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[18/?] (I'm baaaaaaack!)

As the days turn into weeks, everything changes. It’s a series of little changes, though. Craig’s life seems to rearrange itself organically as the days go by. Nights that were once spent pretending to review his school work alone in the dark are now spent sitting side by side with Tweek as they watch shitty movies in the soft glow of his laptop. Moments that would have been spent unsatisfactorily scrolling social media on his phone with no particular purpose in mind are now spent scrutinizing various images of handwritten schedules and cross-referencing his own obligations in order to maximize opportunities to invite Tweek over to spend time together. He’s even tried a variety of new foods and restaurants he never thought about before– it’s been easy to open his mind to new things with his omega by his side chattering about various cravings for specific flavors and food items. Even when Craig hasn’t particularly enjoyed a meal, he still finds himself happily eating it anyway. After all, there’s something uniquely satisfying about sharing dinner with someone who so clearly and genuinely experiences comfort and gratitude from the itch of a craving having been scratched.

It’s strangely addicting, spending all his free time with Tweek. There are scheduling conflicts here and there, seeing as his parents are less than reliable with a regular schedule at the coffee shop. Sometimes it seems as though there will be full weeks in which they won’t be afforded a chance to spend even one evening together. Craig spends time in his classes bored out of his mind and generally unable to focus on whatever flippant subject matter his professors drone about. It seems unfair that he’s stuck in a room taking notes on things he sincerely has no interest in while Tweek is left alone and probably lonely in his own dorm room. And so, Craig begins to strategically plan when he will ditch his classes. He reasons this isn’t such a bad thing in the end, considering that now that he’s paired with a mate, he won’t be missing any classes due to being in a rut. While in a rut, he could be missing out on important content or imperative exams. With his mind clear and plan in place, he figures he can get away with only missing out on days in class that aren’t of the utmost priority. It’s worth it, he decides, because he rationalizes shit he can simply google or content he can catch up on later should definitely be taking a back seat to providing an adequate level of emotional support to his pregnant omega. Even though his plan in action seems perfectly logical in his mind, he keeps it a secret from Tweek. He doesn’t want to worry him. So he lets him believe that the scheduling, despite the many odd and random changes that his parents implement, continues to work out in their favor miraculously.

The only trouble is, as the weeks turn into months, nothing changes at all. Craig feels like he’s in a rut, and not at all in the hormonal sense. The fact of the matter is that although Craig feels happier and more complacent these days than he ever has before in his life, the elephant in the room has still largely gone unaddressed. As the minutes and hours and days progress ever forward, it becomes all the more challenging to face that impending discussion. Tweek’s belly has started to protrude a bit, too, and it’s pretty clear that it isn’t the result of too many nights of take-out food. There’s no denying it– the result of the fateful night they met in the showers continues to grow and develop inside Tweek’s omega womb and there is no going back. And yet… the pair continue to exist inside their tenuous, self-imposed bubble of feigned ignorance. Not only does Craig not know what to do about it, he is not even sure if he could find someone to confide in for help.

The nagging truth gnaws at him even now, as he sits next to Tweek on the old, battered couch in his single-dwelling dormitory. It’s getting late, and the remaining bits of food in their discarded to-go boxes have long gone cold. Tweek looks exhausted. Granted, the ever-present bags under his eyes lead to a perpetual look of tiredness, but Craig has learned how to read the signs a bit better over time. He’s sluggish and a bit curled in on himself, and the usual string of garbled yelps and rambling stories that Tweek perpetually emits have slowed down drastically. It’s clear to Craig that he’s legitimately sleepy. As their usual routine dictates, Craig will read into the cues and then offer to walk Tweek across the courtyard and drop him off at his own dorm. Once offered, Tweek will politely decline each and every time and insist he is perfectly capable of walking himself the short distance back to his own bed. Then the pair will quietly tidy up whatever mess they’ve made, and Craig will walk Tweek to the door. They’ll share an awkward glance, never certain and never willing to establish where the boundaries lie between them, and err on the side of caution and make no physical contact. After a bit of nervous hemming and hawing, Tweek will promise to text Craig his updated schedule, and Craig will agree to let Tweek know when he can come over again. And that is where the night will end. Craig knows this because it’s what happens each and every time without fail. Still, Tweek does seem like he’s at a good point for this evening to come to an end, so Craig starts up with the script.

“Do you want me to walk you home?”

“Ack!” Tweek shoots straight up in his seat, suddenly startled and alert.

It’s not the exact response Craig expected, but a largely unprompted shriek is a fairly typical contender in the realm of Tweek reactions so Craig hardly bats an eye at this. He does, however, assume this is a stand-in reply for the usual, so he starts to stand up and proceed with the formulaic series of events.

“Wait…” Tweek says meekly, talking a bit towards his chest. “Actually, argh, oh god… Can… Can I stay a bit longer…?”

That was not the response Craig was expecting at all. He slowly sits back down on his end of the couch and raises an eyebrow in Tweek’s direction.

“Sure,” he agrees casually. “You just seem tired.”

“Ah, I am,” Tweek chortles nervously and wrings his hands together. “It’s just, ahh… Hmm. Well, I know Kenny is still awake…”

“Okay…?”

Craig leans forward and studies him. At face value, these should be two entirely separate thoughts. But since they’re not, Craig has grown instantly suspicious. He waits for Tweek to elaborate, but when nothing comes, he picks at the statement a bit deeper.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Craig asks slowly. “So you won’t wake up your roommate when you walk in?”

“Ah, well…” Tweek hesitates and attempts to deflect. “It’s just… I don’t really have a big coat or anything. Do you, mmph, have one I could borrow?”

“You never wear a coat,” Craig states plainly. “And it’s not that cold out. Are you cold?”

Craig looks him up and down skeptically. He doesn’t look cold. In fact, he actually looks like he might be on the verge of breaking a sweat.

“N…No…” Tweek admits.

They stare at each other for a moment and then Tweek makes a strained, garbled sound.

“I don’t want to walk in and let Kenny see me like this!”

“...what do you mean?”

“You know…” Tweek moans and vaguely gestures to his midsection.

“Wait…” Craig squints and pieces it together. “You don’t want him to see your… bump?”

Tweek can only wail and clutch at big clumps of his hair in response.

“Tweek, have you seriously not told your roommate that you’re pregnant?!” Craig spits out, incredulously. “I understood at first, but dude, you literally can’t hide it forever! How long do you think you can get away with ignoring it?!”

“I don’t know, Craig!” Tweek shoots back in a frantic rapid fire of words.

“Dude,” Craig splutters emphatically, trying to formulate some thoughts while remaining as calm as he can. “Have you told anyone? Tell me you’ve at least told your parents.”

“I can’t tell my parents!” Tweek shrieks at a volume much too loud for this time of the evening.

“Dude!”

“You don’t understand, Craig!” Tweek’s hands and eyes suddenly can’t seem to remain still as the panic starts to grip him. “They’ll send me away! They can’t know I’m an omega, Craig! They’ll… graghragh… they’ll figure out how to exploit me, man… They’ll use the baby for some marketing scheme and then they’ll send me away to some underground sex labor institution to keep me in heat and sell my body to weird alphas! WAAUUGHH! I can’t live like that, man! And they’ll do it! They’ve been trying to think of ways to afford renovations! They’ll sell my body like a piece of meat!!”

“Okay, Tweek, I think that’s maybe a little drastic-”

“They’ll do it, Craig!” Tweek interjects, adamant and shrill.

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain why you haven’t told the guy you live with,” Craig tries to veer the conversation back on track.

“Nobody can know!”

“Well, they’re gonna know soon enough, Tweek!” Craig exclaims incredulously and gestures at his belly. “You’re fucking pregnant, dude, you can’t really keep that a secret!”

Tweek gasps at this and the fear written on his face quickly morphs into sorrow. His arms wrap around himself, giving the appearance that he’s giving himself a tight hug.

“I’m scared, Craig,” he whispers into his chest, either refusing or unable to look up. “I don’t know what to do.”

Remorse for the outburst hits Craig like a train. It should have been so obvious that Tweek is scared. He’s not just avoidant or careless at all. Craig scoots closer to bridge the gap between them on the couch and places a hand on Tweek’s shoulder.

“Look… I’m sorry,” he offers clumsily. “I shouldn’t have yelled just now.”

Tweek doesn’t respond– he just shivers in place, failing to hold back the impending tears. When they fall, Craig can’t help himself. His heart aches and he acts without thinking. His arms fully reach out to coil around Tweek and he pulls him close until his head rests on his shoulder. Craig cards his hands through Tweek’s wild, blonde hair and keeps him there until the quaking slows and the crying dwindles to mere shudders. Maybe it’s very selfish of him, but Craig can inwardly admit that he missed this. It’s like back when they were fresh, and before they had swept the messy details under the rug. He lets out a heavy sigh.

“You can stay as long as you want,” Craig eventually says, and Tweek replies only with a small nod against his tear-soaked hoodie. “Do you work tomorrow?”

Tweek peels himself up from in between Craig’s arms and sits a bit more properly on the couch. He takes a moment to compose himself before answering.

“No,” he says after wiping his eyes on the corners of his sleeve. “Tomorrow’s supposed to be my day off.”

“Hmm,” Craig hums, mind whirling a bit slower than his mouth and he blurts out an idea before the thoughts fully formulate. “Do you want to…stay the night?”

Tweek has never spent the night aside from that first time. He’s never asked, and Craig has never offered. But now it’s out in the open and Craig can’t take it back. Tweek looks surprised at the suggestion, and Craig can only imagine he looks a bit startled with himself, too.

“Don’t you, ngh, have class tomorrow?”

“No,” Craig blurts out the lie, perhaps a bit too quickly. “It canceled.”

“Mmm,” Tweek narrows his eyes at this but otherwise doesn’t question the statement. “Well, that’s a lucky coincidence.”

“Yeah,” Craig agrees.

He takes the simple fact that Tweek didn’t immediately decline the offer as a sign. So he doubles down on it. He can figure out whatever he misses tomorrow at a later time. The situation at hand feels more important. It feels like something he should be prioritizing.

“So, do you?” Craig puts the cards on the table again, so to speak. “You can stay the night here. If you want. I think it’ll be good for us. We should talk.”

Tweek fiddles with the hem of his shirt. A long beat passes where neither of them says anything. Craig feels like he’s disintegrating from the inside out. Part of him knows it’s not a big deal, but another part can’t stand the uncertainty and it makes him squirm uncomfortably.

“Ah,” Tweek finally makes a sound, but it’s followed by another pause before he finally answers the question with another question. “Are you… Nrgh, are you asking me to stay in your bed with you?”

Craig blinks a few times, processing that. He quickly realizes that this is indeed the reality of the situation. They’ve only shared a bed once, and it was under the exact circumstances of that arrangement that led them to the situation they are in right now. Somehow, acknowledging and returning to the same place together feels both comforting and harrowing all at once. Craig swallows thickly, though his mouth seems to have gone dry. Putting words to it feels so weird, but he does so as nonchalantly as he can. For Tweek’s sake, of course.

“I guess that’s what I’m asking, yeah,” he shrugs and can’t quite seem to make eye contact right now.

“Okay,” Tweek agrees after a moment.

It’s hard to read whatever emotion that was that he put into the word, but it was an agreement nevertheless. Craig tries not to look too eager as he finally feels courageous enough to face him again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tweek nods this time, a bit more affirmatively. “I think… I think it’ll be nice. Might make it a little easier to talk, hanhragh… you know, about all this.”

Emboldened by the somewhat positive turn of events, Craig rises to his feet and wordlessly offers Tweek a hand. Only a fleeting moment passes before Tweek accepts and heaves himself to stand as well. Once they’re both up, Craig doesn’t let go. And, as a pleasant surprise, Tweek doesn’t either. They shuffle together, hand in hand as their shoulders bump against one another until they reach the foot of the bed. Craig holds his breath. He can only hope this will at least be comfortable.

[19/?]

“So, talking about it,” Craig cringes at his own clumsy icebreaker as he stares at the ceiling of his bedroom.

They’ve been laying stiffly in his bed for the past five minutes without saying a word. And to make matters worse, it is in fact not comfortable. Even worse yet again, this was his idea in the first place and he doesn’t know where to go from here. Tweek gives him a noncommittal grunt in reply but otherwise doesn’t speak. It’s clear that Craig has to be the one to guide this discussion, but even here at the start of things he feels wildly lost and out of control. A twisted part of him almost prefers the lack of control of a rut, because at least in that scenario he hasn’t stupidly and intentionally brought it on himself. He wonders where to start with this– it’s not like he can say, ‘Well, gee, Tweek, you’re getting to a point where you’re pretty obviously pregnant but you haven’t told a soul! And, well, heck! You and I haven’t discussed a single thing about what we’re gonna do about it!’ He wants to kick himself in the nuts just for having sarcastically thought this. Craig frowns for a while, struggling to find a good place to kick it off properly. Another silent yet stressful bout of time passes, and finally, he strings together a sentence he hopes will be tactful enough.

“I can’t really decide who you should or shouldn’t tell about it, Tweek,” he bites his tongue and pauses to attempt to gauge Tweek’s reaction. “But… there comes a point where you and I can’t put it off anymore. The inevitable is gonna happen, and you’re gonna have that baby. Even if we’re the only ones who talk about it, that’s really major. We should at least go into it with some kind of a plan.”

“I know,” Tweek groans to his side. “Argh, I know that, Craig! It’s just… hnngh, every time I start thinking about the future too much I start panicking, man. It’s so overwhelming! I know I’m not the best for these big emotional conversations in the first place, but… This shit in particular is almost too much to handle. It’s not like I want to lock you out or anything like that, dude. It’s more like… I feel like I’m not capable of getting into it.”

“I at least want you to trust that I have both of our best interests in mind, Tweek,” Craig disclaims in an attempt to reassure him. “I mean, I’m pretty terrible at this, too. Kinda takes two to not have an important conversation.”

This earns him a little chuckle from Tweek, and a fleeting sense of both pride and relief washes over him.

“Look, at the end of the day, I just want you to be able to tell me about how all this is going,” Craig continues. “You’re my mate, so I want to take care of you in whatever way that means.”

“Wait…” Tweek rolls over in order to better face him. “What… did you just call me?”

“Uhh… my mate?” Craig repeats back a bit sheepishly.

“I didn’t realize you felt that way about me,” Tweek states in a way that sounds somehow both flattered and insulted all at once.

“Well!” Craig practically yelps. “I mean, I got you pregnant, Tweek. What else am I supposed to call you?”

“I guess that’s fair,” Tweek rolls back over to face the ceiling again, too. “It just would have been nice to know, is all. Augh, maybe it’s good we’re talking about things, after all.”

Craig runs an embarrassed hand down over his face. He feels like there’s no way this is going well but he also knows he needs to press on. That’s just the tip of the iceberg of things that have gone unsaid until now.

“Is that okay?” Craig asks, trying not to sound too bashful.

“That you think of me as your mate?” Tweek clarifies as if it’s somehow not humiliating. “Hmmph, oh… I hadn’t thought about it before. But um… actually, now that I am, yeah. Ah.. haha… ha… I kinda like it?”

Something in Craig’s chest swells pleasantly. He feels happy, but he realizes something at the same time that makes him feel stupid and kind of like a jerk. It was only a few short months ago that he’d had a similar conversation with that Annie girl, and it had gone nothing like this. He wonders how he would have felt if instead of admitting he enjoyed it, Tweek shot him down right here. That would have been awful. And, as he recalls, that’s exactly how he treated Annie. He tries to push the thought of that out of his mind. He rationalizes that it was different. The circumstances cannot be fairly compared, probably. What matters is, things are going (he thinks) well with Tweek. He doesn’t want to dwell on that much longer now that things have been clarified in his favor, so he changes the subject.

“Speaking of things like that… I remember you saying something a while ago about kinda liking being an omega, too,” Craig states in a way he hopes will encourage Tweek to start elaborating on that.

“Hmm,” he muses for a moment in response, taking that bait easily. “Well, I don’t know, really. Because… I’m pretty sure most omegas don’t present late in life. And… ack! They probably don’t get pregnant a couple of hours right after presenting!”

“That fair enough,” Craig agrees with a guilty flinch.

“But aside from the bad stuff, hmm…” Tweek trails off and places a hand on the bulge on his tummy. “A few things are pretty good. And… I do like those things.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tweek repeats distantly and rubs a small circle over the bump. “It still feels so weird to really, agh, think about it. But… I actually really like being pregnant.”

That catches Craig’s attention pretty thoroughly. Now it’s his turn to roll over and face Tweek. He definitely wants to hear more about this.

“Why’s that?”

“Hard to explain,” Tweek turns over again, and now they’re laying side by side and face to face. “It just feels kinda… ngh, good. Y’know?”

“No,” Craig stares blankly at him. “I’ve never been pregnant.”

“You’re stupid,” Tweek smirks and rolls his eyes, but it’s clear it’s not an insult. “Maybe it’s because the hormones in my body are programmed to make it feel good. …Oh, god. That’s kind of a fucked up thought, man. Argh… but it does feel good. Everything seems sorta nicer. Like, food kinda tastes better and colors somehow seem brighter and just everything is better. I dunno.”

“Maybe that’s what they mean when people talk about the pregnancy glow,” Craig supplies.

“Ha,” Tweek laughs wryly, but his soft smile is still genuine. “Maybe.”

That thought hangs in the air for a moment. There’s a surreal pleasantness about this that Craig had not at all expected. The solitude of his room really brings out something very delicate and personal between them, it would seem.

“Have you thought about if you want a boy or a girl?” Tweek asks suddenly, tearing Craig back out of the momentary stupor.

“Oh,” he blinks a few times. “I, uh… Actually hadn’t thought about that at all until now. Hmm. A boy, I guess?”

“I think it’s a girl,” Tweek counters quietly.

“Why’s that?”

“Just a feeling,” Tweek shrugs a little. “Do you… ah hah… want to feel it?”

They lock eyes. There’s a vulnerability between them as if this is some monumental question. It’s not… but it feels like something has shifted. Craig can’t seem to find his tongue, so he responds with nothing more than a single nod. Tweek slowly reaches forward and grasps Craig’s hand. It’s a gossamer touch, but still, it’s firm and determined, too. Craig can’t tell which of their hands is the sweaty one. He allows himself to be guided forward until his own hand is placed flat against Tweek’s tummy. It feels solid under his hand, but it’s warm and soft and inviting despite seeming so unyielding. He can’t help himself– as soon as he’s made contact, he wants to explore it all. So he does. His palm traces the expanse freely, trying to discover as much as he possibly can with only the touch of his flattened hand. He tries to memorize every curve and he tries to force into his memories the way the smattering of hairs trailing down from Tweek’s belly button feels against his skin. Craig strangely and actively feels something inside him change and he nearly instantly agrees with Tweek’s former sentiments. Somehow, Tweek being pregnant really does make him feel good. He can’t really explain it beyond that. As if he read Craig’s thoughts, Tweek reaches up and places his hand on top of Craig’s and gives it a little squeeze against his belly.

“Wow,” Craig manages to choke out.

“Right?” Tweek agrees. “That’s gonna be ours.”

Those simple words cause Craig’s heart to do a somersault. He’s gripped by something powerful, unknown, and extremely overwhelming. He can’t form a coherent thought. Tweek’s eyes seem to dazzle in the low light and his breath feels hot in the small space between them. Craig doesn’t know what emotion he’s feeling, but he feels it so strongly. It’s warm and tingly and he feels it spread quickly from his chest and all throughout his limbs. It addles his mind and begs him to act on instinct and desire rather than any cognizant thoughts. And so, for the first time in his life outside of a rut, Craig leans forward and kisses someone.

Their lips catch gently at first, cautious and slow as if they’re uncertain. Tweek seems a bit more surprised than put off, but after a moment he leans into it, too. Now that he’s had a taste, Craig realizes he’s hungry for more. Of course, he knows what kissing someone feels like. This act itself isn’t new to him. And yet, this certainly isn’t familiar. He has no driving force to knot that’s guiding this. There’s no surge of pheromones dictating this behavior. He’s kissing Tweek because he wants to, and knowing that Tweek isn’t in heat and is reciprocating… that only makes him want it even more.

He presses his lips harder into Tweek’s while something in his chest flickers like a candle. His hands crawl forward of their own volition and wrap around Tweek’s body to pull him closer. Tweek responds in kind and tangles himself up with Craig, as well. Their lips part as they kiss, giving space for their tongues to freely explore. It’s all laced with desire and unspoken yearning, pushing out all traces of hesitation and confusion that either of them once held. The moment is rushed but it feels slow as well like time has stopped just for them to share this act and wordlessly reveal these feelings to one another. Craig can hardly tell where he stops and Tweek begins and it’s just like Tweek said before– it feels good, and it feels right, and he really can’t figure out how to define it beyond simply that.

In time they need to breathe, so despite the clear desire to continue, they break apart. As they huff big gulps of air, Tweek periodically leans forward and catches Craig with a handful of sweet, chaste pecks on the lips. Craig can hardly handle it, but he clings dearly to Tweek and lets him continue to pepper him with little kisses until they’ve both caught their breath. Craig still can’t think straight after that. He doesn’t know what to do or what to say. So instead, he lays there stupidly with a dreamy smile on his face. He hopes Tweek doesn’t think he’s an idiot. Even if he does, Tweek doesn’t address it.

“A girl sounds good, too,” Craig eventually blurts out.

Tweek replies with a bout of truly insane laughter.

“That’s what you say after we make out?!”

“I guess,” Craig shrugs and chuckles a bit, too.

“Hmm,” Tweek starts to settle down and muses to himself, still tangled up in Craig’s arms. “I guess I really am your mate, huh?”

“I guess,” Craig repeats. “If you want?”

“Yeah,” he solidifies it.

Craig nuzzles at his neck a little, even though he has no desire to bite it. It still somehow seems like the right thing to do, though he can’t place why. He’s not sure exactly what’s come over him. He wonders idly if it has something to do with the pregnancy hormones affecting him. He’s never heard of that before, though. And that’s probably not the case, since he isn’t experiencing any of the telltale signs of an impending rut. Actually, he’s completely certain he can’t go into a rut right now since his mate is pregnant. That’s essentially the one thing he scientifically knows about an alpha’s relationship to pregnancy (beyond inducing it, of course). That knowledge makes him feel all the more bizarre. Despite the inability to experience anything related to the heat cycle, Craig still feels affectionate and physically drawn to Tweek. He’s never felt like this before without the craze and the urgency of his active pheromones. It’s a pleasant sort of confusing.

All the while, Tweek continues to hold onto him. His hands move slowly but deliberately, traipsing along the length of Craig’s back and abdomen, but always falling just short of stopping to rest anywhere. It’s a ticklish sensation that makes his breath hitch and his muscles clench, but it only makes him want it more. It's adjacent to that feeling of vulnerability, mingling with something tender and fraught that burns in his chest and makes him feel warm all over. He leans in and mirrors Tweek, giving him a soft kiss just on the corner of his mouth. Maybe this was the right thing to do because Tweek’s eyes flutter shut in response and it pulls a wispy little gasp from him.

“Craig…” Tweek whispers his name, teetering on the verge of a moan. “I’m glad we had this talk.”

It’s almost funny, seeing as there hasn’t really been much discussion at all.

“Me too,” Craig agrees with him nonetheless.

Tweek takes his turn again and kisses Craig, pressing his lips hungrily against any place he can reach. They go back and forth like this for a bit, never quite returning to the heavy kissing but never quite keeping their hands or their mouths to themselves, either. Craig decides he would happily lose countless hours of sleep in favor of this.

“Now that you’re officially my mate,” Tweek puts some emphasis on that last word before a pause in his thought, “I… agh… I feel like I can tell you something.”

“What’s that,” Craig inquires airily in a liaison between a string of sloppily placed kisses.

“There’s something else about pregnancy,” Tweek begins to explain, still planting kisses here and there as well. “Something, haah, I didn’t expect.”

“There’s a lot to expect while expecting,” Craig agrees in a thick voice.

He’s not really thinking, and he hasn’t been for a while. At this point, he’s just stupidly quoting Hallmark cards he’s seen before. He’ll probably have to kick his own ass later. Right now, he’s very busy with kissing his mate, and it feels too good to concentrate on anything beyond how good he feels.

“Mmm, Craig, I’m serious,” Tweek almost whines, but it doesn’t deter either of them from the languid groping session.

Craig hears himself make some kind of hazy grunt of acknowledgment and he hopes it’s enough to show Tweek he’s (kind of) paying attention.

“It makes me… hnngh, so horny, man.”

“Hmm?”

That certainly caught Craig’s attention.

“Everything makes me want to fuck,” Tweek admits rather blatantly, and something stirs around pleasantly in Craig’s insides. “You said you want to take care of me… Do you still want to take care of me, Craig?”

[19.5/?]

Craig’s eyes go wide and his jaw goes slack. A moment like this has never presented itself to him before. In fact, he never even thought it was something in the realm of possibilities. Craig always supposed his lot in life was to be used for his rut. He figured he’d spend all his days living an uneventful life and occasionally fuck someone who was interested in scratching a mutual itch to rid themselves of the curse of presenting with a demanding secondary sex. Fucking, to him, had been little more than a necessary routine that was largely comparable to brushing his teeth or studying for an exam. It’s just the thing he had to do in order to reach a favorable end. But now, he’s not in a rut and Tweek isn’t in heat. They’re just two people laying together, and somehow, one of those people has decided Craig is worthy and desirable and accessible for reasons not at all related to his current status as an alpha. He feels almost virginal, in a way. Uncertain and giddy, riddled with nerves and excitement and a strange sense of belonging, Craig nods his head.

“In whatever way that means.”

(gdi I was 120 characters over the limit. Not words, characters. Jeez that's annoying lol)

[20/?]

Craig’s heart slams behind his ribs and the thrum of his pulse drones in his ears. His limbs are heavy as lead and prickly little beads of sweat form all along his spine. And yet, he feels calm. He's comfortable and without a single worry plaguing him. It should be a bit disconcerting, seeing as he has a grand variety of things to be legitimately worried about. But as Tweek’s lips meet his own again the countless time in a short span, it’s like he devours all the anxieties and stress of the situation right out of him before they can manifest. Really, Craig can’t be blamed for being so absorbed in this moment. Tweek’s kisses are hungry and wanton, and they make him feel like for the first time in his life, he’s wanted.

“Craig…” Tweek huffs his name into his mouth, and Craig swallows it down with a needy gulp.

He doesn’t know how it’s happened, but Tweek has crawled forward and pushed into Craig forcefully enough that he’s now flat on his back. Tweek looms above him, strong arms holding himself up and heavy stomach pressing into Craig’s. He’s dizzy and lightheaded, completely out of his element, and pleasantly out of control. There are no pheromones to guide him or sway his sense of judgment, and yet he’s fully succumbing to every sensation. His hands crawl up around the back of Tweek’s neck and his fingers tangle in the hair along the nape of his neck. Tweek moans into his mouth, desperate and familiar. In a way, it’s just like before. There’s urgency between them, building and swelling, propelling them to move and touch and feel each other. But it’s not like before– Craig feels adrift at sea, unsure which way the tide will pull him. So he holds on tight and lets the push of Tweek’s tongue on his own guide the way.

“Are you okay with this, Craig?” Tweek inquires, low and raspy, as though he’s read his mind.

On the one hand, of course, he’s okay with this. He’s drowning in the air around him, swept up in the grip of Tweek’s rough hands and soft tongue. Tweek cups his jaw and kisses him slowly, almost patiently. Craig allows his tongue to roll in time with his partner’s as if he’s been given a chance to mull over the situation. He’s more than okay with this… but he feels so new, like a clumsy newborn animal trying to find balance on his legs for the very first time. He isn’t accustomed to taking the lead. But then again, it’s always been something of a routine of instinct, hasn’t it? He’s never truly been in control, so he rationalizes that this isn’t too far from the familiar. He can only whine into Tweek’s hungry mouth in response.

“It’s been so hard, Craig,” Tweek continues, seemingly taking the pathetic sounds he’s drawn out of Craig as a good enough answer for now. “It’s freaking me out… Hrngh, so many secrets. So many changes… I can’t take all this pressure. It’s making me feel insane, Craig. And you wanna know the worst part?”

Craig can only nod feebly. He’s truly unsure of what to expect by now, but his head is in the clouds and his body is on fire with the consistent touch of jittering hands against him.

“It’s this,” Tweek peels one of Craig’s hands from his neck and drags it down until Craig is caressing his low-hanging belly. “This, Craig. In here. Hngh, it’s a constant reminder, man.”

“A constant reminder?” Craig repeats on reflex, though his voice comes out low and croaky.

“Yeah,” Tweek’s eyes bulge in their sockets, wild and fixated on Craig. “It’s all I can think about. It reminds me of what I am, Craig. I’m a filthy, obedient omega deep down inside. Ha… ha, ha… I’m something to be bred like an animal, and it’s so fucked up. It’s so fucked up, man. Hrngh, I’ll keep going into heat, and… grargh, I’ll beg for more. I’ll fucking beg for this.”

He holds Craig’s hand tight against his swollen abdomen. Craig swallows thickly. His eyebrows knit together in confusion and stress.

“I thought you liked being pregnant…? You just said you liked it…?”

Craig had meant for this to come out as a challenge, but now that the words hang in the air he almost feels stupid for saying it. He sounds meek and perplexed. Tweek dips his head low until their noses bump. He breathes a few ragged breaths shamelessly onto Craig’s face and a truly unhinged expression etches itself over his features.

“I love it,” he whispers dangerously. “Don’t you get it? That’s what’s so fucked up. Haangh, that’s what scares me. I love it.”

“Shit, ow,” Craig curses under his breath as Tweek tangles his free hand into a clump of his hair and grips it tightly. “That doesn’t, ow, make any sense, Tweek.”

“No.. no, no… no,” Tweek protests in a tone that manages to be both gentle and deranged all at once. “You get it. I know you get it. I’m not crazy, Craig. You’re an alpha. I know you know that I know that you get it.”

“God damn it, Tweek, what is that supposed to mean,” Craig grunts.

“You love it, too,” Tweek rasps as if it’s a matter of fact and grips tighter until the pressure on his scalp makes Craig’s vision start to blur. “You’d do it again, dude. You’d do this all over again, like a horny fucked up dog, no questions asked because you love it, too.”

Craig squirms uncomfortably under the strength and weight of Tweek’s grasp on him. He’s fully pinned in his own bed and something cold in his stomach tells him he’s better off not fighting it. Adequate thoughts fail to develop in his mind. If he tries to spin this positively, he’s grateful that in some way they’re finally having a long overdue discussion about their circumstances. The only problem is, this is not at all the way he’d supposed it would shake out. There’s a bizarre sense of whiplash to the ordeal, between the former giddy, delicate kisses and the current ferocious, flagrant accusations. He tries to concoct a decent response based on logic and reason.

“Well…” Craig pauses cautiously. “It’s sort of presented a lot of difficulties.”

“Exactly!” Tweek practically shrieks as he smooshes the bridges of their noses together and hisses a bewildering and emphatic agreement. “It’s been so hard, Craig. Grarghragh, so hard! Ack! And why?! Because it’s how we’re hardwired, man. This fucked up shit is how we’re preprogrammed to be. It’s because you’re an alpha, and I’m an omega. Do you know how much it turns me on having to see myself looking like this, arrghargh, every day?! And then you go and say nice things to me like you want to take care of me? I can’t take it!”

“I didn’t have to stick around, you know,” Craig grouses defensively, pushing his head back hard into the pillow to attempt to get a bit of personal space.

“But you did,” Tweek continues the accusation. “Because you’re an alpha, dude. None of this is in our control! Arrgh, I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore! But every time I see this, I get so… hrrngh, so overwhelmed! I feel like, ahagragh, like… I don’t know! It reminds me that I’m a pathetic omega, and I have an alpha to take care of me, and it gets me going. It gets me going so much I can’t see straight and it’s freaking me out! Warghaugh!”

He reels back abruptly and lets go of Craig’s hair only to tangle his hands in his own as he wails. Craig takes a few heavy breaths to collect himself. He looks up and watches Tweek for a moment. There’s fear behind the crazed, manic look in his eyes. He knows he needs to say something, but he’s at a loss. There’s truth to what Tweek has frantically cried out. They truly are in this unplanned pregnancy debacle due to the simple fact of their secondary sex statuses. Craig frowns. But that’s not why they’re here in his room now. That’s a choice they made together, of their own volition, and he feels nearly insulted that Tweek seems to believe otherwise.

“It’s not just because I’m an alpha, Tweek,” he defies him firmly, even though he continues laying on his back like a slug.

“Then why,” Tweek demands and whips his head hard to the side to glare at Craig.

Craig suddenly realizes he’ll have to answer that question with complete sincerity, and it’s not something he’s had the heart to actively examine until now. He chews on his lower lip. There’s more to it than instinct-driven compulsion. On some deep level, he knows it’s far more personal than that.

“Look, Tweek. I’ve already told you I presented early. I’ve had a lot more time to come to terms with my status than you have,” he begins, unsure exactly where he’s headed with this.

Tweek makes a little irritable sound under his breath but otherwise doesn’t interrupt.

“That means I kinda have a pretty good feel for when I do things just because I’m an alpha,” he continues to explain earnestly. “I can admit it’s why I went prowling that night, and it’s also definitely why I brought you back here in the first place. Ugh. I was in a rut. You were in heat. It was pretty cut and dry. But I’ve done that a bunch of times, dude. And I’ve never stuck around with someone before. So… what I’m saying is, you can’t just tell me you’re only here with me now because I’m an alpha. That part isn’t true.”

“Grr, you’re avoiding the question, Craig,” Tweek frowns.

“Okay, well maybe it’s because…” Craig trails off, feeling the heat rise to his face as he turns away, suddenly unable to look at Tweek. “Maybe it’s just because… I like you?”

“Wh…what…?” Tweek veritably gasps out the question.

The tension in the room drastically drops at those small, simple words. Craig squeezes his eyes shut. He can’t bear to face Tweek after so plainly stating something like that. There’s no duplicity to it. That isn’t the issue. Rather, it’s the opposite. It’s raw and vulnerable and fraught with unease because if Tweek truly views their situation based on nothing more than carnal instinct, he’s exposed a tenuous part of himself with no line of defense in place. He cringes with uncertainty and regrets saying anything at all…but at the same time, he doesn’t. There’s a sort of relief that has come with putting words to his feelings for once. He knows rationally that only a beat has passed since he confessed something akin to affection, but the stress of the situation makes it seem like an eternity has passed before Tweek says anything.

“Because you like me…?” Tweek repeats the words as a question, speaking slowly as if each word is fragile.

“Well, yeah,” something about the abject shock in Tweek’s voice emboldens Craig to crack his eyes open and continue. “Why else would I spend all my free time with you? That’s not really a symptom of biological impulse, dude.”

“Mmph,” Tweek grunts and folds his arms over his chest skeptically. “But how do you know? How do you know that’s not just your fucked up brain tricking you?”

Tweek seems so frangible and insecure. It’s a stark contrast to the strong arms and heated words that assailed him only a few minutes prior. For whatever reason, the fluctuation makes his chest flutter tenderly. The fact of the matter is, he doesn’t know it’s not just his fucked up brain tricking him. More importantly than that, though, is that he’s already decided it doesn’t matter.

“I dunno,” he admits rather freely. “But it doesn’t feel like it is. That whole night… it was different, Tweek. I don’t know how to explain it, but it just was.”

He realizes he’s not making a very compelling argument here, but he hopes Tweek can at least tell that he’s trying his best. Craig pulls himself upright on the bed and arranges himself to sit across from where Tweek has situated himself. Maybe he can show him he’s more than just a stupid alpha in another way. He hates being reduced to nothing more than that, and it stings to know that there’s a chance that even Tweek only views him as his label, too. He sighs heavily, then reaches forward to place his hand once again on the bulge in Tweek’s abdomen. The effect it has on him is equal parts instantaneous and amazing. It’s very curious how something as simple as touching his mate’s full belly makes his skin feel alive and his heart feel like a cloud ready to burst. He rubs a tentative circle over the spot where his hand lays, and though he can’t find the courage to look at Tweek’s face, he can feel the slight shudder that wracks his body at the subtle contact.

“You were right about one thing,” Craig keeps going before he loses his nerve. “I do like it. Maybe part of that is because I’m an alpha. I don’t know. But I do know if all this was going on with someone else, I think I’d hate it. A lot, probably. But I don’t. I think that should count for something.”

There’s a flicker of hesitation, but then Tweek places his hand on top of Craig’s. It’s warm and that alone is reassuring. Craig takes a chance and looks up. His eyes meet with Tweek’s. It’s the dead of night, and yet they still twinkle vibrantly under the soft sheen of the tears that pool in them. They’re haunted yet hopeful all at once, and Craig feels like he’s truly seeing him for the first time. He’s more than a lustful, desperate omega. He’s more than a clingy, heavily pregnant mate. He’s Tweek. He’s bombastic and loquacious, fretful and paranoid, curious and peculiar, all jumbled together. Just like himself, Tweek’s not some entity to be solely characterized by a singular trait. He’s a litany of captivating qualities that has managed to infatuate Craig. It’s ridiculous to only now come to this conclusion and Craig feels strangely humbled. He steadies himself and dares to press on.

“Do you, uh… think you feel the same? If this were with someone else, I mean.”

“I’m not sure,” comes the meek response.

Tweek must have noticed Craig teetering on the brink of crumpling because he gives the hand below his own a deliberate squeeze.

“But,” Tweek continues, with a bit more strength in his voice. “I’m glad it’s you.”

It’s weird– Craig never would have suspected that this kind of reciprocation would make his heart soar. His face feels warm and his lips start to curl into a gentle smile that he can’t hide. All of this is so exhausting. But oddly enough, he feels good all over. Tweek laces their fingers together and heaves a tired sigh before letting his head droop forward to land on Craig’s shoulder. They spend a few quiet minutes doing little more than basking in each others’ company.

“So,” Tweek nuzzles the crook of Craig’s neck, finally daring to break the silence. “Hmm, what do we do now?”

“I have no idea,” Craig says flatly and honestly, but he plants a kiss on the top of Tweek’s messy hair. “I was kinda hoping you’d tell me.”

“Me?” Tweek chuckles sarcastically and sits up. “I can’t think about the future, man. That’s way too stressful.”

“Hm,” Craig nods. “But what about now?”

“Now?” Tweek slings an arm over the shoulder where his head once laid. “What I think we should do now?”

“Uh, yeah,” Craig starts to lose his balance and pushes an arm out behind him to brace himself so he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Ah, Craig… you know what I want to do now,” Tweek continues to shove him downwards until Craig indeed can no longer support himself and falls into his pillow with a thud.

“Tweek…?” Craig’s voice cracks but he’s too distracted to feel embarrassed.

Their legs slot together in a way that is not at all familiar. His knees bend and open wide as Tweek slithers between them and holds himself above Craig. Something in his instincts that he’s never experienced before commands Craig to loop his long legs around Tweek’s, so he does. His arms follow suit and reach over his back and lock him into place. His mind is a mess and his jaw hangs slack.

“I can’t take it anymore, Craig,” Tweek warns him softly. “I’m not gonna be able to hold back.”

Craig swallows the lump in his throat. He hears his own voice distantly in his ears before he strains his neck to lean forward and push their mouths together in an eager, greedy kiss.

“Then don’t.”

[21/?]

“I really did love it, Craig,” Tweek reminds him once they pause for a breath.

Craig revels in it as Tweek’s hot breath dances along his own wet lips. He licks them as if he can taste and swallow those words.

“I loved feeling like an omega,” he continues, and all Craig can do is shamefully whimper and devour the sentences as they pour out. “I, ahh, loved how you made me feel. I understand why they call it heat. You feel like you’re on fire, man.”

He looms over Craig’s body and leans in to reach up to brush a few stray hairs off Craig’s forehead. The weight of his belly presses into Craig’s, even though he’s propped up. It really gives Craig an understanding of exactly how distended his abdomen has become.

“I never knew getting fucked could feel like that,” he whispers the vulgar words so sweetly. “Haaa, did you know that, Craig? Do you know how good it can feel?”

“ ‘Supposed to feel good,” Craig manages to grunt out even though his head is swimming.

“You know how good it feels to be fucked, Craig?” Tweek punctuates the question by grinding his hips against Craig’s with a wild look lighting up his eyes. “It feels better than that.”

“I’m, ahh…” Craig chuckles a bit awkwardly. “I’m an alpha.”

“That’s right,” Tweek veritably coos, somewhere between mocking and encouraging that response. “You’re an alpha. Ha… ha, ha… Right? You can’t have what I have, can you, Craig? Hee… hee, hee, hee… Tell me you’re just an alpha. You’re just an alpha, and you can’t do anything except fucking scramble up someone else’s guts with your, angh… your big… big alpha cock.”

“I’m not just an alpha,” Craig furrows his brow and puffs out his cheeks defiantly.

Tweek slips his hands up under the hem of Craig’s shirt and drums his fingers along the flesh beneath it all the way up to the collarbone before raking his nails back down the same path. Craig hisses through his teeth and his back arches just a bit.

“Prove it,” Tweek challenges him. “Prove it, Craig. Hrngh, I can prove it, man. I’m not just an omega. I’m an omega, though, Jesus Christ, fucking look at me, dude. I’m your omega. But that’s not all. No, that’s not all. That’s not all, at all, man. Angh, I can’t. That can’t be everything, Craig! But I could do it before. Yeah… Yeah, I can still do it. It’s fucked up, Craig, it’s so fucked up, Craig. C’mon, argh, c’mon…”

Tweek starts to roll his hips, lost in the mess of words that fumble past his lips in his agitated state. He presses his palms flat on Craig’s stomach, anchoring himself as well as holding Craig down in place.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Tweek,” Craig curses, but there’s no venom in his words.

In fact, his actions are nothing short of supportive of Tweek’s increasingly confusing behavior. His legs stay firmly latched around Tweek’s and he lets his hips reciprocate with each push and pull.

“Can you do it?” Tweek dips back down low, but stops just before their noses can brush together.

His arms creep forward to cradle Craig’s head and lock him in place, giving him no choice but to maintain eye contact. It makes Craig squirm feebly, but something in him knows he wouldn’t look away even if that were an option.

“Do… what, exactly?” Craig practically squeaks.

“I don’t know what we should do,” Tweek sighs through the words, then pauses to plant a wet kiss on the side of Craig’s overheated cheekbone. “But, augh, I know what I want. I wanna do this, Craig. And… and grrrargh, I gotta do it. I won’t be able to stop. I can’t stop, Craig! Is that okay? It’s gotta be okay, man, you gotta prove it. You said. You said, Craig!”

The thought doesn’t really come to fruition. Tweek, in a frenzy, trails off and pushes his mouth hard against Craig’s. He lets his tongue explore Tweek’s mouth. It’s hot and feverish, just as he remembers it. It’s pleasant and confusing all at once since his sense of smell isn’t overwhelming him. Similarly, his cock doesn’t strain and cause him a frantic sort of distress. But the sensations are much the same otherwise– his heart is racing and his limbs feel heavy and light all at once. There’s a need that burns in his belly that he has no idea how to act upon. In a way, he’s grateful that for once in his life he isn’t at the helm. As for his confusion, though, it’s because he never thought this would be a possibility for him. Tweek holds him down and forces his tongue deeper down his throat. All Craig can do is succumb and enjoy it.

“Will you take care of me?” Tweek pulls back and gasps out the words. “The way I need? Can you prove it, Craig? Can you, augh, take care of me?!”

“I can only say ‘yes’ so many times, Tweek,” Craig tries to sound exasperated, but he ends up wheezing since his lungs feel on the verge of collapse.

Tweek emits something between a whine and a growl, and then his hands get to work. They’re everywhere on Craig, never stopping in one place for too long. His swollen tummy prevents him from bending or moving too quickly, but Craig views this mostly as a blessing. Tweek grips Craig’s arms, his chest, and his hair all in an erratic mess of quickly tangling appendages. Craig, on the other hand, alters between letting himself be groped and gently reaching toward the bump on Tweek’s belly. It’s nearly more hypnotic than if he’d marked him during his rut. It’s tangible, visible, and real. Pheromones are only clear to those who can perceive them. This is so much more than that. It’s unquestionable and a clear mark of his claim. He suddenly understands how Tweek feels about it. There’s something unbridled here, showing the unmistakable results of what they’ve done and who they’ve become to one another. The blood in his veins burns hot. He’s sure he can’t describe it but he wants to relive every moment that led up to this.

Craig’s thighs fall open as Tweek’s mouth lands on the side of his neck. Soft lips and wet tongue meet the tender flesh above his pulse. He’s acutely aware that this is nothing like a mark– how could it be? There are no raging pheromones or engorged genitals to quell. He feels ticklish and squirmy, as well as sensual and lightheaded. There’s no greater reasoning behind this than for pleasure on its own. Craig feels like hot wax melting under a candle’s flame. Between the sensation itself and the knowledge that Tweek is simply doing this to make them both feel good, he can’t help himself. He’s a puddle on the mattress. Craig angles his head to the side to make himself more available. He’s acting on instinct, and yet he’s not. Once it seems he's satisfied, Tweek pulls back and sits on his heels between Craig’s open legs and starts fumbling with the zipper on his pants.

“Holy shit,” is all Craig can manage to utter.

It all happens so fast. Tweek tugs on his clothing and Craig lifts his hips and arches his back to assist in the process. Before he knows it he’s laying flat on his back and completely exposed. It’s strange– he feels shy and vulnerable, in a very nearly virginal sort of way. The evidence to the contrary is directly in his line of sight in the form of Tweek’s round tummy, but even still he can’t help but feel small, defenseless, and completely new to all of this. The sound of his own breathing deafens him. His fingers latch onto the bed linens as if clutching tightly will prevent him from falling off the side of the earth.

“Craig,” Tweek manages to find a way to make something as simple as saying his name sound lewd and vulgar. “You look good like this.”

He feels so insecure, considering he’s laying on his back with his jeans scrunched up around the back of his knees and his shirt has crawled a bit up his stomach. Tweek speaks so reverently, though, and he can’t help but feel like it’s sincere. He wants to return the compliments. Tweek is the reason his breath hitches and his heart clenches, and he wants him to know that, too. But the words die in his mouth and his thoughts tangle up like an abandoned box of string lights. He tries to swallow that dry feeling in his mouth but he can only scrounge up a few measly little moans and whimpers. He misses the ironically “in control” feelings of being out of control during a rut, but he also really and truly does not. It’s all quite literally in Tweek’s hands and there’s something new and exciting deep within him that loves it.

“Your cock was so swollen before,” Tweek comments casually like he’s recollecting a tasty meal he once enjoyed; it makes the heat burn almost painfully on Craig’s cheeks. “Looked like when you, agh, put too much shit in your backpack. Ha, you know? And the zipper just… Mmm, looks ready to pop. Was it painful, Craig? Did it feel… ah, heavy?”

Craig doesn’t know how to answer that question. He can’t really force his mind to look back and reflect on how his dick felt a few months ago even if he wanted to. Tweek’s hands glide up the top of Craig’s bare thighs and send pleasant waves of crackling electricity jolting up his spine.

“It felt like having a boner,” he says stupidly, kind of hating himself for saying something so useless.

“It felt heavy inside me,” Tweek doesn’t seem fazed by any of the dumb sentences being strung together, instead focusing on kneading little circles closer and closer to his groin. “How does it feel now?”

“Wha…?” Craig tilts his head forward to look where Tweek has paused to gesture in between his legs.

His bleary eyes struggle to focus, but lo and behold there stands the unfamiliar sight of his own cock standing upright. It’s not angry or red, nor is it grotesquely swollen to a deformed degree. Obviously, he knows what his own dick looks like when it’s hard. He’s not unfamiliar with the nuisance of waking up with an erection, and especially when he was younger it seemed like he spent most of both his puberties walking around with the damn thing tucked up in his waistband to conceal it. It’s just… the only time someone else has seen it, he’s been in a rut. It’s always been in its behemoth state of unrestrained, pheromone-driven determination. Having a run-of-the-mill boner has really never been anything more than a simple nuisance for Craig, and it’s one that much more easily resolves itself on its own compared to the other at that. He’s still stuck in this embarrassing limbo of feeling like a completely incompetent idiot and feeling completely overcome with pleasure and desire.

“Hmm,” Tweek gives him a coy smile when he takes too long to respond. “I think it suits you.”

Those words make his cock twitch and jump, now that he’s acknowledged it. He feels extra dumb for not putting it together before. Tweek lowers himself until he’s hovering just above Craig’s cock. He’s suddenly peripherally aware that he’s shaking, and it’s not because he’s cold. He holds his breath, unwilling to make any sudden movements. He bites his tongue, much too unsure of himself to speak.

“Are you nervous, Craig?” Tweek presses a kiss to his stomach before resting his cheek on the same spot.

“A little,” he admits hesitantly.

“It’s okay,” Tweek croons, planting a few more soft kisses around the hairs that lead down between Craig’s legs. “Ngh, it’s okay, man. I was nervous, too. So nervous…”

“I’m sorry,” Craig apologizes yet again, but this time it’s because he’s at a loss for anything else to say.

“No… no, no. No,” Tweek insists, adamantly shaking his head while his nose brushes against those ticklish hairs. “You knew what to do! Augh, and you did it. You did it all, Craig. So it’s okay. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. Hnngh, because you know what? This time I know. I know, man. Harghrgh, you know?”

“No, Tweek,” Craig huffs through his nose in exasperation. “I don’t know.”

“When I was scared, Craig, ngh, you made me feel so good. You showed me how,” Tweek’s slides easily up the side of Craig’s hip and finally finds a resting place with his palm flattened against Craig’s shaft. “And now? Now… hrngh, now I need to show you how.”

Craig’s knees buckle at the contact. It’s everything he didn’t realize he needed. There’s no urgency like he’s accustomed to. There’s no strain and no feverish burn to the act. Tweek’s fingers slowly curl around Craig’s shaft, like he’s testing the waters. It’s soothing, in a way. There’s no definitive drive toward seeking a predetermined end. It’s something Craig had never considered in the past– the whole point before was to fuck something raw until he knots, solely for the purpose of relieving himself of the anguish of his rut. But this? This is the simple act of someone touching him for no reason other than to bring him to a heightened state of pleasure. He lets out that quivering breath he was holding in, allowing the lingering feeling of Tweek’s deliberate pumps to wrack his entire body.

“Agh, don’t you want to feel good, Craig?” Tweek slowly strokes him, albeit it still a little bit erratically.

“Mm,” Craig can only nod and hope that his jerky hips show enough signs of agreement.

“You made me feel so good. Mm, so good,” Tweek mutters to himself. “Every day, hngh, every day I think about it, man. I can’t take it anymore. I hate it. Hate how much I love it. I’m an omega, Craig. So why do I wanna do this? Why?”

“Why,” Craig repeats, trying to hone in his focus on the fingers coiled around his length.

“ ‘m not just an omega,” he grouses and gives Craig an unintentional squeeze that causes him to lurch forward a bit.

“You’re not,” Craig agrees, and he realizes he truly believes it.

“Tell me you’re not just an alpha,” he demands, working Craig’s cock just a little faster.

“I’m not,” Craig agrees again, flinching just a little.

It’s not painful, but it’s certainly overwhelming. His head feels murky, but he’s strangely lucid.

“Grarghragh, say it, Craig! You need to say it,” Tweek almost wails, babbling a mile a minute while steadily jerking Craig off as if his life depends on it and his frantic eyes dart around wildly. “I gotta feel better about this. You gotta tell me. Please, Craig… I need to know. Ack, it’s gonna happen again, man, I can feel it. Once this part is over, it’s gonna start again. Oh, Jesus, it’s neverending, isn’t it?! Fuck, it was so good… I’ve never been fucked like that before, Craig. It’s not even over and, wagghhhh! I already want it again! Can’t stop thinking about it… It could be so easy. So easy to sell my body for profit, and… and I’d beg them to do it! That can’t be all there is. No way, man. I can’t live with that kind of pressure hanging over me. You gotta tell me! Please, Craig… say it! Tell me there’s more to it! Tell me there’s more to life than just being an omega. Tell me you’re more than just an alpha! I… I want this. But I know it’s so fucked up! I need to know you’ll take care of me because I’m me.”

There’s a disconnect between Tweek’s desperate plea and the calming sensation that comes from the pressure gripping his cock. He wants to tell Tweek to stop so he can think straight, but he also selfishly wishes Tweek could calm down on his own and let him relish in the gratification of the act. Neither choice is the right one, and once again Craig is faced with the burden of blindly trying to do the right thing. Tweek is skillful and relentless, but he’s also miserable and confused. Craig forces himself to think, though the task at hand isn’t an easy one. He wonders how they ended up in this mess. Lying to Tweek is out of the question. That won’t do them any good. But what is the truth?

[21.5/?]

Craig reaches forward on instinct. His hand reaches between his legs and lands on top of Tweek’s. After a few more unsteady strokes, he slows his pace and starts to catch his breath. They’re both shaking with nerves and doubt. Craig wills his eyes to come into focus so he can study his mate. The thoughts and considerations about the situation tumble through his mind. He’s never wanted to be an alpha. He didn’t ask for this. It was just something that happened to him one day, and from that point forward he had to come to terms with his lot in life. A spark of sympathy courses through him. In the end, Tweek is much the same. Not only did he never ask to be an omega, but he also spent most of his life thinking he’d avoided that fate. It must be so confusing for him. It must be so scary and unpredictable. He looks up at Tweek’s worried face and feels a terrible wave of exhausting emotions that overcome him all at once. It’s guilt and comradery and determination in one crushing wave. It’s a sudden sense of understanding and defiance that he wants to embrace.

“I’m not just an alpha,” he informs Tweek as boldly as he can manage, and strangely enough he knows in his bones that he is speaking from the heart.

A weight leaves his shoulders. The burden of a truth he’s been carrying for years on end has lifted. He’s long since gone soft and feels completely ridiculous holding his junk between his legs, so he flips his hand to lace his fingers in between Tweek’s. They sit there for a moment, gripping each other tightly until Tweek’s lip begins to wibble and his shoulders shake. He croaks out a few ragged breaths and a whimper, and then the tears he’s held in for so long spill from his eyes in fat, heavy rivulets.

“Craig…!” he cries out, but it is so clear it comes from a place of relief.

He can’t bear to lay like a limp dish rag for a second longer. Craig sits upright too quickly. His vision blacks out for a moment from the headrush, but he powers through it so he can fling his arms around Tweek’s distorted body. Tweek cries openly onto his shoulder, but it’s less like sobbing and more like the physical manifestation of his anxieties and fears leaving his body. They hold each other close, running aimless paths up and down with their hands in gentle, soothing motions. Soon, the tears run dry and they’re left as nothing more than two strange lovers clinging to the belief that there is hope for them yet.

“C’mere,” Craig finally suggests after some time and guides them both to lay back down in the bed.

Tweek is clearly exhausted, and truth be told that took a lot out of Craig as well. They easily resume their cuddling, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. It’s as if they’ve been this way all along. But they haven’t. The difference now is there’s no pretense. There’s no underlying obligation guiding them. Each of them, of his own volition and resolute decision, has chosen this. They tangle back up together like a pair of sleepy kittens and Craig kisses the tip of Tweek’s nose before gazing into his gem-like, tear-stained eyes. He asks a fragile question.

“Can we try this again?”

👏👏👏 this was perfect

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