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Childe was confident strolling through the grounds of the Taritsa’s palace with his new cloak wrapped tightly around his shoulders, blocking out the cold that was ever present even in the enclosed halls. Not only was he the first omega to become a harbinger, at seventeen, he was also the youngest ever. He knew that meant he was strong, and strength made him cocky.
And The Captain…? Well he was easily the one of the eleven harbingers who got under Childe’s skin the most. Sure some of the others looked down their nose at him, but as an omega he was used to that. No, what irritated him most of all was the stern alpha’s cold indifference. The Captain refused to even acknowledge him and he’d had enough. Guided by his arrogance, the next time they were both on respite from a mission, Childe approached him at the training grounds and threw down a challenge.
“If you think I am so far beneath you, then beating me in a fight should be easy.”
The man barely spared a glance in his direction Turning back to the gunner he was speaking with. Childe was fuming.
“Some alpha you are if you're scared to get your ass kicked by an omega!” Childe saw his shoulders tense and knew he had struck a nerve.
“Watch your mouth, Childe.” The first words Capitano had ever spoken to him and they were laced with anger. Good, anger was far from indifference and he could work with that.
“What? Worried that you won’t be able to beat a teenager and you’ll be replaced by the Tsaritsa’s side? Good, she doesn’t need some weak alpha protecting her anyway. I guess I’ll just have to report your surrende-” Before he could finish his taunt, The Captain spun on him, a large hand clasping around his throat and hoisting him into the air.
“Let’s get one thing straight, I will never surrender to the likes of you. A feeble thing like you doesn’t deserve the honor of standing by her majesty’s side. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave now before you get hurt.”
Childe stared into the void that was his face and could feel the smile that spread across his own expression. “Try me.”
Instead of trying to fight the hold around his throat by clawing at the held him, he wrapped his hands around the others forearm and swung his legs up wrapping around The Captain’s bicep. He forced his feet down and pressed his hips up. If Capitano wanted to keep use of his arm he would have to let go.
The alpha’s preservation instinct won out and he released Childe’s throat, the young harbinger wrested himself free and landed on his feet, immediately conjuring a weapon of pure hydro into his hand.
“Launching a surprise attack on an unarmed omega, you really must be scared to lose. That's such a shame, I thought for sure you would put up at least a little fight.”
“Why would I bother fighting you when I could bring you to your knees in an instant.”
Childe scoffed. “Yeah right.” He would never go down so easily, and The Captain thinking that he would lit a fire inside him. He adjusted his stance, ready to go on the offensive.
Before he could lunge into his attack, a booming command rang out. “Kneel!”
Childe's legs buckled beneath the weight of the alpha voice, and as much as he tried to break from it, the command was too strong and he fell to his knees with a whine.
“On your knees like a good little omega… Drop your weapons!”
A second order that he had no choice but to follow as his swords dematerialized. Childe had trained so hard in fighting off alpha commands, but this one… this one was different, much more powerful than any other he had seen before and it terrified him to have his control taken away so easily.
“Lift the command!” He spat with as much venom as he could muster.
“I don't think I will… and in fact, I think you need to be taught a lesson for your arrogance…”
Childe watched, unable to move as The Captain dismissed the others in the training arena leaving the two of them alone. He tried his best to fight off the panic, but when the other slipped off his helmet to reveal a monstrous face he was struck with fear and wracked with memories of his time in the abyss. He struggled against the command in vain, helpless as The Captain’s pants were stripped down, monstrous cock already hard. His gloves came off next, shadowy hands morphing into something sinister.
“I could command you to present for me, but then I would miss the look of fear in your eyes when you realize you chose the wrong opponent so instead… Don't Move!”
Another command and he was locked in place, only able to breath as he was forced to the ground and his clothes ripped away, only his cloak from the tsaritsa remained unharmed. The tentacles that had replaced one of The Captain’s hands held his hands securely above his head, the other seemed to extend wrapping around his neck and forcing its way down his throat.
It was cold, so cold it almost burned as it choked him, unbidden tears welling in his eyes as he struggled to breathe between gags. And then he felt it move inside of him and he wanted to scream. It felt wrong, things shouldn't move inside a body like that. He wanted to pull and to fight, but he was held captive inside his own body that betrayed him.
So caught up with the violation of his throat Childe missed the signs, until it was too late and that burning cold was forcing its way inside him from the other end.
“There it is…” the alpha purred. “That's the look. The fear, the pain, the helplessness… oh yeah,” he moaned and pushed deeper and deeper until his hips were flush with Childe's ass.
Then the moving started again. It was worse than before. He could feel the cock moving inside him, carving out space in his body deeper than anything had ever been or would ever be again. He would scream if he could.
It hurts
It hurts
IT HURTS!!
STOP
PLEASE STOP!
But his pleas were silenced, stolen from him along with his tears as the captain used his body.
He was lost in his own mind, he didn't notice when the command was lifted. The dark tendril slipped from his throat and he took a shuddering breath around the sobs that wracked his body.
“Please-” his voice was hoarse.
“Aw, please what… please stop? Is that what you were gonna say? That's not what your body is telling me. Just look at yourself.”
Childe looked down and gagged at the sight. He could see The Captain's dick moving and bulging beneath his skin, wriggling like a snake inside him, but even worse, his cock was hard and leaking.
“No I-”
“You're clenching down on me so hard, you can't hide it.”
Childe shook his head. He wanted to deny it, but then the other wrapped one of those burning tentacles around his cock and he sobbed as he came.
It wasn't…
He didn't…
He struggled with renewed vigor against the tentacle holding his hands locked above his head and The Captain laughed.
“Yes, fight, struggle, just like that…”
The harder he fought, the louder the captain moaned, until all movement stilled and Childe felt something even worse as he was filled. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to pretend it wasn't happening.
He didn't look as the tentacles left him empty and leaking. He kept his eyes closed until he heard The Captain’s footsteps retreating.
“Don't forget where you stand, omega. You may be a harbinger, but you are far beneath me, beneath all of us… Go get yourself cleaned up and visit Dottore if you know what's good for you.”
Childe was left alone to pick himself up, his shoulders slumped beneath the cloak that now felt much too big, his body shivering against the intense cold inside and out.