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The song that is playing is self composed, self written, and self recorded. But the hungry men who watch the singer would not know that, even if they were to try and guess.
No, their attention is not on the music or the voice that sings it but the body in which the vocal chords are attached to. They are focused on the skin that shows and the delicate way the mic is held. They do not care that there is an entire life encapsulated within it.
But Younghyun does care and he has always cared.
Ever since the moment the young omega had walked into the club, his hair a dark shade of red and his eyes brimming with pain that no one else saw. He had been a miracle then, a scent on him that Younghyun had never smelled on a being before. Something that tangled in Younghyun’s throat and is there tonight as he looks towards the stage. That young omega, the one who had not been fully ready for this life when he’d first begun working here, has changed in many ways. He has gotten a little taller, though it is not by much. His hair has gone back to its natural black and the sway of his hips is more pronounced. He dresses much more like an omega seeking a handsome, rich alpha to be his husband than he does a kid on the run from a past that he won’t talk about.
But Younghyun is proficient with technology. He just had to do a little digging to find out everything that he needed to know about this omega. And digging had ended up with him here, his head tilted forward as he watches the stage lights wash out what is already pale skin.
The song comes to a close, there is a gentle applause which just isn’t good enough. He would like to hear stadiums scream that name, to worship the body that moves to the middle of the stage, smiling beautifully at the people around him.
“Thank you all for enjoying the song…” Wonpil says softly, smiling beautifully at the crowd. “I appreciate your attention for the night…”
Their eyes do not leave him. The hungry beings that are spread throughout the room. There might be other omegas in the club but they are not as special as Wonpil. They do not know what it is like to be that sought after either. Many alphas will seek out a beautiful omega, with a rare scent and lovely eyes but that will only bring them to the one before them.
One who is beyond anything that they could imagine, one that does not fall whims to the lustful world around him. One who is more special than anyone could ever assume that he is.
“It’s been another wonderful night…” Wonpil says sweetly. He blinks, allowing the lights to reflect on the glitter that is on his eyes. They are lined in black too, though he does not need additions like this to make him beautiful. White lace is wrapped around his throat, the ends of it running down to his small waist. “I will return to my room while the next performer arrives… I hope that I get to see you all again… I love you…”
Younghyun’s heart jumps into his throat. His mouth curls up in a snarl that is not heard by anyone around him. It is now his time to move, to stride along the room and stop at the bottom of the steps, holding his hand out.
Only seconds pass before Wonpil is before him, offering a sweet smile as he takes Younghyun’s hand. There are only four steps down from the stage, nothing that would be too hard for him to get down on his own, so it must mean something that he takes Younghyun’s hand. A smile tugs at the corner of Younghyun’s mouth tugs into a smile, threatening to show off the prolonged canines that jut slightly down from the rest of his teeth.
“I’m going back to my room,” Wonpil tells him. “I’m meeting someone…”
The smile almost dies then and there. Younghyun does not dare look at Wonpil, instead he walks him over to the doors between the club and the omega rooms, pushing them open. There are many sounds through here, the pleasure that is shared with the subpar omegas who think that they are the same type of star as Wonpil and alpha who wish their omega was Wonpil.
“A client?” Younghyun asks when they reach the end of the hallway.
There is a door before them, one that is the same dark red as the rest of the doorways but this one has been decorated with a star. Wonpil’s name is written on that star.
Wonpil drops his hand, pushing the door open with the other. “Who else?”
Younghyun presses his mouth down tightly. He does not wish to think of what alpha will be walking through the door in a few moments. He doesn’t wish to know who will touch Wonpil’s pure, unblemished body. Does Wonpil know that he should be careful? He should not try to chase down things that are dangerous. He should be finding an alpha who wants to make sure that he is taken care of, who wants him to feel safe and loved.
Isn’t that his duty as the one who guards Wonpil?
“Close the door, hyungie,” Wonpil says.
Younghyun swallows back the lump in his throat, pulling the door closed and latching it shut. He turns to face Wonpil then, watching the beautiful omega stop at his vanity, leaning into it and switching the lights on. Wonpil’s reflection is there, a beautiful star shining in the bright lights. His own reflection is there too, though he is shrouded in the back, hardly seen if not searched for.
“You can stay in the room if you really want to…” Wonpil pulls the top drawer open, his hand dipping in until he can pick out a strip of lacy fabric from the drawer. “I’m sure it’ll make the other alpha feel intimidated, hyung.”
Younghyun feels his nose shift up. He smells Wonpil, he only ever smells Wonpil these days, and he wonders if any other alpha would know what it is like to be with him. They won’t, they don’t even get this much one on one time with him. They don’t see the way he stands by the mirror, leaning over as he slides his pants down his legs. They aren’t long but they are nice to look at. Smooth and unmarked, disturbed only by the dark fabric of his underwear. That hindrance does not last long, however, as Wonpil slides them down his legs too, stepping away from his underwear. His body is mostly hidden by the oversized jacket and shirt that he is wearing but he leans over, entirely on purpose, and Younghyun sees all he needs to see.
It’s pink and wet. Visible as Wonpil leans over to pick up the underwear he is changing into. The scent fills the room, the sweet tang of slick that speaks right into the drive within Younghyun. He wants to walk over there and pin Wonpil to the desk so that he can fuck him. His knot begs for Wonpil, it begs to fill him up and make sure he takes his babies. It wants him badly, wants to make him sore and weepy.
But then he catches the way that Wonpil looks at him through the mirror. There almost seems to be disgust in his eyes before he grabs his lace panties and pulls them on. They glide along his legs, black lace against pale skin and settle nicely on his ass. It covers his pussy but Younghyun can only imagine how the band will currently be collecting his slick.
“Staring is rude,” Wonpil notes as he steps back into the mirror. He adjusts how the lace sits over his pussy, hiding it from Younghyun. “And your smell is taking over the room. They’ll be threatened by it.”
“I don’t care,” Younghyun grunts.
Wonpil pauses for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. Their eyes only meet through the mirror and Younghyun is sure that Wonpil is just begging him to come take him. Wonpil will never have had a knot before, he won’t know what it’s like and that’s not good. He needs a good alpha, the right alpha, to make sure that he knows what it is like to no longer be pure.
“Are you going to let him knot you?” Younghyun asks.
Wonpil’s mouth drops open in a shaky breath. “That’s not your concern.”
There is a knock on the door. It echoes throughout the room.
“It is my concern,” Younghyun states. “An unknown alpha could try to make you his mate.”
“Will you get the door?” Wonpil asks.
Younghyun doesn’t budge. “There’s only one knot that you need.”
Wonpil lets out a quiet groan as before he turns, walking over to the door. Younghyun lets out a quiet growl, stepping into his path long before he gets there. His chin tilts back and he stares down at Wonpil, unwilling to budge.
“Don’t act like this right now,” Wonpil tells him, quietly, sternly. “You’re so fucking annoying.”
Younghyun grunts but he steps aside. He watches as Wonpil opens the door to the room, a smile on his lips that is not natural, it is not the smile that he knows. It is wrong and it must mean that he is scared. Younghyun gets that. He too would be scared if he was in Wonpil’s position.
“Hi Mister Lee,” Wonpil greets, a purr on his tongue. “Please, come in…”
Younghyun does not need to see this alpha to know that he is trouble. A man who walks into the room with the confidence he does is a man who does not take no for an answer. He must intimidate someone like Wonpil, who is so small compared to him. Compared to most people, really. He does not have much strength, he cannot fight, and he is merely a toy to some of these people.
“I’m so happy to see you again…” Mister Lee states, his hands on Wonpil. They are big and heavy. They must hurt. “You look beautiful tonight…”
“Thank you, alpha,” Wonpil purrs, curving his back a little. His ass sticks out, looking perfect for an alpha to touch. “Will we take a seat?”
“We can do better than that…” Mister Lee’s hands push Wonpil back, shifting until they are at the bed. Younghyun takes a step forward, partially to make his presence known but then he sees Wonpil quickly raise a hand. Mister Lee sits on the bed, his rough hands pulling Wonpil onto his lap. “I can smell how you’re leaking, darling…”
Mister Lee is leaning forward now, kissing Wonpil’s neck. He nips at it, the canines must hurt because Wonpil looks at Younghyun as it happens. His half closed eyes stay on him, even when the other alpha’s hands move down between his legs. Younghyun bristles at the very thought that another alpha gets to touch Wonpil there, that another alpha will make him sore and fill him with a knot.
“That’s dangerous, alpha…” Wonpil lets out a sweet giggle, pressing his knees together. “You know how much that’ll cost you, don’t you?”
“It’s priceless, I understand…” Mister Lee notes. His hand pushes Wonpil’s legs open, showing them all the damp spot on the band. The alpha’s rough fingers push past the band, the scent of slick filling the air twicefold as his fingers move in deeper. “Isn’t this what you want?”
Wonpil sighs shakily before he grasps the Alpha’s hand. It is pulled away from between Wonpil’s legs and held aloft. “You have to talk to me a little first,” he teases. “And then we will see where we go from there, okay?”
The alpha causally nips at Wonpil’s jaw. “Alright,” he says.
Wonpil offers him a smile but it is Yonghyun that he looks at. This is his least favourite part of the night.
The part in which they all think that he is theirs to own, to touch and play with. They all think that he is something for them to use as a toy, to get what they need before they leave. Most of them will return, he is the omega with the highest return rate after all, but it only seems to be the ones Younghyun does not wish to return that come back to him.
But he can play his part. He has always been good at playing his part. That is how he has been able to survive for this long. He will be the bodyguard, the man who stays back in the shadows as Wonpil entertains lesser alphas. Men who do not get him in the way that Younghyun does.
“The song you sang tonight was really lovely…” The alpha says. His hand is brushing over Wonpil’s chest, stopping when he can play with the neck scarf that he wears. “I’ve always wondered where you pick your songs from, what poor person is suffering because you won’t share their art…”
Wonpil raises an eyebrow. “You would be surprised, alpha…”
The man looks at Wonpil, a grin worn wide enough to show his canines. They are sharp and deadly, which would be fine if not for the fact that most alphas are often turned on by blood. They become a frenzied mess, unwilling to budge in their wants. That is typically to kill again, though most of them have quenched this ache over time.
Some of them can ride the high from a kill by fucking their mate. It is a call that cannot be ignored, oftentimes the way that alphas found their mates in the past. It can be the case that an alpha will latch onto the closest omega but the most primal drives come out when their mate is there, when they are harmed or potentially harmed.
Wonpil looks over at Younghyun. He wonders if the omega knows how he wishes he could quench his thirst.
“It doesn’t matter where the song came from…” the alpha laughs. He cups Wonpil’s jaw, forcing him to face him. “All that matters is how you looked on the stage, darling. It’s because of how you looked on the stage that I paid so much money to get you tonight. Aren’t I a lucky guy?”
Younghyun knows he should not react but the burn in his gut is unmistakable. This man speaks of Wonpil as though he is a commodity. He is reaching out to Wonpil, sliding his hand over his jaw and into his hair. There is a flicker of discomfort in Wonpil’s features as the alpha grips his hair and leans in to kiss his jaw.
It is rough and harsh. Not the sweet love that he should be getting.
“There is a part of me that wants to take you home…” the alpha grunts. The stench of alcohol sways off of him and Younghyun must remind himself not to act. “What do you say? Will you come home with me?”
Wonpil squirms slightly, his hand pressing to the alpha’s chest. “I don’t leave the club,” he says, shifting away from the alpha. He gets off his lap, though the alpha keeps a hand on him regardless. “I want to hear more about what you thought about the song, alpha…”
“I don’t care about the song…” the alpha states, his eyes darker now. “Just you…”
Wonpil chews his lip, his trembling hands pull his jacket off, revealing the white shirt that he wears beneath it. He rolls his shoulders slightly and keeps a steady gaze on the alpha. “Younghyun…” he begins. “You know my bodyguard, right?”
The alpha does not seem interested. “I can smell him, yeah.”
“Well…” Wonpil begins softly. “He’ll go get us drinks, right?”
Younghyun’s brow twitches. That is the last thing he wants to do. Not only does this alpha not need any more alcohol in his system but he does not wish to leave Wonpil alone with him. That would just be asking for trouble.
“I wouldn’t mind some drinks,” the alpha says, leaning into Wonpil. “I’m serious, darling. The car is waiting outside for us to go home. I’ll knot you like no alpha ever has…”
This is not the kind of situation he should leave Wonpil in. He looks over at the boy he loves, waiting for him to ask for some kind of aid. He has to know that Younghyun is here for that but all he does is slide his hands under his shirt, pulling it over his head so that all he wears is his lace scarf. His legs tuck up, protecting himself in some form, but he is smiling at the alpha.
And Younghyun is angry. “I’ll get those drinks,” he grunts out.
Wonpil ignores him. He is leaning towards the alpha and smiling, his head tilted to the side. He is beautiful, with long strands of hair falling into his sparkling eyes. It is not hard to see why many people want him, it’s not hard to see why he is the most sought after star in the night sky. He is good at giving them what they want but he does not seem to give Younghyun what he wants.
He growls under his breath as he walks over to the door, shoving it open and stepping out into the club. Music plays around them, hard bass that stems from deep within the building. It is muffled for a moment, by the quietness of the hallway and the doors that he must pull open to reach the bar.
The main room stinks of alphas, lustful beings that do not know how or when to stop their need for the omegas on stage. They throw money their way, jeer and yell at them. They do not treat omegas the way they should and he wishes he could end them all. He wishes he could find that frenzied state but he knows there is only one way for it to happen. And it is something he will not let happen.
Being this far from the room is not ideal. He cannot be away from Wonpil when he is alone and naked with an alpha who does not care to be gentle, so he is quick to approach the bar and when he does, he raps his knuckles against the surface.
“Hey,” he snaps at the alpha running it. “I need a bottle of wine or something. I don’t know.”
The alpha slowly turns to him, his eyebrow raising despite the way his eyes are half closed. The light catches on his handsome face, on the mole just under his eye. “Manners would get you somewhere quicker, hyung.”
Younghyun shakes his head and he waits. The alpha lets out a sigh before he turns, selecting a bottle of expensive champagne from the top of the shelves. It is handed over to him, along with two glasses and he hesitates, considers asking for a third one, but simply takes the items and walks back to the hallway.
It is a relief to be in the quiet again, even if that quiet is not total silence. He likes when the music is muffled more so than when it is loud and blaring. There is relief deep in his bones that he tries to reach but he will never be able to, not when he knows that Wonpil is still alone in that room with an unforgiving alpha. His pace speeds up, his eyes set on the door with a bright gold star on it, one he is drawing ever closer to when —
The door opens but not all of the way. It is strange and he feels his fingers tighten around the bottle. His feet move just a little bit quicker, his heart pulsing within his throat.
“Younghuyn —” It is Wonpil’s voice. It flows out through the cracked open door. “Younghyun, I need —
He is cut off by a gasp and there is a flash of movement. The door closes and Younghyun’s stomach flips over entirely. His pace is no longer a walk but a run, one that stops when he is at the door and can kick it open. It slams against the other side of the door, a crack forming in the wood just as he sees his worst nightmare come true.
“Don’t run from me.” The alpha’s arms wrap around Wonpil’s body, pinning his arms to his side. He turns them so that his back is to Younghyun as he begins moving. “I want to take you home… You’re coming home with me, yeah?”
Wonpil twists in the alpha’s arms, looking back at him with wide, almost helpless eyes. “Younghyun,” he pleads.
And that’s all it takes, really. He drops the items in his hands, the glass shattering over the floor. The smell of alcohol is pungent as he grabs the alpha from behind. His nails dig into his skin, ripping the man away from Wonpil in one hard yank. There are many sounds then, the door slamming shut as the alpha grunts and turns on him, his brow furrowed deeply. Wonpil gasps, shifting back until he is at the bed once more, his hands covering his mouth.
“Who the fuck are you?” the alpha hisses, glaring hard at Younghyun. He bares his sharp teeth, something that is meant to be a threat but it only makes him look childish. “I paid for my time here, you big idiot.”
“Don’t touch my omega,” Younghyun growls.
“Yours?” The alpha barks a laugh as he steps closer to Younghyun. “Why don’t you fuck off, you bastard?”
Younghyun snarls at him, his own teeth bared, as he watches the alpha turn. He intends to walk back towards Wonpil and that ignites a fervor that he cannot ignore. He only has to step forward to grab the alpha by the arm, yanking him around before he slams his fist into the alpha’s face. He reels his arm back and does it again, his chest brimming with energy when he hears a satisfying crack.
The alpha spits out blood. "Fuck..."
He wipes it from his nose and mouth and glares at Younghyun. No alpha will be able to resist the call for a fight and this one is no different. He is crazy too, believing that he will be able to get in between Younghyun and Wonpil. No, he cannot make that encroach on what they have, so when he lunges forward, throwing himself into Younghyun, he knows this will not be a fight that ends easily.
With a grunt, the alpha punches him, his fist hits Younghyun in the ribs. It is only a brief glimmer of pain, nothing compared to the sharp prods at his back. Glass that pokes into his skin from the broken bottle, it tears at him more than any punch from this alpha. Younghyun growls at him, snapping up at his neck as he punches the alpha in the temple, a hard enough hit to daze the man for a moment.
And he uses that moment to flip them over. He slams the alpha onto his back and hits him again, punching him over and over. Blood smears over his knuckles, skin broken on both his hand and the alpha’s face. There are bared teeth and loud growls and Younghyun has never felt more in tune with his animal side. He has never felt like a beast until this very moment.
“Younghyun!” Wonpil tries. He sounds scared but that it will be okay soon. “You have to stop!”
He does not intend to. The alpha below him punches him in the gut and then the chest, both painful but only one robs him of air. He is thrown onto his side then, his elbow hitting the floor but he is close enough to the spilled champagne and broken glass to locate the thickest shard. The alpha grabs his hair, pulling him towards him as Younghyun clutches the shard of glass. He feels it tear through his finger, ripping at his skin but the pain is only secondary to the anger.
He cannot fathom how this alpha thought it was okay to touch his omega, to harm the one he loves. To lay his hands on his mate. It is not something that he will be able to get away with and Younghyun shows him that but brings the glass shard up and slams it into the alpha’s neck. His fingers tighten on the slippery glass, hard growls escaping him as he twists it, extending the damage until he can rip the shard out.
Blood sprays. It gets on his face and the floor and some of it hits the walls too. The alpha tries to make noise, only to stumble back and collapse onto the floor. The blood won’t stop, it is pooling on the floor where it runs down his body like a waterfall. Sheet after sheet of it but Younghyun isn’t done. He moves over to the alpha, dropping down onto one knee before him. He grabs the alpha by the front of his blood soaked shirt and plunges the shard in again. More blood sprays, it soaks him and the floor and the walls.
He plunges the shard in over and over, he feels the primal urges he has been suppressing for too long rear its head into his mind. He growls with each plunge, his hand moving automatically until it is too slippery and the shard falls from his hand. Pain overtakes his fingers, they tremble but the damage only makes it grow. It only makes it rise up in his throat like a geyser that he cannot control.
There is a pulse in his crotch, an urge that has overtaken his entire body and mind. He tilts his head back, panting as the blood runs down his face, as it drips off of his hand and onto the floor. The pain is there. It will always be there and it has always been there. It is buried deep within his body, right into the core he has been trying to soothe by being in love.
Younghyun is trembling as he steps away from the dead alpha on the floor and looks at his mate.
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Blood is smeared across the wall, dripping down onto the floor. The air within the room is tense, just as tense as the deep breaths that come out of Younghyun.
He has never seen him like this, he has never seen him with blood on him and in a frenzy. A twist of fear stops him from moving, his legs trembling in front of him as Younghyun walks towards the bed. There are many things that could happen now, many things that should happen but he knows he cannot move too quickly. He has taken refuge away from the mess but he can see the blood that has gotten onto him and the bed nonetheless.
“Younghuyn?” he whispers.
The alpha cracks his neck, stalking towards the bed. He says no words, his gaze is dark and unwavering as he draws closer. While his hand drips blood from the wounds on his fingers, Younghyun slides his black shirt over his head, dropping the soaked fabric onto the floor with a thud. He gets closer still, each pant showing off his large chest and the determination within his eyes.
He has entered his rut, the blood across the room and on his face has put him there. His hands move to his belt, loosening it and pulling it free from his pants.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Wonpil gasps.
“Get on your stomach,” Younghyun growls.
Wonpil shakes his head, pulling his hands over his chest. “You need to calm down, okay?” he says softly, hoping that he can find the sweet, caring man he has relied on for many years now. “Can you do that for me? Can you —”
Younghyun grunts and grabs his legs. He yanks Wonpil forward, blood smearing over his skin, and then flips him over. Wonpil’s breath catches, his hands clawing at the sheets as he tries to crawl away from the alpha but Younghyun’s hand is clutching his ankle tightly, the other one unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. He takes his underwear down with them too, Wonpil looks over his shoulder to see the long and thick cock that hangs between Younghyun’s legs. He can see where it has begun to swell ever so slightly with a knot he has yet to form.
“Don’t move,” Younghyun tells him, releasing his grip. He leaves a bloody handprint on Wonpil’s leg, a terrible feeling. “Just stay still and let your mate take care of you.”
“We’re not — we’re not mates,” Wonpil argues quickly. His pleas are deafened to both the alpha before him and his own body. He is shifting, slowly sliding his legs under him to try and present himself better to Younghyun. “You should only do this with your mate, alpha…”
“You are my mate,” Younghyun snaps, his canines bared. “You are the only one who can fix this.”
Wonpil takes a small breath while his eyes shift to the body on the floor. Some blood is still leaking out, there’s a strange gurgling noise and he’s not sure if this is the best place to have sex. He shouldn’t and he is scared, the man who grabs his ankles and drags him closer is terrifying when he normally isn’t. The way he climbs onto the bed, smearing blood along the sheets and Wonpil’s body as he does, and the way he grips onto the lace that covers Wonpil’s ass tells him he is not giving in.
Younghyun is going to fuck him. And the need inside of him desires it.
“Alpha,” he tries, trembling beneath that powerful body. “Alpha, you really need to calm down. I’m not, I —”
Younghyun tugs up hard and fast. Wonpil yelps as the fabric tears against his skin. It comes away from him in pieces, leaving him bare naked to the alpha above him. An alpha that throws away the ruined panties and leans over him. Heavy and hard, hands pull his legs open and Wonpil grunts, squirming below Younghyun before he feels fingers shoved into him.
Wonpil winces, trying to twist away but Younghyun’s bloody hand presses down onto the small of his back. His fingers are working into Wonpil, merciless in their devotion as he fucks him with them, bringing wave after wave of slick over himself and Wonpil’s legs and the bed.
“That — that hurts,” Wonpil whines, trying to twist away. “Go — go easy on me.”
Younghyun shoves his fingers into the hilt, it’s not deep enough to touch Wonpil’s cervix but his pussy clenches like it is. It is trying to take Younghyun in, trying to milk him but there is nothing that his fingers can give. Younghyun growls as he thrusts his fingers a few times more, faster and harder until Wonpil is light headed.
“Alpha… alpha…” he whines, the sheets tangled in his fingers. “Slow down… slow down…”
Younghyun yanks his fingers out. The emptiness is odd given how brutal the fucking was but then Younghyun is over him, he is pressing his hands onto Wonpil’s body to pin him onto the bed. His strong thighs are on either side of Wonpil’s hips and his cock is brushing over him. The tip grazes across his entrance and he whines, his body aching for the knot of an alpha.
“Stay still,” Younghyun warns him. He is guiding his cock now, sliding the tip against Wonpil’s wet pussy. It tries to coax Younghyun in, clenching and spasming in need as the alpha’s stink comes over his body. There is heat and pressure and it is suffocating. “You belong to me, do you get that? You’re mine.”
As the last word is growled out into the bloody room, Younghyun slams into him. His cock intrudes deep into Wonpil’s body, it slams into his cervix and he has to bite down on his tongue so that he does not scream. His hands release the sheets as they shift to cover his mouth, his mind nothing but a bright white spark as the alpha’s hands grip him by the waist. Younghyun’s nails slice against his skin, there’s blood over both of them now and he does not know where it is coming from, who it belongs to. He doesn’t know if it is his or not.
What he does know is that Younghuyn has begun to fuck him. His thick cock sliding through his narrow, tight space. There is something that breaks, something tearing and searing. He whines as hot tears begin to trace down his cheeks, his body tensing as Younghyun keeps fucking into him, slamming in deep over and over again. He feels the tip of Younghyun’s hard, solid cock hit his cervix, and feels it rock his entire world.
“Alpha…” he whimpers, his legs squirming. He tries to move otherwise, tries to face Younghyun but the alpha lets go of his waist to grab his hair. He pushes his head down against the pillow, Wonpil’s tears soaking into the fabric. “It’s — It’s too much… It’s too… Please go slower…”
“No,” Younghyun growls and slams in deep again. His cock is hard, a rigid intrusion that feels so good despite everything. Wonpil moans against the sheets, his ass perching up as Younghyun leans over his body, his arm wrapping tightly around Wonpil’s waist like a cuff. He is too weak to escape the alpha, too weak to really do anything but lay here and take his cock, hoping that the knot will form soo. “You’re — you’re so fucking tight. Do you feel how tight you are? Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Wonpil cannot find words. His eyes roll back slightly as Younghyun’s body presses down onto him. The cock that pushes in each time is unrelenting, it does not have the capacity to grant him mercy. He feels it stroke against his walls, slamming into him and pressing deep into him. The tip hits his cervix, an agony he wishes he didn’t feel but he can’t stop it. He doesn’t want it to stop, not really, and he is clawing at the sheets, squirming and twisting below the alpha who is making him his. He is ruining all chances that Wonpil has at a comfortable life all for his selfish needs.
“Fuck, baby… fuck…” Younghyun growls, his nails scratching along Wonpil’s side. It tingles across his body as Younghyun’s hips smack into him, jolting him against the sheets. “Do you like that? Huh? Do you like it?”
Wonpil whines, a dip forming in his back. He cannot escape it, he is trapped between Younghyun’s body and the bed. All he can do is accept it as Younghyun fucks him deeper and harder and keeps going. He plunges in, he fucks him the same way he had killed the alpha on the floor, the one who Wonpil can see when he turns his head and looks over at the floor. The one who is dead now, who will become cold soon.
“It — it hurts…” he whines, trying to pull away from Younghyun. Those strong hands don’t let him go and he is pulled back into the bliss of being bred, of being filled up. He can feel the way that Younghyun’s knot is getting ready to form, he can feel how it is going to tear him up if Younghyun hasn’t already done it. “You’ll… you’ll knot me…”
“Yeah… Yeah…” Younghyun growls and he leans down, pressing his entire weight onto Wonpil. He is unable to move now, trapped against the bed as he tries to breathe, clutching onto the sheets as something warm runs between his legs. He feels it smear against his thigh and Younghyun must smell it because he uses one hand to swipe it up. He brings his hand up, the other sliding under Wonpil’s jaw so he can lift his head and see. “Look… You’re — you’re bleeding too…”
Wonpil sees it, the mixture of blood and slick on Younghyun’s fingers. He sees where his purity has been ripped out of him, he feels it leaking down his leg and over the sheets. He had tried his entire life to escape the sinful desires that he would lose his virginity in this manner, pinned to the ground and fucked to tears. He had run so far from it that he had merely run in a lap, meeting it at the finish line where Younghyun slams into his body and turns him into putty.
And it does hurt, there’s so much pain but it is overpowered. He is being fucked, used for the very purpose his body was made for. His mind is sluggish but it is filled with fantasies of swelling up with Younghyun’s pups, of bearing an entire litter for him. He wants to give up this life and he wants to stay with Younghyun, he wants to be in Younghyun’s den and become his mate forever.
Then he feels Younghyun’s teeth on his body, he feels his canines scratch against his skin, drawing blood. He feels how it draws closer to his scent gland, feels it trace over tender flesh that is easily broken. He knows what Younghyun will do, he knows what he will make of it, and Wonpil is scared. He’s terrified. He doesn’t know what he wants right now because every coherent thought is fucked out of him when Younghyun’s hard cock invades him once more.
“They need to know you’re mine,” Younghyun growls, his voice low and rumbling. “They can’t think you belong to them. They’ll try to fuck you, to breed you, and your womb is mine.”
“No…” Wonpil groans.
“No?” Younghyun repeats.
“You can mate me another… another time…” Wonpil pleads but his words are slurred. His body is tense and sore and he needs something. He needs the heat and the waves and he needs something tight. He wants it so badly, he just doesn’t know what it’s called. He wants Younghyun so deeply that he might rip his own heart out of his chest just to make room for the alpha inside of him. “Just — just —”
Younghyun howls, his head turned to the side as his hips slam deep into Wonpil. His body stills for a moment, something wet and viscous filling Wonpil’s body but it’s not the only thing that does. He feels the knot form, flexible for a moment but then it is as hard as concrete. It tears him as he thought it would, his pussy clenching around the tight intrusion, one that he cannot pull away from or get out from. The knot pulses, vibrating inside of him as Younghuyn comes, as he fills Wonpil with his seed and ruts his hips so he can push it in deeper. Wonpil’s own clenching tells him that he is coming too but he can’t be sure, he’s never actually come from being fucked.
This is the first time. It’s his first time with a lot of things.
"Ah... take it out..." Wonpil whimpers, pushing back against the intrusion. "Take it out, alpha. Take it... ah..."
“Don’t fight it… Don’t fight it…” Younghyun growls, his words and his knot are hard and unforgiving. Yet his hands glide down his sides softly, brushing circles into his skin as Wonpil cries, his body existing around the knot, pulsing and trembling as he tries to milk Younghyun dry, as he tries to take in every single ounce just to make sure it sticks, that something sticks. “My knot is in you now… You’re not getting away even if you wanted to try… Do you want to try?”
Wonpil shakes his head, whimpering as the knot sears against him. His mind is nothing but that, the release of years of tension. He did not know how it would feel, just that it feels and it’s in him and he feels that and he feels Younghyun’s seed filling him and he’s been gently placed right into what he is supposed to be, the thing that he had been avoiding this entire time.
He is panting, tears rushing down his cheeks as Younghyun pushes into him. He is still rutting his hips, fucking Wonpil with both his knot and his cock. It is the best sensation he has ever felt, the stiffness doesn’t have any give but it is giving him everything he wants. He mewls and whines as he is snared, the room quiet for just a moment then. He has Younghyun inside of him, Younghyun’s cock and Younghyun’s knot and Younghyun’s seed.
And Younghyun’s canines too. They pierce the tender skin of his scent gland. There is a tense pop and blood springs forth, rolling down his skin and onto the bedsheets. It is a flurry of pain that he has never felt before, something that isn’t much different to the sensation of being knotted for the first time.
It is a lot. It is too much. It is not enough. It’s all he has ever wanted from an alpha and from his first time. It is not right but it is right. Painful and harsh and not loving but somehow, he had always known that would be the case. Somehow he just knew he would have ended up here, pressed into the mattress with a growling alpha on top of him.
An alpha he knows he belongs to. The pain of the mating bite tells him that, the dizziness that washes over him and claims his consciousness tells him that too.
iii.
He wakes up every so often, eyes bleary and the room dark. Every time he wakes up, he feels Younghyun inside of him. He’s being fucked or knotted or a combination of both. He is coming in rivulets over his legs and the bed and over Younghyun. He is leaking both his and Younghyun’s mess.
His body is sore and he is tired, so he returns to the bliss of being unaware each time. And it works each time, until he wakes up again. He is thrown back into his overly sensitive body, his skin itching because he is not close enough to Younghyun. He feels the knot jammed inside of it, making use of his aching body, and he feels a flush of heat. Another moment in which he comes and his eyes close.
iv.
There has always been a solitude to silence, to looking around a dark room and seeing the world that he is in. The world that was made for him but not exactly made for the way he thinks and feels. He lays in the bed, his body limp and crushing down onto another body.
His mate is asleep and Younghyun has not taken his knot out yet. He does not think he will. He doesn’t see the point right now. He will not be doing anything until he is sure that Wonpil has his pups inside of him. That’s the only thing that makes sense at the moment. Everything else will come second to that.
It will come second to finally having everything that he wants.
v.
He wakes up sore, his limbs feeling stiff and his body is wet. The room still smells like the freshness of blood, it sweeps across the entire room but he can’t pinpoint where it comes from. The walls are brown with it now, the floor empty and he is alone.
Wonpil does not wish to, he doesn’t know if he can, but he pushes himself up and he looks out into the room. He sees the remnants of what happened, torn fabric and shards of glass. His aching body protests to any sort of movement, his hands trembling as he slides forward until his bare feet hit the ground. He is careful not to move too much, he does not want to do anything but run his hand along his thigh. To feel the wetness there, to find out what is there.
His hand pulls away from his skin, his fingers wafting through the air to see the slick and come on him. Some flakes of dried blood are there and he is certain that he is letting Younghyun’s seed leak out of him as he sits here, looking down at the mess. But he can’t think for a moment, only staring at the mess made of him and his body. He does not need to glance in the mirror to know that he will be littered with bruises, with hand prints and bites and scratches.
In a way, it is the perfect image for an omega.
But not for one like him.
The door creaks open then, some wood chips falling away from the crack. The figure that enters is dressed in loose sweatpants and a baggy sweater. His dark hair falls into his eyes, the longer strands as the back curling around his ears as he walks in and looks at the blood still on the floor. His nose twitches but it does not seem as though he knows Wonpil is awake.
“Come here,” he says.
Younghyun’s head snaps around to him, his eyes growing wide. He steps into the room, letting the door close with a gentle thud, and then Wonpil can see he has some items in his hands. Some water, a bottle of pills, and a cloth too. It is all very useful, he’s sure of it.
“You shouldn’t be up,” Younghyun states. He is staying put, not coming towards him. “You’ve been through a lot and you bled. I must’ve torn something —”
Wonpil hates the gentle way he is speaking. Raising a hand, he points to the ground between his feet. “Come here,” he replies with a growl.
Younghyun hesitates but he does move, setting the items down onto the bed before he lowers himself onto his knees. He looks up at Wonpil, his eyes hold regret, pain and misery. Wonpil wishes that he would just own what he has done. They both know what has just happened, an irreversible shifting of the tides between them. Things will be different now, they cannot go back to how they were before.
Younghyun’s hands touch his legs. “Wonpil —”
He slaps the alpha. He hits him as hard as he can but it isn’t enough to leave a mark, it seems. Younghyun hisses quietly before he looks at Wonpil, his eyes as sharp as they have always been. He does not say a word, it seems that he has learned his lesson.
“That was…” Wonpil hesitates now, shaking his head. “I don’t know what it was.”
“I took your purity... I know that. And you were hurt…” Younghyun states. “And you can feel — feel anything. You can hate me…”
He wishes he could. He has never enjoyed alphas, his life had been switched to this line of work just so he could use their stupid genes against them. Now, he has found himself embroiled with an alpha who is on his knees for him, peering up at Wonpil with large, almost terrified eyes.
And it’s hard to untie the man who has taken care of him for all of these years from the alpha who had fucked him. The alpha who has just mated with him. It’s hard to put aside what he knows to be Younghyun — the man who brings him dinner, who takes him home, who always jumps in to help him — and the alpha who needs to hurt him, to break him and split him open.
“Do you hate me?” Younghyun asks.
“No,” Wonpil admits. “I don’t hate you…”
Younghyun bites his lip, his teeth stained with red in places. He shifts forward, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against Wonpil’s thigh. His tongue comes out to lick up the mess, the mixture of blood and seed. It sends a tingle through Wonpil and he knows that it is over. He has lost all ability to fight back.
Younghyun is his mate.
“Take me home,” Wonpil says.
Younghyun lifts his head, his dark eyes glittering. “Home?” he repeats.
“You did this to me —” Wonpil waves his hand over his sore, bruised body. “You take ownership for it now.”
Despite the sternness he has been addressed with, Younghyun smiles. It is almost cold in a way but he gets up and towering over Wonpil once more. He is a formidable force and as much as he does not wish to admit it, the way things have transpired could be good. He could get something he had been denying himself for a very long time.
Younghyun leans down, scooping him up into his strong arms. Wonpil winces, gripping tightly onto his shirt as he is taken away from the bed and the room and the blood.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Younghyun promises and presses a kiss to the side of his head. “You’re mine now…”
Wonpil simply closes his eyes and rests his head against his mate’s shoulder.