107 107- Mark Me Yours

Scott sighed contentedly in his dream. He was surrounded by mountains of soft, fluffy pillows. Or were they clouds? It was hard to tell. Ryan was in his dream too. He loved dreaming about Ryan.

Dream Ryan was being particularly and delightfully naughty. Dream Ryan kept rubbing against his leg, a positively lewd expression on his face. Sometimes he and Dream Ryan had clothes on, sometimes they didn't. Scott could tell Dream Ryan was trying to say something, but he couldn't quite make out what it was. Dream Ryan seemed truly desperate, practically humping his thigh.

Scott loved dreams like this. He reached out, wanting to touch all the sensitive areas he knew would drive Ryan, and by extension Dream Ryan, absolutely crazy. But he couldn't move? Dream Ryan started kissing his face, and running his fingers through his chest hair. He wanted to tell Dream Ryan to do whatever he wanted with his body, but he couldn't talk either. So frustrating!

Dream Ryan was still desperately trying to tell him something, and some of his voice was finally coming through. "up... up... wake up..."

Around him the dream started to fall apart. Scott tried to grab and hold onto the threads of it just as desperately as Dream Ryan was trying to get off on him. He didn't want to wake up! He didn't want to leave his adorably horny Dream Ryan, it was just starting to get good!

"Wake up! I can't take it anymore!"

Ryan's desperate voice cut through the last bit of the dream's fog. Slowly Scott came back to reality. It was dark, sometime still in the middle of the night. The mattress was creaking rhythmically, and someone was licking his face. No, Ryan was licking his face. And, Ryan was humping his leg? Something smelled really good...

Ryan's heat! They'd stayed home the last few days waiting for it! Scott came awake practically all at once.

"Wake up!" Ryan demanded, shaking Scott now. "I need you inside me! I can't wait anymore! I need your d-"

Whatever Ryan was going to say was cut off by Scott's lips, and once Ryan realized that Scott was indeed, finally awake, all the effort he'd been using to control himself was thrown out the window. Ryan shifted so he was on top of Scott now, grinding his hips just as desperately as he was trying to devour Scott's tongue.

Scott was getting very, very drunk, very, very quickly. Ryan's pheromones invaded his senses and turned off all rational thought in his brain. Touch, smell, taste, sound, the sensitivity of everything increased exponentially. Ryan was in heat. His omega, his mate, was in heat. And now because of that, Scott was in rut.

Scott forcefully took control of the situation. He rolled over, pinning Ryan beneath him. The damned clothes had to go. They were in the way. A seam or two popped as Scott wrestled Ryan free of his sleep shirt and boxers. He definitely popped some stitches as he ripped his own bottoms off. There wasn't a thought in either's head for the welfare of their clothing. Not at a time like this.

Their lips crashed back together, and while Ryan's nails were busily digging into his shoulders, Scott got his now aching cock lined up with Ryan's absolutely dripping wet hole. There was no resistance going in. Ryan sucked him in greedily, wrapped his legs around him greedily, clung to him greedily.

Scott was ruthless in the initial attack unlike he'd ever been before. He forced Ryan's shoulders down into the mattress, pounding into his mate like his life depended on it. Everything was on fire with pleasure. Ryan was going to be his, and this time, nobody could stop him. He dared anyone to stop him.

Ryan gasped in pleasure with each thunk the headboard made when it collided with the wall. Without lighting in the room, Scott's darkness adjusted eyes were just able to make out the erotic expression on Ryan's face. Ryan was going to be his. He was going to make Ryan his.

Scott pulled out just enough to get Ryan's leg up over his head and get Ryan flipped face-first into the pillows. Now, he could see Ryan's neck clearly. Ryan was going to be his. He continued his forceful thrusts, burying himself hilt-deep each time with a rhythmic smack. He leaned forward, licking, kissing, nibbling that ever so important area between Ryan's hairline and his shoulders. So close. Ryan was so close to being his.

"...yours!" Ryan moaned, begging. "Mark me yours! I want to be your omega! I need to be yours! Ah--!"

Ryan cried out as Scott's teeth bit savagely into the exposed skin as he reached his climax. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, sweeter than any candy he'd ever tasted. He was panting, out of breath. His mate was panting, out of breath. His knot locked them together as he came. Ryan was his. He growled victoriously.

Instinctively, Scott started licking the wound he caused. He pulled Ryan's back close to his chest, wrapping around him protectively as he shifted so they were laying on their sides. Mating was a biologic lock, and much as he needed that dose of Ryan's DNA at the crucial time, Ryan needed his as well. Saliva to clean the blood, to stop the bleeding, to ensure that important bit of genetic marker made it where it needed to go. Sunlight started peeking through the curtains. Ryan was his.

Ryan was finally his.

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Michael crossed his arms in frustration, makeup brush in one hand and sponge in the other. "Dude. If you don't hold still and let me do my job..."

Ryan couldn't stop fidgeting, but he did his best to keep his face still so Michael could keep working. "I can't help it!"

"Don't tell me you're nervous after all the shit you two have been through. You two have been mates for almost four months! You can't possibly be getting cold feet now!"

"I'm not nervous!" Ryan countered, rubbing his mating mark almost like he was checking it was still there. "I'm excited!"

Michael took Ryan's chin in his hand and physically held his friend's head still. "And if you want me to cover this forehead scar of yours so bad without ruining your tux, you need to stay still!"

The day was finally here. It had taken some doing, and taking advantage of Michael's connections with city hall, but things were finally happening. On this miraculously clear late summer afternoon, Scott and Ryan were getting married.

Ryan, in a white tuxedo, and Michael, in a turquoise suit and matching collar, were isolated in a little tent near the back of the venue. They'd managed to get permission to hold the event in the park, on the same bridge Scott had proposed to Ryan on nearly a year ago. They wouldn't have considered the location if reporters' interest in Ryan hadn't finally faded, but it was hard to believe so much time had passed already. Michael, for his part, had almost insisted Ryan had to get married before he did. He and Edwardo had plans to get mated soon though, tropical destination style.

Gail poked her head into the tent. "We're all set out here! Is the groom almost ready? Oh-!" she gave Ryan a once-over. "Ryan sweetheart, you look absolutely radiant!"

"Uncle Ryan! Uncle Ryan! Uncle Ryan!"

Ryan didn't even get a chance to thank his soon to be mother-in-law before Scott's cousin Sophie, the one he'd met at the Christmas party, came barging in with her little brother Damien in tow.

"Uncle Ryan!" she squealed excitedly, "Thank you for letting me be the flower girl at your wedding! Ohmygosh! You look so PRETTY!"

"Doesn't he?" Michael agreed, getting down on Sophie's level as Ryan patted the girl's head affectionately. "I'm almost done with your Uncle Ryan's makeup though, and the sooner I'm done, the sooner we can get started, and the sooner we can all eat some yummy cake!"

The promise of cake was more than enough for Sophia to be perfectly content to leave them alone after a round of hugs, but Damien refused to leave before he gave Ryan a very wilted dandelion he must have been carrying around for a while. Only after Ryan pinned it in with the flowers on his boutonniere did little Damien chase happily after his sister. Gail left after a quick hug too, so she could tell everyone Ryan was almost ready.

With a little more blending and a hint of color on the lips, Michael triumphantly held a mirror up for Ryan to examine himself. "So? Told you I was good, right?"

Ryan marveled at the face that looked back at him. No scarring, no eye bags, his features were made delicate without being too feminine. He couldn't help but smile. "Scott's going to flip when he sees me like this!"

Michael grinned too. "I told you! I bet your man pops a stiffy the instant he lays eyes on you! Now, close your eyes. I've got to use some setting spray so my hard work doesn't smudge when you two shove cake in your face."

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Outside, everything was indeed in place. It was a small affair, just a few family members along with Michael and his fiance Edwardo. Edwardo was currently busy taking photographs, as his wedding present to the couple. His and Michael's photography studio was doing wonderfully, especially once the city's PR campaign started and the photos Michael had spent so much time working on were so prominently displayed across the city. There were even several banners from the so-called "Human Too" initiative inspired from the Justice for Omegas movement hanging in the park from the decorative lamp posts. Sentiments about omegas were changing for the better. Slowly changing, but at least it was for the better.

Ryan wasn't the only one having trouble not letting his excitement get the better of him either. Scott was completely restless. His work colleague, and best man Dr. Bromsfeld was pacing back and forth with him, assuring Scott that everything was going to go smoothly. Some of it was excitement, some of it was nerves, most of it was impatience. Sure, he and Ryan were already mates. That wasn't going to change. In fact, the morning he and Ryan became mates was even now a very vivid memory for him. And it had led to several days straight of absolutely amazing sex... But that was private. This was their public bonding, when he and Ryan officially became family in the eyes of the law.

So, that restless energy got converted to pacing.

"He's ready!"

Michael's voice called out clearly from the entrance to the little tent they'd set up to keep Scott and Ryan separated before the ceremony. In an instant, everything ran like clockwork. The wedding party moved to their marks, and the guests took their seats in quiet anticipation. Scott's sister Elizabeth had volunteered to handle the music, so she was playing DJ from her seat with her phone and a portable speaker.

The music started. With it being a small ceremony, there wasn't much to the processional. Scott walked between the aisles of chairs with his best man, fidgeting the whole time. Next walked Scott's parents, each carrying a bouquet of flowers. When they got to the front row, they gently placed the flowers on two of the chairs marked "reserved" before taking their seats on the opposite side. This was Ryan and Scott's idea to ensure Ryan's grandparents were included in spirit, and Scott had to remind himself not to cry. He hoped Ryan's grandparents approved of him. Maybe they did, considering what a beautiful day this was.

Sophie walked down the aisle next, with her little brother as the ring bearer. She was very happily throwing whole fistfuls of flower petals into the air, and skipping along as her brother Damien followed behind her, delighted by the whole spectacle of it as he carried his little pillow with the fake rings. Their mother had moved to wait for them at the end of the aisle, and after they were securely seated between their parents, Elizabeth changed the music.

All eyes turned to the little white tent. The bridal march was playing.