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maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 10)

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Epilogue

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Tony's POV -> leading up to bonding, Tony works on some of his pack relationships. And then, finally, his pack can bond together!

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, explicit d/s abo smut, heat sex, biting and bonding, knotting, mating (check Ao3 for further smut warnings)

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Tony wakes up restrained.

He blinks, eyes heavy, and realizes that his wrists are tied together, bound to the headboard in— the red room.

Dammit. He’s not even sure what happened. Thinking back, he remembers lunch with Peter and then— fuck! Peter!

Tony struggles in his binds, suddenly desperate to get back to his vulnerable mate who is entering heat and needing him.

“Let me out!” Tony bellows, lacing the command with as much dominant tone as he can manage. No response. He yells, thrashing and trying to break out of the ropes— the only thought in his mind to find and save his Omega.

“Cut it out, Tony!”

Tony freezes. Steve’s Alpha tone pins him in place, and he glares towards where his packmate is standing, arms crossed, in the doorway. Tony growls, “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing, Tony. He’s safe in the nest with Bucky and Annie. I need you to calm down and tell me what happened.”

Safe, thank god. Tony releases a short breath, relaxing into his restraints.

“I’m not… I’m not sure what happened. I was eating lunch with Peter, and then he smelled anxious. I tried to clear the room, but then he needed protecting and I— damn, did I hurt someone? I went feral, didn’t I?”

Steve shifts, walking closer, “No, no one was hurt. Bucky thinks you did go feral. Tony— you tried to mate him in the R&D lab.”

“Peter?” Tony screeches, horrified.

“No, you idiot— Bucky.” Steve rolls his eyes and sits on the end of the bed, “you almost mounted Bucky at work. You called him, he came to help you, and you made him submit.”

“Shit. I don’t remember any of that.”

“I didn’t think you would. Now,” Steve stands back up, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace, “can I untie you? Or are you going to cause trouble?”

Tony grumbles a bit, resentful of Steve for assuming he’s going to do something stupid. He eventually nods, though— resigned to suffering through his Omega’s heat, unable to see that Peter is okay.

Steve works through the bonds, quickly loosening the intricate knots and freeing Tony. “This is the least sexy way you’ve ever tied me up, Rogers,” he grunts, jumping off the bed.

He just gets a scoff in return. Steve leads the way out of the red room and down the hall, back to the living room where Clint is pacing back and forth between the kitchen, barely acknowledging them as they enter. Tony pulls out a few glasses, pouring each of them a finger of scotch, before perching himself on a barstool.

All three of them down their drink in one swig.

It’s uncomfortably quiet as Tony pours another one. Each of them nervously moving around, lost in their thoughts. And, of course, there’s the residual tension with Clint.

Tony can’t stand it anymore.

“Steve?” he wonders out loud, sipping on his drink casually.

“What, Beta?”

“We should kneel for you.”

Both of the other men set their glasses down, hard, and stare at Tony as if he just grew another head.

Clint coughs, “What the hell did you just say—“

“No, I’m serious. We’re all anxious and upset. Out of control. I’m feeling jittery— I think we should kneel for our Alpha. Maybe you can restrain us, or feed us. We need to establish trust, anyways.” he finishes off, looking pointedly towards Clint.

Steve stares at him for a long moment, and Tony returns it. Challenging. Tony’s mouth slowly ticks up into a mischievous grin, chin tilting back to expose his throat in submission.

Clint looks terrified, caught in between his two dominant mates, and does the right thing by staying silent.

Finally, Steve cracks, “Okay fine. But—" he interjects before Tony can celebrate, “I need to set ground rules. Neither of you are going to go fully into headspace, and neither will I. Tony, I need you to watch for this, since there is less of a risk for you swinging submissive. Understood?”

Both Betas voice their consent.

“Good. Second, we will use stop lights. If I check in and you are unable to give me a color, we stop the scene. Is this clear?”

They both answer, “Green.”

“Perfect. Now— third. I want to guide an honest conversation between us. We need to work out our differences, and that will be easier to do within a constructed space. I will not bind either of you. I will feed you both. I will direct our conversation and choose the location. Color?”

Tony agrees automatically, smiling at his Alpha, but notices that Clint is hesitating. The taller Beta glances between the two of them, eyes landing on Steve. He wrestles for a moment, internally, before coming to a decision.

“Green, Alpha.”

“Good,” Steve praises, reaching out to clap Clint on the shoulder.

He moves them quickly down the hall and into the office. Their pack rarely plays in here— electing to reserve this space for Steve’s business, when he needs to conduct it from home or work long hours— but Tony had the floors padded, just in case.

He’s grateful for it now. Steve moves them inside and instructs them to take off their shoes and socks. He leaves the room for a few minutes to bring back dinner, and Tony takes this time to check in on Clint and find a few water bottles from a nearby fridge.

When Steve returns, he situates the furniture— turning the large desk chair away from the wooden desk and dropping two kneeling pillows onto the floor, underneath his knees.

“Kneel,” he instructs, guiding Tony first and then Clint to sink to their knees in front of him. Both of them get soft praises and gentle strokes through their hair for the effort. Steve takes a few moments to choose music to play over the speakers, before encouraging them to rest against his legs.

They all sigh, releasing the stress of the past hour.

Steve waits until all of them are breathing steadily before he starts the conversation. For a lot of it, he just lets Clint talk. He starts with his current feelings, reservations about bonding, but ends up walking them through a lot of his trauma with past packs. He talks about losing his family, and then being taken in by Annie’s pack, and how she was always his rock throughout high school and college.

Tony didn’t know a lot of this. Even after his dates with Clint, they quickly realized that neither of them want to talk about emotions unless prompted. Steve asks Tony for his thoughts— and Tony is honest with Clint, sharing his feelings as well as his own hesitations.

He soon learns how functional the three of them are together. Tony keeps a hand on Clint— his leg, his shoulder— for most of the conversation, and helps Steve to ensure they’re all fed. He sees Clint visibly relaxing as Steve and Tony share their own stories, spending long minutes just listening to each other.

At one point, when talking about Tony’s history with toxic packs, it’s too much for him, and he tries to give Steve a blowjob. Clint ends up being the one to pull him back, holding his arms against his side until Tony goes limp.

Steve feeds them chocolate truffles as a reward.

Functional.

Throughout the next few days, all three of them eat together, spend time talking together, and sleep in the den together— the faint scent of their Omegas helping to calm them down late at night when they can’t sleep. Steve is very strict about sexual contact, and insists that they should wait until after the heat to try anything. Tony and Clint reluctantly agree.

By the sixth day, the Omega heat scent starts to change, hopefully signaling the end of the long cycle. Clint and Tony spend most of the day curled together in the living room, working on their tablets and watching Lord of the Rings in the background. Steve spends the day cooking, insisting that their Omegas will be hungry when they emerge.

Clint likes to play with his hair, combing through Tony’s short waves and trying to stand them up taller— then giving up and brushing through them again.

“You have gorgeous hair, Tones.” Clint murmurs, tugging on a few wayward strands.

Tony just hums, scrolling through his work documents. After a few more minutes, he feels Clint stop and remove his fingers.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could—“ Tony looks up and stops, stunned.

Clint is looking at him with soft affection, his eyes sparkling with unspoken and burning adoration that Tony is breathless under. He reaches down to touch Tony’s face and leans forward, maintaining eye contact as he brushes their noses together— lips just a breath away.

“Can I kiss you, Tony?”

Tony tries to whisper please, but the word is lost between their mouths, meeting in a desperate kiss. Clint slides his fingers back into Tony’s hair, pulling them closer, and Tony deepens the kiss, closing his eyes and nipping on Clint’s lower lip. He inhales sharply when Clint yanks on his hair, submitting to Tony’s pace and letting his mouth fall open with a sigh. Tony takes this as an invitation to pepper kisses over his jaw, down his neck, and across his bonding spot. He sucks lightly, and then harder when he hears Clint beg him for more.

Just as Tony’s shifting to push Clint further into the couch, Steve clears his throat from the kitchen.

“That’s enough.”

The two of them break apart, breathing hard and turning to see Steve, hands on his hips, and wearing the disappointed look on his face.

“Steve, we’re bonding, though,” Clint complains, sneaking a hand down to adjust himself in his pants, and Tony laughs at the double meaning. Steve doesn’t.

“I swear, Peter’s the only other sane person in this house,” Steve grumbles as he returns to his cooking, griping under his breath about the woes of being the only Alpha and his horny mates being the death of him.

Clint turns back into Tony’s arms, kissing behind his ear and whispers, “He’s not wrong.”

They lay together like this for a few hours, so Tony is with Clint when he gets a message from Annie.

The second heat is over.

Similar to the first heat, Tony waits until Peter finishes his shower before carrying him away for the evening. He still smells heavenly, and Tony doesn’t move from his side the entire night— even when Steve asks them all to join in for pack dinner.

Peter ends up on Tony’s lap, sharing a plate of food because it’s cute, dammit, and Tony needs to take care of his boy right now. The six of them are tired, spent from a stressful few days of heat. Bucky and Annie get passed between Clint and Steve, but Tony refuses to let go of his sweet Omega.

Dinner is delicious. Steve really knows how to butter them up, because he insists on debriefing the heat before allowing them to go to sleep. Tony ends up apologizing to Bucky for going feral at work, and the Omega tells him that he was probably in preheat as well, since the three Omegas were only a few hours apart this time.

That means the next heat is the one.

Fuck, Tony curses to himself. He’s been looking at proposing to Peter, but thought he might have one more heat cycle before deciding on the perfect location for his Omega. Now, as Peter drifts off to sleep in his arms, he pulls out his phone, calling Pepper’s personal number.

“Hey Pep,” he whispers, careful not to wake his mate, “No, everything’s okay. I need you to arrange maid service for one of my houses.”

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Tony can see Peter as he leaves the building, done with his last exam of the year. He stretches and pulls his jacket tightly around himself, ducking his head down as he treks towards the bus stop. As he sits on a bench underneath the awning, Tony pulls up in front of the stop, watching Peter look up in surprise as the passenger window lowers.

“Hop in, gorgeous,” Tony hollers, peaking over his sunglasses to give Peter a wink.

His mate jumps up— practically running to the car— and ducks into the passenger seat, throwing his backpack into the back seat before turning a brilliant smile towards Tony. The Beta practically melts, pulling Peter into a hug and nuzzling into his neck, enjoying the way the younger Omega shivers slightly and relaxes in his arms.

“Hi baby,” Tony smiles and pulls away, “How was your exam?”

Peter flushes and tilts his head in question, “It was fine. Long. What are you doing here, Tony?”

Tony pulls back into traffic before responding, “Clear your schedule for this weekend, I’m taking you away.”

“Oh. But, Tony, what about work—”

“Taken care of, baby,” Tony smirks and glances over in time to see Peter’s face shift from confused, to concerned, and back to confused, “Don’t worry, I’ve been missing you lately and thought it would be nice to get away for the weekend. Besides, Clint and Annie already packed you a bag.”

Peter grips Tony’s arm over the gear shift, “Are you serious? Where are we going?”

“A surprise, sweetheart, you’ll see.” Tony promises. He returns the grip on Peter’s hand all the way to the airport, and holds his mate close through the plane flight— even when Peter falls asleep in his arms.

The surprise ends up being a plane flight to his family’s villa in Valencia. It’s still dark outside when Tony’s jet lands, and he makes sure not to wake his Omega as he picks him up and ducks into the waiting car.

Tony enjoys the warmth of Peter’s body on top of his as he watches the beginning of the sunrise peaking over the horizon. When their car finally pulls up to the villa, Tony wakes his dozing Omega, gently herding him towards the rear patio, and tipping the driver extra for bringing their bags inside. He settles his sleepy mate in front of him on one of the ocean-facing lounge chairs to watch the sunrise.

“Tony,” Peter sighs in between a yawn, “I can’t believe you would do this for me.”

“Peter,” Tony shifts them around so he can look into Peter’s eyes when he answers, “I would move oceans, dismantle governments, and give you the moon if I thought it would make you happy,” Peter opens his mouth to interrupt, but Tony continues, “My beautiful Omega, I’m sorry I haven’t proposed, but you know you mean everything to me, right? I know you’re bonding with Steve first, and you have him at the center of our pack, but I swear— you are my true love,” Peter sucks in a breath as Tony asks, “Will you be mine, Peter?”

He watches Peter’s jaw drop as he pulls out a velvet black box. Tony opens the lid, slowly, to reveal both a silver ring and a delicate silver necklace. As Peter inspects further, he sees that the necklace has a small lock at the clasp, and the ring is an electronic key to—

Tony sees the moment it clicks for him.

“Y-yours?” Peter looks up and touches his own throat, question clear in his tone.

Tony reaches down and picks up the necklace— no, the collar— and turns it so Peter can see the inscription engraved.

Tony Stark.

Simple, yet clear possession. And Peter doesn’t even hesitate in lowering his neck, presenting the back for Tony to clasp the silver chain into place. Such a good boy. Tony lets out a rumble of approval, and Peter looks up through his eyelashes.

“Thank you, Da—”

His mate freezes as he realizes what name almost slipped from his lips, and Tony tightens his hold, “Shit, baby— what did you call me?”

Peter shakes his head in refusal, but Tony grips onto his chin, needing to hear it, “Peter, look at me,” and at the command his Omega lifts his eyes, tears forming at the edges, and whimpers quietly, shaking in Tony’s arms. Damn. “Baby? Do you want—”

“No, T-tony I’m sorry, I didn’t,” hiccup, “didn’t mean it, I’m so sorr—”

“Shh,” Tony brushes his thumb over Peter’s soft, pink lips— silencing his protests, “Don’t apologize, baby. Not for that.”

He leans down to dot a kiss onto Peter’s nose, taking in Peter’s DevestatedFearShame scent and deciding quickly how to put his sweet mate at ease.

“Peter,” he says quietly, “do you want to be my Submissive? To wear my collar?”

“... yes, Beta.”

Shit. He closes his eyes briefly to maintain some sense of control. “Peter, do you want me to be your Dominant?”

Peter’s eyes widen, “Yes, please, Beta.”

“Peter– do you want me to be your Daddy?”

Peter’s eyes flutter shut as he hiccups again, frantically nodding his head, “Yes, yes please, yes,”

“Open your eyes, baby. Yes, who?” Important, so important.

Peter’s eyes shoot open—

“Yes, Daddy. ”

Tony groans, forcing himself to maintain eye contact, and smiles down at his small, beautifully innocent mate.

“Such a good boy, Peter. I knew it, fuck, I knew you’d be mine.”

He doesn’t get a response, just a sweet whimper instead as Peter sways closer, licking his lips absently. Tony reaches down to hook a hand under Peter’s thigh. Violet clouds are reflecting off the surface of the water, lighting up Peter’s shimmering eyes with magnificent colors as they both wait for the sun to breach the surface.

Silence stretches, heavy, between them. Eyes locked together. Tony shifts his Omega, finding an easier angle to get access to his neck. The silver collar twinkles in the early morning light and Tony sucks lightly around the jewelry, humming into Peter’s skin. He feels his mate shiver, and pulls away to look back into his eyes, now half-lidded.

“You cold, baby?” he teases. He knows there’s a dumb smile on his face.

Peter just blinks lazily, “No, Daddy,” he whispers, letting his small lips part invitingly.

The temptation is too great. Tony leans forward and steals a wet kiss from his baby, swallowing the pleased moan he gets in response. Peter’s lips barely move in response, content to let Tony control the pace.

They spend a while after this trading lingering kisses and gazing far into the sunrise. Peter falls asleep as the sun heats his skin, stretching out and letting himself be warmed above by the morning rays and below by Tony’s secure hold.

As Tony’s eyes start to hang heavy, he makes the decision to move both of them up onto the sunbed outside of the master bedroom. It isn’t until late in the morning that they rouse again, and Peter is still floating in his head.

“There’s no rush, baby, we can spend some time in bed.” Tony teases, not expecting the embarrassed blush from Peter.

“M’kay, Daddy,” he whispers, ducking his face into Tony’s shoulder, “but I’m getting hungry.”

“Aww, sweet Omega,” Tony coos, “feeling soft for me? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you baby.”

The small Omega just snuggles closer, steady breaths turning into a gentle purr as his scent blossoms into HappyContentSatisfied. Tony’s sure his own scent matches.

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Their weekend is short. Tony can’t remember the last time he was this happy, this relaxed, around another person. Of course, he’s always felt happy around his Alpha and Omega. This is different. This is his soulmate.

And Peter makes sure to tell him this all the time. Swimming out in Balearic, wrestling in the terrace pool, kissing under the moonlight— Peter is liberal with his affection and adoration, looking Tony in the eyes every time he whispers, “I love you, my Beta.”

Peter looks decadent with a tan. Absolutely delicious. Small freckles have overtaken his cheeks and shoulders, providing endless patterns for Tony’s fingers to trace across his skin. Both of them had tanned without their shorts this weekend. Tony’s proud that he convinced his modest Omega to go through with that. He has the absolute cutest little peach.

Sadly, Peter won’t let him touch.

They agreed months ago to save their first time for their bonding. This also means that Tony’s first time with Peter will come after Steve’s. Dammit. He’s just glad there’s a collar around Peter’s neck with his name on it.

On their plane flight back, his Omega seems distant. Their conversations are shorter, and Peter spends most of the time touching his necklace, staring silently out the window.

With a sigh, Tony makes his way over. Peter looks at him in question, but Tony picks him up, out of the chair, before the smaller man can object. Peter just makes a sad noise and burrows into Tony’s arms as he seats them back into the chair, facing the window.

“What’s wrong, Peter?” he asks, giving his jaw a chaste kiss.

Peter sniffles, “I feel weird, Tony. Sad and itchy.”

Uh oh. Tony turns his head, scenting along Peter’s bonding glands where the skin is slightly red and inflamed.

“Is this how you felt before your heats, baby? Could it be—”

Peter’s eyes go wide, “No, do you think? I didn’t even realize that… Yeah. Yeah, it’s exactly how I felt last time.”

Before he can panic, Tony shushes him and holds tighter.

“Fuck. It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.”

While Peter trembles and tries to steady his breathing, Tony pulls out his phone to send off a few obscure messages. There are ten missed calls, and a dozen messages. All of them from Steve.

He curses under his breath, calling Steve back.

“Tony, what the hell—”

“Where’s the fucking emergency, Steve? I’m on a plane back to New York right now.”

“Don’t give me that tone, Beta,” Steve sounds irritated already, “get back as soon as you can. I think our Omegas are going into heat again.”

Oh. Oh, shit.

Tony looks down at Peter— the Omega breathing faster and whining deep in his throat, “Uh, I think you’re right, Steve. And I think it might be the one.”

There’s a silence on the other end before Steve curses, “Holy shit. Fuck, Tony. Goddamn.”

“— wow, please don’t bond our Omegas with that mouth,”

“Shut up, Tony. God. Okay. Okay. I’m going to make some calls and help them nest. Get home as soon as possible— we’ll be waiting.”

Tony growls at his Alpha’s command, reluctantly agreeing before hanging up.

“What’s— something wrong, Daddy?” Peter breaths into his neck, his sweet and natural submission throwing Tony further into his dominant hindbrain. Similar to the start of Peter’s last heat.

“Just sleep, Omega. You’re so good for me. We’ll be home soon.”

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Tony carries Peter the rest of the way, never letting another person close enough to touch. The last of the flight and the drive home pass in a possessive blur— Peter sleeping restlessly as his scent deepens incrementally. Tony’s been hard for hours.

Clint meets him at the front door— good choice, Steve— and the taller Beta grabs their bags from the car as Tony brings Peter into their house, making a beeline for the nest.

Safe, safe, safe, safe, he keeps chanting to himself, sprinting down the last hallway.

After their second heat, the Omegas had insisted on expanding the downstairs nest. Now, instead of taking up the back half of the annex, the upper canopy extends to enclose the entire space, moving the opening up to where the security panels lower to close the nest off from their den. The security panels still function, when needed, but now there’s space to fit multiple mattresses and other amenities inside the room.

Tony knocks on one of the wood panels, waiting for a confirmation before entering. He learned the hard way never to enter an Omega’s nest without permission. Bucky has surprisingly good aim with a knife.

Gentle footsteps pad closer, and the canopy is pulled open. Bucky stands at the entrance, eyes half lidded, and he struggles to concentrate on the couple in front of him.

He points at Peter, “Need my ’mega,” he rumbles, making grabby hands at Peter’s limp body.

Tony growls, low, “Can I come in, Bucky.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, suddenly clear and focused. Good.

“Y-yes, Beta. Please.”

Tony pushes through, barely acknowledging Bucky’s response. Annie is cradled in Steve’s arms, the giant Alpha looking like a pile of mush staring down at the tiny Omega. God, what a sap.

He can hear Bucky moving things around and ignores him, instead choosing the best place to put Peter down. Near the window, but not too close. Not under the vent— too cold.

Unfortunately, it looks like the best place is right next to Steve and Annie. There’s a ton of blankets near them, and both of his mates are warm. Plus, Steve is good at protecting.

Tony grumbles to himself as he moves toward the Alpha, sizing up the threat. Large. Strong. He knows his Alpha can pin him to the ground in one move, so Tony keeps his eyes up, shoulders straight, and refuses to submit.

Steve’s eyes narrow, his growl intensifies. Tony matches the growl, moving his hands to hide Peter’s face from view. This makes the Alpha angrier. Tony knows. There needs to be an amicable exchange.

“Move.” Bucky demands from behind him, pushing Tony out of the way— earning him a warning snap— and jumping on the bed to snuggle up next to Steve and Annie, extending his arms. “Put ‘im down.”

Tony pouts, upset at his Omega’s insolence, but still gently lays Peter down in Bucky’s arms, trusting his mates to get him comfortable.

Bucky mumbles something, but it’s lost in the blankets and skin.

“What’s that?” Tony asks, digging around in the covers to find his mate’s face.

God, he’s adorable. He drops a kiss on Bucky’s forehead as the Omega responds, “Where’s Clint?”

“I’ll go get him. You just get comfortable.”

Bucky giggles— a beautifully innocent sound that has Tony struggling to leave the nest. So he runs, sprints, to find the other Beta as soon as possible.

Clint meets him at the bottom of the steps, carrying a pile of clothing and a really large duffle bag.

Duffle bag? Oh, fuck no.

Taking three long strides, Tony pins him up against the wall, growling, “Fuck if you’re running away, Barton.”

The Beta looks stunned. He glances down at the clothes strewn across the floor and the bag in his hands before laughing, “Aw, Tony no. It’s— smell them. Fuck, look inside the beg. I’m not running, I swear.”

Tony picks up some of the clothes, and realizes that it’s an assortment of scents— probably meant for the nest. Oh. He zips open the bag, and there are various lotions, toys, books, and other items inside. All personal things for the nest. Clint’s things.

“Damn, Clint,” Tony curses, holding the items reverently while peering up at the larger Beta, “you’re serious about this?”

Clint pulls him to his feet, staring into his eyes. He bends forward to kiss Tony, gentle and swift. Suddenly, Tony understands something about Clint he never did before: Clint knows the value of pack more than any of them ever will.

Before Tony can wax poetic, Clint has him by the elbow, pulling them back towards the nest.

“C’mon, don’t get emotional right now,” he teases, flashing a cocky smile, “let’s go get bonded, yeah?”

They both sprint back down the hallway, locking doors, turning off lights, and finally joining their future bondmates.

Once the six of them are in the nest together, it feels as though their instincts fall into alignment. The Omegas are sleeping, so the others spend time eating, preening, and rearranging the nest over and over again.

It takes five hours before they enter heat. Tony thought it might be a gradual shift, or that it might come with a verbal confirmation, but that’s definitely not what happens. Simultaneously, the Omega scent in the room shifts, dark and sweet, heady. Horny. A needy whine breaks out from… one of them, all of them.

Clint moans, “Oh, hot damn. Guys, what the— what the fuck,” and starts to crawl forward, already pulling at his clothes.

Tony understands. His pants are far too tight, and he’s starting to sweat through his shirt. He can smell Peter through the fog of heat scent, and his control is slipping.

God, he’s thankful for his Alpha. Steve holds Clint back with one hand, growling in a warning, “Remember what we decided, Beta.”

Clint whimpers and exposes his throat, submitting to the Alpha. Tony sits still, watching.

Alpha scoots up the bed, hovering over their Omegas, cuddled together and writhing around like kittens in a basket. He leans down and noses at each of them, nudging them awake, slowly. Tony hears one of them choke on a sob, probably surprised by the intensity of their heat. He reaches down to squeeze himself through his pants, abating his desire for a moment.

Steve shifts them, letting Bucky and Annie curl together as they blink awake, and laying Peter flat down on the bed. For the hundreds of times they’ve discussed this— working out hesitations and needs beforehand— Tony is still jealous of the way Steve gets to love his mate first.

Tony can only sit still for so long. Steve murmurs permission to the rest of them, and Tony immediately crawls to pull the other Omegas closer, settling the two of them over his and Clint’s laps.

He lets Clint do most of the work, stripping them and adding used clothing to the nest. Once they’re all naked and pressed together, Tony returns his attention back to the Alpha and Omega on the center of the bed.

God, they’re gorgeous together. Steve is easily twice the size of Peter, engulfing him as they kiss and claw at each other. Peter’s tiny mewls and gasps of please, Alpha are muted by Steve’s possessive growls. The Alpha eagerly strips them, pawing at Peter’s exposed skin, as they turn and roll together, a biological dance Tony is captivated by.

“Touch me, Beta,” Bucky begs. Tony tears his eyes away from the scene in front of them, and sees the smaller Omega staring up at him with dark eyes, tear tracks staining his flushed cheeks.

“Hush, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Tony promises, and pulls Bucky further up into his lap. He groans in pleasure as the base of his cock slides up against Bucky’s slick, inviting hole, but refrains from filling the Omega. Not yet.

He lets Bucky rock in his lap, stimulating his entrance from the outside as the two of them watch Peter scramble to his knees and arch his back, presenting for the panting Alpha behind him. There’s a constant string of praise coming from Steve’s lips, but it’s lost in the atmosphere, similar to the blankets and scents surrounding them now.

“Touch me, Beta.” Bucky keens, wriggling on Tony’s thighs, smearing slick down his legs. Tony braces himself against a few pillows and wraps his arms around the sweet Omega in front of him, resting one hand over his chest to pull him closer, and letting the other trail down between Bucky’s legs.

He watches Steve line up with Peter’s hole, rubbing the tip of his cock through the dripping mess, before slowly pushing in. As he sinks into Peter’s body, Tony wraps his hand around Bucky’s cock, giving him a teasing stroke from tip to root.

Both Peter and Bucky cry out, gripping the sheets.

Steve starts a steady pace, mounting Peter with his legs bent on either side. His hands are planted on Peter’s shoulders, pushing the Omega further into the bed, and the wet slap of his balls hitting Peter’s taint is downright pornographic.

Tony speeds up his strokes on Bucky’s cock, matching Steve’s rhythm. Bucky grinds back into Tony’s lap, begging, “Please, Beta. P-please, I’m so. I’m so empty, Beta. I need you, please.”

He curses Steve for wanting to knot Bucky first. “Soon, Omega. So good for me, soon honey, I swear. I promise.”

Peter cries, spreading his legs wider, and Tony can hear Clint and Annie breathing hard nearby. He turns to look for them, unsurprised to see Clint pushing her legs back, muffling his grunts into her skin as he fucks her, matching their Alpha’s thrusts.

Annie’s crying. Bucky’s crying. Peter is downright sobbing, pleading Steve for his knot.

Steve drapes his body further over Peter’s back. Tony can see him nosing around Peter’s bonding spot, licking a promising stripe up the side of his neck.

Peter is so fucking hard— dripping precome across the sheets as he lets himself be fucked, sliding across the bed with each relentless thrust.

Tony speeds up his grip on Bucky, using his other hand to pull on the Omega’s swollen nipples.

“M’gonna come, Beta,” Bucky whines, almost simultaneous with Peter’s breathy, “M’close, Alpha.”

Tony’s determined now. He feels his own orgasm closing in, but knows he wants to save it. Save it for Peter. Instead, he strokes Bucky faster, tighter, and moves his other hand lower, pushing two fingers inside the already loose hole, moaning as Bucky clenches around him.

“Yeah, you gonna come for me, Omega? Gonna be sweet for me?”

“Yes, please— god, please.”

Steve pumps harder, clutching around Peter’s chest and burying his face in the small Omega’s neck. Tony watches as his knot grows, swelling quickly, and starts to disappear into Peter’s hole.

“Do it, Omega— come for me.”

The Alpha command does it. For all three Omegas.

All of them cry out in unison, and Tony feels Bucky clench down on his fingers as clear, Omega cum paints his chest, covering Tony’s hand. He’s so enraptured with Bucky’s orgasm that he almost misses Peter’s— the tiny Omega keening as Steve’s fist-sized knot pops inside. Tony swears it’s audible. His little cock dribbles out clear fluid that Tony wants to devour, and then Steve bites down.

He sees Peter’s body go stock-still. He hears the sound of Steve’s teeth breaking skin. There’s a deep rumble from the Alpha, still emptying himself into the Omega. And then Peter yelps— a quick, pained noise— before it’s replaced with a harmonizing purr.

“Sounds like the bond took,” Bucky sighs, leaning back to kiss underneath Tony’s chin.

Tony is speechless. He kisses the Omega back, absently, and then turns to look for his other mates.

He doesn’t have to look too far— Clint has Annie knotted on his lap, exchanging slow kisses as they watch Steve and Peter turn onto their sides, spooned together. Clint sends a wink Tony’s way. Tony just rolls his eyes.

Steve moves Peter’s head back so that the Omega can reach his neck, and coaxes Peter to return the bite while he’s still coming. His sweet Omega makes an adorable chirping noise before mouthing at the spot, biting gently and then sinking his teeth in, searching for the right depth. Steve gasps and thrusts forward, releasing another spurt of cum as the Omega bonds him.

“I guess I thought there would be fireworks.” Tony murmurs into the back of Bucky’s neck. He’s still achingly hard, but thankful that the Omega has stopped moving on top of him. Instead, Bucky turns in his arms, scooping up his spend, and starts to rub it into the short hair at the base of Tony’s cock.

Tony’s breath picks back up— he’s seen Bucky act possessive before, but this instinctual marking is doing something different to his hindbrain. It’s especially difficult to maintain control when Bucky ghosts a hot breath across the tip of his cock, teasing, and gently takes the first inch or so into his mouth.

“Fuck, honey. The hell—”

Bucky pulls off with a wet pop! and gives Tony a confused and injured look, “M’so hungry, Beta. Need it bad, please.”

Tony glances over at Steve and Peter, trying to judge how long Steve’s knot is going to last. The couple is still entangled together, exchanging sweet kisses and staring into each other’s eyes. He has to refrain from rolling his eyes again. He’s probably going to look the same when he bonds with Peter.

He turns back to Bucky. “Okay, here. Just hold it, okay? Gonna wait for Steve and Petey to unlock, and then he’ll fill you up.”

Turning them slightly, he lets Bucky lay comfortably with his head in Tony’s lap. From there, it’s easy to slide his cock into the Omega’s waiting mouth, shushing his moans with gentle fingers through his hair.

“Damn, you always look so good with a dick in your mouth,” Tony praises, stroking the outline of his cock pressing against Bucky’s cheek.

Next to them, Clint laughs, “You guys are gross.”

“You’re just jealous, Beta. Now hush— you’re disturbing my mate.”

Both Clint and Annie are laughing now, a happy noise that makes Bucky hum. Tony curses. The vibrations are torture, but he gives Bucky a soft smile anyways, enjoying how pretty his Omega looks wrapped around him like this.

It takes another ten minutes or so for Steve’s knot to go down. Clint’s only lasted a few minutes, so the Beta is up and bringing them water before the second round begins. Peter seems content to lay with the Alpha, but for Annie and Bucky, their heat is only satisfied for a moment before they start squirming, desperate.

“Shh,” Tony pets Bucky’s hair, pushing back his bangs, as the Omega starts to whimper around his cock, “only a few more minutes, I promise.”

There’s a slick sound, and Tony turns to watch as Clint slides back in, turning Annie so he can fuck her from behind as she starts to wail in need. Damn, Steve had better hurry up.

They only have to wait another minute. Peter gasps quietly, Steve swears, and Tony can hear the knot release. Steve gives one last kiss to his mark on Peter’s neck and then turns, searching for Bucky.

Bucky— the perfect, sweet, submissive Omega he is— actually looks to Tony for permission before pulling off, stealing a kiss, before throwing himself into Steve’s arms, sobbing as the Alpha whispers promises into his ear.

Tony crawls closer, watching Steve’s stance, and slowly drags Peter back down the bed. He doesn’t want to challenge Steve’s territory on the mattress, but he needs his mate. His soulmate.

Peter just giggles, happy to be drawn close, even as their packmates start fucking nearby.

“So pretty, Omega,” he whispers, turning Peter’s head to the side and inspecting the bite. Clean, deep, and perfect. To get his bond to join with theirs, Tony is going to have to fit his teeth into the marks left by Steve’s.

“You feeling okay, baby?” he asks, checking Peter’s body over for any bruises.

Peter just smiles, big and carefree, “Perfect, Daddy.”

Tony could care less if his mates overhear their dynamic— they’ll get used to it eventually. It seems like they’re preoccupied, so Tony doesn’t waste time worrying. Instead, he just returns Peter’s smile, “Good boy, are you feeling ready? Do you need a break Peter?”

Peter just shakes his head. He looks bashful all of a sudden, and Tony realizes it’s because he’s noticed Tony’s erection, still full and angry red between his legs. He chuckles, grinding lightly against Peter’s thigh. He watches as his Omega starts to shake from the stimulation, looking up at Tony with pleading eyes.

“N-need you, Beta. Need to be— to be yours.”

“Okay, okay— just. Uh,” Tony’s hands are shaking, overwhelmed by the sudden weight of the situation. Get a grip, Tony.

“Daddy, please,” Peter whines, bucking up into his hold and clutching tight on Tony’s shoulders, “bond me. Tony, bond me. Make me yours, please.”

Something snaps in Tony. He growls, low in his throat, and bends forward to press his teeth into the existing mark— careful not to break skin, but a promise for later. Peter chokes on his breath, sending a tremor down his body and through his legs until he’s shaking underneath Tony.

Tony settles gently over Peter, encouraging his smaller mate to wrap his legs securely around his waist. The urgency is building in both of them, and Tony’s vision is starting to blur, focusing in on his Omega. His soulmate.

The whimpers and moans are perfect as he touches for the first time, letting his hands explore skin that was forbidden mere hours ago. Peter arches into his touch, desperate for more, and Tony looks down to see a fresh wave of slick and Steve’s cum leak out of him.

His control breaks, and he’s on Peter— kissing and sucking and biting his way down the younger Omega’s body, encouraged by breathy whispers and returned affection.

They fit so perfectly together. If Steve and Peter were made to be Alpha and Omega, Tony and Peter were made to be dominant and submissive— cut from the same cloth, bending and molding to serve each other perfectly, with every touch, with every heartbeat.

Every please from Peter is answered with a resounding yes from Tony.

Not to mention Peter’s taste. His scent. Creamy and sweet, every bit he indulges from Peter’s lips and his body is absolutely sinful on his tongue.

He gets a smack on the arm, and lifts his head in shock from where he was busy tasting between Peter’s legs. The Omega— damn, he’s adorable— is looking at him with unbridled longing.

“Inside me, Daddy,” Peter demands, pouting and extending his arms for Tony to return to.

Tony huffs, taking one last taste of his baby, before crawling back up his body, “Didn’t know Daddy was getting a brat for a mate,” he teases, making Peter whine in disagreement.

“M’not a brat.” He insists, fighting a smile.

“Of course not,” Tony agrees, swooping down for a sloppy kiss, pushing the remaining mixture of slick and cum into his mate’s waiting mouth. When Peter hums in pleasure, Tony withdraws with a quick peck, “you’re my good boy, Peter.”

“Please,” is all he gets back. Peter is panting heavily in his arms, and spreading his legs wide, inviting.

Tony hangs his head, bracketing Peter’s body with his arms, and leans forward to line up with Peter’s entrance. He feels the head of his cock catch on Peter’s rim, and he presses forward, groaning at the sensation of Peter’s hot, tight hole pulling him in.

“Baby— feel so good, holy shit,” he watches Peter’s face, enraptured by his slack expression and the obvious wonder in his eyes as Tony slips deeper, deeper into him, inch by inch.

When he’s fully seated inside, both of them take a moment to breathe each other’s air, staring deep into the other’s eyes. This is it. This is forever. Tony closes the gap, taking Peter’s mouth and promising him the world with the sweetest kiss he can. Peter returns it eargery, prodding Tony in the back with his heels.

Tony obeys the silent command, pulling out to the tip and sinking back in, deeper. Peter sobs into his mouth as he does it again, filling his Omega completely before leaving him empty.

As he starts a rhythm, he leans down to suck on Peter’s bonding glands. The scent of Vanilla Cream and Honeysuckle have new undertones of Coffee and Thunderstorms— Steve. The combination is heady, and he growls as his arousal grows, forcing him to thrust harder into Peter’s eager body.

He barely notices the matching noises coming from his left and right as his mates chase their orgasm, clinging to each other and exchanging wet kisses. Tony just focuses in front of him, on his beautiful mate as he falls apart, piece by piece.

“D-daddy… M’gonna— I need your knot, p-please.” Peter begs, clenching down on Tony’s cock, milking him greedily.

“Fuck, yeah. Gonna— gonna make you mine, Peter. Mine.” Tony snarls, licking long stripes against Peter’s neck, even as his hips speed up, chasing his quickly approaching release.

Peter closes his eyes, crying out with each thrust into his body, and Tony’s knot starts to swell, pulling at his poor, abused rim. He lifts his hips, aiming towards Peter’s prostate as his orgasm crashes over him.

“I’m coming— I’m coming, baby. Fuck. I’m gonna—”

“Yes! Please, mate me. Yours, yours, yours—” Peter chants, his body accepting Tony’s swollen knot so beautifully, so naturally.

The knot catches, locking securely inside Peter’s hole, and Tony whimpers, releasing deep into his body. He pulls back just for a moment, and watches Peter shake apart in his arms as his orgasm rushes through him.

“Forever,” Tony promises, only half a mind left, and lunges forward. He lines his teeth up with the previous mark and bites down. Hard.

Peter screams. His muscles tighten, milking Tony through his orgasm, and his wet, sweet cum pumps in between their bodies. Tony rolls them, still riding out their orgasms, and guides Peter to the other side of his neck. Peter scents him for just a moment before biting down— carefully at first, and then breaking skin— piercing the bonding glands, when he finds the perfect spot.

Something pops, sweet and content, into Tony’s mind. It feels… it feels the same as Peter's scent. Warm and inviting in his head, and blossoming into joy as Peter feels his side of the bond awaken.

With his Omega settled firmly on his knot, Tony focuses on the sensation of Peter in his mind, swimming through his thoughts. Peter’s eyes are closing, but his presence is still strong in Tony’s mind.

“I can… feel you.” Tony says, full of awe as he stares up at his bondmate.

Peter reaches down and intertwines their fingers, squeezing gently. He smiles, cheeky, and clenches around Tony’s cock, still buried deep, “I feel you, Tony.”

“My bratty baby, huh?” he groans, grinding up to hit Peter’s over-sensitive sweet spot and make the Omega squeal. “M’trying to be cute with you.”

“You’re always cute with me, Daddy.”

They realize then, after a chorus of soft laughter, that everyone else has gone quiet in their shared orgasms.

“Holy shit. Daddy?” Clint cackles, lighting up the room with amused laughter and turning Peter’s face red. It seems like Annie and Clint are stuck together again, the large Beta wrapped around his Omega and spooning her from behind. He plays with her hair as she drifts off, smiling fondly.

Tony cranes his neck, eager to see the aftermath of Steve and Bucky’s bond. All he can see from his position is Steve’s back— the Alpha is cradling the smaller Omega in his lap, wrapped in his arms, and the two of them are both tearful as they share their intimate moment. Tony can’t count the amount of times he’s seen them knotted together, but this feels different— significant.

He gets it.

He looks up into Peter’s face, and he gets it.

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It takes a few moments of hydrating and specific coordination before any of them are ready to go for their third round. Tony knows this is his time to bond with Bucky, as Steve will finally knot Annie and Clint will mate with Peter. The coordination comes when Bucky, Annie, and Peter share their bonding bites.

Tomorrow— when the Omegas are delirious with heat— Steve, Tony and Clint will exchange bonds. Until then, it’s their responsibility to help each Omega bond with all five other packmates.

Tony fucks Bucky on his back, lining him up opposite of Peter so the two Omegas can exchange sweet kisses while their Betas bring them to the edge. After they come apart, gasping into each other’s mouths, both Omegas sink their teeth in to seal the bond. It’s breathtaking. Tony looks up, making eye contact with Clint, and suddenly feels himself close, so close.

He wishes he could bond Clint right now, but knows they need to wait until Steve can claim them first. He settles for pulling Clint into a kiss, slamming hard into Bucky’s ass, and grunting as he comes deep into his Omega, filling him with a knot for the first time.

Bucky breaks off of Peter’s neck with a gasp, and looks desperately into Tony’s eyes, “B-bond me, Beta. Wanna be yours.”

Tony dips down, swiveling his hips to grind his knot deeper, and scents Bucky’s throat. Damn, the mix of Peter and Steve and Bucky makes him shiver, sending another wave of cum into Bucky’s body. He lines up and bites down, guiding Bucky to the other side of his neck.

He feels a wave of affection from Peter as the bond with Bucky snaps into place. Tony collapses, barely missing Bucky on the way down, and the two of them turn onto their sides, releasing their bites to press their foreheads together.

Panting into each other’s mouths, Tony laughs and leans in to kiss his Omega, whispering, “I love you so much, Bucky.”

Bucky hums, barely opening his eyes to respond, “Love you too, my Beta.”

The next day or so passes in a similar way. It turns out that watching Bucky and Clint fuck is one of the hottest things Tony has ever seen in his life, and it’s emotional when they bond, shaking in each other’s arms. Steve ends up knotting Peter again, and Peter and Annie bond at the same time Tony bonds with Annie, holding her tight in his arms and kissing promises into her delicate skin. When Clint breaks off Bucky's neck, and Tony breaks off Annie’s, the two Omegas pull each other close to seal the final bond.

They spend the evening eating, napping, and fucking— making sure their Omegas are satisfied on a knot more often than not. Tony spends a whole hour just rubbing different packmates down with lotion and helping the Omegas bathe. He’s thankful that they all fall asleep easily.

By the next afternoon, Tony is itching to bond with Steve and Clint. There’s a tension growing between them that Tony knows will be resolved with a good fuck— especially with Clint.

They take a few hours to wear the Omegas out and strengthen their existing bonds. After bundling them up in blankets and tucking their Omegas away, Clint gets up to pull a plate of carefully wrapped sandwiches out of the fridge with a chilled bottle of wine, passing Steve and Tony both a glass before opening it and pouring them a drink.

It’s silent as they eat, thankful for a break. After the sandwiches are gone, they retreat to the en-suite bathroom, keeping the door open in case of an emergency and washing each other gently.

Tony leans forward as he’s cleaning Clint’s shoulders and asks, low, “Would you let me fuck you, Clint?”

The taller Beta wheezes, almost slipping on the shower tiles, “The hell, Tony? Trying to kill me?”

Steve steps closer, taking an interest in their conversation, “Answer the question, Beta.”

“S-shit, Alpha. Yes. Yeah, please—"

Backed up against the wall, Clint’s plea breaks off into a moan as Tony pulls him down, claiming his lips in a desperate kiss. He’s rougher than he usually allows himself to be, slamming Clint’s back against the wall as he grabs a generous handful of hair, pulling Clint closer as he fucks the Beta’s mouth with his tongue. Clint yields, sliding further down the wall, until he collapses out of Tony’s grip and onto his knees.

Tony tries to catch him, but Clint is already reaching up, eager to get his hands, his mouth, on both of his dominant mates. Steve steps closer, and Tony can see that all three of them are hardening up, ready for the next round.

Ready to bond.

As Clint starts to stroke their lengths together, Tony turns, capturing Steve’s open mouth in a deep kiss, letting the Alpha set the pace and turn their kiss messy and hot and needy.

He groans, breaking their kiss, as Clint takes him in his mouth, sucking hard. He starts to bob up and down, taking Tony’s cock into his throat each time. His hands grip tighter, pulling Tony’s hips in closer as he strokes Steve, paying attention to the knot slowly swelling at the base, before switching— wrapping his lips around Steve’s monster cock. Clint looks gorgeous like this— eyes blinking rapidly to avoid the shower spray and clear away tears, choking on their Alpha’s cock, with his own length neglected and rock hard between his legs.

“Fuck, Clint... holy sh— I’m gonna come,” Tony moans, thrusting into the Beta’s tight hold. Steve grabs him around his waist, moving a finger down to press lightly against his hole, “No, shit— bed.”

“Yeah, c’mon,” Steve breathes as he pulls Clint off, “let’s go bond, Beta.”

Both of them groan at this, at the promise from their Alpha. Steve helps Clint to his feet and the two of them make out while Tony focuses on cleaning them off. They barely dry off as the three of them stumble, trading kisses, back into the nest.

Clint ends up in the middle with Steve and Tony hovering over him, covering his body in marks as they kiss down his chest, up his neck, around his thighs. Tony’s glad their Omegas are still sleeping, because he couldn’t imagine stopping for any reason.

Steve moves to spread Clint’s legs, humming in approval as the Beta submits easily to him, “Gonna let me inside ya, Clint?” he gets an eager nod in approval, “How ‘bout Tony— gonna let him at your little hole?”

“Shit, Alpha,” Clint curses, “please. Need you in me, god, I’m so fuckin’ empty—”

“Grab me the lube, Tony,” Steve orders from in between Clint’s legs, reaching down to thumb at his entrance, and Tony scrambles away, grabbing the clear bottle out of the night stand. He takes a look at his mates sleeping nearby, and briefly considers using their slick. He laughs, shaking his head and crawling back to Steve and Clint.

Tony kneels over Clint, offering the lube to Steve.

“No, you do it. I’m gonna take his mouth.”

“Oh. Shit, okay,” Tony agrees, opening the bottle with a small click. Steve kneels over Clint’s face, giving him a brief kiss, before feeding his cock upside down through Clint’s lips.

Steve looks up at Tony— the vision of a god with his hands on his hips, stark naked, dripping wet, and cock sliding in and out of his Beta’s throat— and he points, “Get to it, Tony. He’s not an Omega— his poor little hole needs help.”

Clint chokes, jerking his hips up at Steve’s words. “Fuck, I think he likes that,” Tony murmurs, starting to work a lubed up finger into Clint’s ass. “He looks so pretty hanging off your dick, Alpha. Like he was made for it.”

He works his fingers in, one at a time— enjoying the work and the stretch as he opens slowly, so slowly. Clint is squirming on his hand, and Steve holds his wrists together under his body, leaning forward to fuck his face relentlessly. He trades sloppy kisses with Steve, taking advantage of the position to nail Clint’s prostate at the same time.

Once he’s up to three fingers, Tony pulls back, smearing more lube onto his cock. Steve leans back and lets his cock fall out, leaving Clint gasping for breath, and gives his cheek a condescending pat.

He’s just about to push in when Steve moves behind him. Tony looks over his shoulder, “Wanna help?” he snarks, thrusting forward a bit to breach Clint’s rim with his tip.

“I wish,” Steve whispers, laving his tongue underneath Tony’s jaw. “No, Tony. I wanna fuck you. Give me the lube.”

“Holy shit, Alpha,” Tony falls back into Steve’s chest, gripping the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too soon. He passes the lube back and looks down at Clint, tracing over his nipples with his thumb and enjoying how Clint shivers and clenches around the head of his cock.

Tony sinks in, clutching Clint around his waist. The larger Beta cries out, reaching to grab Tony around the shoulders and pull him closer. Tony can’t help but fall forward, bottoming out and burying his face in Clint’s neck.

“So sweet, Clint.” Tony kisses into his neck, shallowly thrusting into his fucking hot passage, “feel so good, damn. So tight.”

Clint laughs, a little hysterically, “It’s— fuck, it’s been awhile.”

It’s been awhile for Tony, too. He’s been spoiled to have mostly Omega mates, and Steve very rarely wants to bottom for him. He forgot how tight a passage could get, how different it feels.

He feels Steve start to work him open, and picks up his pace, fucking himself back onto Steve’s fingers. Damn, he doesn’t know if he can take Steve’s knot, but he’s gonna try.

Within minutes, Steve’s lining up and sliding inside. It’s overwhelming— being in the middle like this. This is his favorite thing during sex, and he is an insatiable bottom when he chooses to be. And he knows Steve loves the rush, the dominance it symbolizes.

They move together, pushing and pulling, sucking at each other’s skin, breathing in unison. Tony feels Steve’s knot press up against his opening, and is surprised to feel his own swelling as he fucks into Clint.

Clint keens, “M’gonna come— shit, are you… can you knot me, Beta?”

Steve reaches around to take Clint’s cock in hand, matching their thrusts together, and grunts, “yeah, Clint. Tony’s gonna fill you up ‘n I’m gonna spread him wide, stuck on my knot, all fuckin’ mine.”

“Turn, turn!” Tony gasps, grabbing Clint’s hips to try to flip him. The Beta understands and gets to his knees, only faltering in their rhythm for a moment.

Tony wraps his arms around Clint’s chest, burying his face in his neck and scenting around the still healing bonding bite. He feels Steve do the same. Clint suddenly feezes up—

“T-tony! I’m coming—“ he yells, clenching down and stuttering his hips. Tony continues pounding into him as Clint comes long ropes across the bedsheets, and his own orgasm hits him like a train.

“Shit,” he whispers, holding Clint closer, and shoving his knot firmly into Clint’s tight passage. He fits his teeth over the bonding spot, hesitating for a moment, and Clint squeezes his hand.

“Do it, Beta,” and Tony bites down, claiming Clint as his own.

Almost simultaneously, Tony feels Steve’s knot pop, expanding inside of him, against his prostate, and the Alpha is biting down as well.

It’s a few moments later before Tony can move, realizing that the three of them have ended up spooned together on their sides. He turns his head to see Clint and Steve locked together, securing their bonds in a truly acrobatic feat with the three of them still knotted together.

Clint pulls off, looking at Tony desperately. Tony turns and buries his face in Steve’s neck, exposing his throat to Clint in the process.

Both of them bite down at the same time, and Tony feels the bond spark to life, vibrant from both sides, and full of throbbing emotion. Safe. Content. Joyful.

If Tony focuses, he can also feel the thrum of sleepy Omega coming from his mates. Precious and adorable— even when they’re unconscious.

The knots take a few more minutes to go down, and Tony’s secretly thankful he wasn’t stuck on Steve’s dick for much longer. It’s sexy all the way up until the orgasm fades. Then it’s just painful cramping.

He assumes it’s probably different for Omegas. God, he can’t imagine.

They clean up a bit and try to rest before the next round, content to hold each other and look after their smaller packmates. The heat ends up resurging an hour later, and reaches its peak late that night— all three Omegas insatiable without a knot inside of them constantly.

By the end of the third day, all six of them have fallen into a near-feral state. Probably for the best. Tony finds himself hip to hip with his Alpha and Beta, fucking their mates from behind over and over again. His head is constantly filled with need and satisfied and loved— a mixture that’s as intoxicating as it is dizzying. And he adds to it, losing himself in each of them.

On the fifth day, they all wake up sticky and sore. Tony is absolutely surrounded by warmth, to the point where he’s uncomfortably sweaty. His arms are wrapped around— he looks down, surprised— Bucky. And then it’s like inception, because Annie is wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, so Tony is technically holding both Omegas. He looks over his shoulder and sees Clint snoring into Steve’s hair. Peter is nowhere to be found.

It’s a bit of work to untangle himself from the pack, but he manages to shift Bucky over into Clint’s arms and slip free. The sound of a running shower leads him to the bathroom, and he follows in search of his wayward mate.

He realizes that it isn't the shower running, but instead the whirlpool bath that he bought last month. It fits ten people comfortably and has a full waterfall— easily his favorite purchase in the last month.

Peter is facing away from him, bending over to test the water temperature as the bath fills. If Tony wasn’t completely drained from the long heat, the view of his gorgeous mate— completely naked and covered in evidence of their love-making— would have him hard in seconds.

As it is, he approaches quietly, letting the sound of falling water hide his footsteps. He notices that Peter is absently playing with the collar around his neck and can feel the low thrumming joy from his end of the bond. Tony tries to project pride, so enamored by his soulmate, and Peter whips around to face him.

“I—” Peter croaks, clearing his throat, “I felt that, Tony. How did you—”

Tony just shakes his head, “I just… pushed it at you. I felt. I felt so proud of you, baby. I saw you in my collar and wearing my marks and I just—”

“I know, Daddy,” Peter interrupts, smiling and bouncing on the balls of his feet, “I felt it all. I could feel you, the things you felt, when watching me. How does that even happen?”

“I’m not sure, baby. I’ve never known someone with a bond like this. It could just be us— maybe Bucky and Steve as well— since we’re soul bonded. It could be due to the pack bond. I honestly don’t know.”

Peter just smiles, looping his arms around Tony’s neck and leaning in for a sweet kiss. He tastes minty, and something about that makes Tony laugh. He can’t believe Peter had time to brush his teeth already.

No doubt Peter feels the amusement, and he pulls away, “What is it, Daddy?”

Tony laughs again, pushing Peter towards the bath, “Just love how you taste, my sweet boy. Let’s get in the bath, okay? I’d love to help wash you up.”

Peter just nods, “Of course, Daddy,” he whispers, pulling Tony into the deeper water. He settles into Tony’s lap, resting his head against his shoulder as they share in the simple intimacy. There’s little conversation— but most of it is through their bond as they enjoy figuring out the lengths of their connection together.

Because they’re focused on it, it’s easy to notice when Annie and Bucky wake up. They also sense the residual disgustboth Omegas feel, and the curiosity when they hear the bath running.

As the two other Omegas wander into the bathroom, holding hands and sides pressed together, Tony just pulls Peter closer.

They’ll wait for Steve and Clint to join them later. Tony knows their Alpha is going to want to “debrief,” and things might get loud. Or emotional.

He knows that they’ll have a wonderful honeymoon period, that this summer will be new and exciting. Tony also can tell that things are going to get difficult— Steve will have to go back to work, putting his life on the line often, even if he can be transferred within his super secret military division.

Clint is still dealing with insecurities— as is Tony— and Peter will be going back to school in the fall. Annie and Bucky will be working in the city, but both of them have already been talking about starting a family.

He’s aware that the six of them haven’t had a scene altogether. Most of them haven’t met each other’s families.

It’s messy. It’s complicated.

There are guidelines, and help books, and pages and pages of kink negotiation lists— but, Tony realizes, that’s not what’s going to make this work. The emotion and the sex are not going to hold them together. Their bond is weak in the face of the strength of their relationship.

Love will waver, moods will vary— but commitment to serving one another is the foundation their relationship will grow out of.

And this morning, as he holds his mate and melts into the warmth of his newly bonded pack, Tony resolves to serve them selflessly.

This, Tony thinks, is a commitment he can make.

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