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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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"You're the disaster that will topple his little empire, and in doing so will expose him in ways that will allow me to prove that he is the greatest evil of our time."

There was several seconds' pause, during which Jim clutched his belly and rasped out a few more breaths in an attempt to avoid holding his breath long enough to make himself pass out. As soon as he could he resumed speaking, evidently not believing that he would have a chance to do so later.

"The details of that disaster will depend on which of your pretty inventions you want to take with you when you go, what you want people to believe after you're gone, how difficult it will be to retrieve the item or items that are being held hostage... and just how wide a swath of destruction you can be persuaded to leave behind in the process."

"And if I do it, if I burn the place to the ground for you,"

Something he's seriously considering, in fact.

"What guarantee will I have that it will play out in my favour? How would you assure me that their lives would not be forfeit?"

Because there's a window, a moment between Khan striking the first blow, and his crew being in Marcus's care, where nothing will keep them from being snuffed out in their sleep.

"'Their lives,' hm? So I should narrow my most serious digging to humanoid prisoners then?"

There was no gloating in Moriarty's voice, this was so far from their usual paranoid dancing around that comparing the situations was laughable. Carefully, he slid to the ground so he could head over to the bathroom and Khan. Coming closer to the Alpha again was disorienting, dizzying.

"Very simple. You don't lift a finger until I have them completely secured. If you want to take all your invented toys along, and I suggest you do for more than one reason, then having them loaded on board will be taken care of while you're on your way to your getaway ship."

"You have the resources to locate seventy two human hostages, currently held in cryotubes?"

Because the cards are down, now. He needs to truly understand Moriarty's capabilities, and if he can count on them.

"Cryotubes? Easier done than said. You see, Marcus has made the foolish error of giving me access, either intentionally or unintentionally, to every last paint-chip of munitions and supplies he controls. I know where he's keeping it all and I can get my hands on the keys without even trying. Size, shape, mass, temperature, if I can't tell you where he's keeping it off the top of my head then I know exactly where to look it up."

Jim presses his face into the side of Khan's neck, breathing in deep.

"The idiot thinks that just because I can't find out what it's all supposed to do then I'm harmless."

"Good."

He agrees, moving to get him finally the rest of the way undressed and into his bath. They can put that one aside for now while he warms up, while the pain passes.

"How are you feeling now? Is it more or less intense than before?"

"Strange. It's still stabbing horribly like my insides are being sliced out but now there's a heavy ache to go with it."

He gazes in an unfocused way at Khan, trying to keep one of his hands in contact with the Alpha's arm.

"It's awful, but you, the smell of you, the way you look at me, is making me want to sleep through it. Almost as if I know I'll be defended so I can conserve my strength...

"After your bath, that's what we'll do. You can fall asleep in the water, if you like, I won't let you drown."

He promises, moving to roll his own shirt up to his sleeves. He'll wash him down; the touching will do him good.

Jim clutches at the sides of the tub and shivers as he's being washed.

"That... isn't supposed to feel like this..."

"This is precisely what this is supposed to feel like. What you're undergoing is medically very risky."

He reminds him, brushing his hair back.

"The only complications that are likely to cause trouble are failure of the reproductive tract to open without prying it open manually, and leaking ejaculate if my tissue isn't flexible enough to be able to accommodate a knot."

Jim gasps and clings to one of Khan's forearms with both hands. "You don't know just how strange this is to me, do you."

"We'll pry you open manually, if we need to. And I don't much mind a little bit of a mess."

He agrees, reaching out to soothe him, hands brushing over his face.

"I'll hold you while you sleep, will that help?"

He murmurs something about being fully grown and not at all partial to sharing a bed, then after a full-body tensing and a stifled whimper he lets his eyes flutter closed. Yet again pride can go fuck off, Moriarty really isn't used to this level of physical pain and if Khan's pheromones have some tranquillising effect he was going to take advantage of it.

Jim fell quickly into a light, restless sleep.

As soon as he deems him under, he lifts him carefully out of the bath and brings him off to the bed, shushing him as he goes to keep him drowsy, drying him enough he can sleep comfortably.

The pain will pass, he's sure, but he doesn't expect Moriarty will react well to the loss of control, and where that is concerned the worst is yet to come.

At this early stage at least, Moriarty would be easily comforted by Alpha pheromone-suffused bedding and clothing left near his face while he flitters in and out of consciousness. His pheromone production is getting stronger but it still indicates that he's in a pre-pubescent stage.

Khan has a bit of a break if he wants it and (almost as if be design?) Jim's PADD is not password-locked, has access to the first two tiers of Starfleet secure databases programmed into it, and a list of suggestions for useful public information sites to visit.

Including a scholarly article about how all the Augments died in the Eugenics War or were presumed dead, and when the labs that created them were finally discovered, somehow they had been scrubbed clean of all DNA samples and experimental data. No danger of clones...

...and hmm, therefore no way to make a true positive identification of any mysterious frozen specimens that might be lying around.

It's about eight hours later that Moriarty's restlessness turns into moaning, tossing, and turning. He curls more and more tightly into a foetal position as pain forces him back into consciousness.

Khan, by then, has stolen a little sleep of his own, pressed up against his back and breathing in against his shoulder, arm tangled tight about his waist so that he can't escape without rousing him. He comes to slowly, as Jim begins to shift. Men who live in dangerous times tend to be terminally light sleepers.

He rubs a hand up and down his side, as if telling, though still half unawares, that he still needs to be soothed some.

"Deep breaths."

"It's burning. It itches." Jim squirmed a little more.

"How long has it been? A few hours at least? Is there any thin fluid yet?" If no traces of slight slipperiness could be found in his rectum by now then it was very likely that his reproductive tract had failed to open on its own.

"Please tell me that my body can get SOMETHING right?"

"You're going to be all right."

He promises him, hands tracing down his back, between his legs, murmuring quiet encouragement to him.

"I suspect you're feeling the onset of the heat proper, now. Nothing abnormal."

"No, it's... there's supposed to be some sort of baseline thin fluid to keep the reproductive tract wet and clean. If there's not even a small opening it collects inside the ducts instead. Something about failure of apoptosis during artificial... "

Jim hissed in acute discomfort and tried to press against the Alpha's fingers. The delicate skin on the outside of his opening was starting to smooth out properly but otherwise he was swollen and dry inside and out. Inside, the opening to his reproductive tract which should have been a wide open ring was instead a long line, a tube pressed flat and crimped.

"Did you bring medical equipment? Can we have some beamed in? A speculum, forceps-"

He murmurs, lifting his fingers to at least wet them with spit, before slipping down to casually breach him. He forgets to ask if he can; his own instincts are roaring high, his mind says Jim is his now. He works deftly, trying to assess the extent of the problem, to see if he can coax him a little of the way there. He's known omegas who only need a little encouraging to have their bodies fall into place.

"A speculum? What kind of bloody medieval torture are you planning?"

Moriarty kept squirming, the sort of movement classically associated with rubbing on a sore body part and trying to scratch a maddening itch all at once but somehow hadn't made the mental leap that it actually was possible to reach the area directly. The sharp moan of discomfort he makes as Khan examines him has a distinct offended tone.

"Do you actually have your hand up my... AAH!"

The tissue is soundly closed but definitely soft and ripe enough to be worked open without danger. Pain, yes. Minor bleeding, probably. The prying open process will require a rather firm touch but Jim's reproductive structures have already matured to the point that they can easily take much more punishment than will be required to rescue him from serious health complications.

It's quite unusual, of course, for someone with near-adult anatomy to suffer from a young child's problem.

"It might be easier. But then again-"

He bears him down backwards, settling over him, fingertips stroking deeper, insistent, cataloging with sensitive fingertips the dip in his raw skin, leaning in to nip his ear, to settle him.

"It's going to hurt."

The little touch of teeth on an ear might be effective for other Omegas but for Jim it's simply a way to spur him into harder struggling and more serious irritation. He's certainly struggling vigorously now. Though he's helpless against the Augment's strength, his body weight doesn't necessarily have any leverage to it.

"Motherfucking-- OW! STOP you idiot! You're doing it wrong!"

No, of course Khan wasn't doing it wrong. The main problem is that his tissue is already inflamed from the pressure of the trapped fluid, even a simple touch examination was enough to cause stabbing pain.

He moves to pin him better, one hand on his throat to give him something else to worry about, legs trapping Jim's apart, as he manages the first hint of a breach, feels his fingertip push in and find purchase.

"I just need to press far enough that the seal gives, then this is going to get much, much easier for you, pet."

He reassures him, softly, though until it does he suspects it'll be cold comfort.

The small adjustments to the Alpha's hold made it quite solid, but it was the hand on Moriarty's neck that made it truly effective. He immediately stopped struggling and went tense like a bow suddenly drawn, his back arched as far as he could physically manage. The back arching in particular forced him into the classic receptive mating position. This was not only very convenient in that it provided Khan with an ideal angle for good access and natural anatomical shape, but it also served to stimulate Jim's slow-to-waken Omega behaviour instincts.

Unfortunately, Jim did not appreciate that aspect of the experience. Or any of it really, at least in this moment, but he was in no position to complain. Or sulk. Or whimper. All he could do was tremble from pain and outrage, and was using that ability to its full extent.

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