Just The Way We Are

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Danhausen/Hook

Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Heat Cycles, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Scent Marking, Omega4Omega, A/B/O Alignment Shift

Summary: Danhausen is an omega. Hook needs people to believe he's an alpha. They run into a bump when Hook unexpectedly starts showing signs of heat at work, before he's due... And make an interesting discovery.

Original Date Of Publication: April 5th, 2024

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.


Danhausen knows as soon as they pass each other in the hall. Or half-pass, as Danhausen grabs the sleeve of Hook's hoodie and stops him. He's already starting to sweat in there, and while Danhausen's sense of smell is particularly powerful, the strength of Hook's scent is on the verge of becoming dangerous.

"Hook is unwell," he hisses. "Hook should not be here."

Danhausen cannot protect Hook, he doesn't say, because they are in public, among coworkers. He doesn't want to imply those things against them, but there would be chaos if it was discovered that they are both omegas. Danhausen doesn't mind much who knows his status, but Hook's classic alpha machismo image is very important to him.

"I'm fine. I can get through my match."

Hook tries to shrug Danhausen off, but he isn't so sure. He's only in the early stages of heat, but skin-to-skin contact with an alpha right now, without suppressants, is dangerous. Chances are, the grappling and struggling for domination will speed up the process. If nothing else, he needs to mask his scent. Danhausen chews on his lip. It's risky to do this here.

"Come with Danhausen."

Hook nods and follows, doesn't give him any trouble. That may be another bad sign, being so quick to obey, or it could just be trust. It's hard to be sure, and better to err on the side of caution and take care of him as soon as possible. They make their way to a deserted area, to storage room cleared of chairs for tonight. A subtle flick unlocks the door for Danhausen, and it locks again behind them.

Despite his protests, Hook is all too eager to get out of his hoodie, with nothing underneath between the fuzzy wet fabric and his skin. They need to be skin-to-skin. Danhausen's coat and cut up band shirt take a bit more time, enough for Hook to start getting impatient. And he thought it would be a good idea to wrestle like this. He radiates heat-- heat-heat-- when Danhausen finally opens his arms to let Hook cling to him.

And this is part of how he's stayed stealth. Even going into heat, Hook easily takes control and dominates, backing Danhausen up with his teeth scraping and gnawing at his neck. There are a few crates and rolls of padding left in the storage room, and this is where Hook pins him. His hands find their way down the front of Danhausen's jeans and his fingers find his cunt soft and already wet for him.

"Mmgh, Hook... Hurry, please."

It's not just about Hook making it onstage on time anymore. His smoke-and-cinnamon smell fills Danhausen's nose and clouds his head, triggering his body to respond in kind. His own thick, humid, petrichor scented pheromones blanket and mask Hook's, the more he pushes him around and exerts his will over him. Better for everyone to smell a known omega's scent all over Hook, than to suddenly notice a misplaced honey sweetness of submission hanging around a presumed alpha.

To this end, Danhausen feeds Hook's dominance even more, bending over a storage crate and arching his back in a courting display. Hook glues himself to Danhausen. His arms wind and squeeze around Danhausen's waist, like he intends to suplex him on his head. The similarity makes Danhausen giggle, prompting Hook to growl and bite at his shoulder. Ah, there he goes. His cock slides home, and they exhale together.

"Yessss...! Ah, good..."

"Fuck, D..."

It's like he forgets how good Danhausen feels and rediscovers him every time. And not for lack of experience. Before Danhausen, he'd slept with plenty of alphas and omegas alike. But after their first time together, that all stopped. There's just no one else, no other pussy he wants squeezing around him, no other rich soil and leaf litter perfume he wants rubbed into his skin. No one else he wants to breed. Fire sparks in his chest at the thought. He digs his fingers into Danhausen's hips and pulls them back hard against his own. His cock throbs, aches, feels-- he feels different.

When Hook comes, it takes him by surprise. It's intense and thunderous, and his teeth break through Danhausen's skin before he can stop himself. He's never done that before. For Danhausen, it's quite familiar. There's a telltale sharpness that spikes Hook's scent in the moment, as he releases as deep inside Danhausen as he can go, and his cock begins to swell. And as delighted as Danhausen is to share the experience of Hook's first knot, they can't afford to be tied together for ten minutes. He twists his hips and dislodges Hook before he gets too big, prompting a disappointed whine from him.

"Danhausen... Was wrong..." He pants. "Hook is not in danger, because he is not entering heat. He is entering rut."

Hook stares, dumbfounded, at Danhausen, then looks down at himself, and still insists: "That's not possible."

Even with a knot the size of his fist and a steady dribble of cum puddling between his feet. Danhausen scoffs.

"It is uncommon. But Hook does uncommon things all the time!"

"Yeah, but not-- I'm an omega, I don't rut."

"Yet that is exactly what Hook just did to Danhausen."

A tense silence hangs between them. Danhausen taps Hooks knee with his foot.

"This is good news, yes? Perhaps Hook is a beta. Hook may even be shifting and becoming an alpha!"

"But I don't want to!"

Danhausen flinches. Hook rarely raises his voice. Certainly not against him. His fists are clenched at his sides. Even with his jaw likewise clenched, his lower lip trembles.

"Hook..." Danhausen stands and takes Hook's hands in his own.

"I like us the way we are," Hook starts. "The way we're the same. I like that you want me in control, not that I have to be because I'm an alpha and you're an omega."

"Is that what Hook thinks?"

Danhausen's voice has grown dark around the edges, though a playful smirk crosses his face. His grip tightens. In a flash, he's flipped their positions, pinning Hook on his back and slotting himself between his long legs. Hook stares up, wide-eyed.

"Danhausen is not so helpless, you see. If Hook needs to be reminded, he can always ask."

Hook swallows audibly. His thighs squeeze around Danhausen's waist.

"Show me."

Danhausen seals their lips to drink down Hook's moans as he rolls his hips and enters him. That's all the confirmation he needs that this is truly rut, and not heat. Instead of being sloppy and inviting, Hook is tense and tight, difficult to penetrate. Once Danhausen is buried to the hilt, though, Hook won't let him go. He clings, again, with his arms and legs. Pressing as close as possible, chest to chest. Heart to heart. There's barely enough space for Danhausen to get a hand between them and squeeze Hook's knot while he fucks him.

"This... Changes nothing."

He speaks straight into Hook's panting mouth, so there's no way for him to miss it.

"Whatever Hook is, he belongs to Danhausen, and Danhausen belongs to Hook."

Danhausen marks him, inside and out. His teeth leave an imprint mirroring the one on his own shoulder. He fills his spasming pussy while Hook manages a few final spurts over his stomach. Hook sighs heavily as his knot begins to shrink back down, a pins-and-needles feeling causing him to squirm until Danhausen releases his grip. He pulls Danhausen down for another kiss.

"M'yours," he murmurs.

"Yes. Is Hook feeling better now?"

Hook stretches a little. His back is a bit sore from being laid down on a hard crate, but it's not too bad. His head's clearer than it was before, his hunger sated. Mostly. Danhausen always smells enticing to him, sweet in the same way as warm plant compost. There's an extra edge to it now, though. Something he wasn't aware of before. And already, he wants again. He smiles mischievously, and Danhausen returns it, reading his mind.

"No, it wouldn't be fair for such a big, strong, aggressive alpha to wrestle while in rut," Danhausen croons.

Hook snickers.

"Hook would destroy his opponent! Even more than usual! No, Hook should go back to his nice hotel room, for safety. Danhausen will inform Tony Elite... And then come join Hook to ride out his very exciting first rut."

"Can't argue with that."

They share a few more moments of cuddling and kissing, before finally cleaning up and getting dressed again. Wearing each other's scents under their clothes, so thoroughly blended that they may as well be the same. As they re-enter the civilized world, they pass Isaiah Kassidy. He lifts his head and visibly sniffs the air as soon as he turns the corner. He looks the two of them up and down. On his way past, he shrugs and offers Hook a fistbump.

"See?" Danhausen chuckles. "Nothing has changed."


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