In Heat

Dear readers, this story is not an omega story because there are too many tropes in omega stories that turn me off. That said, it IS inspired by them. I took the elements I liked and changed them to fit my preferences. For example, rather than being wolf-like creatures, this is how I imagine that same sort of situation would work if it was cats, lol. So, to reiterate, this is not an omega story, but it is inspired by them. Please enjoy ^_^

"Hey man, can I ask a favor?"

"Can it wait until after class?" I asked, barely glancing away from the movie we were watching. It was in black and white and about a man who had a broken leg, and so, had taken to watching his neighbors out his window. He was currently witnessing something that looked like it might be a murder.

"Yeah, if you agree to eat lunch with me," Zephyr negotiated.

"Sure, whatever," I agreed, since we probably would have eaten lunch together anyway. We not only had Film Class together, but we also had Intermediate Algebra together after lunch.

"Alright," he murmured, returning his attention to the movie.

When the movie was over, the Professor held a discussion as usual. We debated the various elements of Film Noir and how the black and white version might differ from more modern techniques. At the end of class, she tapped on the board to make sure she had all of our attention.

"I know that you are all college students who took this Film Class simply because you wanted an easy credit, but I'm warning you now, I'm going to make your final test extremely hard, so don't slack off and think you can pass my class without putting in any effort. Finals are only two months away, and already, it seems like most of you aren't really interested in the things I'm teaching you. Half of you barely put any effort into your last report! I want anyone who didn't get at least a B on their report to watch three other Film Noir movies at home and then write a report on the techniques you noticed in the films, what you liked and didn't like about them, and most importantly, what you'd do differently if you were directing the films."

"I'm so glad I got a B!" I muttered under my breath in relief.

Zephyr chuckled. "Come on, Joel, let's go to lunch."

"Yeah, alright," I murmured, gathering up my things and shoving them in my bag.

We didn't really say anything as we walked to the cafeteria and bought food. We were also quiet as we sat down and started eating, but then my curiosity got the better of me. Zephyr and I were friends in that we had two classes together that spanned lunch, and so we tended to hang out and chat, but other than occasionally doing our homework together, we'd never done friend things - like go out to actual movies in the theater, or even hang out and drink beer. He'd certainly never asked me for a favor before.

"Alright, out with it, what's up?" I asked before taking a long sip of my bottle of water.

Zephyr smiled at me apologetically. "It's um...Well, it's alright if you say no. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, I just wanted to explain something to you and... see what you thought about it..."

I sat back just a little. "Are you asking me out or something?"

"Not... exactly. So, you see, it's like this; I have a bit of a rare medical condition so that every two or three months, I go through something like a heat. During that time, I'm so horny that I will legitimately try to convince literally anyone I see that I'm going to die if they don't fuck me ten ways from Sunday. I have ways to manage this, but I sort of wondered if you would be open to helping me," Zephyr explained.

I scrunched my face up in confusion before raising a brow at him. "So... you want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind. It's coming up soon, and for various reasons, I've been thinking about you lately, so whether you want it or not, there's a high chance that I'll just show up and attack you. So I decided I would try to explain things first and see if you are open to the idea. If not, I'll take extra precautions," Zephyr said, mildly confusing me again.

"Take precautions for what?"

"So that I don't slip out of my house and attack you," he stated with a far more serene expression than he should have when discussing such a thing.

"So... you like me?" I wondered, because why else would he want me to fuck him to the point that he was afraid he might attack me?

"Oh, um... I wish I could say it was as simple as that," he said, looking away with a very light blush. "I'm used to it by now, so it doesn't really bother me, but remember when I said that I'll try to convince anyone in front of me that I'll die if they don't fuck me? Well, the part about anyone in front of me is what's important here. You've been sitting next to me in our classes, and we've been eating lunch together, so as my heat has gotten closer, your smell has filled my head until I can't stop thinking about you."

I tilted my head side to side, not really liking the way he was talking about this as if it wasn't a big deal, when it was a pretty big fucking deal to me. I hadn't ever been with a guy before, but I have wondered about it once or twice. Before I could agree, I needed to know a few things.

"Um... you said a couple of times, um... fucking you, but does that mean literally shoving it in your ass, or do you actually mean letting you do that to, um... me...?"

Zephyr chuckled softly. "You're adorable when you blush. The first one. I don't think I've ever even thought about trying to be the top partner."

"Okay, um... I suppose it can't be too different than doing anal with a girl," I admitted. Even I wasn't entirely sure why I seemed willing to try it, but maybe it was because he said I would be helping him with a medical condition. He called it a favor. Maybe that just made me feel needed or something. "I guess I can try it."

He smiled. "Great! I don't know what day it'll happen, I just know that it's coming based on my symptoms. Also, it's been pretty regular lately, so I can guess that it'll be two or three days from now. What'll happen is that wherever you are, I'll show up and I'll probably look and sound like I'm utterly drunk or high. I'll be desperate and might even cry. I'll tell you literally anything - such as I'll die if you don't fuck me - anything to make you agree. But don't worry, I won't actually die. If you're still interested, go ahead and do whatever you want to me, but if you're not, then grab my phone out of my back pocket and call the contact listed as Mama. Tell her that you want someone to come pick me up. I'll probably fight and cry and scream if you do that, but they'll take me away until I'm normal again."

I was frowning again because I didn't like the way he could say all of that as if he was talking about the weather. "Wait, what about this: Friday is two days from now; why don't you just come over to my place? We can have dinner and watch a movie and just hang out. If it happens that you 'go into heat,' then you don't have to come find me."

"I like that idea," Zephyr murmured with a smile that almost seemed shy, which was odd, considering that he had very calmly talked about fucking for the last 20 minutes or so.

I ruffled his hair. "And you know, if you like me and want to date me, you don't have to make up such a weird story. Just ask me."

He gave me a look I just could not decipher. "I wish that really was all I was doing." He gave me a sad smile. "I have to go home early today, so can you hand my assignment in for me?"

"Sure."

He handed me his assignment and gathered up his tray so that he could stand up and go throw his trash away. Then he stopped and sat back down to give me a serious look. I scrunched up my face in confusion again.

"Oh! One last thing - and this is really important. No matter what, you cannot bite me. You have to swear on your life that no matter what - not even if I beg, not even if I cry, not even if I threaten to hit you if you don't, or actually hit you - you CANNOT bite me!"

"Uh... why? What would happen if I did?" I couldn't help but ask.

He glared at me, quite possibly the first time I'd seen someone as happy and carefree as him make such an expression. "I would have you taken away and never seen from again."

"Uh..." I droned in confusion.

He sighed and slumped a little. "I'll try to explain it on Friday, but I really have to go. See you then!"

"Alright," I murmured, waving to him as he ran off. When he was gone, I also let out a sigh and slumped just a bit. "What the hell was all that about???"

The rest of the week passed as normal. The next day during Algebra, something occurred to me, making me lean over and whisper in his ear. "Hey... is that thing you were talking about, is that the reason why you're absent from school for a couple of days at a time every couple of months?"

"Mmhm," Zephyr confirmed with a nod of his head.

"Oh..."

Friday, he came right home with me after class let out. I technically had another class I was supposed to attend, but since I was doing well in it and hadn't missed a day yet, I decided to skip it. If I was honest, thinking about what might happen had tied my stomach up in knots. I wasn't a virgin, but all my sexual encounters had been with official girlfriends. So, not only was I agreeing to try sex with a guy for the first time, but it was also the first time that it would be with someone I wasn't dating.

So basically, I was really fucking nervous!

Once we entered my apartment and shut the door, I felt my throat go completely dry and my heart start racing to the point that I was probably hyperventilating at least a little. I needed to calm down!!!

"Um... Why don't I start on dinner? I know it's early, but is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

He chuckled softly. "We only had lunch about an hour and a half ago. Just make popcorn to snack on while we watch a movie."

The fact that he was acting like he normally did calmed me down. "Oh... Alright... So, um... You're not in heat yet? Do you, um, like, have to wait for it to happen?"

"Huh!" He exclaimed in thought. "You know, I've never actually thought about it. I suppose I probably don't have to wait, but I think that at this exact moment, it'll be better all around if I do."

"Why?" I asked curiously, even tilting my head.

He chuckled softly again. "Well, just that I know it's going to happen tonight. I've been restless all day, my body is changing like it always does, and the woman who can tell what stage we're in just by smelling us told me that it would definitely happen tonight - oh! It's somewhat triggered by the moon, and I don't mean that I have it on a full moon or anything like that, just that when it's going to happen, it usually starts when the moon comes out."

"We?" I wondered, confused again.

He nodded. "The others who have the same condition as me. We all live in a place that can help and care for us."

"I thought you said it was a rare condition?"

"It is! But even a rarity happens every once in a while. So, there are seven of us in my place, but there are also other places around the world," he explained.

"Oh..."

I turned and decided that rather than watch a movie, we were going to watch a comedy special that would hopefully take my mind off the nerves that might just kill me if I dwelt on them. So, we watched a comedian called Henry Rollins in a special called Keep Talking, Pal. Toward the end, I had thrown my head back to laugh, resting it on the back of my couch, but I had already seen it a couple of times, so it was more reassuring than funny at this point.

Meanwhile, Zephyr was laughing so hard that he threw himself onto the couch so he could bury his head. Then he fell onto the floor and held his sides. Honestly, watching him laugh was strangely getting me going. I mean, it probably wouldn't take much at this point, since I'd been thinking about it for the last couple of days, but yeah... I had a situation in my pants that was getting a bit uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Zephyr stopped laughing and sat up with a gasp. He looked out the window that was over my shoulder, and his normally blue eyes were wide and almost looked like molten silver. He started panting.

"Remember," he choked out in a raspy voice. "Even if I beg, even if I threaten, DO NOT BITE ME!!!"

"Um... if not biting you is really all that important, then how do you usually stop your, um... partners from biting you?" I wondered, because he made it sound like a life or death situation, but it couldn't literally be that, right? It had to have happened before, and surely, his partner didn't actually die.

"My. Bodyguards. Usually. Make sure. They don't," he informed me between pants. Then he scrambled onto his hands and knees and crawled over to me. He seemed a bit frantic as he worked open the button of my jeans.

I grabbed his hand to stop him for a moment. "Wait, what does happen if I bite you?"

"I told you, I'll have you disappeared," he said in a low growl, sounding almost like an animal.

"Yeah, but, why?" I demanded, seriously confused and not entirely certain I wanted to do something like this with a person who might actually be serious when threatening to kill me.

He took a deep breath and very clearly struggled to stay calm, even though his hands were shaking, and actually, I think his entire body might be shaking. "Because... I don't want to be tied down, or bound, or stuck - whatever you want to call it. I just want to finish college and enjoy being young for a couple more years. When I'm ready to get serious, then I'll let someone bite me."

"Huh???"

"Hush..." he ordered, pulling his hand free from my grasp. "Last chance to change your mind, otherwise..." he trailed off and opened my zipper.

I didn't say anything, but things had progressed too far for me to stop now. Besides, I was dying of curiosity about so many things. The most important of which - at the moment - was how serious he actually was. This whole thing really sounded like an unbelievable story that he'd made up just to get in my pants, but he was putting his all into it and sticking to it. Thus, on the one hand, I wanted to help him if it was true - simply because he'd asked me to. On the other hand, if this was all made up, it meant that he was strangely desperate to have sex with me - for some reason - and that was really flattering.

Coming from a man who was two inches taller than my 5'10" that had hair the color of dark honey and light blue eyes like the sky on a sunny day, well... I didn't think he had any sort of trouble attracting partners. There didn't seem to be a reason for him to be so desperate, and yet, he apparently wanted me.

"Uh!" I exclaimed as he roughly yanked my jeans off, nearly pulling me off the couch in the process.

"Yes! You're already up!" He cried out happily. Without any warning, he swallowed my shaft whole, pulling back with a twist of his head that felt really good. Then he devoted himself to giving me a blowjob so good that my toes curled and I couldn't stop from grabbing his hair.

"Wait! Stop! If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum!"

He pulled off and clamped a hand on my shaft. "No, you can't!" He wailed in a tone that honestly sounded on the verge of crying. "My heat lasts about three or four days, and I'm only just getting started!"

"Ack!" I exclaimed, since his hand had temporarily chased away my orgasm. Even so, it didn't feel like it was going to take much to make me lose my load. Before I could say anything, he pulled his dark blue tee shirt off and tossed it aside. I was inexplicably fascinated by the light carpet of hair on his chest, and the tattoo...

It was damn impressive! It was of a red and gold Phoenix that was sitting on a perch on his right shoulder and chest. It was gorgeous all on it's own, but it had vines of tail feathers going all over. Some went down his arm. Others went down his abdomen and side, and once he finished stripping off and returned to his knees, I saw that some went down his back. One even looked like it was tickling the very top curve of his ass,

"Mmm..." I moaned, surprised to find myself turned on by his tattoo when I didn't normally care about them either way.

He smirked at me, and for a heart-stopping moment, I thought he was going to blow me again. Seriously, if he did, I was going to cum! But to my relief, he simply pressed light kisses to my right thigh before shifting his head to kiss a path up my abdomen and chest. As he did so, he literally crawled his way up my body until he was straddling my lap.

"Uh!" I cried out in surprise when he impaled himself on me without warning. "Pr-pr-preparation!"

"My body prepares itself," he murmured into my ear before he gently bit my neck.

"Condom!" I blurted out my next concern.

"I guess you can use one if you really want to, but it'll just make everything take longer," he murmured, now practically making love to my neck.

"Huh?!" I blurted out in confusion.

"The more you cum in me, the quicker my heat ends. If you use a condom, I'll be riding you for days and getting more and more desperate," he explained. "But don't worry, my partners have always been vetted beforehand, so I don't have anything you need to protect against."

So help me, hearing him basically say that he wanted me to cum in him nearly made me do it right then and there. I gripped his hips and forced him to hold still for a moment. He simply licked my neck while humming for a few seconds, then he lightly bit it again, making me wonder if anything would happen if he bit me.

But then he removed my hands from his hips and tucked them behind my head, holding them there while he rode me like he was a cowboy trying to stay seated on a bucking bronco. It was fast and hard and demanding. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath!

Also, it had been a while since I last had sex, so - to my embarrassment, as I'd already mentioned once or twice - I was really close to cumming. I tried my best to think of math or anything to delay the inevitable, but it just felt too damn good. A zing shot up and down my spine as my toes curled and my back arched. I cried out obscenely, pumping him full.

Then I slumped and panted as I enjoyed the bliss. Except he didn't seem inclined to stop. In fact, he nipped my neck again.

"Mmm... the real fun starts now..."

"Uh... huh?" I asked, still panting and kinda wishing I had a bottle of water on hand.

He nuzzled his head into my neck and rubbed his cheeks against mine, almost like he was a cat 'scenting' me. "The first dose of cum dramatically increases my pheromones. It also helps me produce a substance that will keep you erect and ready to go."

"What?" I asked, wondering how that was possible.

He licked my neck before sucking on it for a few seconds. "The pheromones will turn you on even more, and your hard on won't go away until my heat is over - or you manage to stop fucking me long enough to take a shower."

"Oh God! Really?" I couldn't help but be interested in this concept.

"Mmhm," he murmured in confirmation. Even as he tickled the roof of my mouth with his tongue, he rocked his body on my shaft, proving that I was still hard and had - at the very least - one more round in me.

"Hmm..." I hummed in thought. "Does this mean that I can drag you to my bed and lay you on your back?"

He stopped moving so that he could pull me into him. This gave him the room needed to wrap his legs around my waist and squeeze them tight. He also clenched his anal muscles in a way that made my eyes cross. I groaned, nearly cumming once again.