’t help when more slick rushes out of him. The base is always the thickest even though Vander is already big and so he rocks back and forth a bit. He can feel himself stretched tight already, stuffed full but it’s not enough. He presses up on his knees and pushes up a bit, then slides back down on Vander’s pole - he does it again and again, and reaches down, trying to work himself open enough to hold Vander’s knot.
“Silco,” Vander is muttering over and over again as he pets down Silco’s sides with one hand, the other gripping hard onto the bed. Vander’s hips jerk a little each time Silco works himself down on him but he’s trying so hard to be careful of his own strength, letting Silco set the pace for the first knotting. It’s cute, Silco thinks, absentmindedly. He fucks down a little harder on the next stroke.
“Vander,” Silco’s voice breaks off a bit, “Need - need your help.” He feels stretched already, the skin of his hole gripping tight to Vander’s cock as he strokes up and down, but still not stretched enough to fit around the base. “Fuck me harder,” Silco commands and Vander reaches for his hips and on the next stroke, pulls down Silco harder and Silco feels himself finally slip all the way down, finally seated fully on Vander’s cock. He feels it in his throat, he thinks, so full of Vander he could burst. He starts to rock, lifting only partially off Vander’s knot but he’s finally stuck on it and it’s his hardwon prize that he’s keeping inside for as long as possible. He clenches around Vander’s cock -
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’d want to live forever on your cock, keep me stuffed up and full, always.” Silco’s babbling nonsense, he knows, but he doesn’t want to stop. He’s rocking and clenching his hole and Vander looks so good, sweaty and big and hot that Silco has to then lean down to lick a stripe up Vander’s broad chest. His scent is strongest at the crook of his neck and Silco hums a bit before mouthing at the gland.
“Fuck, Silco,” Vander shudders and it’s like he’s swelling even more and fuck finally, Silco thinks, Vander’s coming, hot and spurting and Silco’s really stuck on Vander’s knot now, no room to even move back and forth anymore and he’s coming again, slick slipping down Vander’s knot, leaking in a little pool beneath Vander’s thighs. Silco feels good like this, he lays his head down and plasters his body to Vander’s chest, smelling his smokey alpha musk. He runs his fingers through Vander’s chest hair. He looks up at Vander’s face, blissed out but coming down. Coming back to reality.
“I want you to help me with my heat.” Silco demands, a little sharply.
Vander nods, but Silco can see behind his trying-to-be-serious face that Vander is somehow very very amused.
“Wouldn’t have said no, Silco.” Vander pets down his hair and loosens Silco’s hair tie and sets it aside. “You know I wouldn’t have.”
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They take it slower sometimes, faster some others. His heat comes and goes in cycles. In between, Vander manages to roll off him and send a telegram to their bosses, telling them of their absence.
He’s in the throes of heat again now - Vander covering Silco’s body as he thrusts in and out.
“ Mhmmmm ,” sighs Silco, as Vander gives a particular hard thrust. He feels used, but still wanting, the rhythmic slap slap slap of skin on skin and the dizzying warmth keeping him in a pleasant haze. Vander must have come in Silco a few times already now - he can feel, with each thrust, some of Vander’s cum leaking out of him, his hole too stuffed full of cum to hold it all. Vander leans down and presses kisses to the side of his ear, his nose, and down to his neck where his scent is strongest. He scents Silco, breathing in and out steadily as he continues his steady pace. Silco tucks his face into Vander’s neck as well and they both stay there, breathing each other in.
In. Out. In. and Out. and then “ Unhhhhhhhhhh ,” Vander lets out a moan and sinks deeply fully into Silco and his cock jerks and pulses as he knots and comes. Silco feels the ropes of cum pulse out of Vander with each jerk of his cock and he pulses in time with Vander, milking his cock for all his worth, his legs hitched around the back of Vander’s legs holding him close.
They lay there for a bit just breathing in each other's scents, the cacophony of the streets a dull background chatter through the thin walls of his apartment. His neck is a bit raw and he can see on Vander, a bit of purpling. Silco hums, feeling satisfied, and Vander’s cock jerks again, showering his insides with another glut of cum.
“Silco,” Vander starts, abruptly shifting a bit.
“Yes?” Silco drawls.
“I think we forgot birth control.”
“Oh no, I guess it’s too late now.” says Silco, dryly, and squeezes around Vander’s cock for good measure.
“ Fuckkkk .” Vander comes again, helplessly. “Wait - fuck - Silco - does this mean -”
Silco leans up to Vander’s ears. He whispers, softly and slyly - “Yes, Vander,” he purrs, “it does mean that I want you to put a baby into me. Knock me up, make me fat with your seed. Look at how I’m dripping, I want to give you twins, no triplets - you can breed me again and again and everyone will know that I’m pregnant with your children -” He’s rubbing the hot knot of Vander, right where they’re joined together and Vander’s eyes are turning red red red with alpha want and he continues - “and people will talk that I’m nothing more than your bred bitch, pups sucking at my teats, your come always dripping out of me and every day I’ll reek of you and between that and the fat cannonball of my belly, everyone will know it was you Vander who knocked me up.” Silco then squeezes and Vander lurches forward, helplessly as he comes again and come starts to leak out again from Silco’s hole around Vander’s knot, stuffed as he is inside of Silco. Silco takes his fingers right out from where they’re joined and looks Vander right in the eye as he licks the cum off his fingers one by one.
“You absolute little shit,” Vander groans. “Janna help me. You’re lucky I lo - like you so much. But this doesn’t mean we aren’t talking about this later on, when you’re done having this heat.” he grumps.
And Silco laughs. He’s delirious, heat-drunk, and the happiest he’s been in a long while.
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After that, there’s no mention of safety or of birth control. In fact, it’s like all the guardrails are off instead. There’s only the wet hot haze of heat and the pheromone feedback loop. Vander doesn’t even try to escape the pull of Silco’s heat smell, content to be used and use Silco. Day turns into night and back into day and every surface Silco has in his small apartment, they’ve fucked on. His desk where he writes his thoughts and letters of Zaunite independence is dripping with their combined bodily fluids. They’ve banged multiple times on his bed, sheets soaked through and needing to be replaced. They’ve fucked against the door, the walls until his neighbors have knocked and hollered to “keep it down.”
Vander’s fucking into him in a brutal pace now against the walls of his apartment. He’s lifting him up and down on his cock like Silco weighs absolutely nothing, just a fleshhole for Vander’s pleasure. Silco feels raw inside, he’s a cocksleeve dripping with slick and cum. Vander’s hitting all of his good spots and Silco is just wordless with pleasure. He presses a hand to his stomach and it feels a little bloated and Vander notices and brings one of his giant hands up to cup his stomach as he continues thrusting in and out. Silco’s back against the wall and his legs are spread out, dangling. He would feel embarrassed but he’s much too horny to even care at the moment.
Vander comes, swells big and stuffs his knot in and Silco’s hole, wet as it is right now, just swallows it up like the hungry maw it is.
“Unnhhhh,” groans Vander and Silco’s hole showers him with slick as he comes as well.
They stay like that for a while, Silco in Vander’s lap. Silco pets Vander’s hair a bit and leans against Vander’s chest, dazed and dozing. He has the vague sensation of being carried to the shower and a slight rinse of their bodies, Vander murmuring into his hair, a warm shower and soap.
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It continues on like this. Vander remembers to go look in the pantry and raises his eyebrows when he notices that the pantry has already been stocked with enough water and rations to last for a week for the both of them. Regular Silco doesn’t love eating at the best of times, and heat-addled Silco might actually be worse but Vander manages to convince Silco of the benefits (with some blackmail and pouting).
It’s the last day of Silco’s heat, and he’s starting to wind down a bit. They fall asleep at different times, Vander sometimes too tired to wait for the knot to deflate to pull out. Sometimes, when Silco feels Vander’s knot loosen and start to slip out, he takes it upon himself to coax it back up again. Vander wakes one time to Silco’s mouth, wet and sucking on his cock, stuffed as deep far into his throat as Silco can manage it. Another time, Vander wakes to Silco already riding his once again stiffened cock again, riding his lap like a champion horse rider.
Silco still takes and takes and it’s like he’s been in a desert, dying of thirst and the only way to cure it is another helping of Vander’s come, deep in his cunny. He rides Vander to completion, he takes Vander’s wild thrusts, but he whispers again and again to Vander that he wants him to come inside, fill him up, make him a dam. And Vander crushes Silco against him and whispers back, he wants to make Silco a dam, he wants to fill him up so bad, he wants Silco to suffer the indignities of being pregnant and his hips spreading wide and his nipples swelling with milk and everyone seeing him fat and gravid.
It’s been a blur of semen and fucking and wet hot bliss for the past few days and it finally ends. One final fuck, and Silco is lying on his dry-ish second set of sheets and sleeping. Vander withdraws from Silco’s hole, reddened and raw and leaking an ungodly amount of fluids. The heat pheromones have died down and Silco’s forehead feels much cooler to the touch. He takes a washcloth and wets it, and wipes down Silco’s sweat soaked body, then goes to take a shower. He can smell the slight hint of his scent intertwined with Silco’s. His own cock feels rubbed raw and painful but the leftover scent of his omega in heat means that it tries to valiantly perk up now and then.
He cleans and airs out the apartment and does a round of laundry and preps some actual food, a simple porridge to settle the stomach. When Silco wakes finally, all groggy and tousled but clear eyed even if a little squinty, he has a meal set in front of Silco, utensils to the right and a glass of water to the left.
“So.” Vander starts and sees his Silco flush a little as he sits up on the bed and crosses his legs, spreading the flat sheet across his lap. Silco starts -
“I was not in control of myself -” Vander grins like a shark and cuts Silco off, “Silco, please.” He waves his hand at the still more full than normal pantry. “I’m not always that smart, but I’m not that dumb.” He nudges the porridge closer to Silco and Silco takes it, dipping the spoon and blowing twice on the steam before taking a swallow. He coughs.
“I suppose there might have been a plan.” Silco’s voice is steady but the blush on the sides of his face is giving him away. “I had stopped taking my suppressants. There weren’t really all those sites to be investigated and reported on. I really do want a baby.” And his fingers drift down unconsciously.
“Eat more.” Vander nudges. “You could have just asked, you know.” And oh, how Silco’s eyes go wide and blinking at that makes Vander let out a bark of laughter.
“Ah.”
“But you had to be sure, right Silco?” Vander continues, handing Silco the glass of water as well. Vander can’t help but smile, the corners of his eyes scrunching up. Silco’s a bit of a bastard, but that’s always what Vander’s liked about him.
“I don’t know if you know this but I don’t have eyes for anyone else except you.” Vander reaches over and pulls Silco into his arms and Silco turns his head over a bit to just simply breathe in and out, setting down the porridge.
“I couldn’t find the words, but I’ve been meaning to ask you if you’d let me bite you. We’d be official.” And Silco’s fingering the collar of Vander’s shirt, tapping tapping tapping, fingers like he’s thinking it over, just playing, just to make Vander doubt, he knows. But then he nuzzles right up Vander’s neck and pulls him down, other hand clutching at the back of Vander’s neck.
“Consider this a yes. After all, we might even be having a pup together.” Silco drawls out, like he hadn’t just set up a plan to baby trap Vander, and sinks his teeth into Vander’s mating gland. Vander grins, thinks “ fucking finally ” to himself, then pulls Silco close to return the favor.
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Epilogue
It’s several months later and they’re hanging out at the Last Drop again. Vander, Felicia, Connel, Benzo, and them, sitting at the bar as usual, after closing time when Vander’s supposed to close up. Silco strokes his distended stomach. He’s pregnant, and it’s now him who Vander helps get around the narrow alleyways of Zaun, and it’s him who Vander cooks for now and it’s his bite proudly on Vander’s neck and Vander’s on his.
Vander taps the small of his back as he ushers Silco towards the bar, a round of drinks for everyone, but a small water for him.
“So, Silco,” Benzo starts, “looking ready to pop eh? When’s round two coming?”
“Well seeing as I don’t plan on getting off of Vander’s knot anytime soon, could be as soon as next year.” He tips his glass (of water ugh ) to that and Benzo pretends to retch a bit.
Vander, the bear, leans up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him into his lap, and kisses the side of his face. Silco doesn’t mind. He’s flaunting Vander’s mark, and his pup, why not Vander himself as well?
They shoot the shit with the others and Felicia and Connel’s brought their babe with them. Felicia only had the babe a month ago and it’s a small mewling pink thing with a shock of pink hair. She’s made them honorary godfathers, just like she had teased, putting them “on the hook”. Violet, the little one, is fast asleep, cradled in a sling on Connel’s front, and Silco feels a surge of maternal affection for the pup, hair smelling of sweetmilk and powder. He didn’t think he would be this excited, but he can’t wait until his pup is here. He thinks of the milestones that he’d be able to give the pup. He dreams of a better childhood for his pup than he has and that includes warmth, safety, and satiation - and a better Zaun.
To that end, Silco pulls out his notebook, just like usual. He hums, pulling his pen down from out his ear. He checks some of his list off and it’s been a good week, a good month even. He excitedly chats about the new trade agreements he’s managed to maneuver into place this week, bringing more maternal health aids and supplies to Zaun at a lower rate without the normal tariffs imposed on the goods. They’ve also started navigating a cultural exchange program and the promenade and entresol levels have never been more safe and filled with more crossings of Zaunites and Pilties. They’ve found that minerals in the soil mean that certain rare agricultural delicacies can flourish here in Zaun and Piltites have actually lent their help in cleaning the air to help those plants flourish along. Silco’s is deep into the numbers of his latest industrial output when Vander swoops down and kisses him on his brow.
Felicia and Connel laugh at the scrunkly face he’s making and then bounce their babe, to which the babe then proceeds to wake up and let an ear splitting wail that makes Felicia cover her ears in mock shock and Connel to start packing up, putting away some of the dishes into the cleaning machine. They say their goodbyes and it’s just Benzo and them to which Benzo scoffs and mentions that he’s also got shopkeeping to do as he pointedly stares at Vander’s hands rubbing around Silco’s waist, dipping a little indecently around his hips.
And then it is just them two, heading home to their new shared apartment. Not the newest and with some questionable construction, but it’s up on one of the upper levels, where they can see some stars in a small square not yet blocked by buildings. As they enter their shared home, hanging up their jackets, Silco tucking his inside Vander’s, Vander asks quietly - “Are you serious about having more kids?”
“Honestly,” Silco mediates, “I was just messing with Benzo. Let’s just take this one at a time.”
“You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to more, though.” Vander’s taken to making more direct proclamations, lately, as if he could get ahead of whatever Silco might be thinking.
“Hmm…” Silco hums and slips his hand down Vander’s pants, which makes Vander squawk. He smiles as he rubs Vander’s cockhead and goes down to his knees.
“You know? Neither would I.” And he swallows Vander’s cock down whole.