Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Dax Harwood/Cash Wheeler
Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha4Alpha, Breeding, Pregnancy Talk
Summary: They're life partners. And maybe someday, they could be something more.
Original Date Of Publication: September 28, 2023
Notes: An AEW Kinkmeme prompt fill.
QUICK RUNDOWN OF HOW MY OMEGAVERSE WORKS: everyone has penis and vag, can impregnate and get pregnant but only during rut/heat respectively, "alpha" and "omega" just indicates whether they mostly have heats or ruts, and it's possible to shift from one to the other.
Dax doesn't get aggressive. He doesn't even get much more assertive. He doesn't get territorial, or bitey, or any of those quintessential alpha urges during rut. All of his points got dumped into babymaking. He's a funny kind of alpha like that. It's convenient, then, that Cash is too. He might be even worse.
Cash is a perfectly well-rounded alpha. It's just that his kinks run perpendicular to what instinct tells him to do. He loves the way his primal rut-brain protests and pulls at him when he gets on his knees and presents for Dax. It feels like watching a scary movie, and forcing himself not to close his eyes. A thrill of wrongness that twists and tingles in his stomach. He shudders involuntarily as Dax takes the invitation and sidles up behind him. Cash wants to bite. Cash wants to fight and wrestle Dax into submission, the hormones in his blood command him, but he resists and pushes his chest all the way down to the mattress instead. He squirms as Dax pries him open and takes a deep whiff of his cunt.
"Oh, darlin', you smell so ripe for me," he breathes.
He licks over his opening, presses kisses to his lips, trailing down to the swollen base of his cock. He pulls it back between Cash's thighs to suck on the head for a moment before releasing it again and returning his attention to his pussy. As much as he talks and teases, rut tightens Cash up beyond compare. An alpha isn't supposed to be bred, after all. Cash's body resists him even as he moans and pushes back on Dax's tongue. It takes work to get the muscles to relax and get him nice and wet.
"Taste good too. C'mon 'n open up for me, baby."
He pushes a couple fingers in, coated in lube, and the hairs on the back of Cash's neck stand up. Dax kisses his tailbone, soft and tender.
"That's it. Talk to me, tell me what you want."
If Dax were more aggressive, a more traditional alpha, this wouldn't work. Cash has tried. He's tried with Dax. When another alpha throws his weight around, Cash fights right back, automatically, and it gets ugly. He has to be kept right on the edge, sweet-talked into submitting.
"Mm. I want you to fuck me. Want your knot in me."
Dax adds another finger and nips at his ass with a playful little growl.
"Is that all? Nothin' else?"
Cash flashes a smile over his shoulder.
"You need me to tell you to breed me, baby?"
"No." Dax returns a grin. He drapes himself over his mate's back, rubbing the weeping head of his cock up and down his slit. Mixing his pre with Cash's slick. Cash shivers under him. His hands ball into fists in anticipation. Dax chuckles and kisses the nape of his neck. "I just like hearin' how much my omega wants it."
Oh, an intense competitive urge flares in Cash at that. It's immediately quelled, though, by Dax finally sinking his cock into him. Ending any struggle by claiming him. He could be a real menace of an alpha if he wanted, stealing mates left and right with this little sneak attack. Other alphas wouldn't even know they're being challenged until they lost. Even knowing exactly how it works, it gets Cash every single time, and the payoff is everything he loves about him. Now that he doesn't need to fight anymore, he can really take in the solid body plastered to his back, the hands roving over his body, the scrape and tickle of Dax's mustache behind his ear. He rolls them onto their sides so that Cash doesn't have to hold up his weight, and he can lazily fuck him from behind while getting lost in his world, too.
"Gonna knock you up 'n make you mine, fuck-- I wanna see you with my baby in you," he rambles. He gropes at Cash's chest, kneading his firm pecs. Pinching and pulling at his nipples until they're hard and erect.
"You're gonna look so fuckin' good with your tits big 'n fat 'n leakin' milk..."
"Yeah?" Cash gasps. "You wanna suck on 'em?"
"Yeah, I do."
Dax answers so quickly and earnestly, panting in his ear, it makes him laugh. He's so sweet and sappy, god, he loves him to death. With anybody else, it'd just be a sex fantasy, something he'd only entertain in the heat of the moment with his hormones running wild and a firm hand squeezing and massaging his knot. Ever since he and Dax started fucking, since they started loving, it's been different. The beginning is the same, the little pins-and-needles tingle in his hindbrain scolding Cash for submitting. But when he's coaxed further and further down, it starts to feel natural. Dax's warm, wide palm belongs on his stomach, rubbing slow circles and helping to paint a picture in his head. Pinked up, belly huge and round, Dax still fucking him like he might get a head start on the next kid. And the thought of that makes him so goddamn wet all of a sudden, makes him shudder and moan, and he swears he can feel his muscles fully relax all at once.
"You want it so bad, don't you, babe? Look at you, loosening up so nice for me--"
Dax lifts Cash's leg and thrusts into him a little harder, and this time his burgeoning knot slips inside with no resistance at all.
"-- Like a real omega. Mine."
He noses at Cash's neck, where his scent gland is. Cash tilts his head to give him easier access. Maybe Dax is the weirder one of them after all. He huffs his distinctly alpha pheromones, an alpha more "traditionally" dominant than himself, and it spurs him on even more. His pace picks up, Cash palms the back of his bald head and holds him against his neck until he finally gets the hint and bites down, and warm, happy, syrupy endorphins spread through Cash's body like a cracked glowstick. He feels like he's glowing, radiating heat all over, hypersensitive to every little breeze between his and Dax's sweaty bodies, between thrusts.
"Yeah, I'm all yours," Cash grunts, and he means it. He doesn't just want the fantasy, he wants everything that comes with it, with Dax. Only with Dax.
"C'mon, come in me, baby, knot me good 'n tight so it takes."
Dax whines into the back of his neck, clinching both arms around his waist. He has the presence to grope for Cash's dick and sloppily jerk him off, but his breeding brain is front and center.
"Yeah, yeah-- God, 'm gonna pump you so full, we're gonna have a whole litter, like puppies--"
Later, Dax will deny the more outlandish parts of his fantasies that slip out in the heat of the moment, but now, it all just tumbles freely from his lips. His knot swells up and locks in Cash's cunt, he groans deep in his chest, and he clutches at his thigh to pull him impossibly closer. His own hips give little twitches and bumps as he floods him with his seed, liquid heat filling Cash and pulling him over the edge as well. His inner walls contract with his orgasm and milk every last drop of cum from Dax's cock as he spills his load over his fingers, into a little puddle on the bed. And then it's all quiet. Just the sound of their breaths, and Dax's thudding heartbeat against Cash's back. The hot, synchronized throbbing where they're tied together.
Carefully, Dax puts Cash's leg back down, and they slot together like puzzle pieces. He rubs his furry belly again, and Cash chuckles.
"A whole litter, huh? How's that gonna work if I only have one tit, and you're hangin' off the other?"
"Oh, shut up." Dax headbutts his shoulder, and he can feel how flushed-red his face is. "We'd make it work, I bet I could feed two."
"That'll be the day. An alpha breastfeeding? What's the world coming to? Hey, HEY! come on, you're pulling!"
It takes come careful maneuvering, some swearing, and a little discomfort, but eventually Dax gets Cash turned around on his knot and sitting in his lap so they can face each other. There's a nervous, uncertain look on his face that tugs on Cash's heartstrings. Cash knows what he's about to say before he gets through his false starts and actually gets it out.
"Would you seriously ever want to raise a couple kids with me?"
And he knows what his answer is, too. He's known for a long time.
"There's nobody else I'd ever want to start a family with."
"It's the rest of your life-- the rest of our lives."
Cash butts their foreheads together.
"I know. And I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. There's nobody else in the world I'd shift for."
Dax grins, giddy and contagious.
"You would?"
"Yeah. But I wanna do it naturally, I don't want hormone shots or any of that shit. I want you to make me your omega."
Cash feels Dax's cock twitch inside him. His knot had shrunk a bit, but he's already hardening again. Cash grinds down on it with a smirk.
"Wanna get started on that? No time like the present."
Dax growls and tackles him down to the bed, burying his face in the crook of his omega-to-be's neck.
"Thought you'd never ask."
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