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Vanilla distress.
That was the first thing the Alpha clocked when he was thrown into the room, the door slamming shut, the lock clicking loudly into place behind him. Pupils slit a little more when he takes a deep breath, inhaling the other heavenly scents the omega offers. Caramel and something bitterly sweet hit filled his senses.
He needed to find this omega.
Make it safe.
Make it his.
Eyes slowly scan the room, it was a plain looking room. There was a pile of bedding on a thin mattress on the floor, toilet off in the corner, a low table sat on the other side of the room, a water pitcher sits firmly on the table as well as laid out snacks in a neat and pristine order that didn’t make any sense to him.
Teal eyes finally rest on a shaking bundle in the corner and he slowly moves closer to it projecting safe-alpha-safe-comfort. This doesn’t lessen the distress but it gets the Omega to stop shaking. Blue eyes are looking intensely into teal and the Alpha wants to see more of what's beneath the blanket.
The omega lowers its head after a few moments of watching the alpha sit across from him, neck craning a little to show that he’s submitting, scared-don’t hurt-scared-please. The omegas' actions have the alpha turning his head a little in confusion. Why would the omega think he would hurt them?
Safe-No Hurt-Safe-Comfort gets sent out and the omega in front of him relaxes a little but is still weary of him. The alpha gets a little daring and moves the rest of the way, breathing in the heavenly scent, trying to ingrain it into the deepest part of his memory.
His hands reach out to touch the omega, gently tugging at the blanket that’s hiding his omega. That just wouldn’t do. The portion on his head gets removed and the Alpha can see the Omega more clearly. Light baby blue eyes flicker up to meet teal and the alpha lets out a low pitched crooning noise to try and get the omega to calm the rest of the way down.
He was beautiful.
Soft plump looking lips, blue eyes that looked like low tide in the ocean, pale skin that reminded him of snow.
The alpha leans in closer, neck craning a little as he goes, hoping the omega would understand he wasn’t going to hurt him. The omega cautiously moves his head forward and slowly starts to scent the alpha. Scared-Scared-Are You Safe?
A rumbling verberates in the Alpha’s chest causing the Omega to relax the rest of the way, smaller hands find their way to the Alpha's chest. The noise only gets louder when the omega starts to gently touch his chest, each touch hesitant but the rumbling eggs him on, the alpha in front of him wants the omega to touch him.
Safe-Protect-Comfort-Safe
The Alpha nudges at the Omegas faces a little and buries his nose into the omega's scent gland, the distressed smell falling away quickly and being replaced with something far more sweeter. He could feel his cock hardening a little in the underwear they were making him wear just at the smell.
The omega goes still as the Alpha licks it the sensitive slightly swollen gland.
He pulls away from the omegas scent gland and gently nuzzles the side of the omega’s cheek with his own in an attempt to provide more comfort. His instincts were screaming at him to bite, to claim, but he decided against it for the time being.
His omega wasn’t going anywhere.
Not if he had anything to say about it.
Strong arms wrap around his future mate as he picks up the omega and scoots closer to the bed, setting the omega down gently huffing in acknowledgment at the omega’s squeaks as he’s put down. The alpha softly scents him again trying to reassure the omega that he was still safe.
That he was trying to get the omega to nest so he would feel safer. So when his omega needed to be bred they’d have a comfortable and safe space to do so. The alpha pulls the blankets closer and nods towards the pile. Their captures allowed them the materials, they should use them so they won’t be taken later.
The omega catches on quickly and proceeds to loosen his grip on the blanket letting it fall away as he grabs a hold of the fluffy soft fabrics and starts to work them in a circle stopping every now and again to let the alpha scent a few items before he works them in. The alpha preened at the fact the omega liked his scent enough to incorporate it into the nest he was delicately working on.
Once the nest was complete, the omega quietly started to purr, the noise was beautiful and perfect and the alpha wanted to hear more of it. The omega grabbed the blanket he was curled up in before and laid down, shifting a few times before finally getting comfortable. Alpha-Safe-Here-Safe.
The alpha immediately responded by slowly lowering himself down next to the omega, lifting the blanket and sliding in underneath and pressing his chest to the Omega’s back before wrapping his arms around him, placing a warm hand on the omega's abdomen in an attempt to help with preheat cramping.
His head moves to the omega's neck and leaves a long trail of saliva there, he liked it when the omega shivered against him, a nice change of pace from the omega going still at the action. A soft moaning whine rushed past his lips before he could stop the sound and the alpha grins at the noise, “Alpha…”
The smell of slick, tinging with arousal hits his nose, but there was something else lingering below the surface. He wanted to taste it, see if it tastes just as good as it smells.
He gives the omega pressed against him a testing rut and can’t help but let out a rumble when the omega leans into. It just makes him ten times harder. The smell of arousal hits hard and the omega keens softly at him. His teeth gently graze the sensitive gland that’s closest to him before going and fully sucking on it causing a moan to slip free from the omegas lips.
The wet patch at his knees grows and the alpha can’t help stop himself from growling in satisfaction. His omega was getting nice and wet for him and he barely had done a thing.
He removes himself from behind the omega and towers over him a little before ducking down to meet the omega's lips with his own, arms boxing him in while he slots himself between the omegas legs like he belonged there. The omegas arms went to his neck pulling him in closer, returning the kiss needily and sloppily.
When the alpha pulled away from the omega underneath him he couldn’t help but notice the sweat beading on his forehead, eyes half lidded as a whine escaped his lips; the unique smell of heat growing quickly.
He needed to please his omega.
Mate them.
Breed them.
Fill them.
Pup them.
He wasn’t going to be one of those asshole alphas that took what they wanted. No. He was going to be soft. Be gentle in a way that his omega deserved. His omega deserved to be worshiped and he was going to do just that.
He inches back a little bit and pulls at the omegas boxers and watches as more slick slides from his omegas hole and his little cocklet springs to forward resting hard at his lower stomach. Red and needy for any type of friction. The omegas hand goes to touch but stops when the alpha bats it away a warning growl on his lips getting a deep needy whine in return.
The whine tapers off to a full on moan the second the alpha's tongue enters sensitive folds, lapping up the slick before moving to the sensitive bud, licking and sucking, darting back down to lap up the slick that gushes out due his actions. He keeps his tongue buried as his hand goes to the omega's cocklet, hand rhythmically moving up and down.
The omega’s orgasm hits quickly with a loud cry, faster than the alpha above him though it would, which was surprising to him. Most omegas normally last a little while. At this rate his omega would probably come again just by him inserting himself.
Not that it was a bad thing.
But he wondered if the omega touched his cunt, the cocklet was evident due to him instinctively reaching for it when the heat picked up. He’d find out one way or the other.
He removes his hand from the half hard cocklet and licks the small amount of cum that's sitting on his hand and can’t help but let out a hum of satisfaction when the taste hits his senses, everything about this omega was just that good. His noises. The way he tasted, all of it.
He was keeping this omega. He’d keep him safe, keep him cared for, keep in whatever capacity the omega would allow.
His gaze falls onto the beautiful omega, half lidded eyes, face flushed, back still arched, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. He loved that he’s that blissed out, he hadn’t even been properly fucked yet.
He removes his own boxers and slots himself back between wet legs and this gets his omegas attention, obviously alerted to the new scent of precum coming into play. He watches as the omega props himself on his elbows, hazy eyes darting from the red angry tip to the alphas eyes. Face flickering between a few different emotions before resting on one solid emotion, need.
He takes two fingers, wet with slick, and gently inserts them into the warmth; a loud moan graces his ears as his fingers start to move, working him open as his hips move, chasing the feeling it gives.
It doesn’t take long and the omega is clenching down on him yet again, coming with a loud, “Alpha!”
The alpha smiles at his reactions and removes his fingers, the omega is too blissed out to try and chase them. He leans over the omega and gently starts to scent them, covering them in a blanket of nothing but his scent.
Their captures would know that this omega was his.
He gives the omega underneath him a few moments to recuperate before he’s slowly inching into heat between the omega's soft folds. The alpha slowly starts to rock his hips, no resistance and the obscene noise gets him to pick up the pace a little. Panting, moans and screams of pleasure, skin slapping and squelching noises fill the room.
“Alpha..Alpha..Alpha..Alpha..” It became a prayer on the omega's lips, orgasm after orgasm ripples through him leaving him high every time.
His knot swelled fully a few minutes ago but he wanted to last a little longer. He delayed the release until he physically couldn’t handle it any longer. The knot pushes in with ease and the Alpha leans down and sinks his teeth into the omega’s scent gland. On instinct the omega underneath him mimics his alpha and sinks his own set of fangs into the alpha’s gland.
They release each other's glands after a few minutes, content-happy-safe goes through the bond and the omega goes limp in the alphas arms, finally giving and letting his tired body rest. The alpha gently licks up the trail of blood that’s flowing from the open wound in an attempt to keep his mate clean of the red metallic liquid.
The alpha gently moves the omega into a more comfortable position and snuggles close in a spooning position before he moves the blankets up and over his omega. Joining the omega in much needed and earned sleep.
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“Master, they’ve claimed each other.” A shaky voice says into the walkie talkie he was given, eyes still staring at the screen in pure shock.
He’s seen many go into the room, many have either killed the other or have forcefully taken what they wanted and then killed the other, mainly the alpha killing the omega but this-this was something that hadn’t happened in the months they’ve tried this.
“That’s unexpected.” A voice rings out from the other end. It goes quiet for a few moments before a new voice crackles through, “Get them ready for phase two once the omegas heats over.”
The man watching the monitor picks up the walkie talkie, blinking, mouth still hung open in shock, “Yes, Master.”
He sets the walkie talkie down and turn toward the other monitor, pulling up the joint subject file he starts to type into a new subfile, documenting everything he witnessed. Once he’s done he saves it quickly, a screen popping up in bold letters: PHASE ONE COMPLETE.
He closes out of the pop up and another takes its place saying; PHASE TWO. He clicks the start button and answers the few questions before his eyes are reverting back to the screen, he’d have to wait to do anything else.
Omegan heats could last anywhere from three to five days, or sometimes even longer due to strenuous suppressant use.
The man sitting at the desk hoped the omega in the room he was watching was the latter of those options. This was their first actual look at success. He didn’t want to have to start over. He didn’t want to watch another omega die for his master.
So he sits and waits and watches.
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When the heat finally clears six days later , the omegas eyes lid open, blinking away the blurry haze and notices there’s something wet and soft between sore legs. He takes in his surroundings and instantly notices that there’s something warm pressed against his back and an arm resting on his stomach.
Eyes pinpoint for a brief second in fear before relaxing when he feels something soft safe-safe tug at a part in his hindbrain. He gently untangles himself from what he can only assume is the alpha he must’ve had sex with due to the smell of everything painting a heavy picture.
He didn’t know where he was, everything was unfamiliar. Did father finally sell me like he said he would?
He slides out of the nest and takes stock of the room like he’s seeing it for the first time even though he’s seen it all before. There’s Japanese style bed on the floor where he’s obviously made a nest for him and-.
His eyes flicker to the alpha, eyes still softly closed, breathing steady as his chest rises and falls. He was massive like most alphas are but he held more muscles than most. Every part of him was muscular. No wonder the omega inside of him submitted, it was probably that or…
He takes a deep breath and smells charred sandalwood, marshmallow and smoke. The alpha smelt good and he hated the fact that his mouth watered a little. His eyes trail down further and his eyes widen at how big the man’s dick was. He knew alphas were meant to be huge but it just looked other worldly and it was soft too. His gaze shifts to his cunt and he starts to wonder how the hell did that even fit?
Shuddering a little he peels his eyes away from the alpha and takes in the rest of his surroundings, a toilet sat in the corner and a small square table sat not too far from where he was standing. Gazing at the contents he immediately goes for the cup, filling it full and drinking all the contents before he pours himself another glass and slams that one back. He grabs a few pieces of sliced meat and fruit and plops them into his mouth before he’s devouring half of the plate.
He doesn’t remember eating anything during the heat haze but he remembers how good it felt. How the alpha he was imprisoned with was gentle with him through the whole thing even with the both of them purely going on with nothing but pure instincts.
He’s lucky the alpha liked something about him or he could’ve easily gotten killed. Especially with instincts in play. He just hoped whoever existed in there with the beast would approve of their decision.
When he’s finished eating he finds the boxers he was previously wearing and winces a little as he slides them up over his private parts. He hated how disgusting his skin felt. They could’ve at least given them some wipes or something so they could clean themselves.
It was extremely unhygienic and he hated it.
A soft groan finds its way out into the open and the omega freezes. He wondered who he was getting. The person with logical thinking or the alpha driven by instinct. The groan tapers off and is replaced by a loud “Fuck” and he knows exactly who he’s getting. Words-human, noises-alpha.
He doesn’t move from where he was standing, he shrinks to the floor and makes himself appear as small as possible. Fear spikes through the bond and the Alpha immediately sits up, scanning the room for a threat, eyes resting on the omegas and they soften a little, “Hey…hey it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
The Alpha scans the omegas body and sees that they’re littered with hickies, fingertip shaped bruises and another bite mark rests under beating the mating bite, “God, I did that to you…”
Concern-Anger-Worry flashes through the bond and the omega shakes his head at the thought of his alpha being mad about him taking care of him. “I-It’s okay. Y-Your back is…”
He trails off and watches as the Alpha’s hand goes to the back and notices the stretches of gently raised skin, he smiles softly at it before he’s turning his attention back to the alpha, “Can you come over here, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart?
Safe-Comfort-Safe-Promise.
The omega hesitates for a flickering second before he’s inching closer to the alpha that’s still sitting in the nest he made and when he’s close to it, he sits down. Being in close proximity made his body relax a little, he didn’t even notice he was tensing everything. “Are you okay?”
The omega cocks his head to the side, why would the alpha wanna know that?
“Did I hurt you when we mated?”
The omega answers with the shake of his head, “Y-You were n-nice.” He pauses for a moment, remembering something his mother had told him not too long after he presented. Alpha’s like to be praised for their handiwork when it comes to things like sex. “I e-enjoyed, uh-uh, v-very good.”
The omega mentally scolds himself, stop stuttering!
The alpha in front of him blushes a little, clearing his throat, moving on to his next question, “What’s your name, sweetheart? Or do you want me to call you Omega?
The omega's mouth opens and closes before he finally is able to force out through the nervousness that's prickling underneath his skin, “I-I’m Tim…”
“Well Tim, it’s nice to meet you.” The alpha says, eyes widening a little in recognition. “My name is Jason.”
Tim smiles a little bit, it was nice to know his name. He didn’t have to keep calling him alpha all the time. His face falters a little, what is that’s what he wants him to call him?
“Do you want me to call you that or a-alpha?”
“Call me whatever you want me to call me.” Jason tells him and Tim blinks at him. This was confusing. Jason was his alpha now, that meant he had to respect his title and call him by such. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
Tim’s eyes flicker for a brief moment, he couldn’t answer that without seeming like a creep, “I remember going to sleep in my bed.”
Jason eyes him suspiciously, curious to know what the little omega in front of him was doing because he knows it wasn’t what he said, “I don’t remember much.”
“I think they drugged us with something.” Tim tells him to try and change the subject so his mate doesn’t press further. “Something that lowers everything so we’re running on nothing but instinct and animalistic thinking. Letting our subgenders rule our consciousness.”
“That’s pretty smart.” Jason’s eyes narrow a little, “How’d you figure that one out?”
Tim swallows the lump in his throat…he did it now…he talked too much, said what he was thinking and now Alpha was mad, “I-I..I’m sorry…i just noticed it by how you acted when they let you in here. Your eyes were more animalistic.” And terrifying.
“That must have been terrifying.” Jason explains, “I’m sorry I scared you. I’ve probably scared you a lot.”
Tim lets out a reassuring purr as he leans forward, scenting the alpha in front of him to try and get him to calm down, he could feel the slight panic and discomfort building through the bond, “Not scared…not anymore.”
“I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay, I promise.”
Before other of them can say another word, a gas gets filtered into the room and the two are pulled under, falling into the darkness without a fight.