1995

It was coming up to Gerard's nineteenth birthday; he had been waiting an entire year to present, and he still hadn't despite his best efforts. In his mind, it made sense that he would present on that day, as he should have the year before just like everyone else, but it had been delayed by his medication. He had been off of his pills for exactly a year now and he was so sure it had been long enough. He was going to present, whether he'd drag it out of himself or not, and if his inner wolf needed more persuasion, he knew exactly who he could ask.

A week before his birthday, Gerard decided that he wanted a backup plan to push things along. He had heard over the last year of high school that a lot of people had presented when they were in the middle of fooling around with someone, and Josh had explained that the rush of hormones could jumpstart the transformation. Gerard felt keen to try, even if he was nervous about his first sexual experience, and with that, he decided to go to the one person he felt he could trust. His first proper crush.

Sam.

He knew Sam and Awsten were dating and happy together, but he also knew that she would understand what he was asking of her. He wasn't asking for a fuck-around or a fun lay - he was asking for help. In the old times, this is what wolves did. It made sense that some people just need a push.

Gerard and Sam had always been close and he decided that if he was going to be a beta- a decision he had come to terms with- then he should get used to being with a beta. He walked up to Sam one afternoon and slung an arm around her shoulder, giving her a cocky grin.

"Hey, Beanpole, you mind if I steal your woman for a second?" Gerard asked Awsten who was on the other side of Sam as they all stood and looked over the Springs and the flowing river.

"As long as you give her back, Greaseball," Awsten replied with a kind smile, leaning over to kiss Sam on the cheek before he walked over to Josh who was about a few feet away.

"What's up, Gee?" Sam turned, unleashing the full force of her green eyes on him. He smiled at her cheekily for a moment before pushing his thin glasses up on his nose.

"Look, I... Sammy, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course, Gee." She smiled and tucked a short blond lock behind her ear, "Why?"

"I- Whoa, is it hot in here? Jeez, turn down the heat-"

"Gerard..." Sam asked with a frown, "Tell me what's wrong."

"I want to ask you a favor." Gerard shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts, "It's my birthday in a week and I figured that since I haven't presented yet, it's a good chance I might present on my birthday."

"Makes sense." Sam shrugged as she took the cigarette that was tucked behind her ear and put it between her lips.

Gerard took out his lighter and struck it, shielding the flame as he held it out for her, "And if it doesn't..."

"Yeah?" She asked as she took a deep exhale of the slim stick and rested her elbow on her other arm, eyeing him, "How should I help?"

"I heard from a couple-a kids that they presented when they were... Y'know? Bumping fuzzies."

"Shuddup, Gerard." She scolded him playfully and he recoiled and cleared his throat.

"So, I was wondering if you'd help me? I don't know who else to ask, who else I'd trust to be themselves and not judge me." Gerard began fidgeting with his hand before he began biting on his thumbnail.

"Well, Gee... That's a big thing to ask. But I understand why. I'll speak to Awsten first, okay? It's not like we're having sex to have sex. I wanna help you."

"Thanks, Sammy." Gerard smiled sweetly and gave her cheek a small stroke with his finger.

"I do have a question."

"Sure." He took the cigarette from her and took a drag, feeling the smoke burn his throat before he exhaled.

"Why me? I mean, okay, I guess, it makes sense if you were straight but... But you're not. Are you?"

"I don't know what I am. I just... I like who I like. But I want help from a beta. I'll probably be one, too, and I don't want to have sex with an Alpha if I know I won't ever be able to have it ever again."

"That's true. I mean, betas are eighty percent of the population so your chances are high." She sighed and took the cigarette back just after Gerard had taken a second drag, "I'll talk to Awsten."

~

And it was the next day that Sam told Gerard that Awsten almost insisted she help poor Greaseball; his friends wanted to help him as much as they could. No one liked to see their pack struggle that way.

Gerard had held the party at his house with his friends and a few family members. After the dinner his mom insisted on throwing, he shooed them out of the house for a while so that his friends could actually have fun.

Frank and Josh were dancing in the low light of the living room, both of them swaying very close to Tyler who was slowly shaking his own hips to the punky pop music that was on the stereo. Gerard had insisted on listening to all kinds of his favorite music from Elvis Presley to Guns 'n Roses and even some Madonna. Sam and Awsten were laughing and standing near the food table, having a contest just between the two of them on who could shove the most meatballs in their mouth. Wayne was sitting on the sofa watching Josh and Frank with a very amused expression as he sipped on the cider that Donna had provided.

Not beer. No. Never. Just cider.

Gerard stood in the living room doorway in his unbuttoned flannel shirt that was way too many colors, an old t-shirt from a local band, and his baggy jeans. He pushed his new thinly-framed glasses up on his nose and tucked a dark lock behind his ear. He watched as Josh gave Frank's ass a squeeze and Frank turned, looking appalled at Josh who then looked shocked and turned to point at Tyler. Frank rounded on Tyler and slapped him across the face, angrily yelling at him about personal space as Josh howled with laughter, almost bent backward.

Gerard smiled and looked at them before he sat down on the armrest of the sofa next to Wayne, "Hey, De'Wayne," Gerard called down to Wayne with a smile as the latter tipped his bottle in Gerard's direction, "Having fun at my birthday bash, this hullabaloo, at my expense?"

"Gee, this is a helluva shindig," Wayne announced with a laugh and Gerard smiled and looked up to see Sam cheering for herself, chewing on a mouth full of meat as Awsten looked very red and almost teary-eyed, rubbing his chest. Gerard assumed he probably almost choked on the food in his mouth, and so badly wanted to make an inappropriate joke. He bit down on his lip, the grin spreading across his face as he visibly began to vibrate.

"Hey!" He called across the room, "Hey, Beanpole! Can't take meat in your mouth like your girl can?!"

Awsten's head shot up in surprise and stared at Gerard in horror, his face coated in a deeper shade of pink.

"Shuddup, Gerard." Wayne tapped Gerard's leg with his cider bottle.

"Aw c'mon. It was funny." He pouted and watched Sam saunter over, her hips swinging from side to side. Why had he never noticed that walk before? Surely she didn't walk like that all the time... Gerard looked up from her exposed legs and up to her face to see her eyes sparkling even in the dim light.

"Greaseball." She greeted curtly.

"Collins," Gerard replied with the same intonation and looked at her, standing up and realizing that he used to be just taller than her and now she was eye-height with his chin.

"Be careful with those jokes, I might call off my end of the bargain."

"Sammy, no-" Gerard's jaw dropped and he was genuinely horrified. Sam looked satisfied with his reaction and pursed her lips with her hands on her hips, "Don't cockblock me. Not today. It's my birthday. Sam, please."

"That's what I thought." She nodded firmly and then dropped the façade for a moment, her features softening into a sincere veil of sympathy for her close friend, "How are you feeling, Gee?"

"I don't feel very different... Just..." He glanced at Wayne for a second who then turned to look at Tyler dancing with Awsten beside Frank practically dancing on Josh. He took Sam by the forearm and pulled her aside, "I don't feel different in a way but I feel a lot...warmer inside."

"That's a good sign." Sam nodded and then pursed her lips, "Is that all?"

"Yeah." Gerard let out a defeated sigh, "I remember Awsten said he got warm flushes months before he actually presented. I can't wait for months, Sammy. I can't. I'll go fucking mental. I swear-"

"Alright, alright. Relax." She shushed him with her hands on his face, "It's okay. I'll help you anyway. It may speed this up, I can't take any more of your whining."

"Thank you, Sammy." Gerard sighed out in relief and she took his hand before leading him out of the living room and into the hallway. They climbed the stairs wordlessly and it was when they got to the top landing that Gerard broke the silence, "What if people look for us? That'll be a helluva fun thing to explain with my head between your legs or my-" He prattled nervously and Sam turned around to look at him as they walked to his bedroom door.

"I told Awsten to tell them that we're having a private discussion. The guys aren't nosy, they won't find us. If we wanna share, we will." Sam shrugged as she walked into the bedroom with Gerard, closing the door behind him.

"Okay." Gerard whispered as a knot formed in his stomach and he looked at her, "So... So, now what?"

"We have sex, dummy." She bent down to undo the laces on her boots before she toed them off and pushed them aside with her foot.

"God, okay. Time to sexually disappoint the first woman in my life besides Frank's mom." Gerard did the same, kicking off his sneakers before he peeled his socks off and threw them aside. He stood up and walked back to his bed. His eyes never left Sam as he unfastened his pants and shrugged them down.

He realized that Sam hadn't taken anything else off and he froze, eyes going wide. He adjusted his glasses, "Sam?"

"Just watchin'." She shrugged, "I'm seeing you in a new light and it's nice."

"You've seen me in my underwear loads of times." Gerard frowned as he shrugged out of his button-up.

"Of course. But we weren't going to have sex when we swam in the quarry or any of the other times. This is different. Same bodies but different... Mood."

"Oh." Gerard looked down at his bare legs and then up at Sam who was in her pretty floral dress, realizing just how she looked in a different sense, "You're right."

Sam merely looked at Gerard and gestured with a hand, "I believe you were going somewhere."

"Oh." Gerard nodded and reached down to pull at his t-shirt, tugging it up and over his head to discard it nearby. He was now in his grey briefs and he waited for Sam, his hands clenching and unclenching with nerves.

Sam eyed him, her eyes starting to glow up a notch from their usual soft green to the bright cerulean. She reached up to undo the front buttons of her dress. Gerard sucked in a shaky breath and watched as Sam pushed the dress from her shoulders and wiggled her arms out of it before she pushed it down to a pool at her feet. Gerard took in her pale and slightly curved body. He tilted his head to the side and tried to make out the freckles that he knew were there. Her pale skin looked so pretty in compliment with the baby blue bra and panties.

"Well, I... Wow. That's sure something." Gerard commented simply as she stepped out of the dress and crossed the distance between them, her lips on his in a gentle kiss. He sucked in a breath of surprise and his hands instantly went to her waist.

"Lay down." She breathed over his lips and he nodded, shakily sitting on his bed before he lay back on the bed and took his glasses off. He set them aside and then let out a groan of realization.

"Fuck."

"What?" She asked as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

"I don't have any lube or... Or protection. I knew I'd fuck up. I didn't even think-"

"Gerard, you don't need lube. I'm not ninety." She laughed as she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, her small but supple breasts dropping into their natural poise. Gerard stared at them in genuine awe, realizing that he'd never ever seen breasts in real life.

"Whoa." He stammered out loud as she came closer to him with a smile on her rosy lips.

"Have you ever had sex, Gee?" She asked curiously and Gee instantly felt his face flush.

He scoffed at the question and looked away, "Duh. Been... Been with loads-a chicks. Guys too. Hundreds, I have."

"Gerard Way. Are you lying to me?" Sam took a step back and put her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed.

Gerard let out a groan and looked at her again, scratching his jaw idly, "Yeah, I lied. I'm... I'm a fat ol' virgin, Sammy dear."

"I knew it!" She laughed brightly, "All bite, Greaseball."

"I don't bite unless you want me to." Gerard beamed and held out a hand for his friend. Sam took the outstretched fingers and was pulled over to the bed when she climbed on and on top of him to straddle his thighs. Gerard sucked in a breath at the warmth of Sam on his crotch. He'd never experienced anyone else but himself in that region and it was explosive to his nerves. Sam leaned in, kissing Gerard slowly, their mouths moving in sync as her body was pressed down into him.

Gerard shuddered out a breath as his shaking hands ran over her shockingly soft skin. He caressed the planes of her back and her arms, thumbs over her collarbones when she sat up. She took his large hands in her own and looked at them with her eyes alight, giggling at the size of his hands and fingers before she brought them up to cradle her breasts.

Gerard shuddered again, the sensation of warm skin under his palms was something he'd never forget. His brain screamed at him to do something, to do anything. And he did the only thing his porn-magazine filled brain could remember. He gently massaged and caressed over the flesh and ran his long fingers over her breasts before they traveled down her sides and down over her thighs. One hand reached up and tangled gently into her hair to pull her down into another kiss. It was the kiss that prompted Sam to move on him. Gerard let out a loan as he felt Sam grinding her body down on his, the friction of their underwear skidding between them.

"Shit." Gerard gasped out, his head going back and his eyes threatening to shut as she kissed at his neck. It sent a surge of heat through his body, his mouth drying up as he panted, "Good fucking god." His hands reached back to squeeze her ass experimentally and he jerked forward, her body pressing down even harder.

"Jesus, Sam. Please." He gulped, wanting so badly to have more and hoping that she was still going to give it to him. She sat up, tucking her hair behind her ears before she scooted back and took the band of Gerard's underwear with her curled fingers, tugging. Gerard lifted his hips and closed his eyes, trying not to blush when he realized that his favorite girl in the world would be the first person to properly see him naked. She slid his briefs down to his knees and he managed to kick them off when he looked down and noticed that she had barely moved to remove her own underwear.

"Oh, my God." He whispered, taking in her blurred but naked form, "Wait."

"What?" She asked out as Gerard reached out and grabbed his glasses, shoving them on for a second so that he could properly take her body in.

"What the hell, Sammy." Gerard whispered as another wave of heat went over his skin, "Jesus."

"What, Gee?"

"Sorry, I-" He removed his glasses again and shifted, his hands under her thighs to move her closer, "You're beautiful, Sam."

"Let's have sex, Gerard." She replied to his compliment in the way he was thankful for. She always knew what to say to Gerard.

He nodded and brought her in for more kisses, rolling them over until she was beside him. He picked up one of her legs and pulled it up and over his hip until their bodies were as flush as they could be. She nibbled on his bottom lip before he licked his fingers and slid them down behind her, trailing them over the warmth and wet entrance that he was so curious about.

Sam let out the softest gasp at the touch and Gerard took it as a green light. His fingers slid even further in and his stomach clenched up to the point that it hurt, his fingers encased in a tight warmth that had his head spinning. He knew the basics of what to do but he also knew the woman he was entwined with and that if he wasn't doing enough, she'd do it for him. She closed her eyes, falling into the moment as Gerard moved his fingers in and out slowly, setting an experimental pace as his inner wolf bristled and roiled at the intense heat that his body was experiencing. He felt the wave of Sam's scent wash over him and he took in a deep breath, her usual fresh rain smell was tainted with a heady sex musk that had him almost salivating.

His body kicked in automatically as he slid his fingers out, sucking on them for a mere moment before he moved, hovering over her. She moved further into the middle of the bed as Gerard settled between her open thighs.

For just a moment he leaned down and ran his tongue over the very top of her cleanly shaven mound and stuck his tongue in, tasting her and feeling the way she shivered under his touch. He knew he could get lost between her thighs for hours if he let himself. But that wasn't what he wanted. Not now. He lifted her thighs up, her perfect legs wrapping around his waist as he glanced down, he wrapped a hand around his aching length and gave himself a few strokes. The moan that left him was almost guttural, pulling at his throat as his thighs shook. He placed one hand on the wall as the other touched Sam again.

She smiled, reaching down to touch Gerard's dick for the first time. He almost fell over, gasping at the feel of her warm palm. She wrapped her hand around him and lifted her hips, guiding him further down to where his hand was on her. He stroked a careful finger between her warm lips and came to realize exactly where he needed to bury himself.

He nodded, lining himself up before he pushed in. There was less resistance than he had expected as he slid into her body. She let out a loud moan, her body arching up as Gerard fought for control. He panted heavily as he gripped the wall and tried to still himself, letting her breathe. He pushed himself all the way in and her hands were on his shoulders, neatly clipped nails raking over his pale skin as he thrust in and out.

Gerard let out a small snarl when he heard the sounds she made, her body reacting to his in a way that seemed almost illegal to him. He scrunched his eyes closed and tried to focus on where their bodies were connected. It was a glorious feeling, thrusting in and out roughly as the tight, heat-drawn knot in his stomach continued to form and tie itself over and over in the very lowest pit of his stomach.

Each of his long strokes was punctuated by a groan or moan from them both and he almost fainted when she slipped a hand between them to help herself. He wanted to look, his very perverse insides wanted to watch Sam masturbate, but even now as he was buried inside of her, that seemed a step too far. It wasn't right. He closed his eyes and bracketed her face with his tense arms as she lifted herself higher, her body stiffening as she rose to chase her release even faster.

And then Gerard felt it, a sudden and sharp pain that shot down his spine and through his limbs. He snarled loudly and pushed into her at a blinding speed that he didn't know he had in him. His body was on fire, a sudden drive in him that he hadn't expected.

Sam came unraveled beneath him, her walls quivering around his length as she bucked her hips up to him and rode out her release with soft moans. Gerard heard each and every one of her cries, each piece slotting into his tense form. He was so close, his breath barely able to come out in anything other than broken pants every few moments. His moans were staggered and jagged as he gripped one of her thighs and held it close.

He tipped over, profanities falling from his lips as stars burst behind his eyelids and he came deep into Sam with quick thrusts. He panted, letting go of the wall above her head and sat up, slowly pulling out as he opened his eyes. He looked down at her and as she looked back, her smile faltered. His stomach dropped, "Oh, God, don't look at me like that. Was I that bad? I mean I know it wasn't very long but, I've never- Sam, I-"

"Gee- Gerard... I- You..." she sat up on her knees in front of him and looked at him in surprise, a hand on either side of his face, "Oh, Gerard..."

"Sammy, what?" He gasped, still trying to catch his breath, "What is it? What did I do? Was it the right hole?"

"You presented." She beamed brightly and Gerard let out a humorless laugh of surprise.

"Really?!" He jumped off of the bed, still naked, and looked at himself in the mirror. When he expected to be greeted by himself with eyes as blue and Sam's own, what looked back was not what he had thought. Bright green. He looked at the reflection of his momentary lover in the mirror and back at himself. He was stunned. Gerard Way at a loss for words.

"I'm- I'm an Alpha?" He whispered as he looked at himself in the mirror. Still as garish and lanky as he had been last year. Just taller.

"I'm just as surprised." She admitted and unceremoniously grabbed one of Gerard's t-shirts to wipe herself off with before she slid her underwear back on - Gerard didn't even care that she had made use of his favorite t-shirt so unceremoniously. He looked at himself again, his eyes returning to their former hazel. He turned to see her busy with her bra and he frowned.

"I don't understand. How?"

"Aren't you happy?" She asked curiously as she Awstent down to pick up her dress.

"Of course..." Gerard seemed breathless as he picked up his discarded boxers and tried to put them back on, "I just... I wasn't expecting to be an Alpha. Alpha."

Sam let out a small snort and then covered her face with her hands, her eyes on him with embarrassment, "Gerard, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. I- I just..."

"You're laughing at me being an Alpha?" Gerard gave her a hurt look and she only seemed to want to laugh more.

"Oh, yeah, very scary." She giggled behind her hand and pulled her dress up. She tucked her arms into the sleeves and then looked at her best friend again, "Oh, c'mon, Gee. It's a little funny."

"As funny as World War Two." Gerard snarled and she eyed him as she did up her buttons.

"Shuddup, Gerard."

Gerard then went past her and sat down on his bed, biting on his lip as he put his glasses back on, "My dad's gonna be happy."

"Good." Sam sat beside him and put on her socks.

"Mom, too," Gerard whispered as his parents' proud smiles filled his head and then he put his head in his hands.

"What is it?"

"I'm an Alpha." He said simply and Sam patted his shoulder.

"I think we kind of figured that out."

"No, Sam. I'm an Alpha. But... So is Tyler. There can't be two Alphas in a family. It doesn't work like that. Unless the one is offspring of the other, then there's an already set pecking order."

"Oh, don't be silly. Tyler won't care, he loves you." Sam put her boots back on with a small grunt and stood up, "I'm gonna go down and find Awsten and when you're ready, I want you to come downstairs, too."

"You giving me an order, beta?" Gerard looked up to see a twinkle in her eye.

"I am. Just because I'm a beta and you're an Alpha, doesn't mean you make the rules. This makes the rules." She gestured to her crotch before turning and walking out of the room.

"It does when it tastes like that," Gerard whispered in her wake, still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, Greaseball, where do you get-?" Josh asked as Gerard reappeared in the living room five minutes later. Josh was cut off as everyone turned to look at the new Alpha. He stared back silently and realized just how badly his scent was radiating. Out of the seven there, Sam was the only one whose jaw hadn't dropped.

"You presented?" Awsten asked, breaking the dense silence in the room despite the music playing. Gerard was surprised they didn't smell his pungent mint scent from the moment he opened the door. Especially since he could smell Tyler a mile away if he got downwind of him. Maybe they had all collectively decided to play dumb and not ruin the surprise at his expense.

"That's nuh-not all." Tyler came closer, sniffing them both up and down before he let out a loud bark of a laugh, "Thuh-They fuh-fucked!"

"What?!" Josh shrieked in horror, his bird book sliding out of his hands as his eyes widened, and Gerard chose not to take offense because he, too, was just as fucking surprised by the newest revelation.

"In my defense," Gerard held his hands up, the grin on his face still wide, "I was shit at it and it was my first."

"Yuh-Yuh-You puh-popped his chuh-cherry, Sam?" Tyler looked at her as she sipped on her cider with a knowing smile to her lips.

"I helped him present." She shrugged and every set of eyes turned to look at Gerard again, the excitement in the air was now thick enough to cut with a cake knife.

"I know, right?" Gerard gestured wildly with his hand as a wider grin stretched over his face and every single one of them broke into raucous chaos of rushing legs and cheers as they all scrambled to hug Gerard. Wayne gave his friend a hearty slap on the back as everyone else crowded and hugged him, even Tyler was in the mix. Big Ty was the one that Gerard was so worried about. There couldn't be two Alphas. They would always fight. And Gerard didn't want to fight with Tyler.

Gerard shook Josh's hand and got a hug from Tyler when he turned to see Frank beaming at him brightly, looking at the new Alpha with admiration clear in his omega eyes. He smiled at his best friend and pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms around Frank before he ruffled the short boy's hair. Frank scowled and moved away, fixing his hair, his eyes narrowed, "Fuck sake, Gerard."

"Got a problem, cranky man?" Gerard grinned and poked at Frank's ribs with his fingers, taunting and tickling the irritable little wolf, "Got a problem with the Alpha?"

"Oh, God." Josh groaned, rolling his eyes playfully, but there was still an unhappy chagrin on his face, "As if the Greaseball didn't need any more inflating of his big head."

"Oh, shut up, Josh." Gerard grinned at the dismal beta, "You're just jealous."

"Jealous of you, Way? Oh, yeah, I'm practically green with envy." Josh rolled his eyes again, a consistent treatment that was sent Gerard's way, and went back to his bird book, biting into a small sandwich.

"Ignore him." Frank laughed and took Gerard by the hand, giving his shoulder a small kiss, "It's still your birthday. Enjoy it."