"Zlato" of Capon (The Way We Are #extra)

我們之所以是我們 外傳：〈卡彭的寶藏〉

Bad English, english is not my first language

For Hansry Week.
Prompt: Day 4 "Heat"

Alpha!Hans/Beta!Henry

Short Recap

Hans is an Alpha, and Henry is a Beta. They successfully married after overcoming numerous challenges (arranged marriage, noble birth, their secondary sex and other related issues).

After their marriage, Hans has given birth to two children, their eldest son Heinrich and their second son Martin. Five years later, Henry unexpectedly became pregnant with their third child.

This is a scene from the previous episode, 'The Way We Are #3'(我們之所以是我們 #3), set when Henry was six months pregnant.

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English is not my native language, so please excuse any errors. Corrections are always welcome.🥺

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Hans thought Henry had become very difficult since he got pregnant.

Henry found fault with everything; he would complain about Hans' scattered books and letters, the messy wardrobe, and several empty cups on the table. Hans even began to wonder why his castle had recently become so untidy? And Henry had become irritable, always giving Hans a sour look.

"Oh, Hans, my dear son, that's because Henry used to tidy up for you." Hedvika said with a helpless smile as she embroidered. Hans, finding he couldn't simultaneously attend to two sons and his newly pregnant husband, sent for his mother to come to Rattay for help.

"He did not—" Hans retorted. Martin pulled Hans' hand, wanting to show his father the little wooden bird carving his grandmother had just given him, so Hans picked Martin up and sat him on his lap. "Oh, alright, perhaps a little."

Hedvika ruffled Martin's golden hair and shrugged at Hans, "Perhaps... you should show Henry more care, just like he did for you when you were pregnant?"

"Of course, I care about him, so I—" Hans retorted again, but he clamped his mouth shut when Hedvika raised an eyebrow.

Hedvika snipped the embroidery thread and placed a small hood with embroidered patterns over Martin's shoulders, "Let me offer more advice on what you can do for your pregnant husband, alright? My dear son?"

Hedvika's tone immediately made Hans sit up straight. Martin jumped off Hans' lap, cheering as he ran out of the room to show his new hood to his older brother.

It is usually advised to stay indoors and engage in quiet activities during pregnancy, much like Hans' previous two pregnancies, rather than forging iron in a smithy; yet, Hans' husband always managed to be unexpected.

The weather was starting to get hot. Henry used to work bare-chested in the smithy, but this year he seemed shy about exposing his body. Henry wore a thin, long-sleeved white shirt and an apron over it. The smithy was filled with heat, Henry's cheeks were flushed, beads of water trickled from his forehead, and sweat on his arms soaked the fabric to his skin. His ample physique was faintly visible beneath the shirt, and even with a large belly, Henry still nimbly hammered the iron bar.

The whole smithy was too hot. The pregnant Henry was too hot.

Hans swallowed, his voice cracking as he spoke, "Hen—Henry—"

"WHAT!" Henry turned his head at the sound, his tone impatient, looking more like he was about to smash someone's skull than merely being interrupted.

Hans bit his lower lip, Where has my kind and gentle husband gone. Hans said tactfully, "Miláček, perhaps... you'd like to go inside and rest for a while?"

"Why should I?" Henry's voice dropped as he sent the iron bar into the furnace to temper, as if annihilating a corpse. "What's your damn problem now?"

"I didn't—" Hans coughed a few times, taking a deep breath. Calm down, Capon, Mother said not to argue with a pregnant man. 

In fact, last week they almost argued to the point of sleeping in separate rooms, so Hans held back his temper, because when he realized Henry seemed serious, it completely terrified him.

"I've prepared something for you..." Hans tried not to dwell on Henry's tone just now, "miláček."

"I don't care about that crap, I have a bunch of shit to deal with, can't you see I'm busy?" Henry pulled the glowing iron bar from the furnace and threw it into a bucket of water, instantly filling the room with steam.

Hans held back his temper, gritting his teeth, "My love," Hans took another deep breath, then lowered his brows and blinked, looking at Henry, "Please, Henry, I need you."

Henry's furrowed brow relaxed slightly. Thank goodness that trick still works, God bless Hans. Henry took the sword from the bucket, examined it for a moment, then turned back, "What is it?"

"I need my husband to keep me company, I..." Damn it, Hans had to concoct an urgent lie that would convince Henry. "My old ailment has flared up again, and I need your help."

"Which old ailment?" Henry narrowed his eyes, placing the forged sword back on the rack, preparing to draw a new iron bar.

Think, Hans Capon, it can't be that hard to trick your husband into the castle. "It's the kind that's very serious, the kind that requires a partner to get better." Hans bit his lip.

Henry raised an eyebrow, put the iron bar back, and also put down the hammer, "Are you alright now?" He reached behind him to untie his apron.

Hans immediately rushed forward and helped Henry take off his apron before he could change his mind, "I'm fin— No! I'm not alright at all, I feel like I'm going to collapse! Please!"

Henry was spun around by Hans as his apron was removed. "Hans, calm down, don't be so hasty—" But before Henry could finish speaking, Hans was already pulling him back to the castle.

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Henry stood at the doorway, surveying their bedroom, his hands clasped behind his waist, his belly thrust forward, and then he breathed wearily. Hans had never seen him like this, he stared in surprise for a moment. Henry used to be energetic even when covered in injuries, but now he looked so... tired? It wasn't until the sweat on Henry's face dried that Hans noticed his puffy eye bags and his complexion, which was actually a bit pale and rough.

"So, what do you want?" Henry reverted to his earlier bad temper. "Did you bring me here to see the room you finally tidied up after a century?"

Hans came to his senses and shook his head, "I—" He placed his hands on Henry's lower back and under his belly, making sure Henry didn't refuse, then he applied pressure to support Henry's abdomen. He heard Henry unconsciously exhale, as if a burden had been lifted. "Come in, miláček, I'll let you know."

Henry gave Hans a questioning glance, then followed Hans's lead into the room. As soon as he sat down, he leaned back against the cushions, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion.

Mother was right, how the hell could Hans have forgotten how Henry had taken care of him when he was pregnant. 

Henry was six months pregnant, which meant Henry's spine had been carrying a sack of flour from morning till night, and this situation would continue for another three or four months until it weighed as much as a full bucket of water. Henry's nature was to be constantly busy; even pregnant, he tirelessly managed the affairs of Rattay, cared for their two sons, shared Hans' work, and occasionally had external duties that even Samuel and Radzig had prevented Henry from interfering with.

But it wasn't because Henry was still full of energy after pregnancy, but because he... felt anxious, worried about the future. Yes, just like Hans' first two pregnancies, watching his belly grow, his worries swelled with it, until he was suffocated.

Hans brought a bucket of warm water and placed it at Henry's feet. Henry opened his eyes dazed, he must have been so tired he fell asleep, Hans thought, a dull ache in his chest. Hans took off Henry's long boots and dipped his feet into the water, scooping water to pour over his calves. Henry let out a comfortable murmur.

"Trying to butter me up? Is there something you want, Capon?" Henry's expression was lazy and relaxed, but his tone was still sour.

"My love, I want you to... rest for a while." As Henry's feet gradually warmed up, Hans' hands reached into the water to rub his soles.

Henry arched his head back and groaned, closing his eyes. Hans sat on a low stool, placed Henry's feet on his knees, and dried them. Then he poured massage oil into his palms and carefully massaged Henry's legs, ensuring every drop of oil penetrated the skin.

Henry used to do this for him every night, ever since Hans was five months pregnant with Martin and began complaining about his swollen legs and reluctance to walk, because his feet had grown too large for his original boots. Every single night, after Henry had lulled Heinrich to sleep, he would soak and massage Hans' feet, then help Hans into bed, acting as a human pillow for Hans to hold while he slept.

Hans' dear squire always took such meticulous care of him, he had almost forgotten it all. 

Hans kissed Henry's instep, and kisses along his ankles, calves, up to his knees. Then he knelt beside Henry's feet, gently rousing him.

"I... I fell asleep?" Henry startled awake. Hans took his hand, kneading the thick calluses on his fingers.

"You slept for a bit. Come, I'll help you to bed." Hans put his hand between Henry's waist and the cushion, allowing Henry to shift his weight onto Hans' hand to rise from the bench.

"Wait, wait! Where are Heinrich and Martin?" Henry stopped at the foot of the bed, asking nervously.

"Mother has taken them to see Radzig. They'll return in two days' time." Were it not for Mother and Radzig's assistance, Hans truly wouldn't know what to do.

Henry sat on the edge of the bed, still worried, "I should be looking after them, I—"

"They have me," Hans fetched a wet linen cloth and new clothes. "And you've done more than enough, now take good care of yourself. Our parents will look after our sons."

Henry took off his shirt and wiped his body. His physique was rounder than before, his previously defined muscles had smoothed out, and his firm abs had become a rounded belly. Hans might have stared for too long, as Henry uncharacteristically covered himself with his hands.

"Henry?" Hans couldn't help but ask, but Henry pulled the clothes from his hand and quickly put them on.

Before Henry could get into bed, Hans pressed close to him and kissed the back of his neck, his hand circling to the front to caress his belly. "Henry, do you reluctant to let me see you?"

Henry's movements froze, his voice so faint Hans had to lean in to listen, "I'm not the same as before."

"Yes, of course," Hans repeatedly kissed Henry's nape, caressing him through the fabric with desire, feeling a body that was different from before but still attracted Hans. "Just seeing you forging iron in the smithy carrying my child sets my groin to throbbing."

"Hans!" Even Henry's ears turned red. Hans chuckled and kissed him.

When Hans lightly kneaded Henry's chest, he heard an encouraging groan. Those pectoral muscles that would bounce when Henry hammered the anvil were the reason Hans had to fight a rather insistent stirring below his belt every time he passed the smithy. When they were hidden from view by his armour, Hans would feel a twinge of regret, but also a secret comfort that such alluring features of his husband remained unseen by others. Yet, as Henry's body became more voluptuous with pregnancy, Hans couldn't look directly at him, because he was so hard he'd ejaculate prematurely with just a touch.

Henry might have misunderstood.

"Henry," Hans' voice was low with lust, but he had to make sure Henry wanted him too. He kissed the hollow of Henry's neck, "May I?"

When Hans was pregnant with Heinrich, Henry barely touched him. Hans even thought it was because of his changing physique and secretly cried a few times. However, when Hans learned that Henry was actually worried about hurting their child, that night was the best sex Hans had during his pregnancy.

Hans also had to let Henry know that he could never despise his husband.

"But I..." Henry suddenly pulled his clothes tight around his chest.

"Henry," Hans almost groaned. He smelled his own sweet scent, and shook his head to control himself. "If you don't want to, we can just lie down, but you must know," Hans panted roughly, suppressing the urge to roar, "I want you every single moment." My inner Alpha also yearns for his mate.

"Hans?" Henry turned to look at him, his face full of suspicion.

"Holy Mary. Henry— " Hans surrendered and knelt on the bed, his forehead resting on Henry's knees, his cheek rubbing Henry's calf. Only Henry could make the Lord of Rattay so humble.

"I want to kiss your belly, rub your chest, suck your nipples," Hans didn't realise his mouth was watering, even babbling, "I want to fuck you, cum inside you, make your whole body smell of me."

The sweet scent of linden blossoms began to permeate the air, Hans was in heat, but Henry wouldn't know.

Because Henry is a Beta. But in a noble society dominated by Alpha and Omega pheromones, neither warning pheromones nor sexual pheromones had any effect on Betas. At this moment, a Beta of pre-eminent knightly ability could turn into the dominant one—this was a truth Hans only understood after getting to know Henry.

Hans loathed those nobles who looked down on his Beta husband, spreading rumours that Henry was merely a male concubine married into the House of Capon, and some fools who thought money and beauty could seduce Henry. So Hans would tirelessly entangle his pheromones around Henry. Hans' pure Alpha aura would make the Demon of Skalitz even more threatening. No one would ever again mistake their bond of love for Kobyla greedily seeking a arranged marriage with Capon; they would know that Capon's treasure was not to be touched.

Hans took Henry's left hand, kissed the ring, and lightly bit his knuckles. The tan line of the wedding ring was the only permanent mark an Alpha could leave on a Beta's body.

Henry caressed Hans's cheek, "I want you too, Hans." Then Hans eagerly climbed onto him, and Henry whispered, "I think of you always."

Their lips met, Hans kissed passionately, his tongue exploring, deepening the kiss until Henry hummed, then he pressed kisses on every inch of skin—cheeks, earlobes, neck and collarbones. Before Henry could reach to take off his shirt, Hans stopped him, because he wanted to do it himself. Hans's hands went to the hem of the shirt, lifting it over his belly. 

Hans worshipped his beloved husband, he stroked and kissed, his lips tracing the stretch marks on his skin. He finally experienced the blissful feeling of nestling against his lover's pregnant belly, a miraculous belly nurturing their child. When Hans was pregnant, he thought Henry pressing against his belly was just to listen to their son's heartbeat, but perhaps it was more about the overwhelming love that was inexpressible, and listening to this peaceful moment of love was simply irresistible.

Hans kissed and kissed, Henry giggled. He pulled the shirt over Henry's head to take it off, then took Henry's nipple into his mouth. His husband's moans tightened Hans' thighs even more. The colostrum was a little salty, slightly fishy, paler than diluted milk, but with an indescribably sweet fragrance. He curled his tongue to cup the nipple, the feeling of the firm tip sliding over his tongue made his groin tremble. 

Hans skillfully kneaded Henry's breasts. Six months into pregnancy, Henry's milk had already started to come in, and the swollen lumps would be hot and painful. Hans was very experienced with this, having given birth twice already. Engorgement made it hard to sleep and caused complaints, yet it couldn't be relieved by public kneading. Massaging his breasts used to be Henry's task, but now it would be Hans' turn.

"Han—Hans." Henry moaned, writhing on the bed.

Hans wouldn't let go, he responded with Henry's nipple in his mouth, reaching to pinch the other side, making sure both were equally cherished by him. Henry, however, just nudged Hans's groin with his foot, and Hans swore.

Hans grabbed Henry's ankle, "Zlato, I won't be able to control myself." He gasped for breath, the heat of his rut quickening his heartbeat.

"Then don't control yourself," Henry propped himself up. "Or do you want to wait four months until I've given birth?"

Hans was indeed unable to suppress his Alpha impulses. Instinct compelled him to growl softly, exuding the burnt scent of smouldering dry wood, but Henry only laughed, completely unfazed. Henry's utter composure instantly shattered Hans' pride. He was stunned, his cheeks burning with shame, his Alpha's proud intimidation seemingly trampled, by the Beta before him, a defenceless pregnant man at that.

Hans was suddenly overcome by a searing lust.

He frantically took off his trousers, throwing all hindering items onto the floor. When he looked up, Henry was already in front of him, rubbing his rear passage. Hans froze, then hastily jumped off the bed, grabbed a bottle of oil and smeared it all over his hands before returning to the bed. His last shred of sanity remembered to pick up a pillow to place under Henry's lower back. The moment Henry withdrew his fingers, Hans immediately replaced them. As soon as he hooked his finger, Henry immediately flinched and moaned. Then he quickly inserted more fingers, coating the opening thoroughly with oil, anxiously widening it to let Henry adapt.  Damn it, Hans was too excited, he couldn't even calm down to help his husband dilate.

Henry hooked his heels over Hans' shoulders, suddenly pulling Hans towards him, "Stop grinding your cock against the sheets, you little pervert."

Henry's scolding only intensified his lust. Hans panted, drooling, grinding his pregnant husband with his penis like a dog in heat. "Henry, I—" He gritted his teeth, "I am your husband, don't call me that."

Henry raised an eyebrow, completely amused, and a smile played on his lips. Hans felt powerless because of it. "Oh? Is that so? Then take back your dominance, Alpha."

"Henry, for the love of God!" Then he thrust inside.

Henry joyfully praised, moaning God's name, marveling at the Alpha dominating him. He could not know what it felt like to be controlled by pheromones; he would never understand the tumultuous surge of an Alpha's rut. He could only see the beads of sweat on Hans' forehead, his flushed cheeks, and hazy, unfocused eyes, calling out Henry's pet name, thrusting his hips like a rutting beast, struggling to drench the already blooming field with his scent, to mark his ownership.

Like a pampered noble desperately trying to reclaim rights he was born with, walking across the Bohemian land with barefoot, finally collapsing in a tender embrace, sobbing and roaring, waiting for the Holy Mother to hold him close. Then a boy with no wings came from the backwoods. Midsummer, linden blossoms, wildfires burning dry grass and rotten wood, golden gleaming green leaves looking like burning giant trees from afar. When the flowers withered, the wild whispered three seeds in two bellies. From these miracles, the lost child at the beginning no longer sought his title. A forest would stand in the burnt, arid land, with five pairs of footprints.

Four souls from the House of Capon, and an angel who descended to earth.

Henry kissed Hans' forehead, murmuring to soothe his Alpha. Sudden ruts were always difficult to manage. Hans would panic, his mind racing, tears and sweat mingling on his face. Henry's presence was always his balm, that slight, even non-pheromonal scent could gradually bring Hans back to his senses.

"Feeling better?" Henry said, his fingertips lightly scratching behind Hans' ear, a subtle touch that made Hans focus on his mate.

Hans said nothing, only nodded, ashamed of his loss of control, slowly withdrawing from Henry's body.

"So this is what you meant by 'the kind of old ailment that requires a partner to get better'?" Henry teased.

Hans almost forgot the lie he had concocted, but perhaps for an Alpha, being in heat was indeed some kind of old ailment. Hans wiped his face, "Oh, God, Henry, stop it."

"Don't be shy, miláček, but if you still want to please me," Henry bit his lip, "I don't mind you using your rutting energy on me."

"Henry?" Hans looked at Henry through his fingers, astonished.

Then Henry nodded, rolled over and knelt on the bed, his belly resting on a pillow, raising his hips.

"I, uh," Hans stammered, feeling all the blood rush to his lower body.

"Or have you run out of steam?" Henry looked back at him, his tone full of laughter.

"You'd better not regret this later, I—" An Alpha could never resist a challenge, returning to his mate's body, "OH HEAVENS—"

Henry immediately clamped his legs together, lying limply and let the Alpha fuck him at will, his entire face buried in the sheets. Hans guessed he was probably drooling and moaning. From behind, Hans could see those ears were already flushed crimson. Hans knew that pregnancy rendered senses heightened and less controllable. This meant the muscles clenching around his penis were foretelling Henry's impending climax. Hans could see Henry's hands gripping the sheets tightly, his toes curled, his spine intermittently quivering, and his hips unconsciously bucking towards him. So Hans drove harder into those arching buttocks, making the wet slap of their bodies reverberate throughout the bedroom.

Then Hans felt himself being squeezed out, and a muffled grunt came from the bed. Henry's legs spasmed, and warm liquid then rained down on Hans' thighs.

Henry turned back in a panic, "My God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it would—"

"It's alright, dear, I'll clean it up later." Hans gently stroked Henry's lower back back and forth, his smile never fading.

"I truly didn't know I'll—" Henry had been flustered, abruptly stopped speaking. "Wait... are you bigger?"

"I—" Hans stammered, his face flushed, "If I knew I could make you that comfortable, I'd certainly be excited." His throbbing lower body seemed to answer for him. Hans almost groaned in embarrassment.

"You arrogant pervert." Henry laughed, but then slumped back onto the bed and moaned as Hans continued to thrust.

Hans enjoyed pleasing his husband, though he also liked being pinned beneath Henry. But listening to Henry whimper and beg, losing control in their bedroom, writhing shamelessly on their bed, all because of Hans—his inner Alpha was happy to give everything for this.

Hans' reason once again dissipated. He was excited to the point of pain, a familiar sensation came from his lower body, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl. Then he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Oh, damn it! Wait! SAKRA!" Hans pulled out in a panic.

"Hans? What's wrong?" Henry looked back, following Hans' gaze, and saw the base of his penis beginning to knot.

Hans had knotted.

Hans gasped, mouth agape. He held his swollen, red penis, fortunately having pulled out before knotting inside Henry. However, the cold air made him tremble, and his thighs stiffened, unable to move.

"What a poor Alpha," Henry showed a sympathetic expression, then a smug smile spread across his face, "Do you need help?"

Hans gritted his teeth. "Henry, don't pushing your luck."

"It's alright, miláček, come in." Henry, supporting his belly, turned to face Hans, opening his legs in front of him.

"What? No! That will hurt you, besides, you're pregnant!" Hans was at a loss, so nervous that a slight sway of his lower body caused pain.

Henry suddenly grabbed him, and Hans let out a cry of pain. "Precisely because I'm already pregnant, you won't breed me again like last time, so it's fine if you cum inside."

Hans was almost in tears of urgency. Henry straddled him, letting the tip enter slightly, the knot resting just outside the hole. Just this, made Hans groan weakly. Henry then began to grind his hips on Hans' thighs, causing Hans to babble incoherently.

"ZLATO! Oh God, OH! You're so good, I'm about to—"

Hans pressed Henry's legs, releasing himself inside him, cumming more desire into the already conceived womb. Letting the Alpha's pride become displaced, waiting to be picked up by the Beta and brought home.

The scent of linden blossoms instantly filled their marital chamber just like last summer's picnic.

Small, pale yellow flowers bloomed all over the linden, their emerald canopies shimmering like white stars. Linden flowers had a sweet honey scent with a faint hint of lemon, just like Hans' pheromones. Although Henry, as a Beta, would never know the scent of pheromones, he could still smell the same fragrance under the summer trees, the same fragrance as Hans; and that was enough, Hans was utterly content.

It was early summer, and the linden trees would soon be in full bloom again. This year, Hans would also picnic under the same linden, with his husband, with his two sons, and with his third child about to be born.

"I love you, Henry, I love you so much." Hans said, tears streaming down his face.

Henry cupped that face, soft and unlike an Alpha's, and let out a gentle laugh, "You always get like this, such a sentimental Alpha."

"Don't you dare despise me like this." Hans buried his face in the hollow of Henry's neck, sobbing. Sweat and the scent of milk, the scent of his pregnant husband.

"Never, I will never despise you," Henry whispered, kissing Hans' hair, "I will love you for all my life, till death do us part, and my love will never fade."

Hans looked up, wiped his eyes, gazed into Henry's earnest eyes, then kissed his husband, letting Henry's vows, spoken seven years ago, fill him completely again.

"To stand by each other always, through sickness and sorrow?" Their foreheads touched, eyes closed.

Henry replied, "Through sickness and sorrow, for richer, for poorer, here beneath this linden tree, I, Henry Kobyla, vow to love you, to cherish you, and to be faithful to you always, my best friend, my dearest love, Hans Capon."

Then they opened their eyes and smiled at each other.

Henry rolled from Hans' lap back onto the bed. Hans got off the bed, but by the time he retrieved a wet cloth, Henry was already curled up on one side of the bed, fast asleep. Hans chuckled softly as he wiped Henry's body, placing a clean pillow under Henry's belly to ease the strain on his spine. Then Hans climbed into bed, squeezed in beside Henry, and pulled Henry's leg across his own, hearing a few sleepy murmurs from Henry.

He pulled the blanket over Henry's shoulder and rhythmically patted Henry's leg, listening to Henry's steady breathing. "I, Hans Capon, also vow to love you, to cherish you, and to be faithful to you always, my best friend, " Feeling sleep take over, Hans closed his eyes, "my beloved, Henry of Skalitz."

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miláček: my love, dear, darling.

zlato: gold, baby.

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It felt good to write about Henry being so well taken care of.😇 I wrote this because I just have a feeling they're the type who'd fight a lot after marriage (maybe even head for divorce, haha).

I rushed to finish this piece during my holiday. Hansry is truly a black powder to me. I'm utterly burnt out.💥 

Happy Pride Month! See you next time. Stay safe, sis.✨