Damon's head was spinning. He was confused because, if he was going into heat now, it meant that Peter had already kicked him out of the pack the same day he escaped. Damon had expected it to take much longer. Not only did he have his parents desperately trying to keep him in Ganymede pack, Malachi also for some reason was trying to keep Damon and Jun apart – which would be a lot easier if Damon was still a member of Ganymede pack.

So...what the hell happened?

Despite the fact that Damon stood by his choice to leave Ganymede pack and wouldn't change that decision, he was still, despite himself, a little indignant that the pack just let him go without a fight. He had lived there his entire twenty-six years of life. Minus the four while he was in school, but still.

On the other hand, Damon could understand, to some extent, why the pack might have cut ties with him so soon. Not only had he betrayed his pack by leaving, but he was also leaving to be with Jun – the future Alpha of another pack. Never mind that Ganymede and Venus pack were allies. Perhaps even his parents couldn't stall for him after that kind of betrayal.

Damon didn't know, but now that Jun had mentioned he was in preheat, he did feel warm all over. The cramping was also neatly explained.

But hey, maybe if he was in heat Damon wouldn't have to meet Jun's parents right away. Silver linings. He would be too busy 'boinking' their son.

Oh god, it was worse, actually. Way worse. How could he look them in the eyes after all the nastiness he'd done with Jun?

Damon was going to be executed. Drawn and quartered probably. They would send Jun his limbs in separate boxes.

Jun, sensing that Damon was spiraling, smooched the top of Damon's head and leaned down to pick him up by the waist. Jay smirked at them.

"That's my cue to leave. I'll let our parents know you're currently indisposed."

Jay left, and Jun wasted no time hauling Damon over his shoulder like a caveman and toting him upstairs, where he was politely deposited on the bed. Despite only being in preheat, Damon was already covered in slick down his thighs, which he was used to, of course, after being with Jun so long, but this felt different. It was entirely involuntary. Nothing sexual had happened, and Damon was too preoccupied with the different ways Jun's family might slaughter him to even think sexy thoughts. And this was just preheat. At the rate Damon was producing slick he might die from dehydration before ever meeting Jun's family. Honestly that was probably the best scenario.

Jun turned on the lights, and for the first time Damon got a good look at his bedroom. It was much the same as his room back in Ganymede pack, but more barren. Likely because a lot of his shit was still in his apartment in Ganymede territory.

Thankfully Jun wasn't a very materialistic person, or else he might be a little upset about that. As it was, Jun hadn't given any indication that he remembered or cared about all the stuff he'd left behind. Maybe Ganymede pack would be nice enough to ship it to them, but given how they'd both left the pack, Damon thought it was more likely that they'd burned it all by now.

Damon was focused on all the wrong things right now, in Jun's opinion, if the way the alpha was nuzzling his neck was any indication. Even Damon was wondering why he was focused more on playing a spot the difference game between Jun's two bedrooms than on getting fucked immediately.

Jun, observant as he was even when horny, noticed Damon's inattention. He pulled back and sat by Damon on the bed, waiting patiently until Damon had organized the scattered thoughts in his head enough to vocalize them. Damon shook his head. "It's nothing. It just feels weird to be in your position this time. It's such a quintessential omega experience, but it feels very...foreign."

Jun rested his chin against Damon's shoulder to stare at him from an even closer distance, speaking up after a moment of contemplation, voice a low whisper. "It won't be very different from before. Not for you."

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?"

Damon could see the barest hint of Jun's teeth flashing from the corner of his eye. "You'll still fall apart on my cock regardless. It'll just be easier to make you cry."

This bully – Damon smacked Jun's chest over and over, causing the other man to fall onto the bed with the biggest, silliest grin Damon had ever seen on him. Jun was usually limited to micro expressions. Of course, something like teasing Damon about sex would be the thing to make stone-faced Jun smile like a lunatic. Unfortunately, Jun's joy was highly contagious – it's true, ask any doctor – and Damon couldn't fight off his own smile as he continued trying to smack Jun into obedience.

It was a fruitless exercise. Jun soon captured both of Damon's hands to roll him into the sheets, but Damon wasn't quite done yet, and the two wrestled playfully back and forth, causing two of the three pillows on the bed to tragically fall to their deaths. This was war. Casualties were to be expected.

After a few moments of conflict, Damon finally managed to win the battle and pinned Jun to the bed to pepper his face with kisses. Punishment kisses of course. Damon conveniently ignored how he would never have managed to restrain Jun unless Jun had let him. It was irrelevant in the face of his victory.

Even with all the kisses being rained onto his face, Jun looked more delighted than penitent, so of course Damon had to do something about that. He switched to biting, first a small nip to Jun's lower lip, then the edge of his jaw, and further down. He was suddenly addicted to the taste of Jun's skin. It was weird – because Damon had never been very aggressive when it came to sex, so he wasn't usually a big biter. Jun was. Jun loved to bite. But Damon's jaw was usually too loose from pleasure to form words, much less bite. And yet here he was, moving his way down Jun's neck while Jun pressed a hand to the back of his head to encourage him.

Until Damon moved a little too far down – to his scent glands where Damon would bite if they were to form a mating bond. Alphas didn't have the bundle of nerves there that omegas did, nor were they anywhere near as sensitive there, but the significance of the location still made it a nice erogenous zone for many alphas, Jun included. Damon nipped it slightly and Jun decided they were no longer playing, easily rolling Damon under him to pin Damon's wayward hands with one hand and lightly grab Damon by the throat with the other. He wasn't angry – definitely horny, but not angry – but Jun was now the one with full control of his faculties, and he stopped it before Damon got overzealous.

Jun peered down at him calmly, conveniently slotted between Damon's legs, lightly stroking the skin of Damon's throat with his thumb. "Not just yet," he said softly.

And then he was working Damon's pants down his thighs, and Damon completely forgot about how he'd almost started a mate bond with Jun after only twenty minutes in preheat.