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The Omegaist Mystique

Title: The Omegaist Mystique
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairings: Charles/Erik
Warnings: Alpha/Omega-verse
Summary: Erik meets Charles at a local Omegaist chapter and slowly gets to know the man; they discuss Omegaist philosophy, single parenthood, and life. Erik slowly finds himself falling for the unassuming beta, and wishing they could have more. Also available on AO3

Erik Lehnsherr met Charles Xavier at a local omegaist meeting. Charles was the secretary. Erik wasn't really the 'get involved' sort on most things, but there was all this... agitation about some sort of forced bonding legislation for people over twenty five and Erik was twenty four and he had absolutely no intention of being bred and to be honest he thought it was demeaning. Still, he'd met Charles, thought he was very staid, and calm, and honestly he wouldn't have pegged the man for an omegaist, he seemed more the type to just nod and take it. He was the sort you'd think would be at home, barefoot and pregnant.

It really showed how much Erik knew, it took him six friendly coffee outings to even notice that the man's pheromones were not that of an omega, but actually a beta. He'd just assumed...

"Do you think it's presumptuous to work in an omegaist movement when you're not one, Charles?"

Charles had blinked, but took it in stride after that. "It's... a difficult question, don't you think? I would never be so crass as to say our existing social construct doesn't have many advantages for both betas and alphas, and disadvantages for omegas, but I find I do not like the role set for myself, and the best way to confront that is by elevating the status of omegas."

Erik quirked his lip as he prodded his steak. He and Charles had gone for dinner and drinks after the meeting. They always went dutch, Erik paying for his own food and drink. It made him feel grounded. "I bet that gets you all sorts of omega tail during heat."

The reaction from his friend... friend - Erik realized very suddenly that they had become friends - was to blush very brightly. "Just because I agree with advocates concerning the ridiculousness of restraining omega sexuality and the easy availability of birth control and heat suppressants does not mean I... take advantage. I cannot escape my cultural conditioning, and I would like a partner, however." He watched Charles' eyes flick awkwardly down at his plate. "A partner, one I could share social and parental duties with in an egalitarian fashion."

"One that would have your children," Erik said, wry. Of course Charles was like any other beta.

"Well, I can hardly tackle the matter on my own!" Charles frowned, looked down at his plate again. "I'm sorry, Erik. I... did not mean to offend. I can't help what I want, and I have always wanted a family, preferably with another partner. I have certain... cultural desires to take care of a partner, see to it that they are comfortable and taken care of, however, I do not think I could love someone who would allow me to keep them in such a way."

"An omegaist who still wants a family?" Erik had to admit he... well he wouldn't have minded children, not if the alpha pulled their weight, picked the kids up from school, or took them, maybe cooked something or did the laundry on weekends. Maybe the alpha would wash and he would fold, or... something. He hated Charles for making him think like that. Of course, he also hated going through heat alone, coming home to an empty apartment, and missing the easy sort of connection he imagined maybe he could have.

It was really too bad Charles was a beta.

"I have to go." His own thought bothered him enough that he had to be away, had to not wonder what Charles might have smelled like had he been an alpha, virile and pumping out pheromones that made Erik feel weak, want to arch up. Damn. He was more than his biology, he was.

"Erik, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean..."

Erik had fled, dinner unfinished, and it took him a few hours to realize that Charles would have had to pay for Erik's dinner, would have had to think how most alphas would have thought that meant you at least needed to get on your knees and suck until your jaw was nearly bursting from their knot. The next day he'd gone online and ordered a beta-shaped toy, one without the huge knot-plugs he was used to.

He decided he and Charles would not go out for dinner next week. Of course, matters ended up beyond his control - Charles had brought a child with him; his... babysitter was sick. About a third of the omegas there cooed over the boy - David - and the other two thirds looked at him like he was the physical embodiment of everything that was wrong with the kyriarchy. Erik did neither.

At the end of the meeting, Charles started to strap David into a little kiddy carrier on his front, the boy curled up into Charles' chest, naturally, as though he was used to it.

"I didn't know you..." Erik started, awkwardly.

David turned his head towards Erik and... sniffed. "David," Charles corrected, instantly, pinching the boy's nose gently. "We do not sniff. This is Erik, and he is my friend, regardless of his reproductive polymorphism."

"Hi." David's voice was nasal, from where Charles had pinched his nose. "It's nice ta meetcha."

Erik smiled. "Hello, David."


For a moment Erik thought... he thought David was inviting him along, but he realized the question was for Charles, and although he'd been planning not to have dinner with him, the thought of doing a week without Charles was making him feel a bit annoyed.

"Of course." Charles glanced at Erik, and maybe he caught the look on Erik's face, some strange mix between longing and sadness, but he gave Erik a shy look.

"I like pizza," Erik said, finally, and then he felt like an idiot, but Charles grinned, grinned so wide he thought the man might fracture his jaw.

"It would be a shame to waste a common appreciation of starchy tomatoes and cheese..."

Then ended up at one of those places that catered to haggard omegas and their broods; it was loud, and shiny, with blinking lights and screaming children and Erik hated it... but Charles looked in his element, making certain David's shoes were laced and he was off running while he and Erik enjoyed most of a cheese pizza between the two of them - two huge slices set aside for whenever David had finished running himself ragged.

"What about his... mom?" Erik tried. Betas usually mated heterosexually, would have had to in order to have a child. "Omega?"

"Both," Charles answered, "Omega mother." He sighed, prodding the rapidly cooling cheese of his slice with his finger. "We met in college. Believe it or not, suppressants were still rubbish back then, even though it's only been about four or five years, it was still better to have someone to... help you through; even with pills and suppressants..." He shrugged, awkward. "She didn't even realize until almost fourteen weeks, which isn't completely unusual, to be honest, we talked about the options for a week or two, I had the money..." The money for an abortion, Erik could hear the word hanging in the air even unsaid. "After eighteen weeks it gets tricky, and twenty? It becomes quite impossible. By then we would have had to go out of the country and Gabby's visa was in jurisdictional limbo because she was Israeli, not American, so she couldn't leave or else she couldn't come back and... She ended up keeping him, signed full custody over to me and moved back home. She's married now."

Erik realized, numbly, that he felt bad for both Charles and this 'Gabby' girl now, being put into that circumstance.

"Sorry," Charles apologized, taking a bite of pizza.

"No, it's alright. I'm sorry it happened. You... you do love him though?"

"David? More than anything. It gave me an appreciation for single omegahood, however." He shook his head. "I don't know what David will end up being... polymorphically speaking, but regardless I don't want him going through what I did, as an alpha, beta, or omega."

"I'm sorry I implied you used omegaist philosophy to get laid."

Charles made a gesture that Erik interpreted to mean he was forgiven. "I actually don't... sleep with omegas casually during heat anymore, suppressants, birth control, or otherwise. I suppose there's a perception that it's... hot, I suppose. Omega laid out and panting for it... but I find it makes me a bit uncomfortable now, with all that potential responsibility. I'd have kids again in a heartbeat, but not if my omega didn't want them."

Sometimes Erik felt as though Charles had this perfect little playbook, and Erik really would have just jumped across the table and let Charles fuck him if he kept talking like that. It scared him exactly how much he found himself falling for Charles; Charles the beta, Charles the single father, Charles the omegaist, Charles the adorable grad student with horrible fashion sense.

Erik had a dream a few nights later, where he went into heat and Charles, adorable, brown haired, blue eyed, beautiful Charles fought off an entire city's worth of alphas and bred him through the whole heat, until there was no way Erik wouldn't end up with his friend's child. It disturbed him how easy it was to fall back into kyriarchical modes of thinking, even with his omegaist leanings. He'd ended up waking up, sweating and wet, fingering himself as he wondered how Charles had helped his last omega through her heat, with his fingers, maybe, or his tongue - he had a nice tongue - maybe with toys... He came, shaking and trembling for reasons that had nothing to do with heat or the urge to reproduce, just an aching sort of want he'd never felt for anyone before.

Angel came to their next meeting while she was in heat, no suppressants at all. She was more radical than Erik - which generally was saying something, and she subscribed to the school of thought that alphas should just fucking control themselves, that, biology or not, there was nothing that forced an alpha to push an omega to the floor, ass up, and breed them. In her opinion, it was a kyriarchical construct not worth entertaining. Erik thought she was probably right, but it still didn't keep him from feeling weirdly nervous for the girl, worried some alpha would take her on the streets regardless.

The fight on the topic had been heated - no pun intended - Erik had taken Angel's side on the matter, it shouldn't be anyone's concern but hers how she was, pheromones or not.

Charles didn't take a side in the debate, he just... took notes, and took notes, and got paler and paler and sweatier and sweatier, he'd ended up removing his tie, undoing a few buttons, before he finally just... fled. Almost no one noticed, too caught up in the argument. Erik followed, concerned for his friend's health. Charles wasn't outside the little meeting room, he was all the way outside, sucking in air, trying to breathe through his mouth, chest panting, rising and falling.


Charles was on him in a moment, nose buried in Erik's neck and he sniffed, long and slow and deep, he could even feel Charles' teeth on his shoulder, prickling through his turtleneck sweater. He was too stunned; stood stock-still. He'd been sniffed before, sure, by assholes who liked to guess when he'd be in heat next, when he'd be ready to have a baby fucked into him, but... not by Charles. He felt... betrayed almost. His sweet Charles.

The other man shoved away, almost violently, put a few paces between them, and then a few more. "Oh God, Erik, I'm so sorry, I... I'm sorry, I never... I mean, I wouldn't... you have to..." He put a hand over his mouth, breathed against it for a moment. "I didn't mean anything by it, it was just... so heady in there."

"You're an alpha?!"

Charles hung his head, completely dejected. "I never meant to deceive you. It's a protected class, you know, polymorphism. I just sort of... pass. I rinse, wear beta cologne, it’s a bit tedious, but for a good cause. They barely let alphas in to college for PhD course work, we’re ‘temperamentally unsuited’, and I... so desperately wanted to do research, be a professor. I'm sorry."

"You sniffed me!"

Charles sat down on the little stone-concrete half-wall, pulled his feet up to his chest and then set his chin on his knee. He looked small and pathetic - which was probably the point. "I would hardly be so crass as to use some typical alpha defense about being unable to control myself, but I was really a bit overcome. It was a very small room, and I left, to get some air."

And Erik had chased him, like an omega in heat. "So... you... fancy Angel?" The idea hurt somehow, that Charles would get worked up over her pheromones like that.

"Not particularly. I mean, she's a lovely girl... woman, omega." He laughed, shook his head. "Person. I can't say she and I would be particularly compatible in any sense."

"That doesn't change pheromones," Erik said, reasonably. He knew there was at least some matching and compatibility to be based on pheromones. "You could still like her smell without liking her. That's the big problem with heat matches anyway, genetic compatibility doesn't mean..."

Charles waved his hand, and at first Erik thought he was just dismissing the entire argument, but instead he could see that Charles looked a bit ill, still. Erik stopped talking.

"I am not attracted to Angel," he said, finally. "And I can't say I found her pheromones particularly compelling except in the very general sense that I find all heating omegas vaguely attractive. I'm certain they are very lovely pheromones, however, nothing wrong with them."

Erik snorted, and Charles finally laughed, his happy little sweet, self-deprecating laugh that Erik loved...

Who was he kidding? He ended up walking over to Charles, waiting for the man to perhaps protest or say he was still having some issues with his control, but when he was finally standing right next to Charles, Charles didn't move or send him away. Erik sat next to him. They both fidgeted.

"Did you like what you smelled?" Erik finally asked. He wasn't certain what he wanted, for Charles to say they smelled perfect together or for Charles to say no, of course not, it was a heat of the moment sort of thing.

"It doesn't matter," Charles answered, still sounding a bit dejected.

"Right." Erik nudged his fingers together. "It doesn't matter. I still like you anyway. It would be... nice if I smelled good to you but not necessary."

Charles boggled at him.

"Come out to dinner with me," Erik said, almost making it an order. "My treat."

"Subversive!" Charles answered, laughing.

"Well, you paid the once, it's only fair."

"I suppose you're right." Charles stood, held his hand out for Erik and Erik took it, running their fingers together for a moment.

"Do you mind people thinking you're a beta all the time?" It really made him curious now.

"No, besides, going on a date with an omega means everyone will be quite impressed with my studliness," Charles laughed at the entire construct.

"So you're... an alpha, pretending to be a beta, using stereotypes concerning alpha and omega sexuality to enhance your social standing among betas by seeming particularly alpha-y?"

"No one said taking advantage of archaic sociological constructs had to be rational. I'd be happy just having them know that I'm dating such a brilliant individual. Intellect is sexy."

"Oh, so we're dating now? I see how it is, next you'll be picking out onesies for our sprogs."

Charles blushed, looked away; god he had been thinking about kids, kids with Erik, and now he was looking like he thought perhaps Erik might call the whole thing off.

"I'm not ready for kids," he said, finally, firmly, but not unkindly.

"And I'm not ready for kids until you are... although I hope you don't mind David. He's a prince, not a handful at all. I'm used to taking care of him anyway."

"Well, that will be handy if we ever do have kids. You can be the house alpha. I'll earn the bacon."

"Yes, dear," he said, a mix of fond and teasing that was so typical of Charles, that just made Erik melt.

They were going to be alright.


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Feb. 7th, 2012 01:25 am (UTC)

Believe me, my day was made by getting to write the phrase 'reproductive polymorphism' and that is probably legitimately what it would be called, scientifically speaking... yes I've thought about this.

AO3 comments have also been ragging on Erik for being a judge-y ass as well.

I also totally used the phrase 'bred him through the whole heat' META!

Of course I love omegaverse (um, hello, this is my second outing in it) and I totally understand the problematic nature of it and I like... totally spend my hours deconstructing it and shit (because ATKM does a similar job just not quite so meta) but the kink just hits so many of my buttons it's not even funny. Just like Erik I can appreciate being a proponent of social justice and tearing down systems of oppression while accepting the fact that I have fantasies that are informed by those self-same systems of oppression. (You can use that on anyone who gets judge-y on your kink, blow their minds!)

(Glad you liked! Was an element of the original prompt - which I failed to link from here, but I should fix)

YOU CAN RAMBLE ABOUT OMEGAVERSE IF YOU WANT! But yeah, A/O verses definitely recreate the m/f system of oppression that I meta'd pretty hard here in this fic. Some fics go alpha=alpha regardless of gender which seems to eliminate some of the confusion wrt pregnancy/slots (with perhaps even female alphas being unable to have kids), I kept gender overlaid on top of dimorphism over in ATKM. Pregnancy at least gets addressed tangentially here in the form of access to reproductive/abortion services, and yes, rape culture was alll up on Angel's example (Actually specifically mirroring Slut Walk)

We can share similar bullet proof kinks! I like biological imperative mostly as a method of (FLUFFILY) bringing together people who would not usually end up together due to other preexisting barriers (see it pushing men together, or breaking through socio-economic barriers)

(/pat pat)

I threw some sexism into NB, actually, on the D/s front, but it got garbled in a bit with orientation, D/s gets really muddy when you try to allegory it, A/O is simple, you're talking about misogyny if you're playing with it in that sense, always. It's about what omegas are allowed to do, their status as womb vs. breadwinner, etc.

/dreams with some!
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Feb. 7th, 2012 02:23 am (UTC)
You can major in 'pookaseraph has too much time on her hands' actually it's just science on this one, we call the differences between males and females of a species 'reproductive dimorphism' penis vs. vagina, that's reproductive dimorphism, I changed it to polymorphism b/c there's male and female alphas, male and female betas, etc, hence poly for many. Seriously I'm just old and easily entertained.

Yessss, I mean to be fair this is a topic of feminism especially 'what role to men have in feminism' so Erik is expressing some very cursory thoughts on a feminist topic. Hilariously this fic is sort of a primer to feminism if one wants to take it that way.

NP, I live to phrase shit awesomely <3

Hehe, double reverse backflip meta. I try not to take things for granted as a USian (although I benefit from writing stories that take place in the country I live, or countries I have visited)

Inception Meta!

Oh yes! That is so very delicious. Cultural imperialism is... vicious. Sometimes I fear it seeps in to my own thinking, but lately America has been such colossal douchecanoes about a lot of foreign policy and the like it's a bit easier to check my cultural imperialism at the door. Talk away! I try to not be a dick about these things!

Ahahaha, roll around in my fluff all you want.

Yeah I've got a bit of a 'people who wouldn't normally get together getting together' and biological imperative can help there.


Well so there is a good amount of Dom=man, sub=female even in RL D/s culture; in a perfect world we'd be much more tolerant of men who enjoy submission (and women who enjoy domination) but the truth is that some of the real world misogyny can seep into the practice, unfortunately. D/s is probably my preferred for meta, but I can't get as into it if there's not meta, a/o I can just enjoy the hotness in peace.

IDK if you saw it, but I made a comment somewhere about putting Logan in an empire waisted gown and him being all 'wtf are you looking at, bub? This is high fashion' and then he got fucked by Emma's ladydick.
Feb. 7th, 2012 02:36 am (UTC)
putting Logan in an empire waisted gown and him being all 'wtf are you looking at, bub? This is high fashion' and then he got fucked by Emma's ladydick.

Feb. 7th, 2012 02:38 am (UTC)
God I wish that scene was actually in my fic, not going to lie, but yeah this is how hilariously I have been enjoying myself writing All the King's Man.
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Feb. 8th, 2012 01:25 am (UTC)
Noo, damn it, LJ!

And you're absolutely right, actually the recent popularity of the book and movie The Help brought to the forefront more talk about what role whites had in the civil rights movement in the 60s in the United States; people I spoke to felt it undermined the role of black people themselves by showing the story of a white woman in detail. I don't have an opinion on the matter, I haven't seen the movie or read the book, but it's an important conversation in all sorts of spaces.

Well we have free condoms some places, not all, believe me, I do work related to safe sex/STDs and it's not all roses for sure, and underage access to birth control, or our acceptance of BC, and education about BC in general is pretty spotty. Public libraries I won't argue with.

I can't speak directly to the situation in Korea, but I do know there is a lot to be said for what is 'right' and what is just (for lack of a better word) 'popular' and I think it's something that's going to be more and more difficult as culture gets a lot more globalized in general and what certain groups think of as 'the best' gets propagated along to everyone else and it's a big old mess.

And yes, male Doms are def the majority and people don't tend to have a huge amount of respect for men who go looking for submission. I had a discussion with my alpha reader over that, actually, and my argument is that while Mystique has a lot of 'domly' qualities, *Raven* comes off very much in need of direction within the confines of XMFC the movie.

Yeah, I try not to shorthand it, I guess, Raven was awesome while being a sub, imo.

I just need this, Logan, mutton chops and all, pregnant, in a empire waisted gown. What else does the world need, really?
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Feb. 8th, 2012 02:08 pm (UTC)
Yeah, we're really bad about teaching options and in general I think a lot of people aren't even aware of options beyond condoms and condom negotiation among teenagers is... pretty rubbish. Actually I'm very likely to end up lampooning this in CMUniverse which has apparently become my go-to 'verse for silly ass Real Life Shit. Already the comments section has been about 'how this shit is in the US'
Body image, and actually porn exposure, are things that have really started - I think negatively - affecting associations globally, it's unfortunate.
And yes, although I love the idea of Mystique I'm sort of waiting to see how it goes in the next movie or two and if she becomes a BAMF or remains the same insecure girl. The thing I most disliked about Mystique's 'arc' in XMFC was that it was hard not to look at it as her picking her philosophy based on the first boy who would sexualize her. I know that's kinda crass but *within XMFC* that's how it came off to me. That was where my reasoning for XMFC!Raven being a sub came from. Again. I love Mystique, I want her to be BAMF, but I couldn't escape my feelings on her in XMFC.
Ahaha. Poor Logan <3
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Feb. 9th, 2012 02:13 pm (UTC)
Ahahaha! Oh God, Logan. So hilarious! Thank you so much it's awesome
Feb. 7th, 2012 01:15 am (UTC)
Oh, Erik, Charles LOVES the way you smell.

This left me smiling SO MUCH.
Feb. 7th, 2012 01:26 am (UTC)

And yes, Erik, Charles LOVES the way you smell.
Feb. 7th, 2012 01:55 am (UTC)
I love meta so much. And this is really apt, really FUNNY meta. Meta that makes me HAPPY.

Honestly, there's so much that's fascinating about the omegaverse - took me a little while to kind of figure out how I felt about it; as with so many other things, it's totes dependent on the world building and writing.

Charles is totally going to sniff Erik again, and be embarrassed about it.
Feb. 7th, 2012 02:03 am (UTC)
Thank you. I enjoy writing the occasional funny, I'd been spending too much time feeling serious.

Yeah, depending on how you go about it (and how the more problematic elements are either addressed or not addressed) is what does it for me. I need one of two things (for me personally) either the 'don't think about it' flag has to be up ('this is porn, it's for fun, don't think about things and I promise I - as an author - won't say things that could make it squicky') or the 'I will treat this sensitively' flag needs to be up ('I understand this shit could be kinda fucked up, the fucked up ness of it will be addressed appropriately'). Everyone has their own lines, that's just where I tend to fall on it.

Charles is going to sniff Erik, and be mortified, and then just do it again, because he smells really good.
Feb. 7th, 2012 02:09 am (UTC)
I've been reading omegaverse in Sherlock and there are a couple of really good stories - I think I like the AWARENESS, the idea that people aren't just mindlessly following biological imperative but are aware of it and trying to live with it, whether that's through birth control for omegas or suppressants or whatever.

Omegas choosing not to take their suppressants so they can go into heat with *insert chosen alpha here* is so fucking hot! I had no idea!


Erik is going to be all "omg you sniffed me again" but he's going to be really pleased about it even though he won't admit it.
Feb. 7th, 2012 02:18 am (UTC)
Yeah I can see that. I mean there's some hotness to it, but throwing in suppressants and BC and such is a major thing that I have to have. You know if it's like 'I'm on the pill let's fuck like rabbits' that's aces. If it's 'we talked about it and I'm gonna not suppress and we'll have ADORABLE BABIES!', or yaknow, even morning after pill for omegas, that's cool.

It's all the bodice ripping, none of the guilt.

Yes, they will have a hilarious omegaist marriage where Erik tops Charles a good bit and Charles is all the house alpha and cooks food and things and it will be adorable and Erik will be all sekretly pleased whenever Charles is all 'oh god I have to sniff you!!'
Feb. 7th, 2012 02:35 am (UTC)
Omegaverse has given me such a thing for knotting, too, I don't even know.

It's all the bodice ripping, none of the guilt.

YES! The choice is important to be because it means they're being SELF-INDULGENT and decadent and hedonists, not just slaves to biology. I need to my intellect AND my id.

The whole house alpha concept cracked me up and made me smile so hard - because why NOT a house alpha? WHY NOT? And I love it when who tops has nothing to do with who is the dominant partner - and nothing to do with who is the alpha. Penetrative sex acts do not determine submissiveness!

Erik will be all "Not in front of the CHILDREN!" *scandalized* *but turned on*
Feb. 7th, 2012 02:43 am (UTC)
I don't know wtf it is about this fandom, but I'm totally in to A/O in a way I had never anticipated, it's a very new thing for me, either I got seriously kinky in my 3 years out of fandom or XMFC turned me into a kinkster.

Yes! I love both, god this fic right here is my id and my intellect making out, no lie. I'm so weird.

WHY NOT A HOUSE ALPHA!? Actually I totes see Charles as still being a professor but he totally makes his TAs babysit when he's doing classes, and all the rest of the time he teaches the kids about SJ and takes them around Central Park or something and Erik is all 'Fuck yeah, I'm a high powered engineer. Got my alpha at home making me supper!' and everyone is like '... wtf?!'. Charles and Erik, subverting a/b/o norms.

"Erik, it's completely healthy for the kids to see us express our affection." *yeah, totally biting that neck*
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