Within days, it became clear that Connor was a born omega. With Reed's instruction, he quickly learned to control his scent. He could hide when he was afraid, and with Nines' help, he managed to get a handle on his omega's instincts. Nines had helped him practice, hitting him with dominant pheromones so that he could try to resist them. Nines had felt horrible at first, watching Connor writhing and whimpering on his knees in submission. His omega had curled up and shivered in fear before Nines' unyielding alpha. It had been difficult, but with a few days of constant abuse, he'd slowly managed to resist the urge to buckle under the strain. The practice had helped at work. Many of the younger alphas had started to see Connor as fair game now that he was an omega. There was only one reason they could think of that Connor would choose to become an omega. To bounce on an alpha's cock like a slut. Reed had been there to save him the first time.

"The phck are you doing? You know Nines and Anderson will rip you a new one if you do that, right? Prick's a prude. Back the phck off," he'd ordered haughtily, tugging Connor's shuddering form away from the interrogation room wall he'd been pinned to. He'd been overwhelmed by the younger, stronger alpha. His jacket had been yanked down, his shirt pulled open, and his belt loosened. He'd been unable to resist as his omega had writhed in submission. The alpha had praised and teased in his ear, telling him how much he'd like it. How well he could take it. Reed's coffee scent had cleared the wanton haze. Connor had looked pretty wrecked and scared as he'd stumbled behind him for protection. Reed had smirked as the alpha officer released a wave of pheromones that had Connor's knees buckling again. Reed, meanwhile, stood firm, but he knew how to deescalate the situation. "Phck, that's nice...Groves, right? You have a seven on my scale...Wanna try for an eight?" he'd purred invitingly, his smirk softening with a tantalising curl of cinnamon. The aggressive, smoky scent dropped to become more alluring. He'd subtly waved for Connor to get the hell out of the interrogation room and closed the door behind him.

After that, the alphas had bothered him less, and it didn't take Connor long to realise that Reed was running interference behind his back. Any time an alpha showed an inclination towards him, Reed would divert their attention with his own needy pheromones. He also knew that Hank and Nines were doing their fair share of dissuasion, too. It felt like whenever he walked down a corridor by himself, one of them would dog his steps at a distance, or release their scent threateningly from their desk as a silent warning.

After that first encounter, Reed had taught him how to signal distress. Both focused and wider ranged. A focused burst would summon a particular alpha, silently calling just them to assist. The wider ranged burst would be like a widespread net, signalling that an omega was in danger and any alpha should attend. Hank and Nines had willingly taken part in that training. They'd sit down in the bullpen until Connor's scent summoned them from meeting rooms, the bathrooms, or even the rooftop. For the wider ranged net, Reed had enlisted the help of Tina and Jenkins as well. The six of them had headed to the scent proofed gymnasium. Their job had simply been to confirm whether the scent was working. This had proved easier than targeting a singular alpha.

Next came interrogation. This had to be done as on-the-job training, so any time Reed had an alpha suspect, he'd have Connor sit in the observation room with Nines and Miller or Hank to watch. Connor watched everything like a hawk. The way Reed would remove clothing to make his body more alluring and strengthen his scent, the way he'd edge in close, teasing the suspects. His voice dripped like honey. A sweet tone that Connor had never heard from him before. He would sway and sachet his hips as he circled the suspect, bending over the table to shamelessly show off his pecs and let his pert rump reflect in the one-sided glass. He was starting to understand what Reed meant. Everything he did was underpinned with undeniable sexual energy. He was almost like a succubus or siren, luring alphas to their own demise. After a few days, Connor was finally allowed to sit in the room so that he could scent Reed and see how he used it to his advantage. The bitter coffee and sweet cinnamon scent was almost overpowering. Connor found it difficult to keep his own omega reined in. It was arousing, even to him. Then it was Connor's turn.

"You don't have to strip down like me, but maybe...loosen up a little," Reed advised, helping Connor out of his neat jacket and rolling his sleeves up. He loosened the silver tie at his throat and undid the top two buttons, giving him a slightly dishevelled look and revealing his scent glands. He ran his fingers through Connor's silken hair, breaking up the neatness a little, making him softer. Connor was a little shaky and uncertain at first, until he hesitantly merged his programming. He used his more amiable interrogation skills together with his new omega softness, tricking his suspect into making a single lethal slipup. With the first mistake made, Connor became almost feline in his tactics, using his puppy dog eyes with deadly precision. His omega helped, nuzzling and purring along with his tactics.

"Go-go, Team Omega!" Miller teased lightly as he clapped Connor and Reed on their shoulders once they were done. Reed scoffed at the term, shoving the beta's chest lightly. It was somewhat true though. Although they worked on separate cases, he and Connor had become something of a team within the precinct. Where Reed was argumentative and volatile as an omega, Connor was pliant and soft. He didn't put out for the alphas the way Reed did, but many alphas appreciated his sweeter, calming presence.

"Now it's time for physical training...Did your upgrade affect your physical strength?" Reed asked as they headed towards the gymnasium. It was empty at this time of day, but that didn't mean others couldn't join them. Connor followed Reed into the changing rooms and watched as he slowly stripped off his tight fitted top. He removed his own neat jacket at the same time. As an android, he rarely used the gymnasium, and as a result, he didn't have any suitable clothing.

"No. Although alpha scents can affect my performance, my base strength and reflexes remain unaltered." Reed nodded at his good fortune and tried not to feel too jealous. "Is that important?" Connor asked curiously as he noted Reed hadn't pulled on a top. He'd removed his jeans to tug on some tight Lycra shorts that clung to every curve. Reed folded his arms thoughtfully, not noticing the way Connor's wide eyes were running up and down his toned body.

"Not really. Just means you can use both strength and dexterity. As an omega, my advantages are my speed and movement. An alpha could lay me out in one hit," Reed replied with more than a little resentment, and Connor couldn't argue with that. He'd punched Reed once. It had knocked him out cold. Granted, he was an android with a reinforced skeletal structure, but he'd still been holding back. "The rule to fighting as an omega is this. They can't knock you down if they can't hit you. Let them get up close and personal, but use their size and strength against them, and always make use of your scent." He tossed a set of tight shorts at Connor, who caught them with a raised eyebrow. Tight, fitted clothing wasn't really his preference. Reed gave him a pointed look and waited until he somewhat timidly stripped off the rest of his smart suit, leaving it folded neatly on the bench.

"Is there a reason that I have to wear..." Connor asked hesitantly as he gestured towards his barely clothed body. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. Far from it. He was nicely toned and slim, his skin was flawless and soft, but he didn't like feeling so exposed. His omega didn't like it either. He was on display for Reed and anyone else who looked at him. Reed smirked as he hit the mats and started a light warmup. That was something Connor didn't need to do, so he stood by awkwardly and watched. He resisted the urge to cover himself as Reed lunged and stretched out his legs.

"For the audience," Reed teased, jerking his head towards the gym doors. No one had entered, but that didn't mean that no one would. The thought distressed Connor somewhat. The idea of his work colleagues seeing him like this was almost mortifying. "Relax. Fewer layers will help with your scent control, and that's pivotal during training," Reed replied more seriously, setting off at a light jog around the hall. Connor waited, wishing he could scent out Nines and Hank, but the gym was scent proof with the doors closed.

"What should I do?" Connor asked hesitantly as Reed approached.

"Scent the area and make it...sexy. You know, alluring," he replied, watching Connor blanch at the suggestion. "You're an omega, remember? It's all about sex. Intense scenting will always throw an alpha off, and in my experience...if you feel good, you fight good," Reed added with a shrug, taking a breath and bouncing on his toes as he released his own scent. Connor winced at the sensuality laced in it. Clouds of cinnamon and coffee stroked and teased his senses flirtatiously. It didn't affect him as much as it would an alpha, but it was enough to relieve a little of his shyness and work him towards arousal. It was enough to gain his omega's interest. Connor could feel its ears twitching and tail flicking.

Reed circled slowly, giving Connor a little time to release his own scent. He breathed deeply as the first hint of honeysuckle reached his nose. It smelled good, but far too comforting and soft. He aimed a small slap at Connor's pecs, striking him across one of his nipples. Connor didn't have pain input, but he did register the pleasure of being touched in a sensitive area. Pink dusted his cheeks as he looked at Reed accusingly with a hand covering the slightly reddened area. The small buds hardened in response to the contact and the cool air.

"Sexy, not comforting. You're trying to seduce your opponent, not read them a bedtime story!" Reed chided lightly, managing to get in a sharp spank on Connor's rump before hopping out of reach. Connor almost whined as he moved after Reed, fully intending to get him back. The problem was that Reed was extremely fast. He could duck and dive around Connor's kicks and punches. Connor was surprised as Reed finally stepped in and grabbed him in a tight embrace. Before he could wriggle out of it, Reed had already swept one of his legs away, forcing them both to the floor to roll across the thick mats.

"What are you-" Connor objected as their bodies slipped together, hazel eyes widening as he noted the bulge in Reed's shorts. Connor was flipped and pinned by Reed's lithe body as his skin flushed. He was somewhat taken aback, but his omega was thrilled. It was a salacious game, and his omega was eager to play. Reed seemed more animalistic, too. He was sleek and agile, working in perfect tandem with his own omega as his green eyes glimmered with gold.

"You sure you remember how to fight?" Reed teased as he released Connor and got to his feet. Connor wasn't sure that this even counted as fighting. It felt more like sexual harassment. Reed grinned as if he'd heard those thoughts, coffee teasing his senses in challenge. Come and get me. Connor slapped it away with a wave of honeysuckle, not missing the small shiver that ran through Reed's body at the strength of his scent. "Better!" he praised before taking the offensive. He stumbled a little as Connor deflected his fist and allowed his strength to carry him through the move. He scoffed as Connor's bare foot landed on his rump and pushed.

Their fight continued. Connor gradually loosened up and learned to play, doing as he was told. They did a lot of mat work, rolling around and practicing different restraining holds. Their legs and arms tangled, bodies pressed together. It was as Reed pinned Connor to the mat, their legs entwined and Connor's arm locked uncomfortably behind his back, that Nines entered. Connor was gasping for breath to cool his systems as he looked up at Nines standing in the doorway. He felt the small shiver of pure want that ran through Reed at the arrival of Nines' alpha scent.

"Your break ended ten minutes ago, Detective!" Nines stated scathingly, icy blue eyes laced with disgust as he looked at the two omegas writhing on the floor. It was unnatural. Two omegas twisted into such positions. It was worse that one of them was his own brother. He clicked his tongue as they both drew back, gasping, trying not to notice the tightness of their shorts and the flush of their skin. Nines winced at the strength of their scents, already feeling lightheaded and aroused just from opening the door. His alpha was alert and eager, already reaching out to tease and tangle with Reed's wanton omega. "Make sure you shower. You smell like a brothel!" Nines scolded as he quickly backed out and shut the door.

"Prick...Looks like training's over, Con," Reed sighed as he got to his feet and held a hand down to his stunned form.

"You...said my name," Connor stated in surprise as he took Reed's hand and allowed him to pull him up. Reed shrugged, not letting his discomfort show. He wouldn't actually say it out loud, the fact that Connor had wormed his way in. He couldn't help it. Since becoming an omega, he'd found common ground with him. They rarely argued or disagreed anymore, and he was an attentive student. It helped that they could soothe and calm each other in a way that alphas just couldn't. Reed was positively docile at times if Connor released his flowery scent. Their omegas automatically sought each other for safety and company. Reed felt a lot closer to him than before.

"Got a problem with that?" Reed huffed before heading to the showers, something he would have done anyway, even without Nines telling him to. As if I'd go into the bullpen smelling like this! I'd be jumped by every alpha in the damn building! Though the thought didn't put him off as much as it probably should have. Clearly a sign he needed to work off his hormones. He palmed his erection as he turned on the water, closing his gold tinted eyes as he rested a hand on the tiles. He could feel his omega preening at the touch, though it was slightly disgruntled that it was Reed's hand and not an alpha. Specifically the alpha who'd disturbed them in the gym. Reed moaned as he noted the lingering scent of gunpowder.

"What are you doing?" Connor asked curiously as he looked at Reed's naked body. He had excellent musculature for a human, though it differed greatly from how most omegas looked. Omegas were generally soft and supple, without the firm muscles Reed had built up. Reed almost jumped out of his skin at the intrusion. He sighed as he released his throbbing length, keeping his back to Connor for now.

"Same thing you should be doing. You'll be in trouble if an alpha sees that," he replied as he nodded towards Connor's tight pants, where his own erection was pressing uncomfortably against the tight material. Connor looked stiff and awkward as he covered the solid length with his hands, though it did little to hide it. "Unless you want one of those alphas to bend you over your desk," Reed added teasingly, enjoying the flush that rose to Connor's cheeks. Connor was mortified to find that his omega would very much enjoy such treatment. "Would you like that? Being bent over right across from Hank...Nines watching from the side..." Reed added in a softer tone, enjoying the small whimper that caught in Connor's throat.

"I-I have never...I have never had this issue before," Connor stammered vulnerably, feeling even worse as Reed turned to him in shock. He seemed to be trying to figure out whether he was really that prudish before realising who he was thinking about. Reed ran a hand over his face. Sexually repressed android. Got it. "It's a feature I had no need of before..." Connor added defensively, looking truly helpless at the admission. As a deviant, he could have made use of his sexual component, of course. He just hadn't seen the need. He'd never had an intimate social interaction before.

"Do you need me to help you?" Reed asked in a soft gravelled tone, sighing as Connor nodded and looked at the floor with ashamed hazel eyes. "Shit, alright. Come here," he instructed soothingly as he held a hand out and tugged him closer. He took up a place behind Connor, instinctively pressing affectionate butterfly kisses along his elegantly crafted shoulder blades. He was gentle and assuring as they stood beneath the warm spray. He moved Connor's hands so that he was bracing himself on the tiled wall, catching the vulnerability in his quivering limbs. "Shh, it's alright...I'll help you...Just relax," Reed soothed as he shifted his hands to Connor's slim hips.

He stroked the skin there, enjoying the feel of his perfectly sculpted hipbones beneath the synthetic flesh. He massaged small circles there before moving one hand lower to press and stroke the solid length in his tight shorts. Connor whimpered, a small shiver running through his body as Reed's hand squeezed and stroked. He was unsure how to process the experience and had no name for the increasingly heated feelings that flooded his internal systems. Reed murmured words of praise and assurance as he finally reached inside and tugged the fleshy length out. Connor let out an audible gasp at the sensation, need rising in his chest as his omega rolled over in needy submission.

Reed was surprised the shaft felt so real. He'd never slept with an android before. The majority of the ones at the station were still ungendered, and no way in hell was he sleeping with Nines. He bit his lip at the thought, holding back from grinding against Connor's ass. It was difficult to resist when the brothers looked so alike. Reed gritted his teeth. He would not think of Nines like that. He refused. Phcking androids! Connor moaned in surprise, hands fisting against the tiles as his body quivered.

"That's it...Just enjoy it..." Reed whispered in his ear, saying nothing as Connor's hips began rocking into his willing hand. He teased and squeezed the solid length, which was about the size he would expect from a beta or an alpha. Omegas tended to be a little smaller, but not overly so. He certainly didn't have any issues with his own length. It wasn't like he'd be using it on anyone, anyway. As an omega, he wasn't supposed to, as he'd been told many times. He was a hole to be fucked. Nothing more. Connor was almost wasted as an omega. Reed wouldn't have minded bouncing on that cock himself. He briefly wondered if he and Nines had the same hardware. Oh, phck! Big mistake! He moaned against Connor's shoulder as a wave of need washed through him.

"G-Gavin!" Connor whined, his voice asking for reassurance as he writhed and bucked against the tiles. Need and want were coiling in his chest. He was starting to feel so full that he was going to overflow. Small whimpers and moans were falling from his lips like a waterfall. He didn't know if this was what was supposed to happen, but his omega seemed content. Its claws were retracting, its tail swishing and twitching eagerly.

"It's alright, keep going," Reed murmured as he tightened and loosened his hold, pumping the length at a faster pace. He could feel Connor's thighs shaking, his breaths coming quicker. Reed pressed in closer as Connor's whole body shuddered, but he managed not to lose the strength in his legs. A pale stream of thirium based ejaculate spurted from the tip, and the length gradually deflated in his hand. "Are you alright?" Reed checked gently, imagining it must have been quite a shock. He nuzzled Connor's wet shoulder in comfort, letting his omega reach out with a wave of cinnamon.

"That was..." Connor trailed off as he gasped. His cheeks were flushed, and there was a blissed out expression on his face. His heat's going to be rough...Reed thought sympathetically as he drew back. Connor seemed truly amazed by the experience, almost in a daydream, as he straightened up and ran a hand through his soaking locks. "Would you like me to..." Connor offered hesitantly as he looked down at Reed's dripping shaft.

"No-no, I got this...You get yourself cleaned up," Reed replied assuringly, wrapping a hand around himself as Connor moved to another shower. The last thing he needed was for Nines' almost identical brother to get him off in the shower. That would fuck him up for weeks. He used the standard body wash supplied to clean off. It wasn't great quality, but it at least got him clean. Connor waited for him, already dressed, as Reed reappeared with flushed cheeks and a light chest. They returned to work together, Reed noting a slight skip in Connor's step as they did so. He couldn't work up the same enthusiasm as he sat across from Nines' stoic form, watching his nose wrinkle in distaste.

"Did you even use soap?" Nines bit out quietly, noting the quizzical tilt of Reed's head. That was a stupid question. Of course he'd used soap. Reed groaned quietly as he brought up his calendar. If Nines can smell me that badly, then it's probably...He was right. His heat was coming up in a day or so. He was usually pretty regular. No wonder his omega had been so restless and needy in the shower. He shot Connor a message. They'd need to meet up with Tina and talk boundaries. Connor looked across from his terminal timidly, feeling reassured at Reed's small lip quirk and nod.

"No, dipshit. I came straight here just to piss you off. What do you think, moron?" he retorted to Nines, wincing as his gunpowder scent washed over him in reproach. Reed shivered. He couldn't help it. Nines always smelled better as he got closer to his heat. His physical reaction didn't go unnoticed. Something predatory slipped into Nines' sharp gaze. The scent softened seductively, teasing and tempting him. I could just crawl into his lap and...Reed blinked back to himself, unable to meet Nines' intense silvery eyes. "Phck..." he hissed, suddenly soothed by the gentle scent of honeysuckle. He looked up to find Connor watching him.