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'September 17, 2013
From: [email protected]
Subject: TIP / Illegal Activity at Murkoff Psychiatric Systems
You don't know me. Have to make this quick. They might be monitoring.
I did 2 weeks of software consult at MURKOFF Psychiatric Systems' facilities in Mount Massive. All sorts of NDA's I am very much breaking right now but seriously, fuck those guys.
Terrible things happening there. Don't understand it. Don't believe half the things I saw. Doctors talking about dream therapy going too deep, finding something that had been waiting for them in the mountain. People are being hurt and Murkoff is making money.
It needs to be exposed. ’
Waylon's leg bounces rapidly as he hits send on the last email, anxiety spreading through him in a cold fog. But what else can he do? Continue to sit here and work on the very technology torturing these patients everyday? He just can't do it. Murkoff would undoubtedly figure out he was the whistleblower once this got out but if everything goes correctly Waylon and his family will be long gone and in hiding.
The beta closes his laptop before leaning back and running a tired hand down his face. The soft whirring of the multiple computer towers around him was a comforting sound to latch onto, an anchor against his impending panic attack. You didn't go against Murkoff without being fully aware of the consequences and Waylon was terrified of those consequences finding his family.
Lisa, his beautiful beta wife, and their two alphan boys. It never mattered to him that those boys were not biologically his, he loved them just as much as if they were. Lisa had a difficult past before they met, an alpha childhood sweetheart that left her for an omega once they graduated. Unknowingly leaving behind the beta pregnant with twins. Waylon and Lisa had met when she was swollen with the two pups, due to give birth any day, and they had instantly connected. Waylon was there for her when she gave birth and was a shoulder to lean on and support her as she adjusted to suddenly having two newborns to take care of.
He was well aware that Lisa would never be in love with him, she had told him so when things seemed to be getting serious between them. She told him firmly over dinner that her heart would always be in the hands of the father of her children and that while it was unlikely, if he ever came back she would go to him in a heartbeat. Waylon wasn't looking for something serious, not in the way of love at least, and was completely fine with it (had his ego been stung? a little.) He had never been interested in relationships, they never felt right.
The last time they spoke to each other had been tense. Lisa didn't want him taking this job, and had begged him to stay at home with her and they boys, said they would figure out a different way to get some money. She was scared he wouldn't come back, was scared of being left completely alone with the boys who always seemed to gravitate towards Waylon despite her best efforts. The two alphan boys had always just said he smelled good when asked about it, but even when Lisa briefly switched to using Waylon's scented products the boys remained firm in their preference. This was always a sore spot between the couple.
One night when the boys had gone to bed and the couple was sitting on the couch watching some cheesy thriller, Lisa had quietly admitted that being a parent just seemed to come naturally to Waylon. She said it was frustrating for her to feel like she was trying her best and to still come up short to someone who wasn't even biologically their parent. Waylon had tried to soothe her, insisting that the boys loved her just as much, but she had lashed out and insisted that something must be wrong with Waylon. She had accused him of trying to poison the boys against her and that he couldn't steal them, that he wasn't going to take her babies and leave just like their real father had. Waylon had simply ushered her to bed, knowing the strong smell of wine on her breath was the main reason behind her outburst. The next morning he woke up (back aching from sleeping on their lumpy couch) to a full spread breakfast and an embarrassed Lisa avoiding his eyes as she offered him a cup of coffee. They never spoke about the topic again, deciding it was best to leave it be.
But in the end, Waylon was stubborn and had gone to work at Murkoff anyways, sent off by his two weeping boys and a quietly furious wife. He had hoped that the paycheck he would be bringing in would soothe her but since coming here the only contact he had with his family was his sons. Lisa refused to speak with him if the boys were not present and gave him curt answers when they were. It bothered him but he decided it was best to ignore the attitude and let her cool off, this wasn't the first time Lisa shut him out when she didn't get her way.
" Waylon ! Jesus man, are you in here?!"
Waylon instinctively goes to jump up and only succeeds in cracking his knees against the bottom of his desk. Cursing under his breath the beta quickly stands and ignores the sting in his knees. "Yes, I'm here!"
"Why aren't you answering your phone? They've been paging you for ten minutes, they need you now ." Waylon quickly walks between the fenced off equipment, sheepishly pulling his shoulders to his ears.
"Sorry, I'll head there right away!"
Waylon hopes the assessing stare he feels burning into the back of his neck is in his imagination.
"Hurry up, Park!" The scientist snaps, his plastic suit crinkling as he waves his hand impatiently, "They're already on the way with the patient and that machine needs to be ready for him when he gets here!"
"Yes, sir," Waylon says distractedly, eyes bouncing from each computer screen as he attempts to locate the issue. If he were a braver man he would refuse to fix the machine but, while he may not be particularly brave, he is smart enough to know they would simply call in another technician. Sending the email would have to be enough.
" -ou bastards! Let go of me! "
Looking up he sees a large muscular alpha being dragged by multiple guards as he struggles against their holds, screaming his head off. His dark hair is messy from his thrashing and even across this distance his blue eyes are visible. Waylon's heart squeezes in sympathy, hoping for the alpha's sake that he has a mild reaction to the machine. Feeling the scientist beginning to grow more impatient, Waylon sighs in relief when he finally sees the issue in the long strip of code.
"It should be fixed now, the machine just needs to finish rebooting and then-"
BANG
"You! Help me! Please!" The blonde's heart leaps in his throat when the large alpha patient is suddenly in front of him, large fists swinging into the glass.
Guards in the room are shouting and the doctors and scientists are all retreating to the back of the room, trying to get as far from the window as possible. Heart thundering, the beta briefly wonders why they seem so scared, the glass is bulletproof, this alpha won't be able to-
A spider web of cracks spread from underneath the alpha's pounding fist, a concerning crackle sounding in the room.
'How?' Waylon wonders in shock, eyes wide at the display of brute strength.
A musky smell suddenly invades the beta's nose and his eyes unconsciously fall to half mast. The alpha in front of him has stopped pounding his fist into the glass and is locked onto Waylon, pupils blown wide as his nostrils flare. Strangely, the thin line of blue around the blown pupils seemed to be glowing. The large man's fingers curl into the edge of broken glass and more hairline cracks shoot across the broken surface. Waylon's hazy eyes track a drop of blood down the surface, from the alpha's cut fingers still digging into the glass. Hazily Waylon hears a rumbling croon and feels his throat itch as if trying to respond.
The strange moment is broken by guards outside the room grabbing the alpha and wrestling him down to the machine as he snarls and tries to jerk away. Waylon's heart aches when the snarls quickly turn back into screams for help. It isn't long before the computer in front of him turns back on and he is greeted by a close up of the alpha's face with tubes shoved down his throat. The scientists waste no time and start the experiment, and Waylon feels both relief and pity as the only response the alpha seems to have to the machine is the wave of raw skin appearing up the side of his face.
Blinking out of his haze, the blonde jumps when a hand lands firmly on his shoulder and squeezes warningly.
"Thank you, Mr. Park. You are no longer needed, you can go now." The firm statement is accompanied by a plastic smile.
Nodding, eager to get out of there, Waylon stumbles his way out of the room. The chilled air in the tunnels leading back to the room he calls an office is welcome, suddenly he's feeling warm. Assuming he is just recovering from the scare and strange interaction, Waylon opens the door to his office and ignores the clenching in his gut and warmth that spreads through him from it.
The distraction from his body is probably why he didn't realize someone was seated at his desk until they spoke.
"Someone's been telling stories."
He should have known he wasn't going to get the chance to run.
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Waylon wondered, over the next few days (was it days? he couldn't tell) what Murkoff would tell his family.
Would they say he died? Maybe had an accident with the equipment and got electrocuted, or that a patient had gotten loose and Waylon was the unfortunate soul to encounter them. Maybe they would tell them he simply disappeared, and didn't say a word to anyone. Implying that he took the generous paycheck and decided to leave everything behind, that would explain why they didn't have a body to provide them with. Though he's sure they could easily find a body to provide them with, maybe it would genuinely be his. He probably wouldn't survive being put in the machine again, he was shocked he survived the one time so far. His body had felt like it was being force fed glass that was burning hot and ripping his insides apart. His vision had swan red and fury had rolled through him as his hazy eyes had looked through the capsule he was in at the doctors and scientists. He had never wanted to kill someone as much as he had in that delirious moment.
But sitting here now, dissociating as the doctor ran his slimy tongue up his face, Waylon knew it was possible that Murkoff would simply say that he went crazy and had to be taken into custody for his own safety. He stares blankly at the wall in front of him, trying to take the small relief of a simple headache before they turn on the video that would send his head into a throbbing nightmare.
Strangely, a few moments into the video playing and after the doctor had left, Waylon began hallucinating.
He watched, quietly detached as a... ghost? Mist man? suddenly appeared in the glass room next to his, the lights flickering and the videos going out. And then strangely the patient in that room began screaming like he could see it too. Maybe it wasn't a hallucination?
And then the patient was being put through an invisible shredder, blood and chunks of his body going everywhere.
When all was said and done and there was a healthy amount of vomit in the corner of Waylon's room, Waylon couldn't help but wish he had just listened to Lisa.
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Maybe he was hallucinating.
He had to be.
There was no other explanation for why there was suddenly a fucking vagina underneath his dick.
Waylon had been released from the glass room he was trapped in by a patient who had purred through the thick glass to wait and he'd be right back. Thankfully his mind wasn't fully there and he had gone into the room with the dead patient instead and simply stood there quietly. Not one to waste an opportunity, Waylon had quickly fled into the hallway, hand clutching onto the very camera that had been recording his 'treatment'. His head was still throbbing but he had ignored it with the intention of finding somewhere to hide and collect his thoughts. The place he had hidden in ended up being a bathroom that thankfully had a lock on the door.
Once he had a moment to actually think he had realized there was a soreness throbbing between his thighs and instantly he felt sick. Had someone taken advantage of him during the moments he wasn't lucid? But when he had stripped out of the prison jumpsuit and had gingerly reached between his legs, he had instead touched something that definitely was not there the last time he had used the restroom.
A fucking vagina.
It was just below his penis, seemingly having taken the place of his balls that were fucking gone . What the fuck had they done to him?
Stumbling back into a stall and slamming the door shut, Waylon scrabbled at his face in a panic. He flinched when he smelled something acidic quickly bleeding into the room, and it took him a moment to realize it was him making the smell. But how was he giving off a distressed scent? Only alphas and omegas could do that, betas had no...
He breathed harshly through his nose and gripped his hair as he tried to think rationally. The cramping he was feeling after being called in to fix the machine must have been when this started, so it wasn't possible that murkoff was the one to do this to him.
There were only three ways a beta could ever become an omega, the first was simply being a late bloomer. Sometimes rather than presenting when you go into puberty you don't present until later in your life. Usually this was due to factors like diet, environment, the secondary genders around you, etc.. Typically most did not go past a few years from puberty before presenting however so it was strange that Waylon would do so now, unless it was reacting to his extreme stress.
Another way was bitching.
If an alpha, male or female, were to expose a beta to their natural venom (typically produced during a rut) over time the beta would most likely become an omega. The process was lengthy and was basically unheard of. Bitched omegas were looked down on by most natural born omegas, and even some alpha's. Told that they were freaks and would never be a real omega. However seeing that Waylon hasn't been exposed to any alpha's venom it was unlikely that this happened to him. Unless he has lost more time than he realized and murkoff was somehow introducing alphan venom to his system. This was unlikely as well however, seeing as murkoff only allowed 2 omegas (both patients, no omegas were allowed as employees) on site at a time to avoid the overwhelming amount of alpha patients from rioting if one were to go into heat.
The last way was if the beta was actually a prime omega.
Prime omegas were considered a myth to some people but the reality was they were very real. They had everything an omega did naturally just at heightened levels and unlike omegas, prime omegas produced their own version of the venom alpha's did. Their senses are extremely enhanced and they were unable to be commanded by just any alpha. Many called them the alpha's of omegas, the only thing higher than them in the secondary gender ranking was the very thing needed to even have a prime omega present.
A prime alpha.
The counterpart to a prime omega, a prime alpha was everything an alpha was but tenfold. They had almost supernatural strength and senses, and always produced the venom alpha's only produced during ruts. A distinguishing trait of theirs was that their eyes glowed when close to and during their ruts. Another trait, one many whispered about and dreamed of, was that they had two knots. One at the base to lock into their omega and one just below the head of their penis, to lock into the omegas cervix. It was a painful experience if the omega was not properly prepared. They could command any gender and were always the center of attention, everyone wanted to be on the arm of a prime alpha, there wasn't a better choice for a mate.
Since a prime omega is so strong, it can be overwhelming for them to have nothing to dominate them like their natural instincts desire. Because of this the only time a prime omega will present is if a compatible prime alpha is present, this way the prime omega won't go insane. Many prime omegas live their whole lives as betas, completely unaware of their true secondary gender simply because they haven't met a prime alpha they're compatible with. There hasn't been a registered prime omega and prime alpha pair in decades now, many believed them to no longer exist.
Waylon rubs the heel of his hand into his eye, head throbbing as he tries not to panic. The only reasonable explanation was that he was a late bloomer, because the only alpha he had been exposed to was the one from the day he was caught. And as far as he was aware Murkoff wasn't currently holding any prime alpha's. Why on top of everything going on right now did he have to present as well?
A scream echoes from outside the room followed by multiple voices cackling and the sound of running feet. Waylon tenses and retreats to the corner of the stall he's in, hoping they won't try to enter the bathroom. While the door is locked, that simple fact was also a sign that someone was in it and may draw attention. Waiting until the only thing he can hear is the droning alarm, Waylon squares his shoulders and grips the camera in his hand and ventures out into the hallway. The only thing he can do is try to escape. Hopefully the stink of dead bodies and the overwhelming stench of alphan patients would overpower his own new scent.
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Laying flat on his belly, trying to remain as still and quiet as possible, Waylon briefly considered letting the deranged patient find him. Maybe he should just get it over with, honestly what were the chances of him actually getting out? And if he did get out what were the chances he wouldn't be found and immediately brought back to relive a new hell. Peeking over the edge of the shelving he's hiding on he listens carefully for the patient stalking through the room. Soft footsteps and hissed whispering was coming from the far end of the room, behind several shelves, so Waylon carefully slipped to the ground. While sacrificing himself so he didn't have to go through this anymore was tempting, this wasn't the patient to do that with. It was clear from his apparent conversation with himself, probably a personality disorder, that he intended to capture Waylon and give him to someone rather than kill him.
The blonde quickly makes his way to the door he had seen during the initial chase of the patient and is frustrated to find it locked. Breaking it open would be loud and quickly draw his pursuers attention so he glanced around for another way out. Noticing an open window in the locked room he quickly circles to the wall and sighs in relief when he sees the stacked pallets underneath it. He scales them up to the window and shimmies his way through, wincing at the loud thud when he falls to the ground he practically throws himself down the stairs, eager to get out of view when the patient comes to investigate.
Looking around for a hiding spot, Waylon is briefly shocked to see rows of sewing machines. He must have made his way over to the omegan side of the facility. This is great news because there should theoretically only be two omegas here, if even that. Omegas tend to hide when in uncertain environments so he shouldn't have to worry about being attacked unless he enters their nesting space.
The hair on the back of his neck stands on end when he suddenly hears raspy giggling and a mechanism whirring to life.
"He delivered himself! I can't believe it," Waylon catches a glimpse of the patient that was chasing him in the attic as the stairs fold back into the ceiling, laughing to himself like a hyena. "Come get your bride Mr. Gluskin..."
Heart racing, the omega whips around and expects to see whoever this 'Mr. Gluskin’ is but the room remains empty and eerily quiet. Maybe the patient is just imagining someone is down here. Gripping his camera and beginning the silent journey deeper into the room, he hopes it's true.
He records the room briefly before deciding to turn off the camera, aware that he only has two batteries left. He shouldn't waste them in an empty room. Waylon draws a finger across one of the large sewing machines in passing and wonders if anyone had ever used them. His mind wanders to nights spent with his mother, small hands clumsy attempting to imitate his mothers knitting as she sat next to him on their large floral couch. He had always been closer with her than his father, but that wasn't due to his father being cruel or anything. His father just worked almost nonstop, always wanting to make sure his family had a place to sleep and food in their belly. Memories of his father were fuzzy and there weren't many of them. Half asleep and being carried to bed in strong arms while his parents talked in hushed voices, puffing his chest out in pride when he was praised by a warm hand ruffling his hair for good grades, a warm side to cuddle into on cold nights with his mothers hand was held in his fathers in his lap.
His mother was a stern but loving woman, the attitude born out of being the wife of an overworked factory employee. She had to make sure the house was in tiptop shape, this included the handywork and yard work. She only wanted her exhausted husband to come home to a warm meal and a cozy bed, he had enough to worry about and it made her feel good to lessen his load. Waylon had seen first hand how tired his mother was and so he did everything he could to help lighten her load. He was skilled in many things because of this upbringing and he was thankful for it. He paid his parents back by funding their living habits once he graduated college and was happy to see the two finally get the rest they deserved.
Sadly not long after they entered their retirement his mother got cancer. When Waylon had found out he had instantly reassured his mother he would pay for her treatment and to only worry about getting better but in the end she couldn't beat it and passed away. Waylon had never seen his father cry before and he never did see him cry again after he walked into the hospital room to his father clutching his mothers cooling hand. A few days later Waylon found his father had passed away in his sleep. Doctors said nothing was wrong with him, he had simply passed on, something he was reassured can happen when a mates bond is strong enough, even with beta's.
His parents' passing was one of the reasons he had even taken the job at Murkoff. Paying for his mothers treatments, and then both of his parents' funerals had been a costly affair and had blown a huge chunk out of his savings. If only he had known where he would have ended up, he wouldn't have come. Hopefully if he doesn't escape, his pay makes its way to Lisa and his boys.
Shaking his head clear of the memories, Waylon continues and is shocked to notice that the cabinet that has fabrics and sewing supplies had been broken into. The sewing machine closest to it had clearly been used and had scraps of fabric littered on the table and floor. Gulping, he decides to be more careful moving forward. It's clear he's not alone here.
He moves deeper into the rooms, one filled with large machinery, another seemingly a storage space with a gated off area to the side. Strangely after a certain point he hears faint music, that only gets louder the more he walks.
The omega strains his ears, listening for any sounds beyond the music, frightened that he's stumbled upon the doctors and scientists hiding spot. But the only thing he hears is the soft music going in and out from the bad signal. Still, he continues towards it cautiously. He quietly pushes open the door leading to the room the music is coming from, sniffing to see if anyone is inside. The only smell is the same scent of rotting flesh that carries through the whole facility, but here it's strong. Waylon's stomach sinks. Perhaps this 'Mr. Gluskin' wasn't part of the patient's imagination after all.
Carefully creeping into the room, he gently closes the door behind him and slowly slinks towards the divider illuminated by the light on the other side. Waylon peeks around the divider and while he doesn't see anyone he gags at the sight before him.
Displayed grotesquely on a medical bed is a dead alpha that has been horribly disfigured. His head is covered in a white bag and his chest has been cut open to shove, what he assumes is, fabric inside only to be stitched back up, clearly imitating breasts. His legs are strapped in a birthing position and spread wide and it's clear he has been castrated and a crude imitation of a vagina has been cut in its place. A head is shoved into the bloody opening and Waylon dazedly realizes someone has staged a birth. The radio on the table on the far wall is sickeningly calm in the face of this scene and Waylon feels nauseous. Underneath the foul scent of blood and rot there is a strong smell, a familiar musk Waylon can't place his finger on.
Waylon's core gives a sharp cramp once the smell registers and he can't help the soft cry at the pain. He isn't sure if his body is still going through the process of becoming an omega or if even worse, it's in the beginning stages of a heat. He has obviously never had a heat to be able to tell, and even if he had it's hardly something he can focus on at this moment.
Huffing in pain the omega decides to keep moving, who knows if whoever did this is still around. Waylon certainly does not wish to find out.
Quickly weaving through the next rooms, he wonders how many sewing tables are truly needed. A sudden flash of movement at the far end of the room causes him to pause, fear racing up his spine in a sharp chill. Deciding to go to the left instead of towards the person deeper in the room, Waylon quickly goes for the door on the side and slips out into the hallway. It's eerily quiet and to Waylon's dismay almost every door is locked. Eyes trailing to the last door, he is relieved to find it is unlocked, although it looks like it was busted open.
It's clear that it was busted open when the moment he steps into the quiet room he is tackled to a nearby table by a heaving alpha. Waylon cries out, the sound shrill to his own ears and strange sounding. Waylon of course has heard of omegan cries before, a shrill sound meant to attract the attention of an alpha to help them when they're in distress. But knowing about something and hearing it come out of his own mouth are two completely different experiences.
"Shut up !" The man hisses, looking around wildly as his sweaty hand squeezes Waylon's mouth painfully. "Do you want him to find us?"
Frustrated tears bud in the omegas eyes as he struggles against the firm grip, terror ripping through him as the alpha's gaze goes hazy and drool starts to drip from his mouth.
"Why do you smell like that?" He pants as his fingers dig harshly into his jaw, Waylon flinching at the ominous creak of his jaw bone. "Hey... Why do you smell like that?"
The alpha begins to sound delirious as he noses at Waylon's temple and inhales deeply before gnashing his teeth with sharp clicks next to the blonde's ear. "You smell sweet..." He pants against the omegas temple, "stay quiet... we have to be quiet ..." He seems to be struggling with saying something and slobbering all over Waylon's throat. The blonde’s struggles lose some of their strength when his senses are overwhelmed by a strong musk, his eyes blinking slowly as he tries to understand why he feels so sluggish. Is this what an alpha's scent does to an omega? The alpha pinning him down stands up suddenly with a snarl and Waylon hisses instinctively.
His head jerks back in shock when something warm sprays across his face, and for a brief moment Waylon thinks the alpha just spat his venom at him. An unconscious swipe of his tongue over his lips however shows that his face is covered in a metallic fluid. A confused sound breaks past Waylon's lips, his brain still foggy as the alpha gurgles wetly and paws at his chest where a dark stain is spreading.
'Oh,' Waylon blinks as the Alpha that had been pinning him slides off of the knife impaling him from behind, hitting the floor with a thud. ' That's blood. '
The blondes pupils blow wide as he locks eyes with familiar glowing blue eyes.
" Darling," A deep voice purrs, white teeth blinding in a sharp smile, " There you are ."
Gasping as his heart thunders in his chest, Waylon can only watch in silent horror as the large alpha steps uncaringly over the dead alpha now on the ground at his feet. The omega recognizes this alpha, he was there the day he was caught. The same musk that had entranced him that day through the cracks in the glass was suffocating him now, thinking was nearly impossible through the haze. But something that did stand out was the way the alpha's eyes glowed an icy blue, piercing and shiny with an emotion Waylon wasn't sure of. A voice whispers in his mind almost too soft to understand, a warning and a cry of joy. Not only was this alpha a prime alpha, he was his prime alpha. The overpowering musk, rich like dark chocolate accompanied by the sharp tang of a blood orange, was drowning the new omega as he tried to understand two things at once.
One, he was not an omega, he was a prime omega. It was clear to him now that he had begun his presentation that very day when he first saw this man. And second, he was going into heat- was being thrown into heat, by this alpha's overpowering rut. The prime alpha's pheromones drenched the room as soon as he stepped into it, the smell so thick in the air Waylon's mouth watered.
A large warm hand reaches out to cup his cheek, a pleasant voice tutting in displeasure.
"Darling, why would you let that filth touch you? Aren't I enough for you?" A thumb presses down on a sore spot on his jaw, no doubt a bruise is already forming. "I've been looking for you, and where do I find you? cuddled up with some vermin like a common slut ."
A whine breaks free from his throat at the chastising tone, something inside of him is scrabbling to regain this man's approval. Another part is screaming at himself to do something, anything , other than laying there in front of a knife wielding psycho. Crooning lowly the prime alpha drags a thumb across Waylon's lip, hushing him gently.
"Oh I know, you cannot help but be this way. It's in your nature, after all." The tone is pacifying in a mocking way, "Once I make an honest woman out of you, I won't tolerate slip ups anymore."
"Now, you stay here my love. I'm going to dispose of this garbage before making sure you're ready for our union. I want everything perfect for our big day," The crazed look in his eyes clashes with the sweet tone of his voice.
Heartbeat racing Waylon suddenly realizes the alpha has sewn together a suit of sorts. The white buttoned up shirt (possibly taken from a doctor?),a thickly stitched vest along with matching arm bands, black slacks stained with blood and sharp black boots. His brain feels like it's fighting to walk through syrup as he watches the prime alpha heave the dead body over his shoulder, humming happily as he disappears from the door. The prime omega struggles to stand, crying out sharply at the sharp twist in his gut. Shaking his head to try and clear the fog, Waylon decides to take advantage of the prime alphas absence to make a run for it, clearly he is not someone Waylon wants to stick around.
He pretends to not hear the voice in his mind insisting that wasn't true.
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It seems the prime alpha has found keys and is the one locking all of the doors. Thankfully, he seemed to have slipped up and Waylon is able to slip through an opened door into a new hallway. The prime omegas eyes flutter at the overwhelming wave of pheromones drenching this hallway- its clear a rutting alpha has claimed his den in this area. That realization adds a healthy dose of caution to his already paranoid mind.
" When I was a boy, my mother said to me, " A chill races down Waylon's spine at the smooth voice approaching, quickly he ducks into the room next to him. " Get married son, and see how happy you will be... "
The man continues to sing sweetly as Waylon ventures further into the room, relieved to see it branches off into another room that has a door at the other end. Hopefully the patient outside is too busy singing and patrolling his area to realize which room he's gone into. It's already clear he has forgotten about him, since he isn't searching for his runaway. Biting his lip nervously ( 'Is it nerves? ' a soft voice whispers in his mind, 'or is it excitement? ) Waylon edges his way around the many tables in the room. Once he reaches the door he is disappointed to find it locked. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the room is still empty- he briefly considers trying to break the door down. Turning back to the door he can't help but jump back at the face pressed to the glass.
" Darling! " The voice is thrilled, genuinely sounding like a husband being reunited with their loved partner.
Heartbeat loud in his ears, the blonde watches as the tall man disappears down the hallway, stomach sinking when he realizes it's towards the door he came in through.
"Did I frighten you? I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to," A deep clear voice carries through the room, accompanied by slow steps. Hackles raising Waylon quickly slides underneath a nearby table, praying that he is somehow able to slip past the patient.
A table in the attached room is suddenly pushed aside, the legs scraping against the floor with a shriek. The prime alpha hums in disappointment before continuing deeper into the room, towards Waylon. "We've met before, haven't we? I know I've seen your face." The voice is deceptively charming, a part of waylon preens at the thinly veiled pleasure in the man's voice. "Maybe... Just before I woke up?" A closet is opened, the silence ringing in the air for a few moments before he sweetly continues, "Though it seems like a dream now, being here with you..."
"Love at first sight," He croons.
Tensing when the large patient appears in the opening between the rooms, Waylon prays that the primes' own overwhelming pheromones will stop him from being able to pinpoint which table he is crouched under. Sharp blue eyes peer into the room before they dart towards the door Waylon had encountered the prime at. The sweet smile slips away into an intent almost crazed look.
"Let me fill you up."
A violent shiver wracks through the omega prime's body, Waylon's core clenching. "You don't have to be alone anymore," he breathes, eyes intent as he begins circling the room. The prime omega tenses when the prime alpha bends down to look under a table across the room, heart thundering when bright blue eyes flick up and lock onto his. A wicked smile shines on the patient's face as he stands and sidesteps the table, "Darling, there you are! What on earth are you doing on the floor?"
The approaching prime alpha, the heat spreading through his body, the excited voice in his mind all becomes too much but also just enough. A thrill races through him and before he even fully understands what he is doing he is out from his hiding spot and halfway to the previously locked door. A furious ( excited? ) snarl sounds through the room behind him as heavy footfalls give chase.
A sane part of him says this feeling thrumming through him must be his natural desire to instigate a mating chase. Clearly the prime alpha is already compatible with him, just his scent made him present after all. But omegas and alphas have a natural urge to prove their strength and there is no better way than a mating chase. After all, if an alpha cannot even catch their omega what good are they?
Skidding into the hallway a quick glance shows only one door that's cracked open, and he doesn't have time to test the rest of them. A white gown displayed at the end of the hallway ( "Come get your bride Mr. Gluskin..." ) makes a part of him whine and wish it could pause to admire the handiwork. The door he had previously closed slamming open behind him was enough deterrent against that want however. Thankfully every room he goes into has another door waiting to be opened or simply needs to have a blockade pushed away, he quickly finds himself deep inside of the prime alphas territory, their pheromones only growing stronger. They make his chest swell with each deep inhale, his head spinning and movements becoming sloppy, eyes less observant. The very reason he suddenly finds himself at a dead end, the only opening being an empty elevator shaft dimly lit, with a questionably safe ladder attached to the far wall.
Panting and clutching his cramping stomach, although its probably a cramping uterus now that he thinks about it, the prime omega decides to just say fuck it and jump for the ladder. Before his feet can fully lift the deep voice that had been pursuing him rings out in a clear sharp voice.
" Omega, stop! "
It's like all of his muscles lock up at once when the command rips through him and he is sent tumbling over the edge of the elevator shaft when he is unable to catch himself. His breath is knocked from his body when he hits the hard metal of the elevator that was thankfully only a single floor down. A whine escapes from between clenched teeth and tears drip out from clenched shut eyes as he tries to break free from the command holding his body rigid.
"Oh god. Oh god, are you ok?" The prime leans into the opening above him, eyes wild with distress. "Tell me you're okay, omega."
A keening sob breaks past his lips at the thinly veiled command, brain fighting between answering and recovering from the jarring fall. "I-i'm ok "
The man sighs and places a hand on his chest in relief, "oh good, I would hate to think of you suffering without me." His tone is sweet but his face quickly darkens with displeasure. "Why... why would you do something like that to yourself?"
Thankfully Waylon can move and he quickly pushes himself up to look at his throbbing leg. There doesn't seem to be any visible damage, hopefully he just bruised or sprained it. Wearily he glances up at the large patient who just seems to be getting angrier.
"You'd rather... die than be with me?" Even if Waylon had an answer, he wasn't given a moment to say it before the prime alpha stepped back and closed the gate to the elevator.
"Then die."
The blonde's heart jumps in fear when the elevator lurches to life and he quickly realizes that the deranged patient intends to crush him against the ceiling. Gasping he grits his teeth through the pain as he forces himself to roll into the opening in front of him, huffing against the dirty floor as the elevator continues to rise.
"Omega? Where have you...?" A deep inhale before a triumphant sound echoes down the elevator shaft, "Ha, then we continue."
' Great, ' He thinks to himself as he lays there, ' can't wait. '
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After catching his breath, Waylon carefully pushes himself to stand, gingerly putting weight on his leg and sighing in relief when it doesn't immediately give out. Looking around the dark hallway, he is distressed to find it is clearly still the prime alphas territory. Although this particular hallway didn't seem to be as densely coated in pheromones. Pushing into the doorway in front of him, he's surprised to see it's a psychiatrist's office. Murkoff had forced him to speak to multiple in his time held captive, but their main purpose was simply reporting the effects of the machine on the patients.
The room itself seems to have been ransacked, papers scattered everywhere and filing cabinets toppled over. Strangely, a file sits unopened on the desk, a picture peeking out from the folder. Drawing closer, he's surprised to find the face, albeit less injured, of the patient that has been stalking him staring back at him. Ignoring the twinge of guilt, the prime omega quickly skims through the file, hoping to find any information to help fend off the prime alpha.
What he finds makes his stomach twist with sympathy.
A serial killer, specifically for female omegas. The notes state he is seemingly obsessed with having a perfect sitcom life and that he won't acknowledge he's killed anyone, even when faced with the pictures of the maimed bodies. A childhood filled with assault from both his father and his uncle, his own mother doing nothing to stop it. After being sexually assaulted for the majority of his childhood- (notes state that this was done to him to ‘fix’ him, and that he likely had homosexual tendencies or non masculine hobbies that set off a conservative family)- he ended up killing both his father and uncle. It seems the patient (‘ Eddie ’ he notes glancing at the top of the file) refuses to acknowledge the horrific parts of his life, or maybe even he truly isn't aware.
That certainly explains the fascination Eddie seems to have with finding his ‘wife’. His mind is trying to fill the empty position in his perfect life, and likely his instincts are going haywire with no outlet other than maiming.
Just like prime omegas, if a prime alpha has nothing to dominate they will go insane and it can get to the point of a killing spree. Pairing Eddie’s trauma, it's really no wonder he turned out the way he did. Unfortunately this new information doesn't make Waylon feel better, and only raises his panic.
A door opening in a distant hallway causes his hair to stand on end, the humming accompanying it prompts the blonde to quickly search for a hiding spot. A locker in the dark corner is the only option he has and he is barely closing the door before Eddie enters the room.
His humming sounds almost amused as he walks the perimeter of the room, a hand covered by fingerless gloves trailing lightly along the desk. He pauses at the open file on the desk and Waylon curses himself for leaving it out, terrified it will send the alpha into a fit of rage. The silence drags for a few moments before the large man flips the file closed with one finger and sighs deeply.
“I know you’re near, omega,” he purrs, his deep voice carrying through the room. An amused smile curls his lips as he taps the side of his nose teasingly, “I can smell you close, darling.”
Sharp blue eyes trail around the cluttered room, darting from every possible hiding place before suddenly he leans casually back against the desk. Large muscular arms cross over an equally muscular chest while his hand loosely holds the large butcher's knife while he crosses one leg on the other. Slow blinks are accompanied by an amused tilt to his lips, “I can see what you are darling. You may have fooled those imbeciles, but you can't fool me darling.”
“That part of you the world sees, they think it's perfect. As God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There's something special about you. On the surface.”
‘What the fuck is he talking about’ Waylon cries silently to himself, praying some unfortunate fool shows up and distracts him.
“But when they look deeper, when anybody with eyes to see looks at what you truly are.”
’ How is he supposed to get out of here if the prime won't leave?’ a cold panic is beading on his forehead, completely ignoring what the prime alpha is carrying on about.
“That's why they don't trust you. You're not what you're meant to be. Not yet.” A pile of papers is nudged aside by a large foot before the prime alpha stands to his full height and begins roaming the room. “This place can see into your mind. And the things you've done. Oh, they're a sin , darling.”
“But a flower is only as sweet as the soil that nourishes it. And yours needs nourishing…” He leans down to look underneath the desk, “and pruning…” Waylon flinches at the sharp kick sending the coffee table skidding across the floor, “and care.”
The prime alpha disappears from Waylon's limited point of view as he searches the room and Waylon prays that he somehow makes it out of this without the crazed prime finding him. Panting quietly in the enclosed space he strains to hear what is happening outside of the locker, now strangely silent.
“Hmm, close. I can..” A voice purrs, shockingly close, “the smell of my love's ardor. Darling, you can't hide from me.”
Panic choking him, Waylon slams into the locker door to flee but it seems the alpha has locked it somehow. Waylon had unknowingly trapped himself for the alpha’s waiting hands. A startled hiss escapes him as the locker is dropped to the ground and blue eyes peer through the small opening at him. His mind is warring between terror and thrilled excitement at being caught by the prime.
Baring small fangs in a snarl, Waylon's lips curl back to reveal the threatening display as his pupils shrink to thin slits. The prime alpha only croons softly at the display, clearly amused.
“What a scary kitten you are, darling. Such a fierce little thing.” Tutting, Eddie grabs the locker and begins the process of dragging it off to god knows where. “Worry not, Darling. Your alpha is here now so there is no need for such displays.”
“You have made yourself into such a tempting gift for me. A delicacy to be unwrapped and-- unwrapped again. And savored.” Pausing in dragging the locker, the prime alpha leans over the smile blindingly through the gaps in the locker, “I’ll be sure to return your gift ten fold. Provide for you, care for you, and protect you. As any decent alpha would.”
“P-please,” Waylon begs wobbly, deciding to try a new tactic, “j-just let me go. I won't bother you again! I swear I'll leave!”
Continuing as if the prime omega had not spoken, the prime huffs out between strong pulls on the locker, “I've been a little vulgar. I know. And I want to say, I'm sorry. I just…” the locker rocks as it's dragged over a raised doorway, “you know how a man gets when he wants to know a woman. But after the ceremony, when I've made an honest woman of you... I promise I'll be a different man.”
Pushing against the door with all of his might, another keen breaks free from his mouth. Waylon is slowly realizing if he cannot get away from this alpha he will never escape from this hell. Either because he's been killed by this hulking man or…
The second option seems unlikely to the young man, after all this alpha doesn't even seem to be aware that he has an actual omega in his grip. He speaks to him about fixing him, making him into a proper omega. Waylon wonders if letting him continue with this delusion is the right choice or if he should attempt to make the alpha understand his true nature. However that path could just as easily lead to death if the omegas killed in the past by this alphas hands are anything to go by.
Eddie bares his teeth in a frustrated snarl as he pauses in moving the locker for a moment.
“I want a family, a legacy. To be the father I never had. I'll never let anything happen to our children. Not like…”
Shaking his head, the prime continues the journey in silence, ignoring any pleas Waylon makes. After some time, the blonde's world is shaken as the alpha props the locker up to stand straight. Blinking rapidly at the change in position, Waylon blinks dazedly as the alphas voice carries over from off to the side.
“You'll have to wait here. I know you must be just as eager as I am to consummate our love. But try to enjoy the anticipation. I know I will,” He drawls teasingly.
Gasping Waylon stares in horror at the table a few feet in front of the locker. It has a fucking saw on it and the prime omegas mind is quick to present images of what the patient has been using it for.
“Here darling, this will help you to relax while I prepare for the big day,” the giddy tone of voice is accompanied by a mask being held up to the opening. Flinching back when gas suddenly pours out from it, Waylon tries to hold his breath but before long his world begins to dim.
“ Sleep well, darling, ” mockingly chases him into the darkness.
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Waylon doesn't know how much time passes as he goes in and out of consciousness. He has brief memories of Eddie’s voice soothingly talking to what he assumes is alphan patients the man had captured as he tries to ‘fix’ them.
“Darling, I need you to try to bleed less. I know the fairer sex often endure the same wounds with more suffering, but you really need to make an effort…No. I'm so sorry, darling. Love isn't for everybody. ”
“Hold still now, darling. All these unsightly hairs. Oh! Silky smooth. Like a little girl again. Now the more delicate bits…”
“You've given up. You're ugly and you've given up on love. You're not even worth stringing up. Bleed here... and die.”
He suddenly comes to as he is heaved out of the locker, uncaringly draped over a thick arm. Unconsciously Waylon nuzzles into the muscular bicep to breathe in the rich scent surrounding him. His mind feels like it's encased in thick syrup, every thought slow and every motion delayed. His fever is worse and the fiery sensation in his core has increased exponentially.
“Oh, Darling!” A cheery voice greets, the chest rumbling where it's pressed to his body as he deposits the prime omega onto the table. “We’re almost ready for our big day! Just a few more loose ends to dispose of and then you’ll be perfect .”
A firm hand presses down his chest, the heat of the wide palm spreading through the thin layer of his jumpsuit. “You have amazing bone structure,” Waylon leans into the hand that caresses his cheek fleetingly, “Such soft skin. You're going to be beautiful.”
Preening at the compliment the prime omega sleepily blinks as Eddie stands straight and continues to speak, his voice an anchor in his muddled mind.
“A woman... has to suffer some things. It's not pleasant, I know. But just try to... endure. For my sake. For the sake of our children.” The firm voice is accompanied by a deceptively placating smile. “It won't take long. A few snips of the flesh here, and here,” Waylon isn't sure if he should shy away from the soft touch against his chest and inner thigh or press into it. “Cut away everything.... vulgar . A soft place to welcome my seed. To grow our family.”
A voice in the back of his mind screams for him to do something as the large male begins unzipping his jumpsuit, warning bells sounding in his head. He can't think of a reason why however. His mind won't seem to cooperate, only interested in the alpha before him and the heat that's turned into an inferno between his legs. After All this alpha has more than proven his worth, hasn't he? He's caught him and now he plans to mate him- breed him. For some reason the voice in his mind disagrees and begs for him to go before-
A sharp inhale sounds from the end of the table, followed by complete silence. Waylon chirps questioningly and notices while he had been distracted the Alpha had apparently stripped him fully. The towering male was now frozen at Waylon’s feet, unnerving blue eyes trained in between the prime omegas spread thighs. A firm calloused hand clenched on one of the chubby thighs, firmly pressing it to spread wider. In his clouded state of mind Waylon sees no issue with this and actively spreads his legs for the prime alpha, baring his penis and drooling cunt to the intense gaze.
Waylon shivers as he watches the prime alphas pupils blow wide, only a thin ring of blue to be seen at the edges. Confusing the smaller man on the table, Eddie doesn't move even after having himself barred so completely. A questioning chirp drawls from his throat as he spreads his thighs wider, bringing his legs up to his chest, hoping to entice the patient. A scratchy sound bursts from the prime alphas chest, stuttering as if he is unused to making such a sound, before smoothing out into a deep purr. Eddie’s rich scent has spread tenfold in the already drenched room and Waylon's own, rich coffee with a hint of caramel, mixes with it causing his eyes to droop in pleasure.
An answering purr bursts from his chest, and he’s pleased to see the alpha is finally leaning forward to inhale deeply, mouth slightly parted. Preening smugly, Waylon arches his hips invitingly.
“ Darling… ” He snarls, hand digging into the wooden pole at the end of the table, “Such a slut… I-”
Waylon flinches when another smell invades his nostrils moments before another alpha slams into Eddie, mouth foaming and eyes wild. Scrambling into a sitting position at the far end of the table he watches in awe as Eddie recovers in a moment before lunging at the other patient. It's clear the strong smell of a prime omega in heat has drawn interest, but typically the equally strong scent of a prime alpha in rut would deter all but other prime alphas. It seems this alpha is crazy enough to challenge the larger man anyways.
It is clear he quickly realizes the error of his ways and he scrambles away, yelping as Eddie gives chase with loud snarls. A moment later the blonde is left alone, the only sound is his harsh breathing and the faint sound of screaming that soon disappears entirely.
Heart thundering, Waylon has a brief moment of shock before he feels his heart cave in on itself. Rejection of all things is tearing him to shreds as a sob builds in his chest.
‘ Alpha left? Why?’ Wiping pitifully at the steadily dripping tears, he shakily stands up from the table. Clutching his head he glances wearily around the room as he struggles with the grief suffocating him. Groaning he digs the heel of his hand into his eye, clarity steadily returning. ‘ God, what was wrong with him?! Was this what being an omega meant? Losing control of his own actions?’ Sneering at himself, Waylon presses a hand into his churning gut, ‘God Eddie is right, he is acting like a slut.’
He knows, logically, he is being unfair to himself. Not only has he presented suddenly and unexpectedly, he did it in the worst place imaginable. He can only be thankful he did present as a prime omega, it was most likely the only reason he hasn't devolved into a full blown heat.
Well… that and the adrenaline constantly thrumming through him. His body wasn’t sure if it was meant to lay down and present or flee to safety.
Blinking around the empty room, he quickly pulls on the discarded jumpsuit and grabs his camera. He should take this chance to flee. He has no idea when Eddie will reappear and there is no telling what he will do when he does.
But…
He doesn't want to admit it but an increasingly large part of him is actually offended. The prime alpha had a willing omega, a prime omega, right in front of him. And he had abandoned him to go chase after some alpha. A part of him was attracted to the display of strength, his quick response to protect. But rather than killing the alpha and returning to the welcoming warmth that Waylon was offering he had let the alpha slip from his grasp and then chased him so far that the blonde couldn't even hear him. Abandoned his omega to fend off any unwanted suitors is his delicate state.
Stumbling forward he quickly retreats deeper into the room. His instincts are screaming at him to find somewhere safe- somewhere to nest . This room is too open, and too exposed now that the dominating prime alpha is gone. Blood is pounding as his brain goes into overdrive, all of his senses dulling as he flees.
A muffled voice calls out to him but Waylon is sent into further panic, unable to recognize the prime alpha who is giving chase suddenly. A window beckons him at the end of the hallway and Waylon throws himself out of it, feeling fingers barely brushing the back of his jumpsuit before he is hurtling to the ground. A cry bursts from his mouth when he hits the ground, a light rain coating him in a thin layer of water. He only allows a moment to catch his breath before he is scrambling up and disappearing into the ajar door in front of him.
The muffled voice screams into the abandoned yard behind him but Waylon can't understand what it's saying.
The door shuts behind him and he quickly scans the hallway in front of him, eyes adjusting in the almost complete darkness. Like nearly every hallway in this damned building, it's a mess. Waylon makes his way deeper and finds himself standing in an abandoned kitchen. The dead body hanging from an air vent makes it clear it wasn't always abandoned and therefore it is not a suitable place for his nest.
It's strange giving into these base desires swirling through his mind. One part of him is pleading with him to continue with his escape from the building, while another is begging for a safe place to retreat to, and a warm body to curl into and take -
Shaking his head he continues forward. It's clear he isn't in any condition to be running around so in the end he has to give in to the urge to nest. He is new to these kinds of things so it's best he listens to his inner omega, sometimes at least.
Shimmying into the air vent not occupied by a dead body, he quickly makes his way to the next room. The smell of rot hits him before he gets to the end of the vent, warning him of what waits in the next room. Peering cautiously out of the vent, scanning for any threats, he is curious to see a plethora of ropes tied tightly to a base in the middle of the gymnasium. Following the lengths up he is met with the sight of multiple bodies dangling from the ceiling, each one an alpha or beta that has been castrated.
This must be the handiwork of his alpha. Although he doesn't approve, Waylon can't deny the flush of pleasure that spreads through him like a way at the display of strength. He is still sour with the other man however so he quickly peers around the room to make sure it's empty before dropping down from the vent. While the display of strength is attractive, the room smells awful. He quickly makes his way out and manages to duck into a locker room just as sweet singing begins from further away.
“ When I was a boy my mother often said to me…”
Glancing around as the alpha’s crooning voice echoes hauntingly off the walls the blonde decides to slide into a nearby locker. The alpha doesn't sound like he is close, but he would rather be safe than sorry.
After a few moments the voice fades away and silence is left behind. Not wanting to waste a second Waylon quickly darts from the locker and back out into the hallway. While he may be upset with his chosen alpha- god what is wrong with him - he also understands having a nest in his territory is probably his safest bet. The heavy pheromones will ensure the majority of alphas will avoid the area entirely and the alphas who do trespass won’t find mercy at the hands of the prime.
A sudden cramp in his core causes him to stumble as he gasps and tries to ignore the heat flaring to life. He can't let his heat consume him, not yet . He needs to find a nest and he needs to find it now . Ignoring the light glowing from a room off to the side, the prime omega instead slips over a table blocking off a deserted hallway. Quickly making his way down the hallway he is pleased to find multiple private rooms. Slipping into one he glances around and purrs at the sight of two twin mattresses, each on opposite ends of the room, and a supply of blankets and pillows in the cabinet.
Quickly he pushes the beds together in the furthest corner from the door and then he lets his instincts take over as he begins constructing a nest. Hands shove pillows into place to make up the base of the nest and he weaves the blankets through to hold them steady. After a few moments he steps back to admire his handiwork.
While it may not be perfect it's still enough. Quickly the omega buries himself into the blankets and begins scenting the fabric. He resolutely ignores the part of him that whines at the lack of the prime alpha’s scent. His cunt is throbbing, and if the slick slide of his thighs is anything to go by, it's been continuously leaking slick as well.
Whining softly into the heavily scented fabric, Waylon finally decides to fully embrace his building heat. He’ll need to take care of himself as best as he can, though it's not like he doesn't know his way around a vagina. He was - is?- married to a beta woman after all. While there were no romantic feelings beyond basic affection there was certainly passion in the bedroom.
Squirming out of the soiled jumpsuit and setting his camera on the floor- after obsessively checking that its off and not recording- he rolls to his back and spreads his thighs wide. There was a mirror on the wall in front of him and Waylon takes a moment to observe his new anatomy. His cock is swollen with pleasure and laying against a bed of black hair ( so he isn't a natural blonde, sue him ), clear beads of pre cum pooling at the head. Directly below is what truly draws his gaze, the sight almost unreal.
Soft chubby lips, one with a dark mole on the skin, are shining with slick. Reaching down the prime omega spreads himself with two fingers and shivers as the cool air hits the warm pink flesh. Heavy lids fall over eyes with blown pupils as he watches his pussy twitch at the slight stimulation. Just the sight of himself already has him going and Waylon wastes no more time before gathering some of the slick onto his fingers and dragging them over his cock.
His head falls back into the nest, eyes closing as his fingers drag along his aching length. It's not large, more wide that it is long, but this simply makes it easier for the prime to massage the swollen flesh between two of his knuckles. Curiously he tweaks one of his nipples, wondering if the sensitivity in those had changed as well, only to keen in shock at the electric pleasure that shoots through his body. Clearly they had been affected. However it was too much for the already overly sensitive man so he leaves them be to instead reach down and prod at his dripping entrance. Rubbing slowly at his swollen cockhead, he closes his eyes in pleasure as one of his fingers slides inside his cunt, walls fluttering around the digit.
“Mnnf, fuck- ” he gasps as he brushes against that spot inside that he remembers from his times with Lisa. It feels similar to when he has had his prostate massaged by his own fingers or Lisa's gentle ones. His toes curl as he massages firmly on the swollen bulb of flesh whimpering at the intense pleasure. It's not long before his vision is going white and he’s seizing with pleasure, slick squirting from his throbbing cunt.
Panting as he comes down from his high, Waylon is pleased to find exhaustion pulling at his heavy lids. Maybe it's not smart, but deep in the prime alphas territory- in a full blown heat- Waylon falls asleep, buried underneath a pile of blankets.
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A rhythmic sound pulls Waylon from his sleep. Blinking in the warm darkness of his blanket pile he squints as he tries to understand what he’s hearing. It sounds wet and strangely his body seems to be moving in time with the sounds. Moaning irritably, the sleepy omega goes to stretch only to realize he can’t.
Waylon almost blacks out when a flood of sensations hit him all at once as he fully wakes up.
He has been flipped onto his stomach and is being held up by his hips to take the huge cock currently hammering against his cervix. His cunt is throbbing and his nipples are sore from where they are scraping back and forth over the bed sheets, hands clawing into the fabric as he drools and gasps.
“Finally, awake omega?” A strained voice snarls behind him, heavy hips slamming against his ass with each firm thrust.
Not trusting himself to speak- honestly he wasn't sure he even could form a sentence right now- Waylon simply moans desperately, squinted eyes looking over his shoulders as the blankets slide away fully from his body. Eddie is towering over him- still fully dressed, only his cock is pulled free from drooping pants- hands like vices where they are tightly gripping the prime omega’s hips, blue eyes bright and wild as he bares his teeth in a dangerous smile.
“You tempt me minx,” Waylon’s toes flix where they dangle in the air, “And now look what you’ve made me do? Tasting this delicacy before our wedding. Slut -” Eddie pauses his brutal thrusting for a moment to grind deeply inside of him, “ Whore. ”
“W-what,” Waylon chitters, “Does that make you , t-then?” He lays his cheek against the sheets as the thrusts pick up speed again, one of his hands reaching down to play with his cock where it hangs untouched.
An amused huff stutters out between harsh panting a moment before a heavy hand locks around his neck from behind and squeezes warningly.
“Don’t test my patience, darling. You’re on thin ice as is.”
An apologetic whine is heard while the prime omega bares his neck, hazy eyes looking at the prime alpha from underneath lowered lashes.
If he had a moment to think- perhaps he would be panicking at how easily he had accepted the alpha fucking him while he was sleeping. He may even have a crisis on the morals of the act itself, possibly would feel guilty over having no remorse for sleeping with someone other than his wife.
But he doesn't have a moment.
All he can think about is the pleasure holding him captive, both literally and figuratively. And if the way the alpha suddenly begins to push him further into the bed so he can kneel on the mattress behind him is any indication, he will have more than enough time to panic when they are locked together.
The larger male snarls as he blankets the moaning prime omega’s body with his own, sharp teeth snapping threateningly next to his neck. The action only causes Waylon to keen loudly and bare his neck further to the dangerous mouth. A part of him dryly notes that if this is where he dies, it could be worse.
Tears of pleasure build in his eyes as Eddie suddenly changes the angle of his thrusts and drags just right over the sweet spot inside him on every thrust. Mouth hanging open the blonde quickly spreads his legs further, pussy squeezing in a vice grip as his orgasm draws nearer. A warm mouth works its way down his neck, pausing at the bend of his shoulder to drag sharp teeth across the flushed skin.
“I had wanted to claim you at our wedding-” Eddie hisses as his hips work his cock deeper into the smaller man's cunt, the fat head grinding against his cervix attempting to break through, “but clearly you had other plans. My little minx, couldn't wait any longer, hmm?”
Growling lowly, Waylon reaches back to fist a hand in the collar of his shirt and yank him closer. “If you don't, shut up and knot me right now I will go and fuck the first Alpha I see."
Eddie snarls ferally in response and arches up to squeeze both hands around the omega’s neck as his thrusts pick up speed. The tell tale swelling, both at the base and under the tip of the prime alpha’s cock, signals their frenzied coupling is about to reach its climax. Waylon is sure it will end with him mated and his only thought is that he hopes he passes out right after.
Vision darkening at the edges from the firm grip around his throat, Waylon doesn't know what to focus on- the hands choking the life out of him or the cock fucking his soul out.
And then- finally - the head of the primes cock pops through, instantly swelling to lock it in place as the knot at the base of his dick does the same. Thick ropes of cum shoot into his waiting womb and Waylon just knows he is going to be leaving this encounter pregnant. The teeth sinking into his scent gland, ensure this. Instantly a tidal wave of pleasure sends the prime omega over the edge, his cunt milking the fat cock stuck inside him. Vision going red, the second the hands around his neck loosen and brace against the bed in front of his face- Waylon shoots forward and sinks his teeth into the wrists scent gland, effectively sealing the mating.
Waylon shivers when another round of sperm is let loose inside of him, eyes heavy as he digs his teeth in, refusing to let go.
Eddie groans from where his own teeth are still locked in the omegas shoulder- his heavy body trapping the omega against the bed. The smaller male can't help the purr that builds in his chest as finally the raging inferno in his gut is slightly cooled. The answering purr rumbling from Eddie is a pleasant send off as Waylon promptly passes out.
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He’s alone when he wakes up.
If it weren't for the severe aches- and the bruised handprints making a collar on his neck- he would have thought he dreamed of the patient's presence.
Taking advantage of the moment of solitude, Waylon considered whether he was upset by this new development. Not only is he mated, he is also pregnant if the sudden lack of burning need is anything to go by. The only time a heat ends early is if the omega was pregnant. Rubbing a soothing hand over his- currently- flat stomach he finds he isn't as upset as he thought he would be.
Realistically he wasn't leaving much behind. A wife who would forever put him in second place to some alpha who couldn't care less about her, dead parents, and a job that had imprisoned him. Truly the only thing he would miss was his boys. He could only hope when Lisa inevitably moved on that the person she picked treated them well. He smiles sadly and wonders how they would have reacted to having a new sibling. Would they have been excited for a new playmate? Or jealous of another person to share him with?
His mind wanders to the prime alpha patient he had spent his heat with, and realizes the other man's rut should be over as well. He wonders if the reason that Eddie was missing was because he had lost interest now that his rut had passed? Maybe the delusion of finding his ‘wife’ was simply dreamed up as a fantasy and now it has been dispelled?
His stomach twists uneasily at the thought of being abandoned and he can't help but silently chastise himself for the feeling.
A burst of gunfire suddenly sounds from somewhere outside, and Waylon sits up in panic.
“ Eddie!? ” His voice is shrill to his own ears as he stumbles out of the bed, quickly wiping the thick stream of cum leaking down his thigh with one of the blankets. He pulls his jumpsuit off of the ground but pauses at the sound of broken glass, glancing down and seeing his, now shattered, video camera.
His stomach twists uneasily as he looks at the broken device. All of the evidence he had compiled, all of the trouble he went through to get it, gone and meaningless in a second.
Another round of gunfire accompanied by screaming has Waylon shaking his head and quickly redressing. Moments later he flees the room, intent on finding his alpha.
The camera stays there, forgotten.
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Stumbling towards the gymnasium, the prime omega valiantly ignores the soreness radiating between his thighs. More screaming is echoing from the room and underneath all of them he can hear furious snarls that cause the hair on his neck to raise.
‘Alpha’
Bursting through the doors he only has a moment to take in the scene before him- Eddie flinging a soldier into the wall as another raises a gun at the prime’s back- before he is flinging himself forward to tackle the man to the ground. The gun fires into one of the many hanging bodies as he hits the floor hard with the feral omega ripping at his arms to try and get the gun.
Stars burst across his vision when the man drives his elbow into Waylon's nose, and only a single second passes where he prays his nose isn't broken before the man is being ripped away by an enraged Eddie. Rolling over, Waylon groans as his nose starts pouring blood, quickly pinching the soft tissue as the sounds of the soldier being torn apart by the furious male.
Blearily Waylon notices a pile of fruits and prepackaged snacks scattered near the wall, and warmth spreads through his chest. His alpha had been collecting food for him when he had been attacked.
“Darling, are you ok? Tell me you’re ok?” Firm hands grasp his cheeks to tilt his face upwards.
Waylon cradles the large hand against his cheek and stares -albeit hesitantly- into the bright blue eyes, “I’m fine…”
A part of him is still concerned about his earlier thoughts of being abandoned, but one inhale of the overly concerned scent and he relaxes into the hold. It's clear the other man is still interested in his new mate and has no plans of abandoning him. And maybe he shouldn't but Waylon feels exactly the same.
Seemingly surprised at the show of affection, Eddie blinks slowly for a minute before smiling almost shyly as he runs a thumb gently underneath Waylon’s eye.
Closing his eyes and relaxing into the hold, the two men enjoy the brief peaceful moment before another round of faint gunshots are heard. Stiffening and turning towards the general direction of the sound they both wait and listen for a moment. When no soldiers burst into the room the prime alpha sighs before quickly ushering the prime omega to stand.
“Lets not linger, my love,” He rumbles soothingly, a firm hand on his back as he leads him back towards the room his nest was in. But instead of returning to the room, Waylon is guided to the side where a bright light is set up and pointing into a long room. Waylon is shocked for a moment to see two dead bodies set up in an imitation of a wedding, and even stranger the ‘bride’ is holding a key.
Eddie strides forward and takes the key from the decaying fingers before guiding the blonde back into the hallway. After a brisk short walk they arrive at a locked gate leading into another wing of the building, and it's quickly pushed open after Eddie unlocks it with the key. The large man locks the door behind them to stop any pursuers before firmly grabbing Waylon's hand and dragging him down the new hallway.
“Where are we going?” Waylon gasped as he tried to keep up with the alpha’s quick pace, feet tripping over each other as he looked over his shoulder.
“It pains me to say, darling, but we need to leave. Its not safe here, not for us or our baby in your womb.” Blue eyes flicker towards his stomach before looking ahead as he pushes open another door.
Hearing another crowd of soldiers, Waylon crowds against Eddie's broad back and decides to save his questions for later. Now clearly isn't the time.
The only thing in his mind is making it to safety with his alpha and child.
Its all that matters.