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skugge · 1 year ago

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The A/B/O AU

Word Count: 4k Rating: E Content: Masturbation, Fingering, Mating knot, Vaginal penetration, Angst, Pining, Established Relationship, Rutting, Marking, Biting They use to lay together as boys. Back when life was peaceful and the summers were long. Hand held in hand, and tail around tail, they were together. Always.

His mother and father were both betas. He knew this, but he didn't understand what it meant. To children as carefree as them, it didn't mean anything. Why would it? After all Airoch would be a beta when he grew up. He wasn't anything special. Tiernan on the other hand. Radiating sunlight through his smile. Oh he was special. He was special and he would be an alpha.

He didn't know what these words all meant. But of these things he was sure.

And together they slept. Until they didn't.

It was when they were left alone. His parents long since gone, and their horns, oh their horns, painful and aching as they came in. That's when he started noticing Tiernan looking at him differently. And he, him.

But they were still together. And that's all that mattered. That's all that would ever matter. As long as they could hold hands. As long as Airoch was still Air, and Tiernan was Tier, then everything would be alright.

Air grew, as boys did. And so did Tiernan. But where Airoch grew long and lanky, Tiernan grew strong and handsome. He exuded a strength, a brightness that was hard to look away from. He was the center of Airoch's world. And he knew in his heart. This is what an alpha was like.

No one could tell them, no one wanted to tell them, the orphaned children who grew horns, what had happened to their bodies. What had happened to make them look at each other differently. Why Airoch was suddenly… shy. Around his best and only friend. Or why when Tiernan took his hands in his own and kissed his cheeks, and told him in hushed whispers, “You're beautiful.” why he blushed.

Part of growing up he reasoned. He still loved him, of course he did. But part of growing up meant to let go of childhood fantasies - like them staying together. After all, an alpha was supposed to find a mate and be with them. And Airoch? Was nothing special.

That’s why he insisted on sleeping apart. Even though his heart yearned to be close. Even though every part of his soul cried out in pain when they were apart. Because Tier wasn’t *his* and never would be.

Especially when his charming and charismatic friend. His love. Pulled in swarms of people, all fighting for a spot to hear his voice. To watch him perform. He was beautiful. Enchanting. The sun when darkness fell over the lands.

And Airoch simply… Tattooed. Quietly. Knowing his fantasy of them together forever was soon to be shattered.

Skugge.

*Skugge* they eventually started calling him. *Shadow.*

“My Shadow. My love.” Tier would call him, and each time it would break just a little more. Every time they kissed, every time they touched, Skugge felt like he was going to burst into tears. This wasn’t his. These kisses weren’t his to take. But Tiernan gave them freely anyway.

Skugge tried to take solace in the here and now. Tried to appreciate the time he had left with his beloved, before someone caught his eye and he’d leave him forever. And someone *would* catch his eye. It was summer time. And many travelers were passing through their village now that the ice had thawed and the snow had melted into sopping puddles of mud.

And now that it was summer, the summer festivals would start. Skal! He’d hear from the long house from their small home. He’d watch from the window as little girls chased each other with crowns of flowers on their head and dresses so white it blinded. All excited and getting ready for the Midsommar festival.

And with Midsommar, came the rites of fertility. Betas would pair off with their sweethearts or find new mates all together under the light of bonfires. Alphas of course, had their pick of the pack, all wanted to be mated by them. To have the prestige of having an alpha at their side.

Forever.

Skugge’s heart sank at the thought, and his hands almost slipped. Almost marked his client with a line unwanted. She wanted to look her best in battle and for the festival. And he would provide it for her.

It was strange that despite being the outcasts of the village, they were tolerated because Tiernan was an alpha. And alphas were rare.

She prattled on and on about her sweetheart. Another girl she had met during their younger years. She said they were childhood friends, and that they had practiced kissing once together and knew from then on they’d be together. She giggled when she said she’d catch her crown from the river, and that together they would jump the fire.

Both of them betas. Skugge listened quietly to her as he worked and couldn’t help but consider how much her story paralleled his own. Except her partner wasn’t an alpha. Her partner wasn’t expected to take a partner at all.

“Done.” He said roughly. He didn’t want to hear anymore. He wanted to sulk in private. No. Not sulk. Mourn. He wanted to Mourn the coming loss.

They were both adults now. Their horns had finished growing and they were - Tiernan’s were beautiful. His were - he had a broken horn. An odd number of intact ones. He was imperfect.

He remembered when it had broken and Tiernan packed it with snow, trying to ease the ache and sharp pain from its loss. How he held him close and cradled him to sleep when the pain got to be too much. They were boys then.

The aches had long since faded to memory.

And now they were both expected to take mates.

Skugge would refuse. He would stay a recluse. He would take no mate. No one was better than his Tiernan. But…

Tiernan wasn’t his.

And as soon as he understood that, they happier they’d both be. Tiernan would be. Skugge was ready to suffer in silence for the one he loved so dearly.

“Skugge.” Tiernan said coming through the door, arms laiden with flowers. Smile bright on his face. Like the sun. Like the warmth of summer. Brilliant. Beautiful. Inviting. Skugge didn’t smile back. His veil making sure his expression was hard to read to anyone. Anyone but Tiernan. Always anyone but Tiernan.

His smile faltered and almost at once he dropped his basket of flowers. They spilled onto the floor, forgotten as he cupped the other’s face. Kissed his forehead. Held him close. A tear almost slipped from Skugge’s eye when he closed them. He hadn’t thought his vision was that blurred when he hugged him back and buried his face into his shoulder. Their horns knocking together, making the angle just a bit awkward. But they had been practicing since boyhood.

“What’s the matter my love?” Tiernan asked softly.

“Mh…” Skugge didn’t trust his voice. The quaiver in his throat.

“Tell me. I’ll fix it.”

“Nh.” “It’s alright I promise it will be. Did your customer not pay? I’ll make her pay. I’ll make her miserabl-” “Paid.” Skugge grunted and wiggled himself free from Tiernan’s arms. As much as he wanted to stay within them and just inhale his scent.

“Did she say something?” Tiernan’s hackles were already raised. Ready to fight. Ready to defend. He’d make a wonderful mate to someone. But not Skugge. He deserved only the best.

“No.” He didn’t want to talk about it, so he nodded over to the flowers instead. “What are those for?”

“Wh-oh. Ah shit…” He grumbled as he piled his fallen flowers back into their basket. “I wanted to make flower crowns with you. You know. For Midsommar.” The smile was back on his face. Bright as ever.

Skugge’s heart stuttered in his chest, but he tried to remain stoic. He must have found a beta who caught his eye. Although alphas didn’t typically wear flower crowns. But that’s what made Tiernan special. He wasn’t like the other alphas. He had no grand designs to rule the village, or become Jarl. Not that Skugge knew. He was just… Tiernan. Sweet, beautiful Tiernan. With his pale eyes and long hair.

Skugge swallowed hard and nodded. Even though it made his chest ache. “Okay.” He said and moved his tools away. There was no need for them when it came to flowers.

Tiernan sat close, their knees knocking together as they worked. Each and every time Skugge tried to suppress a shiver. He wasn’t immune to the scent of an alpha. So strong. So close. No one would be able to. But they kept on their task of weaving together flowers and leaves. Small berries that would last for all the days of the celebration.

Tiernan put his on Skugge’s head when he was done. Smiling like the sun. Skugge looked at him and swallowed.

Later that night he put seven flowers under his pillow. He hoped the visions he would see were that of Tiernan. But he doubted it. It had never worked before.

In the days that passed the celebration of Midsommar began. The young lovers would squeal with delight and the older couples held each other close, heads bowed together.

Everyone was happy. Everyone but Skugge.

As he watched from the shade of trees Tiernan play well into the night. Fires lit behind him. It made his skin glow. Like he was fire itself come to life. Skugge sipped at his mead. Alone. Forgotten among the crowd.

That was alright with him. He didn’t like people anyways. If it had been any other night, he would have joined Tiernan over there by the fires, and conjured little creatures to dance along with his voice. But tonight he felt…

He couldn’t even look at Tiernan without blushing deeply, tail thrashing. He blamed the mead, but he didn’t stop drinking. At least not until…

He felt hot. It was summer, of course he would feel the heat of the skies bearing down on him, but it felt… different. And from across the crowd, he could feel eyes on him. Tiernan’s eyes. He swallowed.

Something inside him told him to run. To flee. That a predator was watching him and that he was in danger. But there was no one in the dark whos eyes were upon him but Tiernan. And Tiernan wasn’t some beast of the woods used to frighten children. At least not anymore.

But the fear, the anxiety overtook Skugge. He took off the crown Tiernan insisted he wore, and dropped it to the ground. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He couldn’t stand the thought of Tiernan wearing someone else’s crown. Kissing them so gently like he would with him. Kissing turning to more, and going to their home to. To… To mate…

He bit his lip. He didn’t feel good anyways. He felt… Weird. Knowing Tiernan was watching him from across the crowd. Across the clearing where they held their bonfire celebration. But that was silly. How could he see with the fire in his vision. How could he see with the throngs of people dancing and eating and milling about. How could he see *him* when all eyes were on him? He left the celebration early.

And headed straight home. Home where he. He leaned against the door. He couldn’t stop imagining Tiernan. Tiernan holding someone else. Tiernan kissing someone else. Tiernan laying in someone else’s bed and waking with them the next morning. It should be him. *It should be him.*

The images came unbidden. Him. Him and Tiernan. And head flushed his face a dark violet crimson. He imagined Tiernan kissing him instead. Like they use to. But different. His tongue sliding into his mouth. Demanding to be let in. Taking what was his. He imagined Tiernan’s hands slowly trailing over his body, and Skugge found himself tracing those same lines where he imagined Tiernan’s hands to be.

A small gasp came to him when he touched over his chest and trailed down his stomach. He leaned his head back until his horn bumped against the wooden door, and trailed his hand lower, sliding into his soft linen pants. He imagined Tiernan touching him there. His mouth and breath, hot against his skin.

He whined when he slid a finger inside of himself and rocked his hips against the intrusion. He thanked the Stone Court for making his body easy to navigate. He imagined it was Tiernan pumping into him instead of his own fingers. Telling him how easy it was to enter him. Telling him how good it felt to be inside. Growling into his ear. His breath coming in short huffs. Skugge’s legs shook and his breath shuddered as he slumped against the door, but still he couldn’t seem to satisfy himself. Couldn’t get rid of the feeling of wanting. The *needing.* The great emptiness inside him that demanded to be filled.

“Gods.” He panted, looking around the dim interior of the dwelling. Candles were unlit, but the hearth still had warm embers inside. There was nothing. Nothing inside their home that he could have used to fuck himself with other than his own hands and he growled in frustrations. This endless want was maddening. Infuriating. He was going to die if he couldn’t be sated.

And that’s when he noticed. The scent of alpha, alpha, *alpha* coming from Tiernan’s bed. It smelled like him. It smelled like Tiernan. It smelled like solace. His fingers dug into the flesh of his thigh as he dragged his body towards the furs, and buried his face into his pillow.

Immediately he felt calmer. More able to think clearly.

He would have to spend the rest of the night and well into the day cleaning to get rid of his scent from Tiernan’s belongings. His beloved couldn’t, *couldn’t* know what he had done while he was out singing. Dancing. *Mating*.

He finally let slip a tear while he ground his hips against the end of his tail. It should have been him. It should *be* him. He lifted his hips into the air as dove in again. Fingers reaching deep inside him as his senses swam with the scent of *alpha*.

He was so engrossed in his own lusts that he didn’t notice the sounds from the clearing had changed. That there were steps, steady and strong headed towards their home. That the smell of an alpha. One alpha in particular got stronger, and stronger. Until…

The door creaked open.

“Skugge, are you -”

Time seemed to freeze as they both stared at each other.

“Shit…”

“Tiernan - I - I - I can explain!” He couldn’t. Not with a hand wrapped around a fully hardened cock. Not with him rutting against his tail like a maddened dog. “I… I can’t…. Help me…”

He couldn’t stop himself as he watched Tiernan. Watched as he swallowed, arms raised as if to reach out though he stood stock still. Save for his tail that swished about fiercely. “How… how can I help…?” He asked, his voice breaking on each word. Less of the shrill noises they made as children growing into adults, and more growls. Deep and hungry. A predator waiting, stalking its prey. Ready to strike.

Skugge’s breath stuttered in his throat. A sudden idea slotting into place - a solution to the puzzle. He needed to be *hunted. Marked. Claimed.* He lifted his hips and moved his tail away so Tiernan could have a better view of the slick entrance. Dripping onto the cold floor. “Please.” He begged, his head bent at an uncomfortable angle to watch Tiernan. If he refused, then Skugge might as well die on the spot. “Please. I need… fuck me.”

A shudder ran through Tiernan’s body as he closed his eyes. His nostrils flared and breath quickened. Just when Skugge was about to lose hope, and sink back into the thoughts of *not mine not mine, never to be*, Tiernan nodded. His eyes blown wide. “Okay. Yes. Yes okay. Just let me get undressed -” “No. *Now.*” Skugge demanded, his voice rough with need. “If you don’t come here right now, I’m going to *die,* Tier.” A hyperbole to be certain, but it worked to hurry him into coming closer. Stumbling through removing his trousers, feet catching in the legs. He didn’t bother with his tunic, and for that Skugge could only be thankful. It’d get caught in his horns if he tried removing it in the state he was in. They were both in. Driven mad with lust.

Tiernan dropped to his knees and almost reverently touched Skugge’s skin. His back and down along his spine. Skugge arched against his hand. But soft touches wasn’t what he craved. Not now. “Tiernan…” “No, you have to wait. I need to… I need to…” He continued his exploration of Skugge’s body. His cock, Skugge could see was thick and hard. Clear fluid building at the tip.

They both wanted this. Needed this.

The witch rocked his hips back towards Tiernan. “Tiernan, *please.*” If this was anything, then it was torture. Tiernan’s hands on him. Him so close. His cock so close. And yet so far away from where it should have been. *Inside* him. His body trembled.

“Okay. Okay I’m sorry. I’m sorry, love.” He brushed away Skugge’s hair from the nape of his neck and kissed him softly there. Along his shoulders and down the line of his back. His hands massaging the flesh of his ass and hips.

Skugge moaned, his body relaxing minutely. This was good. This was a good start. His eyes closed slowly like that of a cat’s under the soft kisses and roaming hands. If Tiernan said he would, then he would. They would come together, and Tiernan would fuck him. And everything would be better.

His soft moan turned into a whine when Tiernan’s fingers slipped further down and into the slit of his body. He couldn’t see the wonder on Tier’s face as he stroked his fingers inside the warmth of his body.

“You’re so wet…” He said softly as if the moment was a dream and anything too loud could break it. Skugge almost laughed, he knew he was. He had touched himself already and felt the slick coating his fingers. Felt it on his tail when he tried riding it. But the laugh had turned to moans. It felt different with Tiernan doing it. “You have to go deeper.” He instructed trying to keep his voice level and calm, when on the inside he felt nothing of the sort. His heart stuttered and he felt his stomach twisting into knots. Not unpleasant, but… It made him swallow convulsively when Tiernan entered inside of him.

He balled his hands into fists and panted, sure he was making nothing short of a mess on Tiernan. He heard behind him the soft sounds of flesh on flesh as he pumped his cock. The wet *schlick* sounds as he stroked in and out of him. He almost cried out in frustration when he pulled out and kissed the base of his tail however.

“Turn around.” Tiernan said. “So I can see you.” There was a soft growl in his voice. One that made the witch shiver. Not from fear. Anything but fear. Slowly. Calmly. He flipped over onto his back. And the sight that greeted him was nothing short of incredible. It was Tiernan. Of course it was Tiernan. Like he’d seen him a thousand times before. Like he kissed him, touched him a thousand times before. But there was something different about him too. Something Skugge couldn’t put his finger on that just made him want to *submit.* To offer his throat.

He swallowed and slowly undid the ties for his veil. For this, he would see his sunlight properly.

He was *wonderful* as he leaned in. *Incredible* as he kissed him. *Magnificent* as his hands roamed his body and found their way back to his hips.

Skugge spread his legs wide as an invitation that Tiernan quickly accepted. Slotting himself between his knees. His cock rubbing against the glistening slit. Skugge wrapped his arms around Tiernan’s neck as they kissed. This felt heavenly.

But nothing could have prepared him for when Tiernan slipped inside. His hips still rocking back and forth. In and out. Skugge gasped and his head fell backwards. Exposing his throat to the predator on top of him. “So… So good…” He moaned as Tiernan moved his lips from jaw to neck. Kissing and sucking at his skin. Just enough to hurt. Just enough to bruise.

“Skugge…” It was a growl. “I want to bite you. Please.”

His hips kept rocking and Skugge could feel his mind going numb. Numb from all the sensations he was experiencing. His mind weak with lust. With the primal thoughts of *mate. Submit. Alpha.*

But more than that. His thoughts were for *Tiernan. Tiernan. Tiernan.* And if Tiernan wanted to bite him, then who was he to refuse? He was his after all. He was Tiernan’s from the very beginning until the end of things.

He didn’t understand it. Not fully. He doubted either of them understood the deep primal needs that called out to them. But they listened to them. Listened to each other. “Yes.” Skugge said on a gasp. “Bite me.” *Mark me. Claim me. Make me yours.* It was hard to speak. Tiernan had gone from gently rocking his hips to *thrusting* inside of him. And Skugge felt like he was going to break apart at the seams. So full. He wrapped his legs around Tiernan’s hips, not caring if his claws dug into his love’s soft flesh. He just wanted him close. Needed him close. As close as they could possibly be.

“Tier. Please. I. I’m-” He felt something building from within him. Something that scrambled his thoughts and made him want to *beg.* But it’s a thought that he doesn’t have to finish. Because his love, his sunlight, *his* Tiernan is already there. To give them both what they want.

His hips slam into Skugge’s open and willing body. Once. Twice. Teeth descend on him. Sharp and into the soft flesh of his neck. There’s a shock of pain as Tiernan breaks the skin, he can feel the warmth of blood burst forth. But more than that. He feels something growing inside him. From the heat between his legs. Something almost as painful as the bite.

Something that made Tiernan stop thrusting inside. He felt something from deep within, like an explosion of. Of… He could only assume it was Tiernan’s seed that filled him up. That made him cling tighter, until he felt the soft skin of his love’s back give way under his claws.

He clung. As tightly as he could. Until the spasms that wracked his body ceased and his limbs felt heavy and boneless. But the swell of Tier’s cock hadn’t gone down. Just a quirk of being an alpha he supposed and kissed his forehead while Tiernan kissed at the bite. Licking at the blood as if to clean the wound.

They were both panting messes, laying in a heap of tangled limbs. Hair and skin sweat damp. But as they breathed into each other’s skin, and his eyes grew heavy, Skugge couldn’t help but think: *his his his.* Tiernan was his. His and no one one else’s.

And he was his. What they did, felt… Important. Like he could feel Tier’s heart beating in his own chest. Like he could close his eyes, and see into the very essence that was Tiernan. And he was sure Tiernan could see him as well.

He nestled his head against the crook of Tier’s neck, kissed his skin, and closed his eyes.

Together. He thought as his mind drifted. *Together. Forever.*

#a/b/o au #not canon!!!

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