Tag: spacedogs

a gift for @desperatelyseekingcannibals  

Happy almost Easter! 


They looked at eleven different places in two months before Adam finally agreed to one, a large place just so perfectly close to his job he couldn’t say no.

Nigel got an odd feeling when they first saw the place, the leftover scent of another predator raised his protective flags and he walked obscenely close to his mate throughout the showing.

Adam held his hand and placed the other on his belly, his interest peaked but still wary.

“You couldn’t air the place out?” Nigel growled.

The poor beta realtor’s eyes widened at his growl.

“I’m sorry, I thought I had.”

Adam frowned. “It’s going to take an exuberant amount of time and effort to get the scent out for anyone to be comfortable enough to want to raise children here. I hope you realize that.”

“I’m sorry, I–”

And that was how they got the price lowered for a quick move where they easily drowned out the scent in a few days thanks to Adam’s growing need for sex.

Nigel could barely wake up and his bunny was on him, riding him awake and often to sleep. He was so tired after a few days that Darko started making him come in late just cuz he felt sorry for him.

“You don’t feel sorry, liar. You’re fucking jealous.”

Darko glared. “Since Cella finally tossed me out, I haven’t had a decent fuck in months. Stop complaining you have too much!”

Nigel laughed and stuck out his tongue. “Don’t you wish Adam knew more bunnies?”

Adam knew exactly one and that asshole wasn’t coming anywhere near Darko or even close to his type. Still as days turned into a week Nigel thought about how Adam would have to go through all this shit with only him, a wolf as clueless about bunnies as there ever was.

His territorial nature made it an odd combination to deal with, wanting Adam to have a bunny friend but also have no friends at all. He was so caught up that first week that when he got off on the wrong floor in the elevator he didn’t even notice.

The quick turn to theirs seemed the same and just as he noted the numbers were all wrong  Nigel took a short sniff.

Bunny.

He smelled a Bunny.

Nigel took another sniff and was confused, the scent so close to Adam’s that when he heard a growl he growled in return.

A predator was inside and he could hear the bunny’s heartbeat speed up in reaction. He knocked on the door and his intensity increased the longer it went unanswered.

Nigel heard a yelp and was about to kick the door in when it opened.

“Who the hell are you?”

A bunny stood there entirely naked except for a pair of socks on his feet.

The bunny looked so much like Adam that if he hadn’t known his mate was months pregnant he may have mistaken them.

“I heard noises and I–”

The door opened further and there was his predator, the man’s scarred eye immediately noticeable as was his sneer.

“I’m certain you hear noises all the time and as we’ve never seen you before today you obviously are not used to our dynamic which–”

Nigel growled. “I’m mated to a bunny, asshole. It doesn’t matter to me who you fuck.”

The bunny blinked, stepped up closer to him and sniffed. “Your mate smells–”

The predator yanked him back before he got too close. “Adam, leave us and go start the water.”

Nigel laughed. “Adam?”

The bunny glared. “Yes, my name is Adam. You have some sort of problem with that, wolf?”

Nigel was just about to speak when his phone rang. He answered fast.

“Hello, Bunny.”

Adam sounded disgruntled.

“The pizza is here and I don’t want to answer the door. Did you get the pickles?”

Nigel cursed. “No, darling. I…seem to have stumbled into something. I think you need to come down.”

“Nigel, I’m tired and–”

“I think I found your twin or something? He looks and smells an awful lot like you.”

The other Adam’s eyes widened as his partner pulled him in close.

“I don’t have a brother and I really don’t–”

Nigel was surprised when New Adam grabbed for his phone and spoke into it.

“Who is this?”

He watched this new bunny’s body immediately relax and his next words were whispered.

“Hello Adam.”

Continued at: 

No Bunny But You

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Spacedogs: The Scarecrow & Mr. Raki 

Adam is confused. 

A stranger came up to him, shoved a briefcase in his hands and said, “Take it to the post office on Main. Do not look inside,” before running off. He holds the briefcase tight to his chest and looks around, wondering if perhaps he’s been mistaken for someone else. 

When he goes to the post office and is nearly killed, saved by the very same stranger Adam is dragged headfirst into a world he never would have ever expected and soon doesn’t ever want to leave. 

Nigel is in trouble. 

Adam Raki is a natural, despite his need for structure and schedules Nigel finds himself endeared to everything his “Star” does. They’re soon involved in a cat and mouse game with a man from Nigel’s past who could break every ounce of trust they’ve built apart. But who’s telling the truth? 

And wouldn’t it be better for Adam to go back where he belongs? 

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34. “It’s an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?”

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Adam frowned at the blindfold in Nigel’s hand. 

“I don’t like to have my eyes covered.” 

Nigel reached out and touched his knee, rubbing gently as he spoke, “Darling, it’s only you and I. No one else will be here and I would never do anything I did not think you’d enjoy.” 

Adam sat up on their bed, crossing his arms tightly to his chest. “You said you wanted to play a game.” 

Nigel leaned over and kissed his chin, mouth, and then cheek, “This will be a very lovely game, Star, I promise. I will be using things you will enjoy.” 

Adam’s throat worked as Nigel pulled back, his hand going down Adam’s chest as he felt a shiver go through Adam completely. “I can’t see the things? I don’t like surprises, Nigel, you know I hate surprises.” 

Nigel grinned, tweaking Adam’s nipple as he gasped, “You do like some surprises, darling.” 

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Word prompt – cafuné (Brazillian Portuguese) the act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair; Spacedogs

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Nigel loved to be touched . 

Adam had never thought about touching so much before they got together. He had his father, Harlan, and occasionally some coworkers would put their hands on his shoulder or pat his back as he passed but eventually that stopped. 

Beth hadn’t been very open with touching outside sex, though she would try to get hugs they weren’t often reciprocated and Adam never liked it much anyway. 

Nigel never asked, just ran his hand down Adam’s back as he passed on the way out the door or kissed his cheek whispering, “See you later, gorgeous.” 

Adam found himself unexpectedly anticipating Nigel’s touches, sometimes moving into Nigel as clear an open invitation as any that Nigel always accepted. 

He never asked Adam to touch back. 

They were always touching during sex, Adam would sigh into the kisses Nigel pressed to his neck and ask questions like, “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” 

Nigel would smile against his skin and whisper, “More, Star. Much, more.” 

Adam knew Nigel liked to cuddle after sex, to feel Adam’s face against his chest and run fingers through Adam’s hair while he hummed. Adam had fallen asleep more than once during Nigel’s humming even with the lights still on. 

This time, however, he decided to try something new. 

“I want to touch you,” he said as Nigel started to pull him into position. 

Nigel smirked. “You are touching me, darling.” 

Adam shook his head. “No, I want you to lie on my chest.” 

Nigel cocked his head slightly and his smile thinned as Adam watched the words play through his mind for hidden meanings. 

“All right,” he said simply, moving low and into the crook of Adam’s arm. 

Nigel lay his head on Adam’s chest and let out a long sigh. 

“If you didn’t like what we were doing, Star, you could’ve…” 

Adam’s hand came to Nigel’s hair, fingers running through the strands slowly. He felt a shudder go through Nigel at the touch, his sigh longer now. 

“I always like it when you touch me after sex,” Adam explained, pressing his hands deeper and enjoying the moan Nigel let out, “I like it when you touch me almost all the time. Unless it’s a bad day.” 

Nigel pressed his lips to Adam’s chest. “I know better than to touch you on a bad day, Star. Hell you know better to touch me on a fucking bad day.” 

Adam’s arm tightened around Nigel and he continued to stroke Nigel’s hair. 

“You like this,” Adam stated, “You shook like you do when you ejaculate.” 

Nigel laughed, lifting his head to smile at Adam. 

“I did, did I?” 

Adam smiled, “Yes. You know you can always ask me to touch you, like you touch me. I like making you happy.” 

Nigel took Adam’s hand and kissed his fingers, “I would never ask, darling, I’d much rather wait until you can’t stop yourself from touching me again.” 

Adam moved his other hand to Nigel’s cheek, the shiver that went through Nigel making him feel very important.

“It might be a long time,” he confessed, “I don’t always know what to do or how to…” 

Nigel nuzzled his palm and then kissed it softly. “I can wait, Star. I can fucking wait.” 

Spacedogs AU: Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake 

Adam Raki is never going to get married.

He comes to this conclusion even before the end of his season when the lack of alpha attentions was already overwhelmingly obvious. His father has chalked it up to each alpha not being “his one” and he agrees for most did not seem to be able to stomach him for more than a dance.

At least not after he’d told them the rules of courting him.

Rule #1: No kissing.

Any proper omega worth their salt knew you should not put the cart before the horse and his own father had made these rules so he trusted him to be truthful. So what if he’d seen Bethany in the bushes with nearly every omegan who batted their eyelashes at her? Who cared if he knew Will Graham had already impregnated his omega fiance the day after they met?

Things such as a kiss before a marriage bond were reckless and just something he would never do.

Rule #2: No unsupervised rendezvous.

He knew most omegas once they’d found their someone were more than happy to go gallivanting around in the dark to be near them but that was how unwed and unbonded omegas were made. He would not go out without a proper chaperone. No matter how handsome or beautiful an alpha was.

Rule #3: No ingestion of liquors or tobacco products.

Adam’s father smokes a pipe and he does not enjoy the scent, not at all, which means he rides  in a separate carriage to every ball. He knows pipes are all the rage though he does not understand the appeal. He will not have a husband who ingests those things nor will he ever do it himself.

Rule #4: No more than one dance.

This rule he often wishes he felt differently on, though he had yet to have an alpha who asked for more than one all season long. He longs at times to get properly danced with, the perfect alpha hold as they move and sway along. That doesn’t seem to be occuring in the near future and he thinks perhaps he should worry about this.

Rule #5: No unseemly conversation

Adam hears omegas whisper about such talk at balls, giggling behind their hands at alpha’s posturing talk of ‘filling’ and ‘tasting’ that he just will not be a part of. He does not understand that type of talk being anything but inappropriate and disgusting.

He has spent the last few months since he came of age somehow turning most alphas away because of his regimented rules but his father says “those are not your person” which helps his anxious feelings on the subject.

The idea that he may spend the rest of his life dealing with heats alone is not the worst thing as he is not entirely comfortable with strangers.

Also he feels no excitement about going to balls.

Adam more and more is thrilled not to be paid much mind.  The events his father brings him to he starts to wander around in more than stay in view of the ballroom.

He spends time in the libraries, the porches or, more often than not, the garden.

It’s there, sitting on a bench in the garden of Lord Renoir’s estate, that he first sees The Man in Black.

The man is climbing out of the second story window carrying a rucksack. His face is entirely covered by a mask that also blocks view of his hair. Adam stands  and walks forward just as he jumps down to the grass.

“Are you a thief?”

The man turns and his smile makes  Adam’s stomach feel odd. “Of course not, Darling,” he says, “I am merely here for the costume ball.”

Adam steps back as the man, whose scent identifies him as Alpha with a sudden rush to Adam’s senses, moves forward.

“This is not a costume ball. I need to—“

The Alpha reaches out and Adam shivers in anticipation of a touch. The stranger’s hand stops just short of his cheek.

“May I touch you, Darling?”

“No,” Adam says, “It’s improper.”

A hearty laugh makes Adam warmer than before and he feels slick slide down his thighs.

“I’m anything but proper, Gorgeous. But I do respect a proper omega. Especially one who smells as good as you do. Can I have your name?”

“No,” Adam whispers, “I don’t give my name to thieves.”

The Man in Black steps back and bows. “Of course you don’t. Apologies. Would you give me a moment to get away before you alert them?”

“I—“

He takes off into the trees before Adam can even finish his thought. Adam feels weak in the knees and has to right himself a moment.

No alpha before has made him feel such things or smelled so very enticing.

Who was that masked man?

For @shoegazerx even though she hates abo and never wanted to be Nigel’s baby. lol. 

Spacedogs AU: And Adam Makes Three

When all else fucking failed, blame it on omegan hormones. 

 That’s what Nigel did anyway. 

Nigel still remembered when he had his first bought of morning sickness, the debilitating heaves of vomit that then overtook the next nine months of his life. The two little pink lines on the stick, Darko’s laughter, and the black eye he gave him for it. The painful backaches, diarrhea, and horrible cravings till he gave birth cursing out the asshole who shot spunk up his ass. 

But he also remembered holding Alexandra in his arms for the first time. 

So fuck the rest of it. 

His life has changed drastically in the past year since then. He moved to the States, gave birth there not long after, and bought a place in a decent damn neighborhood in New York City. Right near one of those damn kiddie parks he always used to do deals in. 

Now he carries Alex on his sling and drinks fucking iced coffee. 

Fuck he hates it. 

The people are all assholes, fake things that smile pretty but have nothing to offer but the same shit he got away from back home. 

Omega flattery. 

He’s not a wilting flower, not even a little bit, and he hates that his mistake during a shitty heat after Gabi made him weak in the eyes of everyone around him. Alexandra is goddamn miracle, he wouldn’t give her up for fucking anything, but gone are the days where he isn’t defined by his gender. 

Not trying is much worse than failing. 

Or at least that’s what Adam realized the minute he gave into his homesickness to head towards a desk job that didn’t let him look at stars and a new apartment that smelled all wrong. 

He wouldn’t let himself give into fear again so he got through things just the same as his father taught him. 

Day by day. 

The apartment building is full of different people, some odd and others just rude, but there is one that caught his eye the day he moved in. 

34B 

He is an omega without an alpha but still a father and Adam enjoyed seeing him the minute he laid eyes on him. The roundness of his belly as he walked up the flight of stairs Adam went down, the flush of his cheeks when he ate strange potato chips out of his jacket pocket when he thought no one saw, and the way he smiled talking on the telephone in a Romanian. 

Adam looked up some of the words and then spent the next several days researching. He liked learning about Romania, seeing the different buildings and the history. 

Why would 34B leave? 

Had his alpha died? 

He didn’t think so. 

The baby is very nice to look at as well, though he only saw glimpses after 34B arrived home. He had a man with him who glared at Adam when they passed on the stairs. 

The man was an alpha and Adam’s lip curled at the idea this was 34B’s. 

But he doesn’t see the alpha around again after a week. 

Adam does however start to see the omega. 

He sees him in the store, the coffee shop, and even once pushing the baby on the swings. 

That was first time Adam saw the omega smile and his stomach flipped at a realization. 

He wanted him. 

Fear and doubt made Adam leave the park, hands shaking as he tried to calm down. 

He couldn’t lose an omega again. 

Beth had been too painful. 

Adam decided not to look at 34B anymore. 

Which is when 34B found him. 

 Nigel glared at him. 

“Fuck you.” 

There were tears in Adam’s eyes. “I do,” he whispered, “I do love you.” 

“Adam….” 

He grabbed Nigel’s hands and put them on his chest. 

“I want to be your alpha, I want to be Alex’s alpha, and I just want to…I want to….” 

Nigel grabbed him and crushed their mouths together. 

Every time they kissed felt like this, a rightness that Adam never wanted to stop feeling. He wouldn’t let Nigel go again. 

Soon a loud crying interrupted them and Nigel pulled back with a laugh. 

“She’s hungry. I’ll be right…” 

Adam grabbed his hand. “Let me try?” 

Nigel smiled. “Okay, Star. But if she spits on your shirt….” 

“I’ll remove it and that’s one less item of clothing you need to take off me when we have sex.” 

Nigel laughed and scented Adam’s cheek. “Fuck, I love you.”