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THE ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA MEME

In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?

Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).

RESOURCES:
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.

CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!

ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.

2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.

3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.

SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?

2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.

3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?

4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.

5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?

6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.

7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.

8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!

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[Alpha]

[Interested #2 with an omega John randomly dropping in with the intention of spending his heat cycle with Jack?]

[ So is it wrong I want to AU the Torchwood AU? I was thinking maybe #4, with Gabriel having taken suppressants to hide his Omega-ness since puberty. While on a mission with Jack, the time differences mess him up on his meds. You interested? ]

(Like you need to ask! Absolutely!)

[ :D Yay! ]

It seemed like there were two types of missions Gabriel encountered: the short, intense missions, and the long boring ones. He far preferred the short ones, but the long ones were almost like a vacation sometimes. It was a vacation you could die in, sure, but still-- more relaxing than expected.

They were on one of those second ones. Jack and Gabriel had been staking out an area in search for a particular book- an out-of-time oddity that would call up other books within its pages- and they didn't have much info to go on. So they spent a lot of their days tracking down clues, and most of their nights doing not much of anything.

They'd been here nearly five weeks when Gabriel remembered why he wanted to be done with this mission before six weeks were up. It wasn't supposed to take this long. Jack would find him getting increasingly anxious as they worked, the last few days. When they last took a break for dinner, Gabriel finally said something. "So I'm going to need to go back to the Hub tomorrow." He didn't look at Jack as he said it, instead opting to stare down at the table with annoyance.

Jack wasn't wearing glasses, but the way he glanced up made it look like he was gazing over the rim of an invisible pair. His smirk was telling. "Sometimes they get boring. If we leave now, we won't be able to get back to this particular point exactly. It could ruin the entire mission."

He turned the page in his magazine (Vogue, if Gabriel was curious) and then went back to his reading. That new Taco Bell monstrosity was half eaten on the wrapper. Jack was still trying to digest the first half. Next time they were getting Chinese!

Any further protest would get another look from Jack, right up until the next morning. Gabriel was in the room adjacent to his, the connecting doors closed but unlocked. Jack had just finished brushing his teeth when a sharp wave of scent but him. He'd known when they came that he was well over having regular cycles (being technically dead would do that), but that didn't mean he couldn't react to particular strong heats. It made his head swim, the scent that now had filled his bathroom causing the hair on his arms and the back of his neck to stand on end.

Gabriel's unfortunate desire to suppress himself had one equally unfortunate side effect-- This heat was strong, strong enough to stir a living dead man. Jack's lips pulled back from his teeth as of he could taste the air and, in just a towel, he pressed himself fully to the door between their rooms and exhaled against it.

"Gabriel."

Damn it, damn it, damn it. Jack was very intent on not listening to him, as Gabriel got more and more jumpy. He thought he maybe had another day before it hit. And in this place where somehow everyone was a beta, there were no suppressants to be found. So he tried to hole himself up in his hotel room and just...not come out for a few days. He had a giant pile of towels, a collection of bottled water, and hadn't bothered to put on anything more than pajama pants- and those were probably going to go soon, too. He'd deal with this on his own.

Except even his attempted preparation didn't work, because of course Jack was an alpha- what else would he be? And Gabriel could smell him through the door. Gabriel stared at that door with a combination of concern and desire, and felt a shiver down his spine when Jack said his name.

"Jack," he replied, his voice wavering a little as he started breathing more heavily. "Think I've got to stay here today. Maybe a few days. I'll- I'll ride it out and we can get back to work."

He hadn't noticed he was drifting toward that door. His fingers reached up to touch the wood- he knew Jack was on the other side. His eyes closed as he pressed his cheek against it.

Despite the decidedly mindless whim to break down the door, Jack simply opened his end. The smell was stronger still now, Gabriel was less than twenty minutes away from being in full blown heat and evidently had moved closer to the door. So stupid. He could feel those hormones tickle his nose and he let himself lick the back of the connecting door, as if that might help.

"Open your side." There wasn't a knob for him to turn here. It wouldn't keep him out but he didn't quite want to be that guy. Not yet.

Gabriel had done something dangerous here. It wasn't exactly a secret that both Alphas and Omegas took suppressants. They had a civilized world and it just didn't make sense to follow your cycle through on a constant basis. It just wasn't healthy to stay dosed up all the time either. There were precautions both Alphas and Omegas could take to be sure that they would not get stuck in situations like this.

Like, oh, not lying on your employment application? Or telling your boss so that he didn't accidentally match you up for missions when hormones to become out of control?

When Gabriel didn't immediately answer the door, Jack's hand became a fist and after he let it hit the wood, he growled: "Gabriel--"

So it was possible that Gabriel was regretting not coming clean a little earlier. He'd never had to deal with this before, and just sort of assumed things would continue in the same fashion. But it was clearly too late to change any of this now. Jack was coming in, one way or another, and Gabriel had reached the point where he could barely think about anything else.

Gabriel's hand was on the knob when Jack banged on the door. "I've got it," Gabriel protested, as he yanked it open.

And then they were face to face. Gabriel's hair was still messy, and his posture somehow made him seem smaller. "Sorry," Gabriel murmured, in the short moment he figured they had. He bit his lip and waited for Jack to get to him.

It was all too late for sorries. They could say them and try to mean them after Jack expended much of his energy not working on the mission. He wasn't thinking about consequences now, though. Not when he was smacked full on in the face by that smell.

It told him quite a lot, really, but he pressed his nose to Gabriel's ear just the same to get a better grasp of what information was being conveyed.

This was Gabriel's first heat since puberty. He'd never been properly bred or he wouldn't smell so fresh. Jack's mouth watered and he left a trail of saliva chasing his tongue from Gabriel's clavicle to chin.

Jack hadn't brought suppressant injections. He hadn't brought a respirator. There wasn't safety gear or supplies at all, just Gabriel all but trembling against him. Jack couldn't fight it. His biology hadn't been altered in that way.

"You're an idiot," he growled before he all but scooped Gabriel up to carry him to his own bed.

Gabriel had to force himself not to let out a pitiful whimper as Jack sniffed at him and licked him. He still was trying to retain a small amount of control. So instead, he closed his mouth and let Jack take a good whiff of him- it wasn't like that was going to do any more harm than it already had.

They were both reacting to each other as their biology demanded- Gabriel reminded himself of this as he curled his face into Jack's shoulder, clinging to him. Jack called him an idiot, and he couldn't argue with that. "Yep," he nearly whispered against Jack's skin.

He did shiver then, pressed up against the other man as he was. He could practically feel his pupils dilating, and at the same time, it felt like his insides all went soft. "Jack..." he murmured, pleading. Yeah, he was in it, now.

Getting Gabriel into bed was the first problem, easily solved. At least he hadn't just rutted into him on the industrial grade carpet. The burns would have faded but this was still his first time and Jack had enough sense to insist that it be done comfortably. He didn't have time to properly nest, but once he had deposited the Omega on the sheets, he disappeared again to grab the pillows from Gabriel's bed and form a sort of rudimentary bump around the edges of the mattress that they could curl into.

And that was about as much as his mind would let itself function. Gabriel wasn't a disease to fear and thankfully, the triggering hormones kept any potential guilt he'd might have (Gabriel had a very Beta boyfriend) from creeping up. Jack carried enough guilt.

The Alpha pulled the towel from around his waist as he climbed back into bed, rock hard and ready. All he needed to do was remove the last barrier of cloth. There wasn't likely to be foreplay this first time.

Once on the bed, Gabriel rolled around on it, rubbing his face into the sheets where he could smell Jack. He knew he was acting like a teenager new to heat, and he supposed that that was only reasonable for how much he'd been putting it off. He'd basically been pretending to be a Beta (or even an Alpha, occasionally) ever since he was fifteen.

Now two decades of ignoring it were hitting him all at once, and he could tell that little bit of control he'd been clinging was just going out the window. While Jack made up the bed, Gabriel kicked the blankets away from the center, and settled in the middle. He was halfway in the process of tugging off his pajama bottoms when Jack was getting back in bed. So that last bit of cloth wasn't going to be much of a barrier, either.

He was surprised to find he was only half-hard, because he felt needy like never before. But of course, he barely focused on that, and far more on the hole that was wet and dripping, and needed Jack inside it. He faced the Alpha with his legs spread and whined a little. Really, he'd meant to say something inviting, but apparently he was just too far gone for that. There was definitely no space for foreplay this time.

Luckily (or perhaps unfortunately), the Omega's pleasure and comfort were so rarely on an Alpha's mind. The process was strictly a need to carry on genetics, to give rise to a new generation... Just because humans could feel pleasure and engage in sexual activity safely outside of heat hardly meant that this act was anything short of a biological imperative. At least at the first to when the hormones were strongest and the urge impossible to ignore.

Jack was (but not currently thinking about) the fact that he was still fertile. He had children and grandchildren. Sometimes mistakes happened. Sometimes love was blinding. Sometimes he just didn't think straight and his partners didn't always take precautions.

He didn't even ask if Gabriel was safe. It hardly mattered. His hands pressed into the backs of thighs as Gabriel rolled back his hips and lifted his legs. He guided powerful calves over his shoulders let his erection find the spot it already easily could hone into. Male Omegas were always so much tighter than females. Jack wouldn't say he liked them better... It didn't matter during heat.

And hot Gabriel was, hot and tight and sucking him in. Jack growled and nipped at his mate's chin with relish.

Gabriel keened, high and loud, as Jack pushed himself in. This was something he hadn't ever felt before, the way it all just took over. Not being in control for once wasn't so bad- or perhaps it was just his hormones telling him so. Regardless, everything was right and good once Jack pushed inside of him and Gabriel took it all eagerly.

As Jack nipped at his chin, Gabriel automatically leaned back to bare his throat to the Alpha. He'd be so embarrassed at the submission, if there was any thought in his head other than breeding. Right now, he just wanted to be as pleasing to his mate as possible, so they could both get what they needed.

Jack took a long time. He tugged at Gabriel's hair and licked the sweat that formed on the skin of his throat. He had enough of a mind not to bite, however. Bonding and mating were two different prerogatives and the former was not something Jack outwardly attempted these days. Then again, he didn't usually surround himself with Omegas. Too much hassle, even properly suppressed. Jack needed all of his senses. He needed to rely on every member of his team. Heat changed everything.

Gabriel never ceased being tight. Perhaps later Jack might wonder if Mohinder knew Gabriel's secret or if Gabriel managed to hide it from him. It was rather obvious that Jack was the first one ever to be inside of Gabriel.

He preferred it that way, his idiot hormonal brain was telling him. Fresh, his-his-HIS!

The chant continued even when he felt himself brimming over, felt the knot swelling, his balls tightening-- he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to, of course. It was an imperative to be sure his seed was properly able to take root.

Gabriel did not have enough of his own mind to not want the bond. It had been too long, and this was his first time, and the hormones had taken over even more completely than they might do to most Omegas. He grunted happily as Jack licked his neck, but it turned into another whine as he realized a bite wasn't going to follow. Of course, Jack would pull on his hair then, and that was almost as good.

He writhed under Jack, taking what of Jack's he could, and tensed as he felt Jack getting bigger inside him. That knot lodged itself in Gabriel. He shifted his hips, just to make sure Jack wasn't going anywhere, and then he let out one long, shaky breath. This was it, he thought as lightly rubbed his belly. This was what he wanted. He groaned with deep satisfaction.

The orgasm felt like an eternity. Jack growled and moaned and perhaps at one point even howled before his body had determined that it had done all it could do for this round. Jack's muscles felt pleasantly strained and he dropped to the side, pulling Gabriel with him. It could be an hour or more before the swelling went down and that meant that where he went, Gabriel Gray was just going to follow.

Jack panted, laying one hand on Gabriel's thigh just below his hipbone, and held the younger man to his chest almost carefully. The sheer amount of pheromones in the air made it impossible to speak, so Jack didn't even when his mind returned to him.

They didn't have so much time once they could uncouple. He would have to get as far away from Gabriel as possible before the next release brought him back. ... Then again, he could spend that time building a proper nest and licking every inch of skin too.

Gabriel curled into Jack, frequently making quiet, happy noises. Jack's release set off another tumble of physical responses, and Gabriel was basking in them. It felt good to be cared for and held. At this moment in time, he just wanted Jack to hold him like this forever.

It was only after he'd fallen into a short doze and woke up still connected to Jack that he started to feel even slightly like himself again. He hummed and licked a little sweat off of Jack's clavicle, and murmured, "You okay?"

He did not yet have his mind on the many complicated conversations he was going to have to endure, once this whole thing was over. Mohinder didn't know about any of this and would probably feel betrayed. He might get fired. Jack was bound to be cross. At least he'd started taking birth control last week, so he was unlikely to get pregnant (would Beta drugs work, though, and on him as a regen?). For now, though, he was only dipping a toe back into the human thought pool, and the first thing that coalesced was that he should make sure Jack was doing all right.

Jack had to be doing better than Gabriel-- but that thought was ridiculous. Omegas desired breeding more than Alphas felt compelled to do it. He'd been through all the classes. During his own time, Alphas and Omegas had mostly died out, and for good reason. It was easier to be a Beta, there weren't any hormones to ruin your life or career or to put you in the arms of someone that just so happened to fight his or her way to the top of the community genetic food chain. Jack hadn't really had to deal so much with this.

He thought about not answering. Being quiet would work the best. No talking. No figuring anything out. He was already starting to soften-- Finally. But the irrational need to mate again to secure his position as the father of Gabriel's children.

"Are you all right...?" He wasn't one for being quiet, unfortunately. "Gabriel, you should have told me." He stroked strong fingers down the line between Gabriel's shoulder blades. "We could have prevented this."

Gabriel would've accepted it if Jack hadn't answered. It was half of a test anyway, to see if he could even manage to speak. While it seemed he could, his throat was ridiculously dry. So that was why water was suggested.

He blinked up at Jack, parsing the words. He got a little distracted by rolling his shoulders under those fingers- it felt really nice. "Haven't told anyone," he said into Jack's shoulder. "Didn't think I'd have to. Always been able to get meds for it before."

His voice was a croak, when he actually tried to speak above a near-whisper. He held up a hand. A bottle of water flew into it from his hotel room. He offered it to Jack before telekinetically calling another.

Jack accepted the water easily. It was his role to be served first and he didn't question it -- How could he when he was still embedded inside of Gabriel? He finished half of the bottle in one go and recapped it to set it against the headboard, within reach.

An absently affectionate nuzzle followed, Jack pressing the tip of his nose against the crown of Gabriel's hair. He could feel the start of his slipping from the other's body and though instinct taught him to fight that and pull Gabriel to him by the hips, he ignored that more or less successfully.

After Gabriel had his drink, Jack shifted their bodies so that Gabriel was once more on his back. He rose on his knees and pushed a hand to the younger man's shoulder before tugging himself out of the Omega. The bed was going to be sticky and smell like their sex for a long while, all the more reason to get up and move.

The tip of his cock painted a sticky pattern on Gabriel's stomach and thigh as Jack moved over him.

"We're going to lock you in and I'm going to get as far away as possible." It almost physically hurt to express that. His mate needed him to fend for him. "Can't risk it, Gabe."

As Jack pushed him onto his back, Gabriel went easily. But when Jack started to pull out, the Omega let out a sound more pitiful than he thought he could make. It actually snapped him back to his senses a little more. And that meant that his response to Jack's reasoning was not to plead and reach for him. In fact, in order to stop himself from doing something like that, he crossed his arms and hugged himself.

This sounded like the worst idea in the world, but Gabriel knew he'd gotten himself in this position. He should've said something sooner. He tried not to look at Jack as tears came to his eyes.

And that was just silly. Gabriel was going to deal with this whole thing on his own anyway, wasn't he? So this will just be going to what he was going to do in the first place. "Okay," he said, sniffling a little. "Sorry." That was for the sniffling. And then he added, "Go ahead. I'll be fine." It wasn't the most convincing effort, but it was at least coherent.

There had not been a bonding bite. Jack did not share the same emotions with Gabriel. That did not mean that his stomach didn't drop straight to his knees when Gabriel started to weep. Being strong and doing the right thing for the most good was Jack's mission statement. His life generally led him to picking what was wrong for himself and those closest to him on the simple fact that two or three people versus the greater good wasn't a contest.

But his scent covered Gabriel. The Omega had just gone through the first wave of heat.

His could he leave him?

The truth was, as Jack wavered, he realized that he could not go. He couldn't leave him. So the Alpha crawled back into bed with Gabriel and spooned him, kissing the back of his neck comfortingly. "Shhh... I won't leave if you want me to stay."

Yes, good. As long as Jack was here, it was okay. He didn't have to do anything, just be close. Touching. Gabriel knew heats didn't work like that, and it would pick up again eventually, but it was easy to rationalize Jack staying this way.

He shivered as Jack curled up around him. Getting his neck kissed relaxed him considerably, and the release of all that tension in his face finally let a couple errant tears fall. He was mostly annoyed by that. "I feel so weak," he complained quietly to Jack. He was quiet for a moment before he added, "I want you to stay."

He heaved a heavy sigh, settling himself into Jack's arms. "I don't know how any of this works. My first heat didn't go well, either." It was probably easy for Jack to tell that this was just his second.

Jack Harkness || Doctor Who/Torchwood || m/m

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