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Professor Byleth’s lecture on grappling maneuvers held little interest for Hubert. Physically speaking, the mage was not built for hand-to-hand combat, and much preferred reason, magic attacks, a skill that he had been polishing since birth. Still, most of the professor’s lessons contained valuable knowledge that could be used against his and Lady Edelgard’s opponents, and while Hubert was one of the select few who knew how valuable such information would become in due time, there was something in the air that day that left him on edge and unable to focus on the former mercenary at the head of the classroom.
Despite his reluctance, his attention kept being drawn back towards a certain insufferable, entitled, red haired noble by the name of Ferdinand von Aegir. Hubert couldn’t quite place it, but over the past few days there had been a subtle shift emanating from within the fellow beta that Hubert wasn’t sure Ferdinand was even aware of himself. As it was, Hubert couldn’t even pinpoint what exactly had shifted, only that something felt off about the other boy, setting him on edge, driving him to the brink of madness, unable to get thoughts of Ferdinand out of his mind. The two men had never gotten along, so it was wholly unsurprising that Ferdinand’s scent would bother Hubert, a subtle reminder from their biology that they were meant to be nothing more than contested rivals—that any potential relationship between them would be incompatible, unnatural—but ever since their last heated argument that had occurred in the stables only a few days prior, Hubert had picked up on the distinctly ripe scent of apples and bergamot everywhere Ferdinand went, floating behind him as he rode his steed into mock battle, a curled finger beckoning Hubert ever closer.
As a beta, he shouldn’t have been able to so easily detect it, but Hubert swore that Ferdinand’s scent continued to grow stronger by the day, hour, minute. Currently, it was so overwhelming, that it gave Hubert a headache, a painful, incessant thrumming behind his temples. After a cursory glance around the room, Hubert deduced that most of the other members of the Black Eagles house seemed not to notice it, though the two omegas in their class, Dorothea and Linhardt, would shift uncomfortably in their seats every few minutes, perhaps sensing the same unease that left Hubert on high alert.
While continuing to observe the others, a discrete movement caught Hubert’s attention out of the corner of his eye. Ferdinand’s hand clenched at his side, nearly clawing through the fabric of his trousers in the process as he tried to grip onto something in order to keep his composure. His facial expressions hardly betrayed him, but there was a thin layer of sweat beginning to bead at his hairline, his body stiff as a plank. An occasional tremor would scurry up his spine, but still Ferdinand held himself well, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge whatever mystery ailment tormented him.
Despite Ferdinand’s best attempts, he only worsened as the next few minutes dragged on. Hubert witnessed the very moment the other boy lost control, the sound of his quill snapping echoing around the room, finally garnering some attention from the rest of the Black Eagles. When Ferdinand shot out of his chair, the piece of furniture clattering angrily to the ground behind him as it toppled over, all heads turned in his direction. He shook uncontrollably, his fists balled up so tight they nearly ripped the seams of his gloves.
While everyone else acknowledged him, attempting to determine the root of his distress, he himself only had eyes for Linhardt, staring at the omega like he was in a trance, pupils dilated, his warm, copper irises nearly consumed by an unfamiliar darkness. Before Ferdinand could advance on him, Hubert had already acted, warping to reach him in time, snatching him by the collar of his uniform jacket.
At the sensation of being restrained, Ferdinand struggled, attempting to dislodge himself from Hubert’s grip, but the taller boy moved faster, pulling him against his chest and locking him in his embrace, pinning his arms at his sides. Ferdinand whipped his head around, snarling at him. “Unhand me, Hubert!”
Hubert didn’t respond, his focus devoted entirely to the task of wrangling the squirming mass of red hair in his arms, though his one visible eyebrow raised in interest.
“Unhand me, you vile worm, or I will remove your head from your shoulders,“ he barked, his threats intending to cut deep, lacking his usual refinement and noble decorum that so often accompanied his and Hubert’s verbal spats. Unfortunately for Ferdinand, it had the opposite effect on Hubert, who let out an amused huff, chuckling darkly in his ear, causing Ferdinand to gasp and buck his hips.
Belatedly realizing what he had done, Ferdinand crumpled, folding into himself, letting his entire weight be hoisted up by Hubert. In his own shock, Hubert nearly dropped Ferdinand, reflexively tightening his grip and schooling his face before anyone else could notice. Watching Ferdinand’s anger bloom was always one of Hubert’s favorite extracurricular activities, but he had never seen him unleash this level of savagery before, the display igniting a blaze, heat pooling low in Hubert’s gut like Ailell, the Valley of Torment. He tried to fight it, ignoring the provocative sounds that Ferdinand was making, snuffing out as much of the flames as he could. Damn his hormones for being so inconvenient and undiscerning.
During their scrap, Professor Byleth and Lady Edelgard had both rushed over to where the two boys scuffled with each other, while Caspar and Petra acted as buffer for Linhardt and Dorothea, ushering them to the other side of the room, out of Ferdinand’s line of sight. Bernadetta had jumped beneath one of the desks and had her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the scene unfold, a horrified expression etched on her face.
As the Professor and Lady Edelgard drew near, they could finally see—and smell—Ferdinand’s condition.
“Hubert,” he pleaded, sounding much more aware of himself, much more pathetic. “Let me go, I beg you.”
Try as he might to maintain his sense of decency by crossing his legs, he couldn’t obscure the way the front of his trousers bunched where his erection strained against them, nor could he muffle his panting and pitiful whimpers. The young noble refused to make eye contact with his professor or his future emperor, his face almost as red as his hair as he was overcome with shame.
“Ferdinand—” Edelgard started, confused and concerned, but careful not to lose her composure. “You’re an alpha?”
“No!” he protested, violently shaking his head. “Of course not! I am a beta, as I always have been.”
By all means, Ferdinand seemed as surprised by the turn of events as everyone else. While the young noble had a flair for the dramatics, he was a terrible liar, and it was clear that he hadn’t been an alpha masquerading as a beta, lying his way into the officer’s academy, abusing scent blockers and rut suppressants to continue his charade. However, he was still very much an alpha—wild, dangerous, and extremely rare. There were no other alphas at Garreg Mach, and the church’s segregationist stance on secondary sexes made it highly unlikely that one would be knowingly allowed to enroll or continue going there, should one be found out. They were all very much aware of the way alphas were treated by the church. Ferdinand likely knew what would become of him, should the Archbishop find out.
“Petra, Caspar,” interjected the Professor, turning their attention to the other students. “Take the omegas back to their rooms, then return to your own. Class is dismissed for the rest of the day.” The two younger classmen nodded, escorting the others, including Bernadetta, outside, leaving only Edelgard, the Professor, Hubert, and a sweating, shaking Ferdinand.
“You are an alpha,” Edelgard pressed on, firmly, but with a hint of compassion in her voice. “And I believe you have entered your first rut.”
“You smell like a filthy animal,” Hubert hissed, unable to help himself, his lips accidentally brushing against the shell of Ferdinand’s ear. Ferdinand’s stomach convulsed as his hips bucked up again, out of his control, a low growl rumbling in his chest, the reverberations causing Hubert to shudder. He mentally berated himself for reveling in Ferdinand’s pretty little noises. He was acting no better than a desperate omega in heat—no better than Ferdinand —but that didn’t stop him from leaning in closer, indulging himself in another whiff of the younger boy’s scent.
“Th-that cannot be! I have never… I am not an alpha! There has never been an alpha in the Aegir bloodline!” Protesting did nothing to convince the others. Pheromones did not lie and Ferdinand reeked of them.
“You’re a late bloomer,” the Professor concluded, their face as unreadable as always. “I’m obligated to report this to Rhea.”
“No!” Ferdinand began to thrash wildly again, but Hubert gave him no leeway. “Professor, please, I beg you, do not inform the archbishop. I can behave. I will continue to be the shining example of nobility as I have always been. No one else need know about this.”
Legal protocol stated that all alphas were to be placed on a list, their behavior monitored; it could potentially lead to their being removed from school or society altogether, their titles stripped, and their nobility rescinded, depending on the severity of the case. After all, alphas couldn’t control themselves. They were manipulated by their own baser desires, a victim to their biology, a slave to their second gender—and that would make exploiting Ferdinand an even easier task to accomplish, Hubert realized—the perfect blackmail falling right into his lap, along with Ferdinand himself.
“Should my father find out…” Ferdinand continued, voice watery, but determined, “My father would never allow the Aegir name to be tarnished. I would be disowned… I would lose everything.”
“Your father has already so thoroughly besmirched House Aegir and its entire legacy.”
“Do not say another word about my father, Hubert!” Ferdinand jerked his head around to glare at him, not realizing how close together it would put their faces, the tip of his nose colliding against Hubert’s. It was difficult to tell if Ferdinand was blushing, or if his face was merely flushed with arousal due to his rut. As for Hubert, he was in no such condition, therefore had nothing to blame the light tinting of his own skin on. He ducked his head to the other side, obscuring his face from the others beneath his long fringe.
Shifting away from Ferdinand, without lessening his grip, he played up his annoyance, hoping it would distract everyone from noticing his own growing predicament. “Tsk. And you claim that you can behave, yet you cannot even control your temper.”
“That is because you are always provoking me! You would love nothing more than to see me locked up away from society. I am sure you will be the one to turn the key!”
“Ferdinand—” As was common for most of their arguments, it was brought to an end by Lady Edelgard’s interference. “You don’t have anything to fear. I know that you will overcome this, as you have every other obstacle.”
“Edelgard… Thank you. You have my word, I will not fail.”
“I know you won’t.” Turning her attention to her other side, she caught Byleth’s eye. “My teacher, I am of the opinion that Ferdinand deserves the chance to prove himself. He is one of our top fighters and he excels in his studies. It would be a shame to lose him.”
Those blank, indecipherable eyes studied Ferdinand, and Hubert felt the other boy squirming beneath their intensity, taking a subtle step backwards until he had unintentionally pressed his body up against Hubert. After a moment of consideration, the Professor merely nodded in agreement. Ferdinand sighed in relief against Hubert and Hubert forced himself not to lean into it.
“Very well. Hubert, would you escort Ferdinand back to his room and make sure that he has all the necessary provisions for his rut?”
“At your behest, Lady Edelgard,” he nodded in place of a proper bow, unable to maneuver himself with Ferdinand glued to his front.
“Thank you, Hubert.”
With her dismissal and the Professor’s silent affirmation, Hubert summoned enough magic for another warp spell, and in a flash, the two entwined rivals were gone.
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Arriving in Ferdinand’s room in such an abrupt manner made Ferdinand lurch forward, pulling Hubert along with him and nearly causing them to collapse onto each other. Ferdinand’s prolonged arousal had depleted his strength and robbed him of all critical thinking skills, leaving him unable to focus long enough to slip free from Hubert’s unflinching grasp. Still, he gave a halfhearted attempt, struggling against the taller boy’s hold.
Unfortunately for Hubert, getting to manhandle Ferdinand for the past few minutes had affected him in ways that he wasn’t proud of, igniting his own arousal, and he fought valiantly to keep himself from rutting up against the unruly alpha. Should Ferdinand recognize the budding hardness pressed against his back, Hubert would be forced to disobey a direct order from his liege by having Ferdinand removed from Garreg Mach, merely to save his own reputation and that of Lady Edelgard’s by association.
“You continue to prove to be a greater thorn in Lady Edelgard’s side than even I could have ever predicted.” Tightening his grip on Ferdinand’s forearms, Hubert couldn’t help but antagonize the other boy further, savoring the way Ferdinand’s breaths grew louder and more frantic with every disparaging remark Hubert hurled at him.
It was almost as if Ferdinand enjoyed it as much as Hubert did...
“I always knew that an uncontrollable beast lurked beneath your pretentious noble façade. It’s that treacherous Aegir blood running through your veins.”
As he spoke, his own breath gusted across the nape of Ferdinand’s neck. Ferdinand tensed beneath him, arching his back and throwing his head against Hubert’s shoulder in ecstasy, treating the taller boy to a view of his every glorious facial contortion as he came untouched. A yelp escaping him morphed into a guttural moan as momentary relief settled into his features. Hubert froze, mesmerized by the sight before him, only tearing his eyes away from Ferdinand’s face to observe as the wet spot on Ferdinand’s trousers spread, ruining his uniform.
Along with Ferdinand’s orgasm came a wave of his familiar, pungent scent. The very same scent that had been following Hubert around all week, that he had first noticed after their argument in the stables. The scent of Ferdinand’s arousal, which may very well have been caused by said argument. Just the thought made Hubert’s throat tighten, unable to swallow around the potential. If Ferdinand was so receptive to Hubert, it would prove to argue that Ferdinand desired him to some degree, and that theory made Hubert’s hair stand on end, his cock twitching in his pants. Perhaps that was why, just now, Hubert’s silver tongue had unwittingly undone Ferdinand, pushing him over the edge as he belittled him.
“Oh, Ferdinand,” he mewled, a dangerous, devious expression adorning his face. “Again you have proven that you possess no self control.”
“Y-you could not possibly understand! You have never experienced either a rut or a heat!” Rasping, Ferdinand regained some of his senses as the pleasure cycled its way out of his body, though he still remained painfully hard.
“Of course not. Unlike yourself, I am not an animal. However, that doesn’t mean that I do not possess my own—” wetting his lips, he nuzzled in, letting the tip of his tongue lap at the underside of Ferdinand’s jaw, sampling some of the perspiration that had collected there, the acidic salt burning his taste buds, “—urges.”
Despite knowing the risk was far too great, Hubert’s own desires were quickly devolving into needs, and the strength with which he felt them encouraged him to make what could turn out to be the worst decision of his life. Releasing his hold on Ferdinand’s bicep, he pushed the redhead against the desk along one side of the room, flipping him around to face him, pressing one hand at the base of his throat, the other tightly gripping his hip as he lifted him to sit on the desktop, bruises surely forming beneath each fingertip digging into the flesh there. Stepping closer, he caged in Ferdinand’s body with his own, suppressing the shivers that threatened to wrack through him when Ferdinand let a low growl rumble in his chest. Grabbing at Hubert’s arm, Ferdinand clawed at his hold on him, the fury, humiliation, and lust in his eyes all coming together to burn a hole into Hubert; his final undoing.
Tightening his grip on Ferdinand’s throat, making sure to momentarily cut off his air supply, he hovered over him, lips peeling back, revealing his signature sneer. “This pathetic display of yours has shown me that you are powerless in the face of your desires, and are therefore a danger to those around you. An extra hand will be required to keep you in line.”
The very hand he spoke of slithered from Ferdinand’s hip, ghosting over the front of the other boy’s pants where all of his blood had previously rushed to his cock. The shocked expression on Ferdinand’s face was priceless, but nothing could compare to the way he immediately bucked up into Hubert’s waiting hand as the mage dug his palm into his crotch, needy whines spilling from his mouth. Hubert lessened the pressure against Ferdinand's throat with the hand still resting there, allowing Ferdinand to gasp for air.
“H-hubert?” Understandably, Ferdinand’s confusion was evident, questions dancing on the tip of his tongue, but Hubert ignored him, electing to finish his proposition before his courage deserted him.
“During your ruts, you will become unruly and insatiable. You may choose to hole yourself up in your room for a few days, pleasuring yourself to the best of your abilities, though it will never quite scratch the itch, or… you can be given some assistance.”
As Hubert continued to palm him through his clothes, Ferdinand hung onto his every word, clearly desperate for a more detailed explanation, but too greedy in his desire to have Hubert continue touching him to voice anything that might be conceived as an argument. Drunk on the power he held over the younger boy, Hubert smirked, ceasing his ministrations and stepping away.
It looked as if Ferdinand wished to protest the sudden stop, but before he could get the words out, Hubert spoke again. “If that sounds like something that would be acceptable to you, then remove your clothes.”
Ferdinand’s hesitation only lasted a moment before he stood from the desk, trembling fingers beginning to undo the buttons on his jacket. Hands shaking and far too eager, he sloppily disrobed, chucking off each layer of his uniform and letting them fall to the floor and pool at his feet. With every inch of newly revealed tanned and scarred skin, Hubert’s own pants tightened, the prospect of adding more marks to the canvas of Ferdinand’s body much too tempting to ignore.
Once entirely exposed, a rosy blush bloomed across his face, his embarrassment evident, but he maintained eye contact with Hubert, unwilling to back down from his challenge.
“Lie back on the bed.”
Ferdinand kept his mouth shut, though Hubert could see the longing to snap back at him glowering in his eyes, and did as instructed, crawling up from the foot of the bed. He was much more docile when preoccupied with desire, and this newly discovered obedient side to Ferdinand would prove to be useful. Hubert locked the information away as he fought to keep a straight face as he watched Ferdinand’s muscles flexing, his ass raised in the air, flashing glimpses of his tight, pink hole and promises of a good time. Swallowing hard, he averted his eyes, lest he start to lose his patience. It would be catastrophic if Ferdinand was to find out how deeply he had affected Hubert, how desperately he wanted this too. For all intents and purposes, this was a deal made between colleagues to lighten the load of their future emperor. At least, that was what Hubert intended to claim, should he be asked.
Flipping over, Ferdinand settled himself, propping his pillow up behind his back for support, his doe-eyed gaze following Hubert expectantly. The intensity of it made Hubert want to shove him face first into his mattress and hold him down until the insufferable look was gone. Instead, he slid himself out of his own jacket, hanging it along the back of Ferdinand’s chair to avoid creases, then slowly pulled each individual finger out of his gloves, preening, making a show of it for Ferdinand. Once the forgotten articles were discarded on the desktop, he approached the bed, still wearing his trousers, as uncomfortable as they were, and his shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
Ferdinand tracked Hubert’s every movement as the taller boy leaned over him, obviously not quite trusting of his motives, yet he spread his legs for him anyway, allowing Hubert to kneel between them and granting him full access to his body. Skimming his ungloved hand over Ferdinand’s cock, Hubert collected some of the remnants from Ferdinand’s previous orgasm as well as the newly forming precum, mixing the two together as an impromptu lubricant as he began to stroke Ferdinand. The sensation of Hubert’s bare skin on him for perhaps the very first time left Ferdinand whimpering and thrusting up impatiently into the warmth of Hubert’s welcoming fist.
“Has anyone else ever touched you like this before? Or have you really stooped so low that you would allow someone like me to be your first?” Hubert launched into another round of brazen dirty talk. Ferdinand need not know of his own inexperience, that he too had never done anything quite so carnal or intimate before.
“I seem to recall you volunteering,” Ferdinand hissed, bucking up into Hubert’s fist again as the older boy let out a low chuckle.
“And you have obediently followed me into the viper pit. I might sink my fangs into you, coil myself around your body, and make you mine... Refuse to share you. Leave you so well-fucked that you will always come crawling back to me, knowing that without my touch, you will never be satisfied.” His grip on Ferdinand’s cock tightened possessively, thumbing over the head and tracing back down along a vein, dragging another guttural moan from Ferdinand.
“Wh-what purpose would that serve for Edelgard? I-ah, I know you, Hubert. All that you do is for her .” The redhead attempted to collect himself before he lost all of his remaining sanity, gasping around his words. “H-how would this arrangement benefit her? Or is this pure selfishness on your part? You were only instructed to bring me back to my room.”
“I was also told to ensure that you had everything you required for your rut.”
“Ah, so this is merely your duty.” Ferdinand smirked, though the smile never reached his eyes. With Hubert refusing to deny or confirm his true motivation, Ferdinand had convinced himself of what was the truth, and it seemed to have displeased him more than it gave him any pleasure in being right.
Hubert sped up his strokes in an attempt to distract Ferdinand. “There is, of course, the added benefit of blackmail. What would the Adrestian populace say if they knew their future prime minister was nothing more than a cock warmer for—oh, how did you once put it… Lady Edelgard’s pet?”
Despite his face growing redder in anger, Ferdinand’s breathing quickened, letting out little gasping sounds as he desperately sought even more friction from Hubert’s hand, which he enthusiastically gave. His wrist rolled, his grip tightening, drinking in the way Ferdinand’s eyes squeezed shut and his brows furrowed.
“If I am her pet, then you are my bitch,” Hubert goaded.
A mass began to bump against the underside of Hubert’s hand. Focusing his eyes downward, he spotted Ferdinand’s knot beginning to swell, a detail that the new alpha may not have been fully aware of himself.
“Is that for me?” Hubert chuckled, darkly. “Did you intend to use that on me? To breed me? Pump me full of your little Aegir bastards?” With his free hand, he reached forward and captured one of Ferdinand’s nipples, twisting it painfully until it made Ferdinand yelp. “You had better make good use of my hand, Ferdinand. Make no mistake, you will be the one coming on my cock.”
When Ferdinand came for a second time, head tipped back into his pillow and a cry bursting from his throat, Hubert had to beat back the flames from the heat building in his own gut, wanting for this to last as long as possible. Ferdinand did indeed attempt to force his knot through Hubert’s grasp, but the older boy released him, letting his swollen member fall back against his stomach without any regard for his orgasm, laughing cruelly as he whimpered and fucked up pathetically into the air.
“A-ah, Hubert!” Panting, he rose to his elbows, glaring daggers at the other boy. “You a-ah-are—you are supposed to be helping me.”
“All in good time, Ferdinand. After all, your rut will last us a few days.”
Hubert pushed Ferdinand back down, then took his hand—the one that had been coated in Ferdinand’s spend—and forced two fingers into Ferdinand’s mouth, cutting off whatever other complaints he had planned to voice. Obediently, Ferdinand accepted them, wrapping his lips around them as he licked and sucked Hubert clean, his moans surging through Hubert’s bloodstream, straight to his erection. His arousal began to grow painful as he throbbed needily, still constrained within his pants, and Hubert found himself wishing he had divested himself of all of his clothing.
Knocking Ferdinand’s legs apart even further with his knees, he yanked his fingers out of his mouth, saliva glistening on his pale skin, and placed them at Ferdinand’s entrance, dragging them along the skin there, teasing at him. Ferdinand gasped, grabbing at the front of Hubert’s shirt and forcing him down into a brutal, desperate kiss. The action left Hubert stunned, frozen in place, unsure of how to react. He hadn’t expected Ferdinand to want to do something like that—thinking it too intimate for their circumstances—but he eventually leaned into it, lapping at Ferdinand's mouth until he opened it for him, slipping his tongue inside, tasting the faint remnants of the spiced tea Ferdinand had consumed only a few hours earlier. Though he fought to keep it in, Hubert let loose a moan into Ferdinand’s open mouth, which the younger boy swallowed happily, thrusting down onto him, attempting to impale himself on Hubert's fingers. Hubert didn’t keep him waiting, unceremoniously breaching Ferdinand, roughly pushing his fingers into his tight heat.
The sudden invasion had Ferdinand coming again with a shout, which Hubert had to smother with his mouth, intent to hoard all of Ferdinand’s noises for himself, not willing to share them with the neighbors on either side of his room. It was obvious from his sensitivity that Ferdinand had never explored the depths of his own body before, leaving Hubert with the task of introducing him to the pleasures of being fucked open, two fingers, then three, forced in past the ring of muscle, stretching him to prepare him to take Hubert inside. It was a tight fit, but as Hubert suspected, Ferdinand brought his determination to the bedroom as well, thriving in adversity, his moans echoing louder the harder he was pushed. He began to babble incoherently against Hubert’s lips, their kiss having deteriorated into nothing more than mouths brushing against each other, their hot breath tickling each other’s faces.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Hubert retracted his fingers, ignoring Ferdinand's protests, reaching for the front of his own trousers and yanking them open, impatiently pulling his member out. The action propmptly shut Ferdinand up as he watched his every movement, mesmerized by the sight of Hubert hard and leaking before him and using his own precum to slick himself up. Were he not so aroused, Hubert might have felt self-conscious under such an intense stare, but his mind was only focused on fucking Ferdinand, delirious and lost in his haze.
“Now, be a good boy and keep yourself spread for me. Can you do that? Can you take everything that I intend give you?” Hubert asked, voice raw, leaning forward again with his lips pressed back against Ferdinand’s throat. Once Ferdinand felt Hubert prodding at his entrance, he nodded eagerly in reply, moaning Hubert's name, begging him to keep going.
Grunting in Ferdinand's ear, he buried himself deep within him, taking as much leeway as he could while the younger boy stretched around him. With his patience worn thin, he afforded Ferdinand no time to adjust, rearing back and thrusting forward with a cruel, punishing force, the snapping of his hips harmonizing with Ferdinand’s broken sobs. Slipping his calloused hands under Hubert’s shirt, Ferdinand scratched and dug his nails into Hubert’s back, a trail of blood following his nails as they sliced through his skin, throwing himself down on his cock, eager to match his movements.
Hubert could feel his good sense slipping away from him, losing himself to the feeling of being inside Ferdinand, to the sound of his thighs slapping against the backs of Ferdinand's, to the trickling sensation of sweat and blood seeping into the fabric of his shirt. It was too much and much too good.
As Hubert pounded into him, Ferdinand nosed against the side of his throat, lapping at the sensitive skin surrounding his scent glands, behaving as if he intended to mark Hubert, or even worse, mate with him. The intrusion set him on high alert, the hair on the back of his neck prickling in defense, hackles raised.
“Do not even think about attempting to bond me,” Hubert warned, causing Ferdinand to growl, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he disobeyed him, his face remaining tucked into the crook of Hubert’s neck, bent on continuing to mouth over the same spot.
“Ferdinand—”
“Let me.” Whether he realized it or not, Ferdinand used his alpha voice. The compulsion to obey flooded Hubert’s veins, lighting his nerve endings on fire, but he somehow managed to resist, as painful as it was, his hips slowing to a roll.
“ Let me ,” Ferdinand insisted again, this time with even more intention, more infliction. Hubert tried to refuse a second time, but instead found himself baring his neck to him, offering himself to Ferdinand, who happily nuzzled closer.
When Hubert felt the razor sharp edges of Ferdinand's canines gently grazing along his scent gland, soft, without piercing it, he seized up suddenly, tensing as he came harder than he ever had before, blindly spilling into Ferdinand, pumping his hips with no rhythm or control in his need to fill him thoroughly and completely. He fucked his seed deep into the alpha, making sure to leave as much of himself inside of him, evidence that Ferdinand had been claimed and who he had been claimed by.
Following his lead, Ferdinand burst between them, leaving his chest and Hubert's shirt spattered with his release, staining the dampened fabric. Restraining himself at the last second, Ferdinand moved his mouth to Hubert’s shoulder, biting there, as if to prove to Hubert that he could control himself to some degree. Of course Ferdinand von Aegir, determined and stubborn as could be, could fight against his own biology and succeed, resisting his urge to mate Hubert properly.
“S-so good. You feel so good. More, Hubert. More. I want more of you.” Ferdinand grabbed at Hubert’s shirt, not caring as his fingers curled into his own mess, tugging Hubert forward into another kiss and mumbling praise between breaths. Hubert’s blush returned, silently enjoying the rare niceties spilling from Ferdinand’s lips, though he would never admit it to the other boy. A foreboding feeling washed over him, fear churning in his stomach as he realized how easily he could become addicted to being with Ferdinand like this—that he may already be too late to stop it from happening—ruin already resting heavily on his shoulders. The seed sprouting before he even noticed that it had been planted.
Pulling out from Ferdinand’s warmth, Hubert sat back on his heels as he caught his breath, peering down at Ferdinand’s shaking form, still under the influence of his rut and demanding more. With a sigh, he resigned himself. Nothing to be done about it now.
“Let us make a deal, Ferdinand.” At the sound of his name, Ferdinand looked up, giving him his full attention, though he still couldn’t quiet his panting.
In a few months, Lady Edelgard would wage war against the church and everything would change. Ferdinand would be forced to choose a side to stand with, and the two men might soon end up in a heated battle instead of a warm embrace, but for the next week, everything outside of the four walls of Ferdinand’s room would exist without them, and during that time, Hubert would allow himself to have what may be his last small moment of peace.
“If you can continue to behave yourself to the best of your ability, whenever you find yourself losing control, you may seek out my company, and I will do all that I can to relieve you.”
“I accept,” Ferdinand growled, easily agreeing without hesitation, stealing yet another kiss—he sure did seem to have an affinity for kissing Hubert. The mage tried his best not to acknowledge the tiny flutters in his chest at the thought.
Nipping at Ferdinand’s bottom lip to fend him off, Hubert broke free of his grasp and slithered down his body, nestling his face into the valley of Ferdinand’s thighs. Another mischievous smirk spread across Hubert’s features before he sank his teeth into the tender skin, releasing some of Ferdinand’s pheromones and drinking them up with his tongue, soothing over the new mark he had adorned Ferdinand with.
“On one condition… You may be Alpha, but remember that you belong to me ,”
At his words, Ferdinand’s cock twitched, somehow hardening even further. Masking his own excitement with a guise of ambivalence, Hubert watched as Ferdinand’s arousal quickly and enthusiastically returned to full force. He realized that he had his work cut out for him, but, like Ferdinand, he too had his own unlimited supply of devotion and determination, and for once in his miserable life, he allowed himself the luxury of fantasy. Lowering his mouth, he took Ferdinand inside, hiding his genuine smile behind the way he sucked at the head.
The next couple of months were going to be arduous indeed.