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McCree/Sigma/Reinhardt/Doomfist – Omega!Sigma and Alphas!McCree, Reinhardt, Doomfist.

Sigma is a big Omega, but also a sensitive one. It is not difficult to dominate him and make him feel overwhelmed and like he is in over his head, and from how skittish he becomes in the presence of three prime Alphas like McCree, Reinhardt and Akande, he must have been exploited a fair share in his life.

Reinhardt croons at him, working to keep the thick cloud of Alpha pheromones contained which he had been exuding immediately upon noticing the old Omega’s soft little heat.

Akande sneers at him and pushes him out of the way of the kitchen door so he can step inside.

“Don’t fear us…” he says gently, outstretching one big hand. Sigma looks flustered and like he wants to deny that he’d ever been scared, but in the end he doesn’t say anything and just stares at the outstretched hand until he slowly reaches for it.

His shoulders are hunched, back curled a bit to make himself seem smaller than he is.

“It is nothing,” he says with a small hitch in his voice when Akande’s thumb begins to slowly, softly brush across the back of his hand. “They are barely noticeable these days. You wouldn’t want to mate with an old Omega, the chances of impregnation are-”

“That’s quite alright,” Jesse drawls, suddenly appearing at the other entrance to the kitchen. He brings with himself the warm, spicy scent that he exudes on the regular, mixed in with a good heap of interest in the heating Omega. “It’s not always about procreation, isn’t it? Sometimes ya just wanna be good to a sweet Omega.”

Sigma swallows hard and looks down. Akande clucks his tongue and pulls him closer to have the Omega right against his broad chest. He is used for them to be a lot smaller and dainty, but he can’t deny that he likes the fact that he can nudge his nose against Sigma’s and steal a little chaste kiss without having to bend down low.

The other Alphas are on them in a second. Sigma freezes between them. He’s a big guy, and a skilled fighter, but he behaves like he is their prey. He looks nervous and unsure. Akande hums and pulls back some to give him room.

“Why don’t you sit down over there,” he says softly, tilting his head towards a group of plush chairs and couches over in the sitting area of the large kitchen. “We could talk about this…”

“I could carry you there,” Reinhardt says immediately; he looks like an old, friendly dog; loving but overeager. He is leaning in close, sniffing just at the joint of Sigma’s jaw, and the old Omega stiffens and looks like he has goosebumps all over his body.

“Ah… that won’t be necessary,” he says politely but does let himself get ushered forward by McCree at his back.

“We will just have a talk,” Akande assures him, still gently holding Sigma’s hand. “We want to make sure you’re well taken care of…”

“An’ we’ll leave ya alone if ya don’t want us,” McCree drawls from behind. Sigma sighs softly but his ears are flushed in tentative pleasure.