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Alpha/Beta/Omega

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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"This is supposed to be an indulgence for you. No one explained the parameters to you ahead of time so you could plan? I'm to keep you above ground a minimum of four hours and a maximum of six. If you are inclined to damage persons or property I'm to call in some sort of specialised SWAT team, do us both a favour and let's not have any of that."

The man cast a bit of a questioning look over his shoulder (and upwards, the height difference was not negligible) before facing forward again as he continued walking toward the exit.

"You have no real sense of what's out there, do you. You aren't able to state a preference. So what do you want? What actually makes this a reward for you?"

At the security station before the elevator they were both subjected to a retinal scan. After suffering through that, and the minder did seem to behave as if he were suffering, they were able to get into the elevator and the man verbally commanded it to take them to the ground floor.

There he gave his charge a steady questioning look, staying completely silent. They were inside the compound, of course the lift was bugged so it would be idiotic to speak here, but the gaze was a quiet signal that questions were coming.

"I'm sorry, did you just imply you'd been thrown to me as a reward?"

He wants to know, eyebrows lifting. The phrasing is deliberately... slightly off.

"Well, in that case, I do think a lovely day seeing what the city centre has to offer would be appreciated. Perhaps we'd best start with Starfleet campus?"

They can chit chat until they get to safety.

The phrasing is very off as far as the other man is concerned, he does not allow himself to be thrown, he is nobody's to offer up as a "gift" particularly to a low-status prisoner, and the fact that his companion could even imagine the possibility was a serious affront. Had he somehow failed to convey his crushing social dominance in this situation?

All that was conveyed with a small unpleasant smile.

"Even if we limited our scope to the buildings used only by the Academy we couldn't see half of them in the time we have. There are several Federation embassies nearby, they tend to be very welcoming to visitors."

Entertaining places, yes. Of practical value? Not very likely. A perfect suggestion to make in this setting, acting as if they were planning to go somewhere truly boring would not be credible. Then again, nobody in this place had enough brain cells to understand that. Oh well, it's worth staying in practice!

The amount of time between the careful act of having his suppressant implant subtly sabotaged and suffering the effects was much shorter than the medical "consultant" had anticipated.

It wasn't that Jim went immediately into heat, not at all. He hadn't even reached normal dormant levels of hormones yet. No one else showed any sign of noticing the change in his pheromones, all the Betas around him weren't nearly sensitive enough and every Alpha he might come across was under the influence of complete olfactory blocking and didn't emit a single molecule of Alpha pheromones. Everything seemed perfectly civilised.

Right up until the door pulled open on the room Khan was waiting in when Moriarty showed up for their scheduled weekly "walkies." The displaced diplomat's eyes went wide and he grabbed onto the door frame just in case his knees decided to weaken.

"Call medical," he whispered, breathlessly. That was the plan, when one or the other of them started showing blatant symptoms they would summon the (carefully briefed co-conspirator) medical team to verify their delicate conditions.

Khan isn't entirely without self-control. And really, the scent isn't that bad yet; he isn't sure if Moriarty's knees buckling is (admittedly very pretty) artifice, or if Khan himself is a little more used to being around Omegas verging on the edge of a heat, but rather than being an urgent slam of lust it's rather more like the pleasant lure of hot banana bread in the oven. That's nice, I'd rather like some of that. That sort of thing.

Still, his hand reaches for the call button pretty damn fast, and soon men and women in blue are charging in their direction.

He has no idea what Jim is playing at, but it's bound to be good.

Regaining his presence of mind quickly enough to lunge for the Alpha and establish a death-grip on his shirt, he was well-situated when the room was properly stormed. It was perfectly according to plan, of course. Khan, the "dangerous" one, was completely rational and well-behaved while Moriarty, the one who could have come off as a victim was the one throwing a fit.

He whipped his head around and snarled at the emergency responders, who really had no idea what to make of this bizarre scene.

"Stay away from him! He's MINE!"

One of them was waving a tri-corder in the air, searching for the wrong data entirely. The others looked to Khan hoping for some kind of explanation.

"Heat wrath."

He observes, voice low and just growling enough that everyone takes two short steps back. A tricorder chirps unhappily.

"We'll need a room with a little privacy, water, rations, and fresh linen. You'll want to move now."

Because the way Jim is playing, it doesn't look like they're supposed to have long.

The highest ranking physician knit his brow in frustration. "Heat what?"

The wielder of the tricorder glanced up in a way he thought was furtive. Yes, a co-consipirator. He selected new search parameters.

"Professor James Moriarty, medical file shows that he's an intact Omega. Advance directives indicate he does NOT want to be separated from a potential mate in the event of an unexpected reproductive reaction... Commander John Harrison, intact Alpha. Both sets of vital signs stable."

The others looked at the tricorder holder oddly, they had never seen this sort of thing happen before. Then they looked back to the affected... um... potential rare reproductive type mates?

The head doctor spoke up first. "For God's sake! Are EITHER of you competent to provide informed consent?"

Jim glared at him, seemingly calmed by Khan's ability to make them cower. "I'm mentally competent. DON'T try to take him away from me or that might change very quickly."

"I wish to state for my medical records that my consent is freely given, informed, and tinged with hilarity. I don't know if there's a box to tick for that, but do try to add it in if at all possible."

Khan adds, grabbing Jim by the nape of the neck and pulling him in close, so his forehead will tuck against his shoulder, thumb pressing in against tendon in a very primal gesture to order him to settle.

The acerbic commentary convinces the doctor more than anything else, and soon they're being locked onto with a transporter and beamed somewhere private, since Jim is a little volatile right now for a run through a hall.

Jim gasped in a very long, very startled breath when it happened. After a few shudders of reflexive attempt to struggle against the response like a drowning person might fight a lifeguard, he curled up against the Alpha with a docility completely foreign to his normal personality.

Somewhere private like one of the specially-engineered rural facilities rented out to those few who reside on Earth and wish to mate traditionally. The perimeter would be large, well-guarded, the cottage would be very well equipped, and not even the paranoid Admiral Marcus was at all interested in listening to the proceedings in the VERY unlikely chance that either of them would say anything coherent. It would take about ten minutes to arrange.

"I cannot possibly understand why there are people who would choose to go through this when they don't have to," he murmured, not caring at all to look up and survey their environment.

"Which begs the question, why did you feel that you had to?"

He wants to know, as soon as they're away and private. He's got Jim up in his arms, now, though he can't quite manage to remember giving in to the instinct to lift him. He's walking him towards where he suspects the bedroom will be.

They get to the kitchen, first, but it isn't a bad idea to stop for water, so he sets his charming captor down very delicately, runs a soothing hand over his throat, then steps away to go get them a drink.

"It's an interesting strategy, I'll give you that."

Jim manages to regain his feet, and his composure, in an inverse relationship to the Alpha's proximity.

"Because I've got a plan, most of it already set in motion, that will allow me to rip my collar off and shove it down Marcus's throat. You would be quite a help in the execution but there's no chance you'll agree to it unless it buys you what YOU are after as well. To add that in we'll need to work together, at least as far as me leaving you a clear path to take care of your business by yourself."

His expression turned to one of discomfort. "It's like being hammered in the face with ice picks."

"Have I done or said something that has confused you into the impression that you know the slightest thing about who I am, or what my business is?"

He asks, approaching him again, with a threat in his step and water in his hand.

He watches Jim, curious to see if and how he reacts.

"Do you really consider yourself collared?"

"Oh take your cloak-and-dagger mysterious bullshit and shove it up your ass already! I practically invented the game and I get craftier adversaries than you with my breakfast cereal!"

It seemed that Jim was reacting with serious irritation along with an even bigger drop in intelligent mental functioning than was normal.

"And don't act so bloody eager! It's going to take at least twenty-four hours for my body to mature enough to go into heat!

"Half that, if I bite you just right."

He promises him, but just gives him the water and nods at him to drink. They'll need it, and badly.

"Not that you'd know a thing about that. This stilted culture of yours leaves so much territory uncharted. Any one of my people would have had more than a dozen heats by your age, they'd know just how to ride through it."

Instead of taking the water the Omega grimaces in pain, making a hissing sound.

"Would you bloody listen to me?! You're talking about people who have undergone normal development. Even back in YOUR day no one was put on suppressants until they were ten years old. There are physical limits to how fast my cells can divide in an effort to catch up, no matter HOW you bite me you can't activate glands that aren't even there yet!"

"I understand that, but for most couples, touching doesn't begin when you hit the full swing of a heat."

He points out, seriously.

"I'm not going to argue with you about this, and I'm not going to touch you until you want it. Now drink."

As the wave of pain subsided Jim made a soft whining noise, then immediately wrinkled his nose in distaste at hearing himself. He reached for the water with no hint of further argument and was halfway through with it before taking a pause to breathe.

"I want you to touch me. Jesus fuck I want it, almost as much as I want painkillers and tranquillisers but I've made sure I have no access to THOSE, that would cloud my head enough to defeat the entire purpose."

"Tell me you're on birth control."

He murmurs, stepping in and touching him, albeit just one hand on his knee. He locks eyes with him, an order not to lie about this.

"Didn't lock those away with the pain killers and tranquilizers?"

The look he gives back in return is melodramatic enough to be absurd, meant to peel paint off the walls.

"I'm not an idiot no matter WHAT you think, the implant I have to prevent gamete formation AND the neural shunt I had put in to prevent actual bonding are both functioning perfectly, thank you very much, now stop acting like I have no fucking clue what I'm doing here."

"Idiotic enough to orchestrate a sexual awakening, not quite so idiotic as to orchestrate a bond or breeding. All right, now we've located you on the sliding scale of inappropriate acts to use for political machinations."

Taunting him, softly. Jim just makes it so very easy.

"Try 'masochistic,' but if I had any idea how bloody painful it was going to be I would have thought of something better. You're not so attractive that the mating itself could make it worthwhile."

Easy, perhaps, but taunting was a game Moriarty used to make other people lose their composure, it didn't threaten his own.

"Do you always lash out like this?"

He wants to know, unruffled, holding the water bottle up for him to drink again.

"Only when other people waste my time after I go through serious work to buy it in the first place."

He reached for the bottle with no hesitation or complaint and drank. Pragmatism? Obedience? It would likely be very difficult to sort out, with an Alpha-like brain going through first heat.

"You haven't convinced me to buy what you're selling. You got us here, congratulations, you want to slip Marcus. I don't have the faintest reason to want to help you with that, any reason to believe you'd be able to do it, or fundamentally any reason to do anything other than enjoy the fuck."

He points out, leaning in and giving his ear a not-so-tender nip.

It's an invitation; give him a reason.

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