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[ The bang of Richie's hand against the doorframe makes Eddie jump, but he doesn't run away. Even hearing Richie tell him to fuck off isn't enough to make Eddie force himself away, despite the fact that this is a genuinely terrible idea.

He's fucking married. Not that they ever really mated - Myra's a beta, after all, so it just isn't possible - but still. He made a promise to her, didn't he?

So why does it feel so easy to just forget about her?

Hearing Richie's voice crack draws a soft, pained sound from Eddie's throat, one that's repeated when he hears the other man say I love you. ]

You need it, [ he argues, feeling selfish but forging ahead anyway. ] I can - I can smell you through this fucking door, Rich, okay? And I -

[ He swallows, knowing what he's about to say is wrong, knowing the last two decades with Myra will mean nothing as soon as he gets the words out. ]

- I need you, too. So - please?

[ He freezes when he realizes what he had said. He had meant the love he had for all of them but... it was true. He loved Eddie more than just that. He had for years. And it came out that way, too, hadn't it? Fuck. Fuck.

He grips the doorframe tightly, shaking his head again as a shudder runs through his body. He knows he won't be able to stop if they start this. The feelings combined with his body doing what it does (whether he likes it or not), it was a dangerous combination. Too dangerous for him to risk. His forehead falls against the door. ]

No. Go back to your room. Just go. I can--I can find someone else. I won't fuck up your life, Eds. I'm not gonna do that.

[ Because he just knows he will.

The last thing he wanted was Eddie being miserable all because of him and resenting him for it. ]

[ Eddie's getting to the point where he wants to break the door down just so he can speak to Richie face-to-face. The combination of the other man's scent, his own heat, and the frustration that naturally accompanies any interaction with Richie starts to build to a head, and when Eddie speaks again he's clearly more aggressive. ]

You're not gonna fuck up anything, Richie, for christ's sake --

[ That's a lie, at least in part. Richie isn't the one who'll be fucking things up; Eddie will. Ultimately, he's the one standing here begging for it, and Richie is being a good person - a good friend - and trying to save them both from this foolishness. ]

Look, [ he says, his voice tight with emotion, pressing his own forehead against the door. Richie's so fucking close he can feel it. ] I know you're trying to protect me, Richie, but I want this, okay? I...

[ he takes a breath, then admits a truth he's never really acknowledged out loud before. ]

...I don't want to go back to Myra.

[ Richie's eyes open and he slowly raises his head off of the door. ]

...you don't mean that, Eddie.

[ But his own selfishness wants him to mean it. He doesn't Eddie to be with anyone else. No one could understand him like they do, like Richie does. ]

[ It makes Eddie feel sick, but saying it out loud cements the fact that, yeah, he really doesn't want to go back to his old life. He doesn't want to keep living the way he did as a kid - hounded by an overbearing woman who cares more about controlling him than about his actual wellbeing.

The only people who really, honestly care about him are the ones who fought by his side, the ones inside this inn right now.

The one standing on the other side of this door. ]

I do. [ It's quiet, but there's no doubting how serious he sounds. ] You told me I'm braver than I think, remember? She's never said anything like that to me. She's never...

[ made me feel the way you do, he doesn't finish. ]

Please open the door? I just - I just want to see you, at least, okay?

[ Behind the door, Richie frowns deeply, thinking how wrong that is. Eddie deserved all the encouragement and support he could get. Rich gave him shit, sure. That had always been their relationship. But when it came down to it, they supported each other. Looked out for each other.

Maybe that's why he remained alone this whole time. He had some flings here and there, one-night stands, fuck buddies. But no one ever stayed. No one ever got him the same way.

Being alone was better than being in the kind of marriage Eddie was in. It that understanding that has Rich finally opening the door, even if a voice in the back of his head tells him not to.

He never did manage to get a shirt on, his hair still damp from the shower. His pupils dilated but he manages not to grab at Eddie as he looks at him for the first time since they got back to the inn. As the smell of him hits him full force. He feels like he might just pass out from it. ]

[ The truth is, despite their bickering - hell, maybe even because of it - Richie really is the only person who really understands Eddie. He's the only one who's willing to see past the sickness and vulnerability and believe in Eddie enough to push him out of his comfort zone.

That's what Myra is, really: his comfort zone. She's the kind of "love" he grew up thinking was the only thing he deserved. But remembering his childhood, remembering Richie, made him realize how wrong he was about love.

When the door finally opens he can't help but stare, openmouthed, at the way Richie looks. He's more muscular than Eddie expected, but more than that - the expression on his face is almost enough to make Eddie's knees buckle.

The literal wave of scent that rushes out from Richie's room is enough to make Eddie have to lean against the doorframe a little, embarrassing as it is. There's no hiding the way his face immediately flushes, and when he tries to speak he stumbles over the words a few times. ]

H-Hey - you - uh - [ holy fucking hell, is this really what he's supposed to be feeling right now? He's never gone through a heat unmedicated, not even his first one, thanks to his mom's preventative drug treatments. ] Y-you - you smell amazing.

[ Richie has never thought much about his body. As long as he didn't have a beer gut, he was fine. Which he thankfully managed to avoid despite all his drinking. He was tall and lanky, Eddie still shorter but stockier. His eyes take him in again, very different from the once-over he had given back at the Chinese restaurant. Which felt like an age ago now.

His grip on the doorknob tightens even as he huffs a laugh out, ]

First time you've ever said that to me.

[ He swallows hard, ]

Eddie, I don't think I can keep this door open... Not when you're... doin' all that.

[ Which was everything. ]

[ Maybe it's just the hormones rushing through Eddie's bloodstream that are making Richie suddenly seem about a million times more attractive than usual - but he's got a feeling this isn't just biology.

He manages a weak laugh of his own at the other man's reply, but he's too distracted trying to hold himself upright to really hear him. It's the second thing Richie says that manages to grab his attention, that makes him blink and flush a deeper shade of red. ]

Doing... what? [ he has no idea what Richie is seeing or feeling right now, but what he does know is that he needs to be closer. Way, way closer. So he takes a step forward, crossing the boundary into Richie's room, managing to keep just a few inches between them despite the way his body's urging him to press himself up against the other. ]

Doing... everything.

[ The way Eddie looks, the way his voice is right now, the scent he's giving off, that fucking scent. And then he's all too close and Rich has to force himself to step back. Away from the other man. The Omega his body is yearning for. ]

I don't--she doesn't deserve you, Eddie. She doesn't. But I won't be able to stop this if we...

[ He brings his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes under his glasses and then his mouth. ]

Are you sure it's me and not just the rut?

[ When Richie steps away Eddie can't fucking help it - he steps forward, keeping the distance between them as minimal as possible. They're inside of Richie's room now, and there really isn't any going back, at least not for Eddie.

Whatever he's expecting Richie to say, it definitely isn't that. Eddie's heart throbs in his chest and there's no way it's because of what his body is doing. Hearing Richie tell him that so plainly, seeing him trying so hard to keep himself in check - it makes Eddie's face crumple. ]

It's you, [ he answers, reaching out to curl his fingers around Richie's wrist, trying to pull his hand away from that gorgeous face. ] It's always been you. I just - I never let myself see it.

[ not to mention his memories being stolen away by an evil entity, but that's besides the point right now. ]

[ Richie doesn't know what to say to that, too in shock to resist Eddie pulling his hand back down. They are words he's waited to hear for so long and never remembered until he came back to this godforsaken town. Eddie's beautiful face and eyes always something he wanted to see, so he kept trying to keep his attention before he even knew what he was doing and why.

Even now, with both of them older, Richie still thinks he's beautiful to look at. His best friend still the same, more willing to be gentle and vulnerable just as quickly as flying off the handle and kicking a demented clown in the face.

He never dared to think those feelings would ever be returned like they are now.

Which all leaves him fucking speechless. Of fucking course. ]

...shit.

[ Ever so eloquent, Tozier. ]

[ Honestly? Eddie hadn't entirely realized it himself until just now. But being back in Derry, being next to Richie, remembering all the shit they've gone through together - it makes Eddie feel something he's never felt with anyone else.

It feels right. ]

You okay? [ he asks, huffing out a weak laugh as he watches Richie react to his admission. He keeps his hold on the other man's wrist, because letting go seems like the worst possible idea. Eddie's heat is making him feel warmer than usual, but Richie - Richie's skin feels like fire. It's hard to resist the urge to press himself against the other man entirely. ]

[ He blinks his eyes a few times as he nods. Not sure if it's the revelation after all these years getting to him or all the heightened everything making his eyes water. Everything feels so much more intense like this, more than it ever has during his other ruts.

Maybe it really is because Eddie has been the mate he's wanted all this time. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm just--

[ "Overwhelmed" is a good word right now but his brain can't even grab onto that. ]

It's a lot.

[ The hand attached to the wrist Eddie is holding finally reaches out to touch the side of Eddie's face, fingers careful about the stitching from the stab wound Bowers gave him earlier. Richie had been more than a little shocked by his actions at the time of killing the man but looking back now? He's glad he did it. Not just for trying to kill Mike but for hurting Eddie. His Eddie.

At least... ]

You're sure? Once I kiss you, man, I... I don't think I'm gonna stop.

[ He keeps asking but he's already inched closer without realizing it. ]

[ Seeing Richie tear up like that makes Eddie's heart throb. How has it taken him this long to realize the thing he always wanted was standing right there in front of him? How long has Richie had to wait for him to truly understand?

It can't just be their hormones causing all of this. Eddie's read enough about human biology to know that much. ]

Yeah, [ he replies, feeling almost equally overwhelmed - not least because this is the first time he's ever seriously considered being mated. Thoughts of Myra drift to the front of his brain but he pushes them back, not willing to deal with those consequences just yet.

And Richie - he said Eddie deserved better. That alone presses several of Eddie's Omega buttons.

The press of Richie's fingers against his skin makes Eddie suck in a breath; the touch is so gentle, so loving, it's impossible not to press into it. This is what he needs, his body tells him; a strong Alpha who cares for him, who can protect him.

Then Richie goes and says that thing about kissing and Eddie's eyes go wide. The gap between them closes, and he knows it's the Alpha's job to make the first moves but he's so far past caring at this point that he simply mutters, ]

Then don't stop.

[ -- before closing that gap and pressing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss. ]

[ Doesn't help they all lost so many years to that monster. All the memories and possibilities gone. Who cares about Alpha and Omega "rules". They've never applied to them. Eddie's always acted more like an Alpha than Richie and Richie is usually pretty content to let other Alpha's take the lead.

But here, with just them in this room, memories returned and everything that entailed, they were like a perfect fit for the other.

Especially with Eddie being the one to kiss first. It was all Rich needed to finally give in to what his body wanted -- and what his heart had always needed.

He kisses back with just as much hunger, his other arm wrapping around Ed to pull him in closer, pressing their bodies together finally. He moans into the kiss, the heat rushing through every inch of his body and feeling himself becoming painfully hard in record timing. Still not something he ever enjoyed about his ruts. ]

[ If there's one thing Eddie's learned from all the shit they've gone through, it's not to waste any more time. Who knows what will happen? None of them expected to lose their memories, but it happened anyway. Who's to say they won't die tomorrow? It's not something Eddie likes to think about, but now that he's come so close to death it feels more possible than ever.

So - fuck Myra. Fuck his old life. Fuck everything.

Feeling Richie respond with equal fervour sets all of Richie's nerve endings on fire, and in just a few seconds his rational mind goes completely dormant, his Omega side taking over. Just kissing Richie is enough to take in those potent Alpha pheromones, causing a biological reaction that leaves him entirely at Richie's mercy.

The press of the other's body against his own makes his head swim, and when he feels Richie get hard like that he can't help but grind up against him. ]

Fuck -- [ he breaks the kiss to gasp, his fingers clutching at Richie's biceps to keep himself upright. ]

[ Rich feels his hips move on instinct before he can think better of it, panting and nipping at Eddie's lips as he does so. Eventually, he manages to get out: ]

Bed. Get on the bed.

[ He needs to close and lock the door -- and get his pants off before his own rational mind takes a backseat in all this. ]

[ While just a minute ago Eddie was the aggressor, now he feels more than ready to take commands. Even though he doesn't entirely love the fact that he's an Omega - the lack of control always freaks him out - doing this with Richie just feels right.

Part of being in heat is offering yourself up for the taking, so he does as he's told and scrambles over to the bed. He stumbles out of his clothes along the way, so that by the time he's actually on the mattress he's only wearing his underwear - and there's a prominent wet spot on his rear thanks to the slick his body's producing. ]

[ After Richie locks the door, he stumbles out of his own pants, hitting the floor with his knees. He hisses out a "fuck" but is still determined to get out of them, using the edge of the bed for leverage. He's definitely not the smoothest or domineering of Alphas. He shit talks and knows how to kill a guy if pressed but aside from that? He feels very much like he's driving blind. He's not even sure what to do with his glasses.

He just knows he feels better naked, his skin far too hot and his cock already leaking from the head. He stares down at Eddie for a moment, ]

Damn, you look really fucking good, Eds.

[ Before he's getting on the bed and starting to tug the other man's underwear off. ]

[ Once Richie starts taking his pants off, all Eddie can really do is stare. He's never seen Richie naked - okay, maybe once or twice as kids, but that doesn't count - and, considering the state of mind he's in, it's quite a sight to behold.

He doesn't even notice the stumbling, too distracted by the size and thickness of Richie's erection. It makes him produce even more of that messy self-lubricant, and in the back of his mind he hopes whoever cleans this room doesn't send them a bill for having to buy new sheets. There's absolutely no way he's not gonna soak right through them at this rate.

When Richie gets to the bed and makes eye contact with him again, it's impossible not to flush from both embarrassment and pleasure. He's never really liked being naked, but right now it's the only thing he wants. So he quickly lifts his hips to help Richie remove the last bit of fabric separating them. ]

I need you so fucking bad, Rich, [ he says, his expression growing more and more desperate by the second. At this point he barely even cares about prep; he just wants Richie's cock inside of him, claiming him. ]

[ All Richie can see is the man he's loved for years, naked before him and wanting him. Him. It's almost enough to break his brain if he were to really stop and take stock of it all. Luckily for them both, his rut spurs him on into action. His body tensing at the smell of Eddie's heat once the ruined underwear is removed. His glasses are tossed somewhere before he's spreading the other's legs and is back on his knees on the floor, tongue licking into the almost sweet wetness. It tasted as good as it smelled to him -- or maybe that was just the Alpha in him being driven by pure need.

He licks and sucks, his hands gripping Eddie's thighs before he's rubbing and squeezing them before they move down to his hips. He's never done this with an Omega before. It couldn't be more fitting he does it with his soon-to-be-mate. ]

[ Truthfully, Eddie has no idea just how deep Richie's feelings for him are - though he's starting to get a sense of it. His own feelings are complicated, but the combined power of his heat and Richie's rut is enough to remove any sense of confusion from his brain. All he knows is that he wants; wants this, wants to mate, wants Richie.

He sees the other man tense and it sends a thrill through his smaller body, some part of him instinctively knowing that he's about to be claimed. But he's not expecting Richie to get on his knees, nor for his own legs to be spread open so brazenly. Before Eddie can figure out what's happening he feels Richie's mouth against him and he lets out a shout, surprise and pleasure mixing together in his strained voice. ]

Holy fuck --

[ He reaches down to grab Richie's hair instinctively, though he doesn't pull him away or push him closer. No one's ever done this to him before. Sex has always been sort of perfunctory, and Myra's lack of arousal most of the time made doing anything in bed a less-than-thrilling concept. Eddie's touched himself, of course, but even then it's only been in quick, shy sessions in the dark.

A series of broken moans and whimpers trails from his throat as Richie continues, the scent of Eddie's slick filling the air between them. How could he have gone so long without this? Without the touch of an alpha, of someone who instantly knows exactly what to do to him? ]

Please -- [ he begs, not sure what he's asking for at this point. ] Please, Richie, holy shit holy shit --

[ Hearing the noises Eddie is making, feeling the way his body tenses and flexes under his hands, swallowing down more of his heat (he thought that was shit they made up for porn holy fuck), Richie just wants more. His tongue continues for a few more moments before he's moving up, up. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his mouth around the head of Eddie's cock and suck.

His hands move up as he does, between the other man's legs. His mouth continues to travel. kissing and licking at skin. It feels hot and soft and Richie's mind and body rejoice at every bit of contact he can get between them. The head of his own erection presses against the wet entrance as he takes one of Eddie's nipples into his mouth.

But he doesn't thrust in just yet. ]

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[ It's all so overwhelming that there's little Eddie can do but lie back and give himself up to the sensations flooding his body. A soft whimper escapes him when Richie finally removes his mouth, but then he's moaning again as soon as the other's lips wrap themselves around the head of his cock.

By the time Richie's made his way up to Eddie's nipples he's practically sobbing, he feels so good. His face is a mess, flushed and blotchy, his hair beginning to mat down over his forehead with sweat, his eyes wet with tears not from pain but anticipation. ]

Please, [ he says again, his voice weak and wavering, every nerve ending in his body begging for relief. His hands reach up to tangle through Richie's messy curls, and his legs spread themselves wider, more than ready to take it. ]

Richie, I want you, please -- [ he's practically breathless now, his hips bucking upwards, all too aware of just how close they are to doing this for real. ] I wanna feel you in me --

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now it's my turn to apologize for the long wait! 😫😫😫

soooo I realize it's been forever but... :') ♥