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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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Sasan was torn between worry and pride as he followed Security and Jim down to the street. As soon as they had left Jim's sight, Sasan appeared behind them, rushing to put an arm around Jim.

"Ohmygod, are you okay?" he asked, although the worry in his eyes was complimented by a smile. "Never had anyone take on an Alpha for me like that before. It looked like he regretted it, too." A really nasty look came to Sasan's face for a moment, but then he got a better look at Jim's face and his features softened. "Oh, we should get some ice on that eye..."

Sasan was feeling chatty and mothering and pleased with this night. He was glad Jim seemed to be pretty happy with it, too. Even with having been hit pretty hard once or twice.

"Yeah, well, and I highly doubt that you've never had alphas fighting over you," Jim grinned...his teeth were bloody, but he was happy, that was the oddest thing. "An old friend of mine said I was only as happy as I was in a bar brawl when I was in the Captain's chair."

His ribs ached, but in the best of ways. Fighting was ever in his blood.

"But okay. Ice. I can deal with ice. C'mon. Limp with me home."

Sasan couldn't believe that Jim was actually more attractive with his teeth nearly knocked out, but it was true. "If I'd known that, I would've taken you to a different bar," Sasan murmured, amused. But it looked like it worked out the way Jim liked, anyway. He'd gotten his fight.

It wouldn't take long to get back to Jim's place. Sasan talked about inconsequential things most of the way- what he thought of the bar's atmosphere, the best drinks there, stuff that didn't matter to either of them. As they got close to Jim's place, though, he veered off those topics. "Oh- right. You wanted to know how you won? I kept forgetting to get numbers. Somehow I never asked. So your one beat me out. Don't worry, paid the tab before we got thrown out," he added with a smirk.

Buzzed on alcohol and the adrenaline of the fight, when Sasan helped him to the couch, Jim just kept on grinning, happy to lucky and not yet feeling the pain. He felt triumphant, something he hadn't in a long while. Tonight had been an odd mix of emotions, trickling down into something trickier than he thought was physically possible. The chatter helped dissolve away most of the peripheral thoughts.

And everything else-- everything else centered on the man who hadn't bothered to get anyone's number because he didn't want Jim dancing with someone else.

The blond said nothing as Sasan got him his ice. It was only when eyes so familiar but looking so unfamiliarly earnest returned to meet his own that Jim felt the heat of the moment.

"I don't see him when I look at you and it makes me feel guilty," he said, wincing as the ice moved to his eye.

Sasan stood next to Jim, having gathered and provided the ice. With Jim's admission, his mouth pulled back into a sad smile. "...I can see how it would," he said quietly. "But it's a good thing, I think. We might look alike, but I'm not him. It's good to have us separated."

He had a question on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitated to continue. For once, it seemed time to let Jim speak, if he wanted. And Sasan would certainly push this fragile moment too far, if he gave himself the opportunity.

"Thank you for defending me tonight," he added quietly, in spite of himself. He didn't think he'd properly said it before. The gratitude was warm and sincere.

There was a very soft sigh from Jim as Sasan thanked him. He had to been finished. He just needed time to think it through. So when he waved away the sentiment, it wasn't something disparaging so much as necessary for the blond.

"Not guilty because of him. He's gone. He's completely gone and there's nothing I can ever do to get him back. Guilty because-- It's not fair to you. It's not fair to be compared to someone like that." When Jim was drunk, or even high from the fight, he spoke slowly and blinked slowly. He didn't gesture at all, but let his arm lay across the arm rest as he gazed up at Sasan. "And it's not fair that I've completely latched onto you. But I want you to know that it's not the way you look. I don't feel this way about Gabriel at all."

That might be the best confession possible at this time.

"And I'm always going to save you, Sas."

Sasan wanted to reach out and ruffle through Jim's hair. He didn't, but he wanted to. Instead, he sat down on the couch next to him and did his best not to immediately sink into the cushions (something Jim knew from experience that Sasan did while drunk). His eyes continued to stay locked onto Jim's face.

"And I want you to know that I'm aware. Why don't you let me decide if it's fair to me, that you've latched onto me?" he asked with the gentlest of a tease to his voice. "Because I've latched onto you, too." He finally let himself reach out and put a hand over Jim's forearm, just for a gentle touch. "I can't tell you to not feel guilty, but- you don't need to on my behalf."

Bright blue eyes slowly dropped to the hand on his arm. Touching ways seemed to come so naturally for Sasan. He didn't have the sort of personal space bubble that Jim had constructed for himself and most of Torchwood did too. Maybe they was why Sasan was so likeable. That vapid egoist had dissolved into-- Well. This. Jim liked that everyone liked him.

And Jim hated that everyone liked him.

Jim tried to juggle the ice and turn more fully towards Sasan. Technically, both of those things required two different movements and he was still managing to mess it up, wiggling back and forth until his body responded to the turn, but only because he tossed the ice onto the table. His eye was going to be swollen shut within the next ten minutes but he didn't really notice.

"I'm not going to be part of anyone's Man Clan." He was too old to have his fling at every shore leave.

Sasan laughed, light and easy. "Yeah, I think I'm done with the Man Clan."

He leaned to the side- somehow managing not to lose contact with Jim's wrist- and picked up the ice from the table. Sasan was very skilled at wiggling around while drunk. It was almost his normal state, back home. He leaned in even closer to Jim, and brought the ice up to gently rest against the Alpha's eye. Maybe that would help it heal up a little more quickly.

He studied Jim's face with a small smile. "I have more important things to think about now."

If Jim's lip wasn't all busted up, Sasan might've tried to kiss him then. That might've been evident on his face, the way his eyelids sank to a half-open state and the way he licked his lips. Sasan wasn't paying attention to how he looked, for once.

The chill of the ice did have Jim momentarily moving away from the pain with the slighest of hisses, though he settled easily enough when the surface numbed and the ache somewhat faded from the area the ice was held onto. He could smell Sasan's cologne on his wrist and feel the warmth of his skin in contrast to the compress attempting to keep his swelling down.

He caught the lip lick. The posture. Men and women alike use to do this all the time when he was out and about, chin tilting upward in some masking of offering submission, eyelids lowered for much the same reason. It was an attractive way to poss for an alpha, and maybe it was just something that Omegas did naturally. Jim never thought about it. He generally couldn't tell who was what gender by just a glance or even a sniff typically.

Jim might have a split lip but he was very much interested in the way Sasan was holding himself.

"Why? You can have a room of them, all falling over themselves for you."

"I could," Sasan acknowledged, staring down at Jim's hand before glancing back up at his face. "But I think I got bored with that awhile ago. It doesn't take long to figure out that none of that-" He gestured vaguely with his head in the direction of the club. "-means anything. Besides, none of them would be even slightly as interesting as you. I've never met anyone like you."

He was leaning close enough to kiss Jim, but he didn't quite make that final move. Maybe that was an Omega thing too, truth be told. Sasan never worried himself about those things.

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Maybe it was just a Sasan thing. Maybe he enjoyed being pursued or maybe these months of playing side kick and smiling face to the masses convincing them that there was nothing weird or nefarious about Torchwood. Jim didn't think that thinking was exactly important right now and frankly, he was tired of doing it.

The brush of his knuckles against the underside of Sasan's chin was a precursor to a kiss, but it felt like one anyway. Jim didn't have particularly soft hands but the skin to skin contact was electric. The kiss itself was small at first. There was blood on his breath, a thick and beastial scent. Here is a good potential mate. He is strong. He is virile. He will protect you and your children.

One couldn't change human nature over night. It was all biology.... And a healthy dose of emotional appreciation.

Sasan did honestly, truly love being pursued. That's why it had all seemed so different with Jim. It wasn't a game that both of them were playing- he just truly enjoyed spending time with the man. And when the tension rose, it had always seemed like Sasan was the one chasing Jim- and he never even minded it.

It was one of those things Sasan had noticed that made him feel like throwing in his lot with Jim, no matter what came of it. Even if nothing came of it.

That was clearly no longer a concern. Sasan let out a small breath- relief- as Jim brushed his chin upward for that kiss. He didn't think he'd ever actually felt this giddy before. Sasan kissed Jim gently, not wanting to harm the man's lip any further, but the smell of blood added a headiness to it. He found himself opening his mouth, his tongue flicking out to catch a taste and to allow access. Sasan's hand slid up Jim's arm until it rested on his shoulder.

He'd meant to make it a light kiss, more symbolic than anything, but that wasn't how this was working out. He'd wanted Jim ever since the man saved his life and disappeared, and all the desire he'd put on hold was bubbling up now.

The alcohol was pretty numbing but there was still that slight hiss of pain from poor Jim that would cut whatever Sasan might have had planned short. He needed to go slow and he was pretty sure that Sasan could understand that. He'd waited months to get to this level after all.

The alpha still exhaled through his nose as he gently pushed the other back. His eyes opened slowly.

"Stay tonight." But that sounded too much like an invitation. "If we're not too hung over tomorrow, we can try this again." It was probably for the best to make sure that it wasn't all the alcohol talking.

The hiss made Sasan stop almost immediately. Right, right, no further injuring the one you want. Not even if it's to show appreciation for those first injuries. So when Jim pushed him back, Sasan went easily. His smile was tinged with a little worry for Jim's pain.

Those words, though, they made him smile wider. "Of course," Sasan replied, lightly squeezing Jim's shoulder. It was the only thing he thought for sure wasn't injured. "I'd love that."

He wiped a hand over his face, looking pleased, and dislodged a couple strands of hair with it. "Would you like me to get a warm washcloth for your lip? Any pain meds? I think I'm a little more mobile than you right now." The bit of concern was back.

A brush of a hand to his thick, split lip was supposed to show that he wasn’t in pain and hardly needed assistance, but to be perfectly honest, Jim wanted the fussing. It had nothing to do with gender roles, learned or ingrained. This wasn’t about the Omega tending to the Alpha. He just thought that it had been a long while since he had been pampered and wouldn’t it be nice to feel that now too?

He sunk back into the sofa after telling Sasan that he would leave treatment to his capable hands and watched the other man leave the room. His eyes might have fixated slightly on body parts of particular interest to the male Alpha mind.

“How are you still walking anyway? I saw you with at least seven different drinks.” Yep. He’d been watching.

Everyone liked being pampered sometimes. Sasan was happy to do so for Jim. He may have taken the opportunity to wiggle his hips a little as he walked off to get the supplies, as well.

He came back with a couple glasses of water, whatever generic painkiller he could find, and a very warm washcloth. As he got out tablets for them both to take, he grinned at Jim's question. "Oh, you noticed, did you?" How long had he been at the bar, anyway? "Well, I have a pretty good natural tolerance- and I may have worked that up some, too. I probably could've done twice that with no problem...ish." He waved his hand side-to-side to indicate that may not entirely be the case. Still, Sasan was remarkably steady for the amount he'd consumed.

"What? You usually don't drink that much in a night?" he asked, a little teasingly. Since coming here, Sasan hadn't been drinking nearly as much on a regular basis, either. It'd been a bit odd for him, but he actually had real work now, so cutting back just naturally happened.

Once Jim got some water, Sasan dabbed the wet washcloth over his lip. It was still quite warm, but he was sure it'd still sting at least a little. Still, it'd be good to get anything off of it that needed to be cleaned off, so it could heal properly.

When was the last time Jim had been with someone so irresistibly cute? He wasn't just talking appearance -- though that outfit, the hair, and the way he held himself did lend to a certain charm -- but how he spoke and the things he said, it just felt warming. Jim was actually blushing, but it had to do with the pain, the ice and then warmth, and the amount he'd had to drink. He was quite the drinker too, though he shot his alcohols hard and neat and a little scotch could go a long way.

"I use to drink very heavily until you started coming over to force me to binge watch things on Netflix." Force was not the right word. Jim had never said no and he'd stopped attempting to make him feel unwelcome when it was obvious that Sasan didn't take hints too well. Or didn't care. Or Jim himself wasn't trying nearly as hard as he should.

He didn't hiss or wince as Sasan finished cleaning him up. He just watched his mouth and marveled at the taste of it still on his lips.

"I think I prefer Netflix to that bar, though. Wow. I just said that. I'm getting old." He laughed, which pulled on his lip, and that did make him wince.

Sasan laughed along with Jim. "Guess I'm getting old, too, because I feel the same way. Or maybe we just found the best person to watch Netflix with." He was aware of Jim staring at his lips. He tried not to betray the fact that he was aware of it, as his mouth curved up into a smile. "Plus, that's the way you're supposed to do Netflix, or so I hear. Always marathon."

Maybe it was all right that they were both fairly boring all of a sudden. Sasan felt they both got plenty of excitement at work. (although clearly Jim got a little more than Sasan did)

He finally put the washcloth down. "There, all done. Can I help you to bed? You look like you're due to pass out anytime, now." Whether that was an accurate assessment or more teasing was hard to say. Regardless, Sasan was offering.

He should brush the product out of his hair and the remains of the blood and alcohol from his teeth. He should carefully take off his shoes and belt, hang up his shirt, and get into a pair of sleeping pants. There was a routine to getting ready for bed, and Jim tended to follow it because there was something normal about that. Tonight would be a new sort of normal, the kind where he wouldn't be at it alone, where someone else's fingers would be on the buttons of his shirt.

He'd not wanted to push anything. He wasn't quite in his right mind and he had no idea about Sasan. This was new territory here, and once again Jim didn't seem to be capable of doing anything the normal way.

Still, it felt good to win a potential Omega through a fist fight and some Alpha posturing. And it felt good to stand in his bedroom and undress one too. Jim nuzzled against Sasan's ear once they were both bare chested. The hair on Sasan was new to him but he liked it, even as his hands stayed at his waist and never traveled higher or lower. They would have to get into bed soon, but for the moment, Jim was just getting to know Sasan a little better physically.

Sasan was happy to help Jim with his routine. He wasn't sure if Jim would want him to stay here or on the couch. But when he wasn't dismissed in any way, he let himself enjoy this ritual of putting them to bed. It was quiet and intimate, and Sasan had never known he wanted things just this way. Jim got his shirt off, and then pressed close. Sasan took the opportunity to lightly kiss Jim's shoulder and press his face to the crook of Jim's neck. The Alpha smelled of hard liquor and sweat, and Sasan hoped he could just memorize it.

His hands brushed over Jim's bare arms, but he didn't go anywhere beyond that, really. Sasan pulled his pants down and left himself in boxers. That was hopefully not crossing the line, but he didn't want to sleep in skinny jeans- that could probably mess up circulation or something, right?

He breathed a happy sigh and tugged Jim lightly to the bed. "It's really hard not to kiss you right now, you know," he said quietly, a tired smile gracing his features. "And your hair is still amazing." Sasan's was all messed up, at this point.

"You can kiss me," Jim promised as he stepped over Sasan's jeans. He was eternally fascinated over what the other chose to wear and that extended, it seemed, to what went on beneath the surface. Jim's underwear happened to be mid-thigh jockeys with a low rose waistband in dark grey. Against white sheets and his naturally tanned skin, it would look beyond amazing, but he didn't wear them for their looks, just their comfort.

He'd been trying to behave himself in all of this since it was his own rule, but Jim found a desire to lightly stroke down the curve of his spine towards where the roundness of his ass fitted into that underwear. He wanted to follow that along with his lips--

Maybe he shouldn't have asked Sasan to stay. He had trouble controlling himself at this particular moment. He wished he could blame his hormones but he just didn't go into rut. This was all Sasan's doing.

Sasan's underwear, oddly enough, was one thing he didn't plan at all today. He just wore his most comfortable pair of black boxer-briefs. Clearly, he wasn't intending on taking clothes off today. Jim did look amazing, of course- Sasan wasn't expecting anything else. As close as they were, Sasan only got glimpses of muscles and other definition, and it was delicious that way.

When he got permission to kiss, Sasan laughed with a quiet, breathy tone. "Okay, but if I hurt your lip again, I'll stop." He leaned in and started with Jim's cheek, cupping the Alpha's face in his hands. He moved slowly and methodically to Jim's lips. He wouldn't linger there (not unless Jim wanted him to), but he wanted to taste those lips again.

Sasan promised himself he wouldn't let this go too far. Jim had said they should wait till tomorrow before they tried again. And Jim was probably farther gone than he was, drinking-wise. But Sasan just couldn't resist that face when given permission, for the moment.

The only time Jim winced was when they were getting settled back into bed. It was just difficult not to, ribs bruised and the softness of the mattress not offering him much support. He still insisted on holding Sasan to sleep, though, not because it didn't hurt but because it felt good to nudge his nose against the hair at the back of his neck.

Jim wasn't really that complicated. He liked very simple things. Sasan had just been so... Strange.

And now he was everything to him. Okay. Maybe that was getting head of himself.

Jack and Gabriel were just about getting home as well, though home for them was a very nice hotel room until they could find and purchase a place to live. Jack was pretty amused, not just because of Gabriel's warring desires for modernity and homeliness, but because watching Sasan and Jim limping down the street in front of the restaurant they were seated on the second floor of at the time.

This entire day had been nicer than Gabriel had ever expected, and he already felt settled in his new role of the Expecting. He'd spent his extra hours before dinner looking up pregnancy books and researching everything he could, then they had a fantastic dinner that truly felt extravagant. They talked nearly the entire time, plans and homes and whatever came to mind.

Gabriel had gone back to playing with the app they'd called up on the tablet, in order to look at homes. He was about to point one out (he was particularly excited about it), but saw Jack's attention was elsewhere. Huh, that was a very familiar couple of figures down there. "Wow, what happened?" he asked, his own amusement adding to Jack's. "Guess Jim finally got a fight."

He considered yelling down at them, but they both looked off in their own world. As usual. "Are those two together yet?" he asked with a smirk. "I know we took it fast, but they don't have to compensate for it."

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