Disclaimer: I don't own "Olympus has Fallen" or "London has Fallen," that is someone else's playground.

Authors Note #1: This story is based after "London has Fallen" and in an au where Lynn didn't die and Leah and Mike broke up not long after the events of "Olympus has Fallen."

Warnings: alpha/beta/omega, knotting, sexual content, anal sex, alpha/omega dynamics, public sex, friends to lovers, adult content, adult language, canon typical violence.

Storge

Chapter One

"Southpaw has been compromised! I repeat, Southpaw has been-"

Ben's mouth tasted sweet. A heady, saccharine-tart that spoke of a sweet-tooth and habitual over-indulgence when their lips crushed together. Knocking over the press podium as panicking reporters crushed safely out of range. Firmly herded out of the room by the security detail as a growing swirl of chaos threatened to ruin the moment. More or less aware that the cameras were still rolling as the entire world watched the President of the United States get kissed within an inch of his life by his head of security on National Television.

"Agent Banning! Stand down! Stand down!"

He let go of a fractured sound when Ben fisted his hair, wrenching him back so they were looking at one another. Breathing hard as a thin strand of saliva kept them connected. Finding something to savor in the way Ben's lips were stretched red and wet in an animal snarl. Threatening. Challenging. Wild.

"Are we still broadcasting?!"

The President's free hand reached down and palmed the outline of his cock through his trousers. Making him groan as their hips tried and failed to grind. Catching almost painfully on the ridge where his knot was trying to swell. They staggered off to the side, trying to get the upper hand, sending the microphone tumbling off stage. Ignoring the female sounding gasp, before the door slammed and someone ran down the adjoining hall for the President's doctor.

Personally, he wasn't sure why.

The President of the United States was giving as good as he got.

Still, something about this wasn't right.

Ben was his.

That made sense.

That was right.

But at the same time-

He couldn't put his finger on it.

But frankly, the other nine fingers didn't give a flying fuck at this point, so-

"The cameras! Shoot the cameras!"

He growled, teeth bared. The sharp of his canines reflected in the closest lens before Agent Jenner took out the main camera with his gun. Shattering the lens as the stinging bite of ricocheting glass whipped his head around. Making Ben snarl, fingers curling to claws through the layers of his suit jacket, when he dragged Ben behind him. Shielding him as the Agent took out the rest of the cameras.

"What's the protocol?!"

The firm of his mate's hard-on hitched against his thigh. Distracting him as his eyes darted from one Agent to the other. Going instinctively for his holster and scrabbling at the snaps before Ben mouthed across the back of his neck. Dragging the sharp of his teeth across the vulnerable ridge and nuzzling open-mouthed at the shell of his ear.

"Alpha..." Ben breathed, wondering, possessive and needy. "Alpha."

Whatever was left of his fine motor control took a sharp exit and tossed itself off the nearest cliff with no apologies. He didn't need a gun. He barely understood how one worked anymore. All he knew- all he needed was-

"Agent Banning! Control yourself! Stand down, Agent!"

But before he could do anything, his Omega hissed. Rising to his full height as he tore off his tie. Eyes flashing as the Agent tried to approach, gun drawn. Showing the entire room his teeth before stopping them dead with two simple, impossible words.

"Get. Out," Ben snarled, voice wrecked and ragged. Chest rising and falling like getting out every syllable was torture. The warm, copper-molasses of his heat beating down on the other Agents in waves. Turning the room near toxic as the Alphas and Betas staggered backwards, covering their mouths with their sleeves. Reacting instinctively to the Omega's rage.

Animal-pride threatened to choke him as he stood at his mate's side.

His Omega was strong.

Worthy.

He tangled his fingers in his mate's belt-loops. Keeping him grounded – close – as they advanced together. Driving the unwelcome Alphas and Betas from their territory. It didn't matter that people were yelling, that the ear-piece in his ear was a mess of conflicting orders and words that'd long stopped having any meaning.

"Control- we can't-"

The sound of the lock snick-snicking shut was inconsequential. They were alone. The debris of the room was only evidence of their victory. Of the righteousness of their mutual choice. Aware that this had been a long time coming as his chest heaved. Watching Ben watch him as the moment stretched like thin ice.

"Mine," he rasped. Licking at a trickle of blood from the cut on his cheekbone. Refusing to look away as his mate circled him. Examining him in the old way. The way every Alpha and Omega knew like breathing. Unwittingly playing his part as he stood up straighter, chest out, preening. Knowing his worth as his mate's scent wreathed out around him. Receptive

The nod Ben gave him was assenting.

Raw.

"Alpha..." Ben breathed again, tugging fitfully at his collar. Already drenched in sweat. He took a step forward, only to still when the Omega snarled a negative.

His cock twitched under the press of his tailored slacks.

He wanted-

The sound that came out of his mouth when Ben started to strip didn't even sound like him. Tasting iron-red as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. Wondering if he could taste the echo of the Omega's lips on his as he forced his knees to lock. Like a good soldier. Following every move as Ben's dress shirt joined his slacks. Pooling around his ankles in an extended wave of black and white before being kicked away. Leaving him in just an undershirt, boxer briefs and a whole lot of naked skin as his mate looked up at him through dark lashes.

Daring him to disobey.

Daring him to move before his Omega gave him permission.

He made a guttural sound deep in his throat. Half a plead, half a demand. But apparently enough to get the man's attention because Ben all but purred. Pleased. Advancing on him, one step at a time until he was all there was. All there would ever be. Looming and sweet and his. Holding him to the same silent promise as his Omega swiftly undressed him. Tossing his suit jacket with a relieved sigh as he scented him. He fought to hold himself still when Ben buried his face into the curve of his neck, taking deep shuddering pulls of his scent like they weren't already saturated in each other. Eyes slanting dark and feral-wide when he caught the reflection in Ben's eyes as he looked up. Nearly vibrating in place with the effort it took to-

His nostrils flared when the recycled air turned off.

Why would they switch off the air conditioning?

But soon enough the thought scuttled away, senses tunneling. Because the lack of air circulation only served to highlight their melding scents. Picking up something that smelled like oven-warmed caramel, gun oil and Honey-Jack Whiskey.

Christ.

Ben shifted, half-turning, showing how his briefs were slicked to his skin with heat-damp.

He was in heat.

His Omega needed him.

"Ben..."

He was shocked anything made it out of his lips at all. No less something coherent. But he didn't really have time to think about it, because before the echoes died, Ben was there. Draping himself over him and nipping gently at the underside of his chin.

"Yes...yes."

It was all he needed.

He crowded Ben into the wall with a cracking thud, palming the Omega's cock through his shorts before his fingers slipped under the waistband. Skating down his cleft until they came back slick. Rubbing the wet between his fingers with a pleased sound. Rumbling into the back of his neck as the Omega's gland swelled. Throbbing, fat and red at the base of Ben's throat.

Untouched.

Unmated.

His.

"Yes," Ben said again, desperately trying to spread his legs wider. Voice muffled against the wall. Squirming, wrecked, panting and so not like himself that it sent a stab of something through him. Discomfort and pleasure all mixed together. The Alpha in him pleased that it was him making him feel this way. Only him. But discomfort because in his gut something didn't feel-

"Alpha, please...Mike."

That did it.

The control he'd been holding onto by the coat-tails abruptly vanished. Leaving him with no other option than to steal a bruising kiss. Biting viciously at Ben's lower lip as he slammed his fist into the wall above his head. Using the pain to distract himself as the urge to wrench the Omega's head to the side and sink his teeth into the bonding gland grew from a temptation to a necessity.

He heard something rip when he caught the man's boxer-briefs in his fist and yanked. But Ben wasn't letting him call all the shots. Feeling a clumsy hand flail out, finding the button of his slacks and pushing them down. Making him grunt when his cock slapped against the small of the Omega's back. Angling until it was gliding through the wet dripping from his entrance. Slicking down Ben's thighs until all he could hear was the squelch as they moved together.

The angle was shit, but they were too desperate not to try for the easy pleasure. Feeling his rut start to burn through his muscles as the pages of Ben's speech crumpled under their feet. Not sure if he was responding to Ben's heat or if there was something else at play as he hissed a breath when the head of his cock got caught on the man rim. Feeling the man's hole start to give before they fell sideways into the wall and he lost it. Bucking his hips ineffectually as Ben littered the air with humid curses and pleads.

It had never been like this before.

This was controlled desperation in the best and worst of ways.

His ruts had always been violent and hard. Mostly they were a total blackout. Coming out of them jittery, unsatisfied and without any real idea what he'd spent the last few hours doing other than jacking off with those awful synthetic hormones. Sometimes he'd switch things up by fighting another Alpha in the Rut-Rings in the hopes of ending things faster. It didn't. But it didn't stop him from doing it. Especially during the last few ruts.

But this?

This was different.

He was here.

Present.

Aware.

Sane.

He swept his hand across the table next to them. Sending the fucking flag flopping to the carpet, followed by more papers, Ben's glasses and an abandoned press pass. Grabbing Ben by the shoulders and spinning him, bending him over the desk as the man mewled. Legs spread and leaking pre-cum down the two hundred year old wood. Punching the air right out of his god damned lungs as he took his own cock in hand and palmed it. Hissing as the swollen flare of his knot threatened to pop right then and there.

Christ.

He was going to have a fucking heart attack.

He leaned in, dragging his teeth down the curve of his mate's ass. Closing his eyes and trying to count down from a hundred when Ben made a soft sound, shifting hopefully. Barely getting past ninety-three before he was cracking a lid to watch as the man's entrance fluttered prettily. Pressing his thumb against the crinkled skin under it gave and gave and gave. Sucking his thumb in like the greedy thing it was. Ears ringing as Ben let go of a series of low, pitching moans that made him want to punch himself in the god damned face.

Because it was too much.

Because this was Ben.

Because he wasn't anywhere near as strong as he needed to be if he was going to-

He choked. Mouth watering as he watched the slick start to well up again. Trying to pull him deeper as it drenched his cock-head. Running thick down the length of him. Ensuring he wouldn't be able to get Ben's scent off him for days.

No matter how much he scrubbed everyone would know.

Everyone would know that the President of the United States was his and oh fuck-

"This isn't how I wanted it," he said suddenly, finding the words from god knows where and stringing them together as his throat burned. Feeling every one like he was running a marathon as Ben stilled underneath him. Rubbing a soothing half-circle into his mate's lower back before his forehead dipped down to rest there. Breathing him in as all the forbidden thoughts he'd never been brave enough to let free took center stage. "I didn't know- but I wanted. Christ, Ben, I-"

"Mike-"

He bottomed out in a long, singular stroke. Nearly flying right out of his god damned skin as pleasure bloomed in the center of his chest. Different. Huge. Warm. His eyes blew open, sightless and wide as the tight heat of his Omega condensed around him.

It wasn't like he'd thought.

It wasn't like the dreams where he woke up, covered in sweat. Panting like he'd just run a marathon as his cock jerked through the last of an orgasm. Wetting cum across the sheets as his legs scissored. Ben's name fighting to make it past his lips until he sank his teeth into his arm and waited until pain replaced pleasure. Refusing to make it real.

It wasn't like that at all.

It was better.

More.

The sound Ben made when he was finally buried to the hilt was probably illegal in some far-flung, ass backwards part of the world. And was definitely something he'd be happy to hear for the rest of his god damned life. And he wasn't the only one. Because before he could get used to it, there was a hand on his wrist. Tugging. Forcing him to make the awkward angle work as they kissed sloppily.

If he was a better person, he would have said something. Or at least started slow. But he wasn't and he didn't. As it was, he could barely fucking breathe. All he could do was grit his teeth and move. Losing himself entirely when Ben clenched around him. Forgetting to be polite when his knot throbbed - hips jerking shallowly. Snarling an answering sound when Ben only keened.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

He nearly threw a punch when a hand slapped across his chest. Getting a hold of himself when he realized Ben was moving restlessly, tugging at him and making little grunts of displeasure until he realized-

His cock slipped out, straining-red and wet, tip doming with slick and pre-cum as Ben moved so he was facing him. Sitting on top of the desk like something out of a raunchy porno as the muscles in his stomach flexed. Leaning backwards. Inviting him back.

"I want to see..." the man hummed, planting one hand behind him like a brace as he scooted towards the edge of the desk. Expression dark and wanting as he reached down and petted his cock, eyes flashing with a thousand little things he knew uniquely as Ben before he was on him again. Easing one of the Omega's legs over his shoulder as he pushed back inside with a groan.

He tossed back his head – gone on it - when the man's tightness welcomed him back. Feeling stripped bare in an entire new way as Ben moved underneath him. Watching him with those predatory eyes. Missing nothing and demanding everything. Meeting him thrust for thrust. Encouraging him as the balls of his feet dug into the small of his back. Anchoring him deep and firm as every slide, made his knot swell a little more.

He was too far gone to make it last.

This wasn't the time for that.

It should have been, but it wasn't.

Because that same buzzing was back between his ears. An annoying whine of dying frequencies that'd started when Ben had brushed past him as he'd entered the Briefing room. He didn't understand what it meant. But it was there. Building. Changing in volume when he pivoted the angle and Ben yelled. Finding his Omega's prostate in a sweaty, leaking mess of fluids and animal-satisfaction.

"Oh god- please- Mike- Alpha!"

He'd never seen Ben like this. Eyes all slitted with pleasure, fingers scrabbling desperate across the desk. Trying to find a handhold as he nailed the same spot once, twice, again. Half-blinded by uneven starbursts that spread between blinks as his hips slammed down, desperate to do it again. Realizing he was saying his name over and over before the entire world rattled still. Every muscle in his body straining as he dragged his cock back, then pushed forward, driving it home the same moment his knot started to swell.

"Ben- Fuck!"

He cut himself off and set his teeth into the back of the Omega's neck, missing the bonding gland by fucking inches. Swallowing the hormone-laden flush of saliva that would had mated them together for life as everything devolved. Unable to do anything more than grind himself deeper as his knot tied them together and Ben fucking howled.

He shouted- hearing it all second-hand through the echoes as his orgasm hit. Understanding, suddenly and blindingly, exactly what all the fucking fuss was about. Why people said that there was nothing like it.

Christ. All this time and he'd had no idea.

He emptied himself into his Omega with a stuttered stream of cum that pulled the most delicious sounds from Ben's lips. Back arching high as he reached his own peak untouched, before he could even think of wrapping his hand around the man's cock. Striping his chest and belly with thick pearl-white as Ben milked him for everything he had. Taking all of him - accepting him - as their scents melded and he mouthed at the blissed-out slack of his mate's lips.

His.

Ben.

He came back to himself worrying at the swollen-red of the man's rim with his thumb. Tracing where it was stretched around his cock before he shuddered through another spasm. Caught off guard by how powerful it felt - how right - as gravity eventually had him splayed on top of his mate. One hand drifting down to rest on the flat of Ben's belly like he could sense the difference as another orgasm only prolonged the inevitable. Making them both groan as he chewed a kiss into the knobs of the man's spine. Holding him close as his lids dragged heavy and Ben slipped off to sleep.

He was already following him by the time the first plume of knock-out gas flooded the room.

A/N: Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think. – There will be two more chapters.

Reference:

"Storge" – an affection, love, that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity.