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Omegaverse AU - Part 1

Gooseflesh trickled across Creed’s arms as the night set in around him, crickets strummed underfoot and a coyote yipped in the distance. He hadn’t even realized it had gotten so late, he’d been lost in his thoughts over being back in Colorado after so long. Only reason he was up this way was he got word Undead Jack had crossed the state line. It had been little over 5 months since Creed had last seen the outlaw. But as far as he could tell the man had never come through Colorado, at least not in any way that would get written up.

But either way it didn’t seem like he was going to find the man tonight anyway so he might as well look to camp out for the night. He gave Maggie’s neck a hefty pat, “Alright girl let’s see about some supper, hm?” He said as he turned her to start heading into a small copse of trees atop a hill. The moon just bright enough to light the way.

As soon as they set foot in the trees Creed could smell it. It was heady and thick, and it smelled like smooth whiskey, chili pepper and orange peel. Maggie snorted at the heavy scent and began to stamp her foot, which is when Creed noticed he was squeezing her sides while pulling the reins as far back as he could. He quickly relaxed his grip and slid of her back. He ran his hand over her face in apology but his focus was on the darkness of the trees.

He felt his alpha start stir in his chest.

He didn’t hear anything that would be an obvious source so he, as slowly and quietly as he could, led Maggie into the dark. He’s always had great night vision, thanks to trying to heard cows through the night since he was 8, so that’s how he can easily spot the canvas tent pitched against a tree. With a potentially familiar looking palomino pinto ground tied beside it. The scent gets even thicker and Creed has to pause to bite into his hand to avoid growling.

An omega in heat.

He should’ve guessed from just how saccharine it smelled. If he had to guess he’d say it just barely started before he got here. There wasn’t a light on in the tent but that was probably intentional to not attract passerby’s. Creed dropped Maggie’s reins and she dutifully stopped as he took slow steps towards the tent. His hands were shaking with how much trying not to put out a responding scent. He got about 5 feet from the tent when he heard the distinct sound of a shotgun being prepped.

“That’s far enough friend.” The voice was raspy and said through huffs of breath but it was steady enough for Creed to instantly know who it was. His alpha started to wake as the voice washed over him.

“I understand I smell might fine right now but I ain’t lookin’ to share and,” a small whine bleed through the words, “and iffen you take one more step you’an my shotgun here are gonna have a disagreement.” A muffled groan, “So you, you best be on your way.”

Creed’s mouth fell open to heave a breath before he could speak, “Jack.” His voice sounded like he hadn’t had a sip of water in a week. He was sure his scent was already heavy enough for Jack to smell even through the mess of herbs he slathered on his glands every morning.

There was a audible pause so Creed tried again. “Jack it’s-”

“Marshal? You-what are you,” Creed caught the tremor in the man’s voice, “why are you here?” he whispered at the end almost like he was scared to ask.

Creed swallowed heavily, “Lookin’ for a place to camp, ain’t even know you were in here till I smelled ya at the treeline.”

A long, seemingly involuntary whine came from the tent. “Jack I gotta ask, why,” he cleared his throat, “why you ain’t at a heat house? It ain’t safe out here for you like that.” He could feel his mouth filling with saliva the longer he stood this close.

Jack’s raspy laugh caught Creed off guard. He heard a soft thump, the gun hitting the ground maybe, as Jack spoke too happily, “Ain’t no heat house gonna let a man in there. No matter if he’s an omega and ain’t never looked sideways at a lady. Ain’t even got the parts to do nothin’,” he mumbled under his breath and Creed could swear his heart skipped a beat at that thought.

“An’ anywhere else, well,” Creed could hear the sneer on his face, “male omegas being practically infertile an’ all makes it easier to rape ‘em when you don’t gotta worry ‘bout kids and they ain’t strong enough to fight nobody.” He spat the last of it as if he could get it out of his mouth faster that way.

Creed was quiet at that. He had no idea male omegas weren’t allowed in heat houses. Hell he hadn’t even thought they existed until a minute ago. But he’d never heard of any before now. “Ain’t even know you were an omega till now. Always smelled like a beta.”

Jack snorted a laugh, “Yeah, you can imagine how well announcin’ to folk yer less of a man and ain’t even useful like a woman would go can’t you Marshal?”

Creed growled before he could even think to stop it and snapped his teeth before saying, “As if havin’ a dick is what makes a man and woman are only for breedin’.” He was always thankful his Ana had been a beta. Omega women being rare meant they were treated like glass or like dolls to show off so Ana being a beta meant she was allowed to make her own choices and be her own person so long as she had a mate. Alpha woman, well at least the ones he knew, seemed to be either not interested in anyone or interest in everyone.

He knew his scent had shifted when he heard Jack give a soft gasp. His alpha was awake and alert as an overwhelming rush of the need to protect ran through him. It’s thanks to being the only alpha in his family that his alpha always jumps to protecting others before it even has any other thought. He remembers vividly every drop of blood he spilled for his younger siblings.

And now it was attaching to Jack whether he wanted it to or not.

He cleared his throat, never sure how to gracefully navigate a conversation, he just moved past what they both had said. “This how you usually spend yer heats?”

“No.” Jack snarled, “It hit me faster than usual. Was about halfway to my hideout ‘fore I could barely cling to the saddle.” He ground out through his teeth as if it was his fault.

Creed opened his mouth before he could even think about what to say and said, “I could get you there.” His words hung in the silence of the night. An owl hooted from the tree tops as something rustled through the brush.

“Jack?”

“Shut up! I-” a keen ripped through the night. “I-I’m, ahn, gimme a moment marshal!” his breath hitched and Creed heard a wet squelch and was hit with the pungent scent of orange with the distinct tang that was distinct to omega slick.

Even through the layer of protect, Creed could feel the spiked desire to breedflare underneath it. Suddenly his gun belt was painfully in the way as his dick began to fill. He could hear the creak of his jaw with how hard he was clenching it. All of his focus going towards keeping his scent locked down. There was no way Jack would let him help if he thought for a second Creed was reacting this way. And so help him it had been a long time since he’d laid with anyone; even more so someone he had, albeit, complicated feelings about.

“You ain’t got a moment Jack. Either I take you now while yer still able to point the way or you don’t go at all.” He wasn’t sure how long Jack had before his fever really set in and Creed wouldn’t be able to trust if he was pointing them the correct way.

“Fine!” Jack hissed. “For fuck’s sake, fine! Let me get my shit.” He grumbled. Creed heard shuffling inside the tent along with little sad omega rumbles as he had to deconstruct whatever kind of nest had had built in there, even if it was a barren one. Creed knew better than to offer his help or a comforting croon, as neither would be well received by the other man. No matter what his alpha wanted.

Quick enough Jack stepped out of the tent and Creed got a look at him in the moon-lit dark. His dark hair stuck to his sweat-soaked skin and he looked like he hadn’t sleep in days. A shiver ran through his body as he stepped around Creed with a quick, “Break the tent down for me.” as he went to saddle his horse.

Creed quickly jumped to do as requested, no doubt his alpha aiming to please the omega, and had the stakes rolled into the canvas just in time to see Jack bring a strip of rope to him. “Hell’s that for?” Creed grumped as he traded it for the canvas in his hands.

“Tie me to the saddle.” He said it so casually Creed almost thought he was joking. But when nothing came after he felt a growl roll out from deep in his chest.

“You’re a damn fool if you think I’m about to let you get up on that horse.” He stomped closer only to jump back as teeth flew into his line of sight, just narrowly avoiding getting his arm bit by Jack’s horse. Her ears were pressed all the way to her neck and she stared down her nose at him, almost daring him to try and get closer.

Jack smiled at his horse before turning a confused and suspicious look to Creed, “Then pray-tell marshal, just how I’m going to get there? Walk? You gonna drag me behind you like some prisoner?” His sneer was cut short as he curled inward, arms wrapping around his stomach.

“Ride double with me.” Creed tried to say it as casual as possible but must’ve missed the mark, what with the shocked look on Jack’s face. “Look I,” he turned his head down a bit hoping his hat could hide the heat on his face, “I would feel better if’in I could know that you’re secure.” He cleared his throat, still not looking at Jack, “Also I thought, if you needed, or wanted, you could scent me to try and calm it down.” He felt his voice leave him with every word and be replaced by an embarrassing heat spreading down his neck.

Silence once again sank in between them. All Creed could do now was wait for Jack’s response. “Well now,” his raspy drawl whispered into Creed’s ear, “are you propositioning me marshal?” Creed’s gaze shot up and saw the amused curl of a smile on Jack’s face, the ripped scar turning the left side into a harsh smirk.

He felt cold water splash over him at the implication that he would- “No! I’d never-”

Jack’s sharp chuckle cut him off, “I’m just pullin’ yer tail marshal. And I ain’t one to turn down the offer of scenting from a handsome anybody.” He winked and Creed could feel the blush creep back up on his face. “I am in your care then, marshal.” He tilted his head back a little, just enough to bare his throat in agreement and acknowledgment of Creed’s poorly hidden alpha desire to keep the omega close.

It was going to be a long ride.

———

A shiver ran through Jack’s body as the cool night air swept across his sweat-soaked skin, the baying of a coonhound echoed off the hills. He should’ve realized sooner that this heat would be worse than the others. His usual week-long preheat routine of slight cramps, heat flashes and sensitive nose (among other things) had lasted all of 3 days before he got hit with the worst pain of his life. Being gutshot was preferable to this.

The marshal showing up when he did felt… oddly coincidental to say the least. Preordained to say the most. Now, William Boyd was no religious man -and Undead Jack weren’t one neither- but he’d swear on his mama’s grave, god rest her soul, that something or someone pulled the two of them together at this exact moment. The one time Jack’s heat hits him faster just happens to also be the first time he’s ever heard of the marshal crossing into Colorado? Jack maybe a put-upon fool but he ain’t simple.

Maybe that’s why his omega has been so keen to trust the marshal. Maybe it knew something neither of them did. Either way Jack sure hoped what-in-the-hell this was didn’t get him locked up in county at the end of it.

“Don’t you do it.” Creed growled a warning followed quickly by a horse hoof digging into the dirt. Jack snapped out of his reverie to look over just in time to see Creed snatch his hand back from being dangerously close to Honeysuckle’s snapping teeth. “Shit!” his hissed and glared at her while she threw her head in the air and pawed the ground.

Jack huffed out his raspy cackle, “You tryin’ to lose fingers marshal?” He’d be more worried if he couldn’t clearly see Honey’s ears perked forward. She enjoyed pulling the marshal’s tail just as much as he did.

“If your goddamned devil-horse would let me just tie this lead-” he turned to Jack and shook a strip of rope at him.

Oh, that’s what he was doing. “You ain’t gotta pony her, Creed. She’ll follow just fine, ain’t that right sweet girl?” He pushed out a purr towards her and she responded with a soft whicker of her own.

Jack’s smile seemed to soften Creed’s frown and he stomped over to his horse as he bundled the rope into his saddle bag. “Ain’t nothing sweet about that snapping turtle pretendin’ to be a horse.” Creed grumbled to himself and quickly swung himself over the back of his horse.

The blue roan didn’t so much as sway even with the marshal’s weight and Jack leaning against her. He smiled as he ran his hand along her neck and shoulder, calm as the night. Jack thought she seemed a good match for the reckless marshal; a dropped head and a soft mouth but ears on a swivel and legs stood firm ready to do what the marshal asked.

Jack didn’t put a lot of stock into how men treated other men -you could treat someone like a king one day to rob him blind the next- but it was always obvious to him what kind of man it was by how he treated his horse. And Jack could always see it, plain as day, that Creed and his horse were family. Jack may not know the history behind them, and he won’t ask, but the first time he saw them all those years ago made Jack trust the marshal time and time again.

A hand on his head pulled Jack out his thoughts (no doubt running away with him again as his heat picked up) he looked up to see a soft look on Creed’s face as he ran his fingers through Jack’s greasy hair. A whine pulled from his throat when Creed’s big gun-rough hand slid across Jack’s cheek and he leaned into the warmth of it. “Gimme your hand, Jack.” the rough whisper-like cadence of Creed’s voice strummed lightning under his skin.

“Why marshal,” Jack purred as he gave the marshal what he asked, “ain’t it a li’l early to consider marriage?” His cheshire grin stretched as he watched red bloom on Creed’s skin. “Unless,” Jack gripped Creed’s hand and pulled him just enough to whisper in his ear, “unless you want to consider this,” his lips brushed the shell of Creed’s ear, “the consummation.”

A growl ripped through Creed’s chest as he dropped Jack’s hand only to wrap his arm around Jack’s back and hauled him up from the ground. The gasp that burst through him at the show of alpha strength quickly turned into a drawn out moan as he dropped right into the marshal’s lap -chest to chest.

Jack bit down hard on his lip to try and stop the keen from rolling out of his chest when he felt just how hard Creed was through his pants. His arms were thrown over Creed’s shoulders, hands gripped tight to the back of the marshal’s shirt and his legs laid over the other man’s thighs. It was entirely too warm, too close, too intimate but also it wasn’t close enough and Jack could feel the desire to burrow under Creed’s skin stir up from his omega.

Creed’s big, warm hand slid along Jack’s back and pushed them even closer until they were crushed together and Jack could feel the alpha’s rumble roll through his whole body. He buried his face in the marshal’s neck, his nose pushed directly into the man’s scent gland.

He felt his short omega fangs drip with the want to claim as he finally got to taste the scent he’d been craving since the marshal showed up outside his tent. The deep hearty scent of black coffee, leather and juniper fill his nose and he feels slick drip from his cunt in response. Jack groans and instinctually tries to clench his legs together only to clamp his thighs around Creed’s hips, rutting him directly into the alpha’s stiff cock.

“Ah!” air punched out of Jack’s lungs, hips rolling hard to get any amount of friction against his smaller omegan dick that was already weeping for release. “Creed-” He rasped against the man’s neck until he snarled, teeth scrapping against skin.

The hand on his back slipped down to grip his hip just shy of painful as he liked, while the other gently guided Jack out of the marshal’s neck until they were face to face. Breathing each other’s air. Lips mere seconds away from each other. Jack could barely see the green of Creed’s eyes in the dark, but it couldn’t hide the desire Creed wore plainly on his face.“I got you, Jack.” he whispered against Jack’s lips and then closed the distance between them.

It was softer than any kiss Jack William had had before. Even his first kiss had been filled with a teenaged passion. Every kiss after filled with the heat of secrecy and want of release. William had been soft for Adam, their kisses born from familiarity and longing and the future. Jack knew better than to compare the softness of his last kiss with Adam to this kiss with Creed. It did no good for anyone to compare a dead man to one still living.

Creed’s softness was the difference. No one had been soft for Jack William before. Not that he had been with anyone since Adam (hard to fuck anyone without them seeing what your packing) but it was always the unspoken expectation that he’d soften his edges for them. But of course here was Creed, an large unmated alpha soaked in the scent of a heated omega, gentling himself for William Jack. An omega that offered jagged edges and sharp teeth rather than the desired soft curves and sweet words.

Jack snarled into the kiss and bit down on Creed’s bottom lip, the familiar tang of blood coated his tongue as he pushed into Creed’s mouth. He fisted the back of Creed’s short salt and pepper hair and tugged harshly earning him a groan that had Jack echo in return. He picked up the pace grinding his dick hard against Creed’s, no longer able to keep a steady rhythm Jack settled for just small short ruts in the the marshal’s lap.

Creed pulled Jack back from his lips just enough to catch his breath, “That’s right darlin’ chase it.”

The lust roughened voice went right to his dick and he nearly knocked Creed’s hat off as he threw his head back with a bitten-off moan. Creed quickly latched onto Jack’s neck, kissing it softly before gently pushing his alpha fangs against Jack’s browned skin. “Alpha!” Jack hissed, just barely catching himself from screeching into the hills.

“I got you, I got you Jack.” He groaned against Jack’s neck and now both of them were panting, steamed puffs of air visible in the cool night air.“Come on darlin’, you’re so close I can taste it. Come for me.” He whispered. Jack gasped and jerked his hips erratically. “Come for me omega.”

A high-pitched keen filled the otherwise silent night as Jack felt his stomach tighten with release and his mind blessedly go blank as the most intense pleasure spiked through him. Through the haze he heard a grunt and a deep rumbling growl from Creed but couldn’t parse what it was about right now. He could hear himself whimpering as he came down from his orgasm, chest heaving and hips stuttering against Creed.

He felt slick pool in his britches along with the front of them covered in a small amount of come from his dick. In the back of his mind he knew they still had a day’s ride till they got to his hideout and he’d hate himself for sitting in his own slick. But right now his omega was happily basking in the post-orgasmic haze and the scent of satisfied alpha.

Jack opened his eyes and looked down until he met Creed’s eyes. He watched the logic and reasoning slowly return to him and cover over his alpha’s desires. Jack leaned down to quickly brush his lips against Creed’s in an almost chaste kiss. “Feel s’rry for y’er horse.” he somehow managed to mumble out.

Creed blinked as he took a moment to parse through whatever words had left Jack’s mouth before he huffed out a short laugh. “She’s fine.” his drawl was heavy on his tongue, “Maggie’s sturdier’n any bed we could’a found.” He kissed Jack’s lips then his cheek, “You ok to set off, darlin’?”

Jack rubbed his cheek against Creed’s wide shoulder, a small smile hidden in the collar of his shirt, “Whenever you are marshal.” his whispered, barely loud enough for Creed to hear as he closed his eyes and cling to the older man’s shirt as if he were a pup again.

He felt strong arms cage him in and heard the jingle of reins being picked up. The horse picked up into an easy walk, like she hadn’t just sat still while they had an impromptu jerk off session while on her back. Jack knew she was a good horse. A quick peak from under his dark hair to see Honeysuckle pick up to follow behind without missing a beat.

“Head straight west for now if you would marshal.” He felt more than heard the hummed response. “Wake me when the sun crests.” he said as he felt sleep pull him into the black.

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