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Living right outside a remote village in Romania was really not something Ethan had foreseen himself ever doing. But after Dulvey, anything was possible. Chris had been wary about shipping him out there alone, but he couldn’t be with Mia anymore – things had become too painful, too complicated and they had started to resent each other before they both decided to break things off – and he didn’t feel comfortable letting some random alpha live with him. So here he was, in a tiny little house that the BSAA had built for him, idling away the hours in between his training sessions.
He wouldn’t be surprised if Chris had posted someone outside of his house and had them watching him, either to keep him safe or make sure he didn’t become… something else. He didn’t really know what he could turn into. He felt…as normal as a person could be, after they go through something like that. A bit shaken, he tells himself, but fine.
Ethan spent most of his time alone, trying to convince himself that he was normal and barely failing at it. Occasionally he went into the village, to try and acclimate himself to the people there. The people who lived there were…strange. Archaic and fearful, it was like he had stepped back in time.
That night, Ethan had felt off. So he decided to take a walk into the village – maybe grab something to eat somewhere. When he arrived at the village, it became clear to him that that was a horrible mistake. Absolute chaos was reigning through the streets, feral creatures that looked like a cross between men and beasts terrorized the usually docile villagers. And Ethan had no weapon.
Ethan ran through the village, trying to find something to protect himself, some kind of vantage point so he could figure out just what the hell was going on. He narrowly missed the ire of them as they were more focused on the villagers – not ideal, but at least it meant things were slightly more survivable.
He could hear people screaming in the background, shouting with fear and despair in their voices that the lycans were in the village again and someone must have crossed Mother Miranda. Ethan grit his teeth and tried to call out to one of them for help, but they just screamed and scattered. So he was on his own.
He ducked through alleyways and sneaked around, desperate to hide from them. Eventually he made his way to what looked like an old factory, he hoped it would be abandoned, but that didn’t quite make out. The factory was brimming with strange, mechanical looking creatures as well as the lycans.
Then things went from bad to even worse. He had known that his heat was coming, known that the warm feeling in his body and the slight agitation that permeated his mind was a tell tale sign. He just didn’t expect it to happen now. He had terrible luck. “N-no…” He whimpered, legs clamping together as he felt a bead of slick drip down his thighs. “Not now!” There couldn’t possibly be a worse time for this to happen. He cursed to himself and dipped down a hallway, the lycans at his tail. ‘Find something.’ He thought as he frantically searched for something to protect himself with. His searches even more frantic as he realized just how vulnerable a position he was in. ‘A gun, a knife, anything!’
He just needed to get somewhere safe. But the more he kept running, the less likely it seemed to him that there was even somewhere safe in this damn village. Ethan tried to find somewhere he could hide and recuperate, but the place was built like a labyrinth and the creatures skulking about terrified him.
Despite how unfair it was, Ethan couldn’t help but think that this must have been all Chris’ fault – or really, the doctors at the BSAA that examined him and told him he couldn’t keep taking suppressants forever. He would either need to get off of them for a long time or, in their words, “make alternative arrangements.” Ethan hadn’t stopped to consider what they meant by that. Probably some invasive surgeries – scooping out his bonding gland, something else terrible like that.
Maybe if he was on suppressants, if his heat wasn’t making his head feel so foggy, he could have had a much easier time dodging all of these monsters. It was a miracle that he hadn’t been mauled yet. His odds got worse and worse by the second and eventually he found himself with a group on his tail, chasing after him insistently.
Then one of them got close enough to throw him against a wall. His head smacked on it first and he groaned. His vision went a little blurry and he slumped against the wall. He could feel something wet on his forehead, dripping down to his cheek. He groaned in pain, his head was pounding and trying to get back to his feet was nigh impossible. Between his head, his impending heat and the horde of lycans that were sure to be on him in moments – Ethan was sure he was going to die very soon.
Suddenly the lycan that was towering over him had his head chopped off by what he swore was a slab of steel, a bit of blood sprayed on Ethan’s face but otherwise he was unharmed. He looked up to see who had stopped the lycan – expecting Chris or someone else from the BSAA – but it wasn’t Chris.
Whoever this man was, he had never seen him before – or anyone like him. An alpha, he noted grimly, dressed in a trench coat and practical work clothes. Ethan grit his teeth, already feeling aggravated and overheated, when the alpha offered him his hand. Ethan took it, after a moment of trepidation, and allowed the alpha to pull him to his feet.
Even as he does it, he knows its a bad idea, but he feels so weak and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else sane here. He wavers on his feet as he moves to stand, and he practically crashes into the other man’s body – that earns him a laugh. “You’re eager.” The alpha said, “I like that.” He added, sounding particularly smug about it.
Ethan frowned, a feeling of wariness cutting through the fogginess in his mind. “Eage- what? No… I… I have to get home…” He said, mostly to himself, looking for any venue of escape. The alpha had boxed him in, “Lemme… lemme go.” He protested weakly, pushing him away with all the force that he could manage – which in his state, wasn’t much.
The alpha pauses, as if pretending to think about it, “You don’t wanna be in this state during a purge.” He told Ethan, like that would make any sense to him. “Nah, I think I’ll just take you home, before the lycans or my…siblings try to take you for themselves.” He grit his teeth on the word ‘siblings’, like it physically pained him to think of them that way.
Whatever sense of fight that Ethan had left in him renewed in that moment, he pushed away from the alpha and slammed his body against the wall, using what little space was between them. Then he slid down on the floor and crawled desperately away. As soon as he got to his feet though, metal chains began whirling around him, cuffing his wrists and ankles, before he was pulled back to the alpha.
Ethan grit his teeth in frustration – of course it couldn’t be easy, of course the first person he ran into that was even slightly normal was a dangerous mutant. “No, fuck you! Let me go asshole!” Ethan protested impotently as he was pulled into the other mans arms. The alpha picked him up and hefted him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Ethan tried to scratch and hit him, anything that would make him put Ethan down. Ethan feels himself getting weaker and weaker with each struggling move and it doesn’t take him long until he’s limp and unconscious as the alpha takes him god knows where.
Ethan groaned as he woke. He was being held securely over the alphas shoulder and his vision was still blurry, he could make out the dirty halls of the factory passing him by. Occasionally getting higher and lower as if he was being lifted into space by some unknown means. He muttered to himself in confusion as he tried to make out where the hell he was.
“Quit your whining!” The alpha told him, “We’re almost there.” He promised. Ethan’s eyes closed once again and when they opened he was being deposited onto a large bed. Only a second later, he heard the depressing sound of a lock clicking to let him know that he was trapped in here.
He looked around the room – it was a well appointed, if somewhat in disuse, space. Dust covered some of the surfaces and everything looked relatively untouched. Like his captor hadn’t been in here in some time. Ethan grit his teeth as he felt the bed settle around him, he looked to see that the alpha was sitting close to him, lighting a cigar as he peered at Ethan from behind his sunglasses. “You got a name, omega, or should I just give you one?” He asked as he took a drag from it.
Ethan glared at the alpha and said nothing. The alpha hummed and leaned forward, blowing a bit of smoke in Ethan’s face. Ethan’s eyes watered and he struggled not to weakly cough out. “Karl Heisenberg,” The alpha introduced himself. The next thing that Ethan knew, Heisenberg was on top of him, hands on his wrist in a twisted parody of holding hands.
The surprise of it all knocked the wind out of him. Everything happened so fast, one moment Heisenberg was leaning in and nuzzling against his neck to scent him and then in the next, his jacket is being pulled off roughly enough to fray the stitching at the shoulders. He watched with a wary expression as the alpha rifled through his pockets. He pulled out his wallet and threw the jacket to the floor in a careless manner – so careless it made Ethan wince a bit.
Heisenberg rifled through Ethan’s wallet and pulled out his ID, “So… Ethan winters.” He said, “What brings an American omega to our little village?” He asked, “It’s obvious you’re no local, they know better than to be running outside during a purge.” He threw the wallet down on the ground by his jacket, cards and papers spraying across the floor.
Ethan frowned and chewed on his lower lip, the silent treatment didn’t work with this alpha. “Moved here a couple of months ago. J-just outside the village.” He replied. He decided to leave out how or why. It was better if Heisenberg didn’t know about Chris or the BSAA, that way when he – hopefully – got rescued, he would at least be caught off guard. Whether that made any difference was up in the air.
The alpha arched a brow at that. It wasn’t like it was odd for people to get lost, or stuck in the village. That was how Miranda brought in all the new blood. But no one had ever dared to move here. They couldn’t, for all intents and purposes the Village did not exist. They hadn’t gotten an omega here for at least a century either, at least according to Miranda.
Ethan started to panic, worried that he might start questioning what brought him here. His first thought was Mia, how she might end up in danger. She didn’t deserve that, not after everything that she had already been through. “But, it doesn’t really matter anyways. I’m, I’m here now.” He blurted out, speaking too quickly to seem even slightly casual.
Heisenberg looks at Ethan like he knows he’s hiding something, but decided not to call him on it. “That's right, you're all mine now.” He said, slinging off his own coat casually. Ethan tensed as he stalked towards him, looking like a predator snatching their prey out of a well made trap. A calloused hand moved to cup his cheek. “Yeah, you’re burning up. You’re lucky I found you in time, lycans would have made you their chew toy and torn you to pieces.”
He says it like he expects Ethan to be grateful that he kidnapped him and brought him here. Ethan turns his face away in disgust, which only served to make the alpha laugh at him. He took another drag from his cigar, before grabbing Ethan and pulling him close enough to kiss him, smoke tumbling out of his mouth and into Ethan’s as he forced their lips together. The smoke burned Ethan’s lungs and had him feeling just a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen. As he pulled away from the kiss, he bit Ethan’s lower lip, hard enough to leave it feeling tender.
Ethan felt dizzy and lightheaded as the alpha impatiently pulled his button up off of him, popping several buttons off of the shirt in the process. The alpha’s rough hands explored his chest, greedily exploring every bit of skin. He pinched and prodded at him, donning a shit eating grin whenever Ethan’s breath hitched or he squirmed.
When his hands moved lower, hitching at his belt to take his pants off, Ethan’s sense of fight returned once again. He squirmed and kicked his legs up at the alpha, hitting him in the chest – which Heisenberg brushed off like it was nothing. He jumped up and ran off of the bed, circling around in the hopes to avoid getting caught so easily. Ethan’s legs were as weak as a newborn calf, he could barely keep himself standing upwards, without using something to lean on.
Even still he was determined to get out. Or at least to try.
He made it to the door and desperately tried to get it open. He looked around for some sort of key or combination or something. “Oh. There’s no key. Probably should have mentioned that before.” The alpha informed him, watching Ethan with interest. Ethan’s hands went to the doors hinges like he was looking for some kind of secret puzzle or hidden compartment.
Ethan turned towards the alpha, “Let me go.” He said, a waver in his voice that suggested a weakness that he didn’t want Heisenberg to sniff out. A futile desire, judging by the smug, arrogant way he regarded Ethan – like he was already claimed.
Heisenberg shook his head before he moved towards him. Ethan barely dodged out of the way – he ran to what looked like a workbench. He picked up a sharp looking piece of scrap and held it to his chest in a defensive manner. It was the only thing that looked even somewhat like a weapon, so it was his only choice to brandish it. “Then just stay away.”
When the metal flew out of his hand – slicing his palm on the way – Ethan almost expected it. He just didn’t know what else he could do. He couldn’t just take this lying down. Couldn’t just let himself give in. He twisted around, eyes darting around erratically like a wild animal as he looked for some venue of escape. But there wasn’t one, just a comfortable room with a big bed and a door that didn’t need a key to lock.
It didn’t take much for the alpha to catch him and pull him back into his arms, by this point Ethan had already exhausted himself. “Look at you,” Heisenberg mumbled into his neck, scenting him with a kind of obviousness about it that was almost vulgar. His tongue dragged across his neck, tasting him. Ethan let out a string of curses and rustled in the alphas arms. “Can barely stand and you still got so much fight in you. Cute.” He practically cooed.
“Fuck you!” Ethan snapped, jabbing his elbow into what he hoped what his stomach. It was a little embarrassing how little his attacks seemed to effect the alpha. A little more embarrassing that Heisenberg didn’t even deign the assaults worth reacting to.
“Working on it.” Heisenberg replied. Ethan could feel him smirking against his skin as he pulled him in a little closer. A part of Ethan just wanted to give in right there, just let go. It was like a cloying voice was whispering in his ear – telling him to bare his throat, to spread his body across the sheets and let the alpha do whatever he wanted to him.
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” It cooed in his ear, like the devil on his shoulder. “Just to give in for once in your life? There’s no one here that you need to be strong for, anymore. Just give in. Give in. GIVE. IN.”
Ethan shook his head, as if to shake the very thoughts in his head. He tried to escape one more time, kicking and writhing in Heisenberg’s firm grip. Suddenly, as if the alpha had decided that enough was enough, his arms were forced upwards on their own – twisting and bending into a position that he had never thought possible. The pain was so intense that he felt like he was going to black out – it was a miracle that both of his arms hadn’t broken from the position that they were in. Ethan practically screamed, his breath coming out in ragged puffs.
The cuffs on his legs were pushing him towards Heisenberg, slowly shuffling him along until he crashed into the man. One of his hands traced up Ethan’s arms, leaving his hair standing on end. “Are you gonna stop or should I just keep you like this?” It was half a question and half a threat. Reminding him that he didn’t have a choice in this – he lost the choice the moment he made the stupid decision to enter what he had believed was a placid village on the wrong night.
Every slight movement ached worse than many things that he had experienced in his life and he was no stranger to pain. “Please, no.” Ethan muttered, his resolve cracking for the first time. Heisenberg hummed in a questioning manner, as if he wanted the omega to speak clearer. So Ethan did. Or at least, he tried.
“I’ll s-stop.” Ethan promised in a voice so quiet and ragged that it was little above a whisper, “I’ll stop.” He reiterated even quieter, the thought of being in that painful position for an entire week – likely longer – made him feel sick. Just like that, the cuffs eased up. Ethan let out a gasping breath, soreness still permeating his upper body. Especially his shoulders, which ached terribly, like the muscles and joints had been ripped up.
Heisenberg patted his cheek in a faux gentle manner, “Good. Not so hard now, was it?” He said as he led Ethan right back to the bed to finish what he had started before. In moments, Ethan was laying on his back and his pants were being torn off of him. Then Ethan was laying bare, in a strangers bed, with his head getting foggier by the second.
He watched with a dazed expression as the alpha moved over him. “No more running, Ethan.” He warned, his hands moving up his thighs, spreading them wide. Ethan just shook his head, unsure that he could even speak in the state he was in. Especially not when the alpha grabbed his cock and squeezed it – the only thing that came out of his mouth then was a choked out, desperate moan.
Heisenberg flipped him over, so that he was laying on his stomach. His knees were pushed up so that he was in a kneeling position, but they were so shaky that he didn’t know how long he could keep them there. He let out a gasp as the alphas fingers slide inside of him, slick pouring out of his hole and dripping down his thighs. “Gorgeous.” He muttered and Ethan tugged at the sheets desperately as his fingers pushed deeper inside of him.
He let out a sigh of relief as they pulled out of him, only to be replaced with the head of the alpha’s cock breaching his entrance not moments later. Hot white flashes flew across his vision as Heisenberg inched his dick inside of Ethan.
Ethan had not had the chance to get much experience with alphas before he met Mia, but if he had to guess he would say that Heisenberg was larger than most. Ethan could feel himself being stretched open by it, struggling to take it all in even as relaxed and wet his hole was. He let out a pitiful whimper as the alpha bottomed out inside of him before quickly pulling out.
Heisenberg grabbed his hips, hard enough that Ethan could already feel little bruises dotting alongside where the alpha’s fingers dug into his skin, and pulled him back onto his cock much quicker than the first time. By this point it was hard for Ethan to hold himself upright and his arms melted into the sheets and he dipped his head down to rest beside them.
Heisenberg let out a rough laugh and leaned over the omega, practically covering Ethan’s body with his own. Ethan felt cool metal against his heated skin, sliding up and down his back as Heisenberg thrust in and out of him, the sensations sent shivers down his spine. Ethan stuffed his fist in his mouth to blot out his moans, to little affect.
It was overwhelming, being used like this – and that was the only way Ethan could really describe it, being used like a toy. Every movement made his own cock brush against the sheets underneath him, adding to the already too long list of things that were overstimulating him.
When he finally comes, he slumps over and makes a pitiful sound – his mind truly going blank while Heisenberg scoops him into his arms and fucked him to his hearts content. If he even had a heart. Its almost a relief when he slows to a stop and comes inside of Ethan, his teeth digging into Ethan’s shoulder and piercing his skin as he rides out his own orgasm.
What little relief he got was shortly lived though, because soon the alphas come was flooding his insides and his knot swelled, trapping the two of them together. Ethan let out a soft whine as Heisenberg settled behind him His hand went to his midsection, feeling a small bulge there.
It hurts. It was like his body was struggling to accommodate the alpha – morphing and changing so it could take him. And it hurt – it was not the sudden, intense pains that he was used to dealing with either. It was a dull ache that sat in his gut and a feeling that he was overstuffed. It didn’t feel natural to Ethan – like this was another mutation of the alphas body. Another unusual side effect that went alongside his dangerous powers.
As if he had sensed Ethan’s distress and wanted to capitalize on it, he planted his hand on top of Ethan’s and coiled it around his wrist. The gesture would seem domestic – sweet even – if it was anyone else. He couldn’t squirm or try to run, not when they were locked together. So he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the other man.
Ignoring Heisenberg proved impossible when he started rocking into him. Ethan let out a litany of pathetic mewls and shocked cries as the alpha’s knot pushed inside of him. It’s too much, especially after everything that already happened. The alpha was pressed against him tightly, leaving him no room to squirm or struggle as Heisenberg forces his knot inside of him. It’s torture, like he’s being torn apart from the inside. Heisenberg leaned in to tell him, whisper in his ear. “You smell so fucking sweet.”
Then he blacked out.