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Part 10 is open and prompts from 1-4 can be re-posted here if they were not filled.




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It's finally time for part 10, it's been a few months but even after the article of doom, we're still open.

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AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT re-post prompts from parts five, six, seven, eight, or nine. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.

mark/eduardo, in a world accepted alpha/omega dynamics.

mark's heat came late, that's why he was so miserable in harvard, and he had no idea what he was, but he did like eduardo, and sometimes figured it would be nice if he was eduardo's alpha. but the heat never came, and that's why he had no problem pushing eduardo out of the company. he also assumed he really had no real feelings for eduardo at all, because, why would he kick him out then?

and then after the depositions, the heats come. but he doesn't want his position at the company to be undermined. so he takes supressors. only chris, dustin, and sean know. sean gives him the best supressors in the market, and sometimes when it gets really, really, terrible, he takes mark (but they use condoms, no knotting). mark has no idea who his real, true mate is, and has given up on ever finding him. and then one day, after 10 years, eduardo, all confident in his alpha-ness, turns up for a shareholders meeting. turns out those pills don't work when you're face to face with your true mate, they're only there so no one jumps you (bonus if sean knew this and said nothing).

lots of sexings please! and angst too, with mark wanting eduardo and simultaneously feeling terrible about what he did in the past and feeling like he doesn't deserve eduardo, eduardo taking care of him because he knows once you feel the bond, everything in the past goes away, and then mark resisting his loss of control, etc. also, eduardo gets mad when he finds out sean has been moonlighting at mark's reliever lol.

Re: mark/eduardo, in a world accepted alpha/omega dynamics.

ps a very helpful guide here lol: http://archiveofourown.org/works/403644

FILL 1/?

here have the beginning of a thing!! disclaimer: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING OMG.

When Mark is fifteen, he and the rest of his classmates are subjected to a painfully awkward week of sex ed lessons. The course takes place during the period where they would usually have gym, and while at first everyone is just grateful for a week away from the smelly locker rooms, they soon find out that struggling to dress down as quickly as possible while keeping yourself as covered as you can is actually more fun than listening to your sweaty, balding gym teacher talk about sex.

At fifteen, the students already know most of what they’re being taught. Hell, Mark has seen porn more educational than the first few lessons. The highlight of the whole awful thing comes during the last two days, when they cover the basics of the Alpha Beta Omega System. The ABOS is still seriously controversial – they only started teaching it in school this year, and the students had to take home three page long permission slips in order to attend the last two lessons of the sex ed course. It’s ridiculous, Mark thinks; people have been acknowledging the ABOS for years, but they’re still afraid to teach their kids about it.

The teacher covers only what has been deemed necessary by the school, which is to say, not very much at all. Still, Mark listens intently to all of it, along with everyone else in the class. The last two lessons are the only two in which no one giggles into their hands or shouts smart ass remarks at the teacher.

When Mark is sixteen, a boy in his year, Jordan Walsh, claims that he is an alpha. Jordan is a big lumbering idiot, in Mark’s opinion, and the school as a whole decides that Jordan is just telling stories to make himself look cool – that is, until Clara Cochran comes to school while in heat and Jordan turns purple with the effort of not jumping her in class. They are both sent home early and a week later Clara awkwardly apologizes to Jordan and says she’d never have come to school if she’d known – it was the first time she’d gone into heat, and she’d thought she was just feeling sort of horny because her period was coming soon or something.

These two events are the only experiences Mark will have with the ABOS until he is twenty-three. By the time college comes around, Mark assumes that he is nothing but your run of the mill, ordinary beta. He figures if he is anything other than that, he is an alpha, but he never notices anything when other students complain about how they are perpetually horny because of the stench of the two omegas one floor up from his dorm, whose cycles have synced up, so he eventually concludes that the ABOS really doesn’t affect him at all. He can’t say he’s sorry, really. It seems like it would be an awful distraction.

He does, occasionally, find himself staring at Eduardo for a little longer than is probably normal, wondering idly about how he would taste, or how his dick would feel buried between his thighs. He writes this off as nothing more than the wanderings of a sleep deprived, horny college student, and comforts himself with the thought that he is not the first person to have had such thoughts about their best friend.

In 2004, Mark sits in a chair in the shiny new Facebook offices and watches Eduardo march out, escorted by security, and he is sorry only for the loss of his friend, not the loss of a potential mate. Years later, he will think that this confirms what he’d always thought – that his wonderings had been nothing more than that: wonderings.

He will be wrong.

FILL 2/?

In March of 2006, Mark wakes up with a wet spot on his mattress and a hard-on so intense it’s almost painful. Just the feeling of his boxers brushing against it when he sits up makes him moan and he is pretty sure if he doesn’t get fucked pronto, something really, really bad is going to happen. Mark has had morning wood before, but never this. His first thought is I wonder if that big body builder next door is home and his second thought is oh, shit, because it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s happening right now.

So apparently he’s not the boring old beta he’d always thought he was. Apparently he is actually a very late blooming omega. This would be fine, except that the world is still a very silly place, where omegas are still laughed right out of high ranking positions. Mark is CEO, bitch, and he intends to stay that way – so this whole heat thing is going to have to stay on the down low. Only, he doesn’t really know how to accomplish that, and he realizes with a jolt that as he’s been thinking all this, he’s also started fingering himself absentmindedly, and okay, he needs help.

That said, he’s not really sure who to call. Chris would help, because Chris is scarily efficient, but Chris is visiting his family in North Carolina, so that’s out. Dustin would be useless, because he’d be too busy laughing, and Mark would literally never hear the end of it, and Mark’s assistant, Sue Ellen, is a forty five year old catholic woman who Mark would never be able to look in the eye again after calling her about a thing like that. Which really only leaves one person: Sean.

So he sends Sean a text, need you to come to my place asap, and Sean replies, fuck you it’s early and I’m hungover, and then Mark threatens to fucking murder him, this is not a fucking joke, and maybe Mark’s urgency comes across in the text, or maybe Sean senses something is wrong because of the mass of awful typos that make it in due to the fact that Mark is on all fours and fucking himself with two fingers when he writes it, because Sean just says, okay, I’ll be there in ten, and nothing else.

FILL 3/?

It takes Sean twenty minutes, actually, not ten, and when he gets there, Mark is lying face down on his sofa with his hands under the cushion. He’d put them there in an attempt to stop himself from jerking off, but he started casually rubbing himself off against a cushion after just five minutes and now he’s sort of given up on stopping.

Sean doesn’t knock, just walks right in, starts yelling Mark’s name the second he shuts the door behind him. When Mark finally looks up, Sean is standing in the doorway of his living room, gripping the doorframe with white knuckles and looking a little crazed. “You neglected to inform me of the nature of your problem,” Sean says through clenched teeth.

Mark looks Sean up and down, ignoring the voice in the back of his head whispering that if Sean is here, he can forget the body builder next door, and thinks, Sean is an alpha, and then curses himself for not thinking of that. “Shut the fuck up and help me,” Mark snaps, and Sean’s entire body twitches towards him, but he doesn’t actually move from his spot in the doorway.

“What would you like me to do?” Sean asks, and Mark narrows his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I need – I need – I have to go to work. I can’t go to work like this. People can’t know.

Sean raises his eyebrows, but he seems to understand – almost. “So just do whatever you’ve been doing so far,” he says. “It seems to have worked so far. I didn’t even know about this.”

“I haven’t been doing anything,” Mark says, aware that he turns a little bit red as he says it. “I didn’t know about it either until I woke up this morning.”

Sean’s expression of understanding is almost comical. “Oh,” he says. “Okay, so – suppressors? You need suppressors. And you can’t go out like this, not if you want to keep it a secret, so –“

“So I need you to get them, yes,” Mark snarls, irritated that it’s taken this long for Sean to get with the picture.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Sean says. He hesitates a moment and then slowly starts to back out of the door way. “I’ll be back soon,” he says. “And Mark, lock the fucking door when I leave. I could smell you from two blocks away.”

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Re: FILL 3/? - (Anonymous), 2013-04-30 08:19 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 4/?

A/N: i still don't know what i'm doing but i'm glad you're liking it xoxo stay cool
So Sean leaves and Mark drags himself off the couch and locks the door behind him, and then he goes to take a cold shower, but just ends up jerking off under the water. When Sean finally gets back an hour later, Mark is sitting on the couch, trying to get some work done on his laptop, but only managing to be really, really annoyed by the fact that he just came in the shower twenty minutes ago and he’s already hard and horny again. Sean lets himself in with the spare key that Mark keeps in the flower pot his sister gave him two years ago – the plant in it is long dead, but he can’t be bothered to do anything about it – and comes into the living room holding a bulky paper bag.

“How you doin’, buddy?” He asks, which is probably the most patronizing thing Mark has ever heard Sean say, and that’s saying something.

“How do you think?” Mark snaps. He’s frustrated and Sean’s very presence is making him itch, making him want to grab Sean and drag him into the bedroom and – best to stop that train of thought right there, really. “Did you get them?” He asks, and Sean nods and reluctantly comes further into the room. He takes a seat on the edge of the coffee table, carefully maintaining the maximum amount of distance from Mark, and then opens his paper bag and pulls out three yellow packages, each about an inch thick and the size of a credit card.

“Suppressors,” Sean says, flipping one of them open to show Mark the pills inside. He tosses the packs at Mark, because he can’t reach to hand them over and is clearly not willing to come any closer. “Take one a day for the rest of forever and seriously, don’t skip a day. Skipping days is bad.”

Mark nods, though he’s hardly listening as he pops one of the pills out and takes it dry. He eyes the bag in Sean’s lap, still clearly very full. “What else is in there?” He asks, eyebrows raised slightly.

“More pills,” Sean says, and then, hiding a smirk, “And, well – the pills are going to take a couple of days to kick in, so – I thought you might want a little something.”

And then he reaches into the bag and pulls out the biggest dildo Mark has ever seen.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” Mark says. But he takes the dildo, and ignores the sound of Sean laughing all the way to the door.


Mark calls in sick for two days, because if he wants to keep this a secret, he can’t really go in to the office with a perpetual boner and the desire to fuck anyone who looks at him the right way. He also checks into a hotel, because his neighbors know who he is, and he doesn’t need one of them going to the tabloids and saying, ‘I can smell Mark Zuckerberg’s sex hormones from my backyard.’

So he spends two days sitting in a hotel room with his laptop and his dildo and a steady stream of room service and on the third day he calls Sean and says, in lieu of a hello, “I need you to come smell me.”

There’s a pause and then Sean says, “I’m sorry?”

“I need you to come smell me,” Mark repeats, because really, what’s so hard to understand about that? “I need to know if I can go to work yet, or if my CFO is going to jump me in the elevator.”

“Is Davis an alpha?” Sean asks, missing the point entirely.

“I don’t know,” Mark says. “That was just an example. Can you just come over here and smell me, please? I feel like the pills are working, but I need to be sure.”

“Fine,” Sean says. “I’ll be there soon. You better be wearing pants.”

He hangs up. Mark tosses his phone aside and goes to put pants on.

Sean arrives at the door to Mark’s hotel room fifteen minutes later, looks Mark up and down and announces, “I don’t want to have sex with you at all.”

“Wonderful,” Mark says, grabbing his laptop and his hoodie and marching out of the room. “I’m going to work.”

“Hey, Mark,” Sean calls after him, “Can I use your room? I don’t want to have sex with you, but there’s a girl downstairs at the reception desk that I feel very differently about.”

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FILL 5/?

hello, i love you, have some porn, oh god um
Mark doesn’t tell anyone about his newly discovered omega-status, because he doesn’t think he needs to – Sean disagrees, which, whatever, Sean thinks doing coke off an intern is a good idea. He spends three months taking his pills religiously and generally behaving very suspiciously in the name of secret keeping.

This backfires in July, when Dustin figures it out. They’re in Mark’s office, Mark working, Dustin chattering and Chris pretending to work while actually listening to Dustin; Mark has just told Dustin to go away for the third time when Dustin turns to Chris and makes a crack about how Mark is just grumpy because it’s his time of the month.

Mark’s head snaps up and instead of just telling Dustin to shut up, like he usually would, he says, “Don’t be an idiot, Dustin, I don’t have a time of the month, if you’re going to make jokes they should at least make sense!” Too late, he realizes that Dustin is watching him carefully, clearly judging his reaction, and there is a smile slowly spreading across his face. “I mean,” Mark fumbles, “Ha. Good one.”

“I knew it,” Dustin says. “I knew it. Chris, didn’t I tell you I knew it? I knew it.”

Mark sighs heavily. “How did you figure it out?” He asks, so he knows what to avoid in the future.

“Come on,” Dustin says. “We’ve known you for years. You think we wouldn’t notice you going all bizarre-o for three months? Well, more bizarre-o than usual, I mean.”

Mark pulls a – very mature, thank you – face, which Dustin returns. “You should have just told us,” Chris says.

“It has to be a secret,” Mark says. “You can’t tell anyone else. I don’t want it getting out.”

Chris and Dustin both frown at him, but they must understand, because they also nod. And that’s that. They don’t talk about it again.

In fact, Mark hardly talks about it at all, to anyone – at least, not until he has to. Six months after his initial discovery, the site is attacked, and Mark spends forty-eight straight hours at work, and it’s only as he’s pulling into his driveway that he realizes he missed his pill that morning. He shrugs it off, because it’s only one day. He takes the missed pill before bed, only to wake up gasping and drenched in sweat two hours later.

The pent up hormones hit him like a punch to the gut, so intense he can hardly draw breath. He gets a hand around his cock and pulls a couple of times, but it’s simultaneously too much and not enough and gives up, panting and clawing at the sheets in frustration. He understands now why Sean warned him against missing pills – this is excruciating. The old dildo Sean gave him is in his nightstand, but he has a feeling that this isn’t something he can take care of himself. Not this time.

So he calls Sean. It takes him three tries to dial the number correctly, because his hands are trembling, but he manages, finally, and Sean picks up after three rings, sleepy and obviously a little bit drunk, says, “Man, it’s four in the morning, what do you want?”

“Sean,” Mark gasps, clawing at his mattress distractedly with one hand. “I need your help.”

“What’s wrong?” Sean asks, suddenly sounding very alert, which says something about how Mark probably sounds, he thinks.

“I missed a day – a pill, I missed a pill. I thought I took it soon enough, but I didn’t.” He tries to find the will power to be embarrassed by how desperate he sounds, but he can’t. All he can feel is need and want and there’s no room for anything else.

“Shit,” Sean says, and then, “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Sean,” Mark says. “I need your help.

“Oh,” Sean says when he gets it, more an exhale than actual word. “Are you sure?”

Mark can only make a wordless, frustrated sound in response. Sean makes a sound that might be a laugh, which Mark will have to remember to be angry about when he can think about anything other than his feverish need to be fucked. “I’m on my way,” Sean says, and then he hangs up.

FILL 6/?

Sean wastes no time on niceties. He marches into Mark’s bedroom, looks Mark up and down where he’s lying on the bed, fucking himself with two fingers like he can’t even help it, makes a sound that might actually be called a growl and says, “Roll over.”

Mark rolls over. He doesn’t even pause to be annoyed at being ordered around, he just does it, because Sean’s presence alone has eased the ferocious desire, like his body knows what’s coming. Sean’s hands are on his hips within seconds, pulling him up onto all fours, his fingertips pressing into Mark’s skin just this side of too hard. He lets go and trails one hand over the bumps of Mark’s spine and Mark shudders and tips forward until his head hits his pillow.

“Are you sure?” Sean asks again, his voice tight and controlled and Mark whines in response, pushes his ass up in a way that will be embarrassing later, he’s sure.

Sean doesn’t ask again. Mark hears his belt being undone and then there’s some rustling as his pants come off. “Condom?” he asks and Mark manages to wave a hand vaguely in the direction of his nightstand. Sean leans over him to reach, which means his cock presses hard and insisting against Mark’s back and Mark whines again, presses back against him. “Stop that,” Sean says gruffly, reaching back with one hand to still Mark’s hips, and then he leans back again and Mark hears him opening the condom. “You still have that fucking dildo,” Sean says. “It just wouldn’t do it for it you, huh? You need a fucking cock to get off, Mark?” His voice is low, barely more than a whisper and it would feel like a taunt if it wasn’t one hundred percent true.

“Yeah,” Mark says, “Yeah, Sean, come on,” because he’s really not above begging at this point, and Sean hums once and then, without further ado, he pushes into Mark in one smooth motion. “Shit,” Mark says, and Sean hums again and starts fucking him in earnest, setting a quick pace that leaves Mark unable to do anything but gasp, his breathing coming shallow and so loud it’s almost a groan. Sean slides a hand up his back and pushes him forward, changing the angle just slightly and Mark moans and digs his fingers into his pillow.

It is over embarrassingly quickly, for both of them. They come at the same time; Sean leans forward and wraps his arms around Mark’s torso, holding him up as Mark shakes his way through an orgasm, and then, when Mark finally stops trembling and comes around enough to hold himself up, he pulls out, ties the condom off and tosses it aside and flops onto his back on Mark’s bed. Mark thinks the speed must have been his intent, because he looks quite pleased with himself, and not just in an I-Just-Got-Laid sort of way.

Mark slowly droops forward, unable to remain up on all fours because his whole body seems to have turned to jelly. He collapses on his stomach, wraps his arms around his pillow and is quiet for a long moment, catching his breath. He still feels needy and wanting, but it’s nothing compared to what it was, and he can sleep now, he thinks. Sean is wiggling in place, getting comfortable; he clearly has no intention of leaving, and Mark would have a problem with that if he weren’t so tired. As it is, he is too exhausted to try and kick him out, so he just settles into his pillow, closes his eyes and mutters, “We don’t speak of this.”

Sean snorts and Mark’s eyes are closed but he thinks he feels a hand brushing hair off his forehead. “My lips are sealed,” Sean says, and usually Mark would never trust those words from Sean’s lips, but this time he believes him.

He manages, just before he falls asleep, to open his eyes one last time and squint at Sean in the dark. “Sean,” he mumbles, half into his pillow in the hopes that Sean won’t hear. “Thanks.”

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FILL 7/?

Mark sleeps for twelve hours and when he wakes up, Sean is gone. This is not surprising. He goes to work and ignores Dustin chattering animatedly at him and when he’s been in the office for about an hour, Sean comes in, drops into the chair in front of Mark’s desk and declares that he’s thinking about taking karate lessons, because ‘ladies love that shit.’ “What do you think?” He asks, and Mark really couldn’t give a shit, but he recognizes this for what it is, a way to avoid any morning-after awkwardness, and so instead of brushing Sean off he shrugs and says,

“I don’t know why you’d bother; it’s not like you’d have any qualms with lying and saying you have a black belt.”

“Yeah,” Sean says. “That’s probably true,” and then he launches into a story about the girl he slept with one time who actually did have a black belt and Mark has heard this story a million times so he tunes it out.

He brings a pack of pills to work after that, just in case, but he’s busy and sometimes he still misses days. It’s alright though. Sean is always just a call away and, as much as Sean can be, well… Sean, he is a good friend, and he never makes a big deal of it. He just helps Mark out when he needs it and then moves on.

All in all, Mark does pretty well with the whole omega thing. It hardly impacts his life at all. He maybe, sometimes, hears employees talking about mates and bonds and, maybe, sometimes… wonders, but it’s not really a big deal. It’s fine, and Facebook is doing well, and he’s succeeding at keeping the whole thing a secret.

Until one day it comes out in a pretty spectacular way.


Eduardo’s school does not teach its students about the ABOS, but Eduardo grows up knowing all about it anyway. When he is eight, a boy in his class insults someone by calling them an omega, a trend that Eduardo will see a lot growing up and never quite understand. He goes home that day and, at the dinner table, inquires politely in Portuguese about what an omega is. His parents look at each other and then his father asks where he heard that, and Eduardo tells him, and his father says, in English, “We will talk about this after dinner in my office, Edu,” and Eduardo frowns, but nods. His mother is still learning English, so she can’t have understood what his father said, but she doesn’t ask, either, just smiles and asks if Eduardo would like more juice.

After dinner, his father sits him down in one of the big leather chairs in his office, the ones that are too big for Eduardo and make him feel like he is in a giant’s house, and he tells Eduardo three things. First, he says, Eduardo is an alpha. All Saverin men are, he says, and Eduardo is no different. Second, alphas are not better or worse than betas and omegas, no matter what anyone says. And third, it is the alpha’s job to care for their partner, whoever it may be. He explains only the bare bones of the ABOS during this conversation, because Eduardo is young and still feigns gagging at the idea of kissing people other than his parents, but as the years pass, they will have many conversations about it and his father will explain more and more.

Eduardo is taught about bonds and soul mates and the purpose of the ABOS. The ABOS is outdated, his father tells him, a remnant of a time when the human race needed to reproduce constantly. Once, he says, the main goal of the alpha was to impregnate as many partners as they could. Now their main goal is pleasure. He teaches Eduardo about the importance of a consenting partner – in heat does not mean yes, not anymore, he says, over and over – and he teaches him to be careful when sleeping with omegas, lest he form an unwanted bond. “Most bonds can be broken, Edu,” his father says, “but it is a messy, unpleasant thing, and it will hurt both partners.”

Eduardo nods and takes all this to heart, but there is one thing that fascinates him above all the rest. Most bonds, his father had said, most bonds can be broken, but there is one that can’t. Eduardo is entranced by the idea of soul mates – real, true soul mates, someone out there in the world who is his perfect match.

FILL 8/?

By the time he goes away to college and meets Mark, the concept has become something of an ideal to him, has filled him up like a balloon expanding in his chest, leaving a hollow spot that he keeps trying to fill. He’s looking for his mate around every corner and sometimes, sometimes, he looks at Mark and thinks he’s found him.

In 2004, he walks out of the Facebook offices, flanked by security guards, and he thinks maybe he doesn’t have a mate. He can’t have, because it isn’t Mark, and if it isn’t Mark, it isn’t anyone.

Years later, he gently wakes the woman sleeping next to him, a sweet looking blonde omega who lives above him and sometimes knocks on his door in the middle of the night, smelling of hormones and strawberry shampoo, and says, “Can I borrow some sugar, neighbor?”

He thinks that if he was going to find a mate, someone meant for him who was not Mark, it would be her, but when she stirs and blinks herself awake, he feels nothing but a sort of vague, friendly fondness. “I have to go,” he says, “I’ve gotta catch a flight to the states. You can stay as long as you like, but lock up when you leave.” She smiles, and nods, and gives him a little peck on the cheek, and he doesn’t even have it in him to be disappointed that his bitter, broken-hearted younger self still hasn’t been proved wrong.


It’s the first day of the annual shareholder’s meeting, or, as Mark calls it, Hell Week. He calls it this not because shareholder’s meetings themselves are particularly unpleasant or anything like that, but because they always inevitably mean he is going to have to spend a week going out for drinks and brunch and golf with various boring old business associates. He’s sitting at the head of the table in the conference room, swiveling back in forth in his chair and chewing an enormous wad of wintergreen gum – practically force fed to him by Chris, because holy shit, Mark, when did you last brush your teeth, you breath smells like sugar and death, - and waiting, sort of impatiently, for everyone to arrive so they can get this over with. Sean is standing a few feet to his left, arms folded, talking to Dustin, and Chris is sitting in his designated seat, fidgeting with his wedding ring and looking bored. There’s seven shareholders in the conference room and one of them starts to say something to Mark, but he doesn’t catch it, because that is when Mark’s entire world turns on its ear.

This is what happens:
Eduardo walks into the conference room, smiles at Chris, waves at Dustin, and nods politely at Mark. He crosses the room with the same quick, confident strides as always, undoes a button on his suit jacket and sits down.

This is all it takes. It is the first time Mark has been in a room with Eduardo since the depositions, the first time since he started going into heat, and just the sight of Eduardo makes his mouth go try, makes some coil tight in his belly, makes him grip the arms of his chair tightly just to keep from leaping out of it. The heads of seven shareholders swivel to look at Mark, all of them wearing the same wide eyed, verging-on-hungry look, and Mark thinks, shit, cat’s out of the bag. He glances, panicked, at Sean, who is frozen mid-gesture, staring at Mark and looking sort of unsurprised and a little sad. Dustin and Chris keep looking from face to face, clearly confused.

Mark turns back to look at the room full of shareholder’s, opens and closes his mouth a few times, searching for something to say. He cannot make himself look at Eduardo, doesn’t want to know if he’s feeling this, too, or if, even worse, he isn’t. Words fail him, but thankfully, one of the shareholder’s saves him the trouble of speaking. “Is this some kind of joke?” She snaps.

FILL 9/?

He starts to answer even though he doesn’t really know what to say. It turns out it doesn’t matter, because before he can say anything, Eduardo’s voice surprises him into looking at him, finally. He’s sitting up very straight, his body angled towards Mark, but his shoulder’s straining backwards, like he’s trying to fight it. His expression is a strange mix of shock and anger, and when he speaks, his voice is barely more than a growl. “It had fucking better be,” he says, and Mark shrinks back in his chair slightly.

There’s a pause and then Sean breaks the silence by laughing loudly and saying, “Gotchya, didn’t we? You should see your faces. We’re starting a new tradition of Shareholder Meeting Pranks. Great, don’t you think? How about a round of applause for our actors, Mark Zuckerberg and Eduardo Saverin?” No one claps. Sean doesn’t even blink. “No? You didn’t like that? Alright, our bad. Sorry. If you don’t mind, I’ll just take Mark and help him get all that pheromone perfume off so we can get on with the meeting. Excuse us.”

And then he grabs the back of Mark’s chair and wheels him right out of the conference room. Mark cranes his neck around on the way out, just in time to see Eduardo stand up stiffly and follow them.

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FILL 10/?

A/N: um. i've been busy. hi again. did somebody say 'more porn'? because.

Mark doesn’t say a word as Sean pushes his chair through the Facebook offices. He pointedly ignores the way that several of his employees whip around to stare at him, shocked, and focuses instead on the sharp, even footsteps he can hear behind him. He knows they are Eduardo’s footsteps like he knows his own name, and he doesn’t know why he knows it, doesn’t know why he feels like his heart is trying to tear its way out of his chest. Sean pushes him into his office and then stops, hesitates a moment before carefully navigating Mark’s chair through the rest of the office furniture until he is behind the desk. It’s only once he’s got Mark there safely that he lets go of the chair, mutters a few choice curses and then grabs Mark’s actual desk chair and throws himself into it like he is a character in a soap opera who’s just found out they’re pregnant with their cousin’s child.

“You left the door open,” Mark says, conversationally, staring at a spot behind Sean’s ear and trying to ignore the fact that he’s hard in his jeans and he doesn’t know why, because he took his pill this morning, he did, he remembers. No sooner has he said it than his office door slams hard enough to rattle a coffee mug on his desk and he looks up to find Eduardo standing in front of it, looking simultaneously angry and vulnerable.

“You’re an omega,” he says, and it’s not a question, but Mark nods anyway and that’s when it hits him that he’s just been outed to the entirety of his company and all its shareholders.

“Shit,” he says. He manages, then, to tear his gaze away from Eduardo – which is harder than it should be, he thinks, because he’s been in the presence of alphas while in heat before and never had that problem – and looks at Sean, who is staring at the ceiling like it is the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Why did you give me defective pills, asshole?” Mark snaps, because he can’t think of any other reason why he suddenly became horribly, desperately horny in the middle of a shareholders meeting.

(It’s more than just horny, actually, there something else, too, but he’s trying not to think about that like he’s trying not to think about the fact that he doesn’t want to jump Sean or any of the other alphas who aren’t Eduardo, because none of that makes sense.)

“You’ve been taking suppressors?” Eduardo asks and Mark can’t decipher his tone and he doesn’t want to answer, but he does anyway, turns like he can’t help it.

“Yeah,” he says. Eduardo doesn’t say anything else, just frowns at him, so Mark turns back to give Sean a pointed look.

“I didn’t,” Sean says with a heavy sigh, slowly lifting his head to look at Mark. “I gave you the same pills as always.”

“Then why aren’t they working?” Mark snaps at the same time that Eduardo asks, “How long have you been taking them?”

“I don’t know,” Mark says. “Years.” He opens his mouth to continue interrogating Sean, but Eduardo keeps talking.

“You weren’t taking them at Harvard,” Eduardo says, not a question, but Mark shakes his head anyway.

“No. I didn’t – I wasn’t - It came late,” he says, shrugging. “But I’ve always been able to hide it, which is why it doesn’t make sense that it’s coming out now.” The last is addressed to Sean, who sighs again and says,

“Mark, it’s more complicated than that. It’s – the suppressors block the hormones that cause you to go into heat, but the ABOS is more complicated than that. There’s some things you can’t block. There’s… other factors.”

“What do you mean, ‘other factors’?” Mark snaps. Sean’s lips curve up into a wry smile and he lifts one hand slowly and gestures at Eduardo.

“Other factors,” he says and when Mark looks at Eduardo, he has gone very pale.

“Oh my God,” Eduardo says and then his legs start to shake and he has to sit down on the floor of Mark’s office and put his head between his knees.

“I don’t understand,” Mark says through his teeth. “What is going on?”

FILL 11/?

“Suppressors can’t block the bond, Mark,” Sean says, irritated, like Mark is being deliberately obtuse, which maybe he is, but this is really a lot to take in, so you can’t blame him. “Your average, run of the mill alpha won’t have any effect when you’re on them, but an alpha you’re connected to…”

He looks at Mark like he’s expecting him to make some great leap, but Mark just stares at him and then shakes his head. “No. I’m connected to you and I don’t start throwing out pheromones whenever I see you.”

“Mark,” Eduardo says and Mark doesn’t want to turn and look at him, but he can’t resist and so he does, grips the arms of his chair tighter when he sees that Eduardo is staring at him, wide eyed and resigned, the line of his brow pulled together over his eyes. “He’s not talking about friendship. Suppressors can’t block the bond. Suppressors can’t block soulmates.”

Mark stares at him and he wants to disagree, wants to say that this must be something else, but he knows that it’s not, knows it the same way that he knows Eduardo’s heart is beating faster than normal, knows it like he’s got a finger on his pulse when in reality they are in opposite sides of the room. The word ‘soulmates’ sits heavy in his stomach and in the tips of his fingers, on every inch of his skin that aches to be pressed against Eduardo and now that it’s been said aloud he knows, too, that he can’t argue, because it’s like someone has tied him to Eduardo with a rope that can’t be cut, whether he wants it to be or not. He looks at Eduardo and Eduardo looks back and Mark wonders what this must be like for him, because Mark never stopped caring for Eduardo, but he can put a finger on the exact moment that Eduardo started hating him.

“We’re going to have to cancel the meeting,” he says without looking away from Eduardo. “And Chris. Chris is going to have to put out a statement. I –“

Sean puts a hand on his shoulder and Mark takes a moment to marvel at his complete lack of interest in him in spite of the fact that he has that too familiar ache in his belly telling him that he wants, wants, needs to be fucked. “I’ll take care of it,” Sean says. “You two should… go. Together you’re sending out really a lot of hormones and it’s... well, I can’t speak for anyone else in the building, but if you don’t get the fuck out of here, my dick might explode.”

Mark glances at Sean and notices for the first time that his forehead is shiny with sweat and the hand that is not touching Mark is clenched tightly in a fist. He looks back at Eduardo in time to see his eyes flick from Sean’s hand on Mark’s shoulder to Sean’s face and then hesitate, like maybe Sean’s dick exploding is something he’d like to see. After a moment though he lets out a long sigh and says, “Fine. Let’s go, Mark. I’ll drive.”


The drive from Facebook to Eduardo’s hotel is short and tense. They don’t go to Mark’s house because that’s a longer drive, and Eduardo admits, reluctantly and through clenched teeth, that he’s not sure he can focus long enough to drive there without getting them killed. Mark feels a little thrill of excitement at that, the idea that he can distract Eduardo just with his presence, and he doesn’t know why, because it’s not like he’s actually doing anything – it’s just chemicals, just his body projecting something that Eduardo’s body responds to, nothing more. Still, it makes his fingers twitch towards Eduardo before he sits on them to keep from doing something inadvisable and he nods without any further argument, says, “Yeah, okay, your hotel is fine.”

FILL 12/?

Eduardo’s hotel room is immaculate, the only sign that he’s been there the line of neatly pressed suits Mark can see hanging in the open closet. The bed is made, there’s mints on the pillows, and there’s a little card on the corner of the bed encouraging Eduardo to save water by hanging up towels that he plans to reuse. Eduardo stands in the middle of the room with his back to Mark, his fingers twitching at his side and Mark hesitates by the closed door and says, “So, I guess we should… talk.”

Eduardo barks out a laugh and then, abruptly, he is in Mark’s space, pressing him back against the door and shoving a hand up under his t-shirt. The simple touch of Eduardo’s hand on Mark’s too hot skin makes him shudder and arch forward into Eduardo, makes his head thump back against the door, and Eduardo smiles, somehow looking both furious and fond, and says, “You want to talk?”

“No,” Mark breathes. “No, I don’t – I – I said we should.” He realizes he’s closed his eyes, so he opens them again to find Eduardo staring down at him, his eyes huge and dark and lidded. He licks his lips and Mark tracks the movement of his tongue, can’t look away.

“After,” Eduardo says, and Mark nods, and then they’re kissing and Mark has never even really been a big fan of kissing, but it is the best thing that has ever happened to him, ever. Eduardo’s tongue in his mouth is better than a million members, better than meeting the president, better than being on the cover of TIME Magazine. At least until Eduardo presses his thigh between Mark’s legs and slides one hand roughly up his neck and into hair and then that is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he’s gripping at Eduardo’s stupid dress shirt and panting into his mouth, needy and desperate.

“Mark,” Eduardo breathes out, soft, and Mark whines, “Wardo,” and that makes Eduardo smile and lean in to bite at Mark’s jaw.

“What?” Eduardo says between kisses and Mark answers,

“I want, I want, I need you,” too far gone to hear the echo, just trying to answer Eduardo, but it makes Eduardo go tense for a moment before he bites at Mark’s jaw again, hard enough to make Mark yelp this time. “What,” Mark starts, but before he can get anything else out Eduardo is pulling his shirt off over his head at the same time that he’s dragging him forward towards the bed. Eduardo tosses Mark’s t-shirt away and then pushes him forward onto the bed, tugs his shorts off along with his boxers and then smooths a hand over Mark’s back, over the curve of his ass and then down to his thigh.

“Scoot up,” he says, his voice rough, and Mark pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and crawls forward until he’s looking down at the mint on one of the pillows. When Eduardo doesn’t immediately start touching him again, Mark twists around to look at him and then watches with interest as he undresses quickly and carelessly, tossing his cufflinks onto the nightstand without looking and dropping his neatly pressed trousers and shirt in a pile on the floor. When he steps out of his briefs, his cock bounces up against his stomach and the sight of it makes Mark groan. “Needy,” Eduardo comments, neither scolding nor praising, so Mark just nods and then he has to look away when Eduardo reaches down and starts fisting his cock lazily.

“Wardo,” he whines again and he hears Eduardo hum quietly before he feels the bed shift when he climbs on, and then there’s a steadying hand on his back and two fingers pressing into him. He breathes out a soft ‘oh’ and Eduardo hushes him softly and pulls his fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in, torturously slowly.

“I could do this all night,” Eduardo says, so close that Mark can feel his breath against his spine. He shivers and hears Eduardo laugh. “Could you survive that?” Eduardo asks, sounding curious. “Would that be enough? Just my fingers in you all night, teasing you? Could you get off from that?” Mark doesn’t answer, can’t answer, just pushes back against Eduardo’s fingers and groans. Eduardo’s hand rubs circles on his back and then his fingers are gone and before Mark can even mourn the loss, he’s stretching up to press his chest against Mark’s back and whispering, “I could. But you want more, don’t you, Mark? Don’t you?”

FILL 13/?

“Yeah,” Mark manages when it becomes clear that Eduardo is not actually going to do anything until he answers, and Eduardo reaches around him to grab his chin and turn his head to kiss him.

“Okay,” Eduardo says and then he pulls away.

“Condom?” Mark suggests and he turns just in time to see Eduardo roll his eyes.

“I don’t think so,” he answers, and then his hands are on Mark’s thighs, pulling them farther apart before sliding up to press a hand against his back. He’s positioning him, Mark realizes when he the hand on his back makes his ass raise a little bit higher into the air, and he wants to be annoyed by it, but he can’t even bring himself to care, because then Eduardo’s cock is pressing against him, and then Eduardo is inside of him and he can’t do anything but press back against him and reach back with a sweaty hand to try to pull Eduardo closer, deeper, anything, just more. Eduardo ignores Mark’s groping hand, starts fucking him slow and steady, so Mark gives up and reaches instead for his own cock – but Eduardo doesn’t ignore that. He makes a quiet, irritated sound and slaps Mark’s hand away before carefully pulling first Mark’s left arm and then his right out from under him, making him fall forward into the pillow beneath him. “No,” Eduardo says, soft but stern. “You’ll come from me fucking you or not at all.”

Mark nods, and then Eduardo’s thrusts speed up slightly and he slides a hand up Mark’s sweaty back and into his hair, scratches at Mark’s scalp with one fingernail. “I could knot in you,” he says, his voice rough and breathless and dirty. “I could knot in you and then we’d be here all night, Mark. Just me fucking you until I came, and it would take a while. I could fuck you for hours, until you couldn’t come anymore, until you were worn out and oversensitive.” Mark whimpers and Eduardo grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his head up, surprisingly gentle. “Would you like that?” He asks and Mark nods, the movement making Eduardo’s grip on his hair pull.

“Yeah,” he says, “Yes, Wardo,” because he’d like anything, anything Eduardo wanted to do to him, he’d like it.

Eduardo hums and lets go of Mark’s hair, leans down to press a kiss where Mark’s neck meets his shoulder when Mark’s head drops against the pillow again. “I don’t think you’re ready for that,” he says, “And I don’t have the patience,” and then he straightens up, grabs Mark’s hips with both hands and starts fucking him in earnest, hard and fast and just there, until Mark is crying out, clawing at the blankets beneath him, and coming with Eduardo’s name on his lips.

“I can’t,” Eduardo starts, speaking through gritted teeth as he continues to thrust into Mark, “fucking – believe – you’re – my mate – you incredible – fucking – asshole – Mark!” And then he comes, with Mark arching his back up beneath him, trying to curl in on himself, oversensitive and guilty.

Afterwards, Eduardo is gentle. He pushes Mark’s hair out of his face and cleans him up with a wet rag and kisses him softly, tenderly, whispers, “I’m sorry,” against Mark’s lips.

“It’s okay,” Mark answers, because it is. Because he fucked shit up in their friendship and Eduardo has every right to be angry with him. Because he would be angry about being given such an asshole for a mate, too. “It’s okay, Wardo, really,” he says, but he still turns on his side and curls up tight so he doesn’t have to look at Eduardo, still cringes guiltily when Eduardo touches his arm.

“No, it’s not,” Eduardo says sadly, but Mark pretends to be asleep, and after a moment of staring at him, Eduardo sighs and goes to sleep, too.

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