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Madness. There's madness everywhere. He perceives it in the blood that splashes on the numbered shirts, in the cracks of bones, in the screams, blows, and shoves that are seen through the unstable light. He himself perceives it when a man rushes in his direction, wanting to hurt him with a pipe.
He fights with all the strength he has; his survival instincts are on top. Escaping, dodging, and counterattacking if he can. Unfortunately, the effect of being unarmed is a significant difference. At some point, he ends up being thrown against a bedpost as the man prepares to continue beating him. But then he hears a growl, intense and threatening, dangerous, accompanied by an overwhelming whiff of—
Alpha.
Gi-hun stands up as best as he can, letting his nose rejoice in the unmistakable scent of pheromones denoting fury and possessiveness. His teeth hold back the sudden moan, and his body shudders, noticing that this alpha also has a pipe. His reaction is not one of fear, he knows that. Rather, it's instinctive because the alpha is showing his ability. He's strong, very strong. The continuous strikes could have rendered the beta man unconscious, if not for the knock he manages to deliver to his face.
Sang-woo falls on his back, very close to Gi-hun, who feels the sudden heat in his lower belly, announcing another inopportune, threatening reaction. Luckily, Ali arrives to help them scare off the other man, allowing them to have this moment.
“Sang-woo...” He whispers without hiding his unforeseen longing. An impulse motivated by half-lucid consciousness since the humid heat forming in his crotch isn't an indicator of impending, natural heat. It's an induced heat.
Truth to be told, he has been carrying this strange feeling for days, one that he refuses to believe because it isn't only inopportune, but also shameful. Feeling embarrassed and feverish for his childhood friend is out of the question.
However, ever since they exchanged glances while playing Red Light, Green Light, his body —his omega instinct— isn't the same. Beyond the happiness of meeting an old friend, another sensation emerged from the depths of his being, a confusing emotion that he can describe as a sense of belonging.
He can't even compare this to the emotions he used to have for his ex-wife because, to begin with, she's an omega, and his past relationships were with betas. Maybe this is what people call compatibility between alphas and omegas?
Sang-woo jumps up, staring at him. The lights keep flashing. Among the screams, horror and stress fill the air, but for Gi-hun it's different. He feels oddly safe.
“Sang-woo, are you okay?” He asks, right when the beam allows him to see how his friend's pupils seem to change.
“Yes,” Sang-woo replies simply, with a calm tone that makes him shiver from head to toe, releasing a little more of his pheromones, which no longer inflict fear.
Gi-hun breathes in eagerly, feeling how those hormones shock his nervous system and, before his intention of exhaling can be completed, he feels the violent grip around his waist, hands that tangle tightly and lift him off the ground. He gasps, surprised but not resisting, with his shaky legs finding a place at the strong waist. A reflex reaction.
Sang-woo accommodates them in a way that their crotches can touch, the stretchy layers of green clothes separating them as the only obstacle. Gihun's dampness seeps from his pants on the contrary ones, undeniably excited.
“Omega,” his friend whispers at his ear level, rubbing himself as more slick covers the center of their pants. “My Omega.”
Oh.
The moan that emerges from his throat cannot be contained this time; the abrupt excess of closeness feels too good. Gi-hun is hopeless and hot, so very hot.
“You're mine,” Sang-woo mutters, and the omega's agitated mind cannot help but agree.
Yes, yes I am.
That's all it takes to get carried away a bit more.
Somehow, Sang-woo is in rut and has triggered his instant heat. He can't believe this is happening. He can't even process that he's touching his childhood friend like this. His sweet pheromones scatter, and Sang-woo starts directing them someplace he can't see.
Roars of other alphas are heard in certain unfamiliar corners of the room, causing the omega to hug more closely to the alpha who holds him and growls loud enough to draw away unwanted attention. A warning sign that doesn't bother Gi-hun, he knows that Sang-woo's doing this to protect them.
Fortunately, the erratic illumination gives them an advantage in finding a safer place. Gi-hun rests his chin on the alpha's left shoulder, seeing right in time how Ali, despite being surprised and aware of what's happening, has managed to recruit the pickpocket, who also observes them with strangeness. A small reminder that he has allies and apparently, they will be fine, although he seems to forget someone else... someone who cannot remember because of the essence that covers his nostrils to fill his brain with sheer want.
The sound of a door slamming open as fast as it closes is the next thing he hears, safe from external disaster, screams that boil down to echoes, then his body is leaning against the nearest surface.
There, he realizes that he has closed his eyes, and when he opens them, the alpha has him imprisoned against the wall, one hand on either side of his head and his wrecked face close to his. Gi-hun can smell pheromone-filled breath like never before, turning his bones to jam. The place has the lights off as well and, in a satisfying sense, makes him feel closer to the man.
“I'm not going to let anyone hurt you,” Sang-woo murmurs with a voice loaded with instinct, leaning even further, his lips almost on top of his. A grim promise. “No one will.”
Gi-hun gasps upon hearing it. “Sang-woo—”
“You're mine,” the alpha repeats in a growl, just before his nose digs into his scent glands to properly appreciate his essence.
The omega tilts his neck to the side, almost spontaneously, his mouth opening in surprise and pleasure, giving Sang-woo more room to scent him. His mind is still thinking a bit clearly, so he knows this isn't an accident. The suspicion isn't a mere suspicion after all. Since childhood he was attached to Sang-woo, and that affection survived the passing of time. An invisible force that united them despite being from different social classes. An affection that was there at all times, even after being separated by expectations and different paths. A physical feeling that appeared within a few months after presenting as an omega, which led him to get away from Sang-woo because he was afraid of the implications.
It's not like he didn't know. He knew, he always knew. And now, he knows.
Gi-hun sighs, fully understanding his situation. The rest no longer matters. His bond with this alpha dominates every fiber of his being, seducing him to the point of ignoring his reality and disastrous situation. It pushes him to be strangely selfish. The satisfaction of being saved by this alpha felt great. Seeing this alpha being possessive with him feels right.
“Alpha...” he says recklessly, leaning forward to scent the man back, getting drunk on the strong aroma.
The next snarl resonates against his nose and neck, pushing him further to succumb to the heat and the pleasant scent that makes him feel like he's floating. His eyes close again, and his lips sob at the throbbing pressure on his underside.
“Mine,” Sang-woo insists. “Only mine.”
The omega's eyes reopen with dilated pupils sheltered by darkness, announcing that there's no room for modesty. “Yours.”
The next thing that happens is even faster. There are hands in various places on his searing body. Especially on his neck, one of his shoulders, and part of his back. A reaffirmation that he's at the complete mercy of this person. But then Gi-hun feels cold because his pants have been slid down and the spring is in the middle of his buttocks, a temporary discomfort that is solved with a hot hand that sneaks into his wet entrance.
“Alpha!” he groans sharply.
Two skilled fingers stir fast, a movement from top to bottom that opens him little by little, heat that continues rising. His moistness is so noticeable that sounds emerge without a single trace of inner pain. An advantage of being in heat.
At this rate, a third finger attaches too early.
“Ahh!” he moans even louder, leaning his whole face on Sang-woo's hot neck while his own hands descend on the annoying pants, pulling them as best he can, until he can appreciate the naked and hard shaft against his wet underwear.
Sang-woo concedes his desperate pace, pulling the omega's pants and trusses off with a yank that knocks them to the ground. Gi-hun lifts his face to lick the alpha's collarbone, who responds with strong thrusts into his walls and a hoarse groan.
He whimpers, and in his desperation, he manages to take off his shoes to release his legs from the clothes.
“Alpha...” he keeps calling out to him, but his mind doesn't completely go away.
The exact reason is unknown. Perhaps it's because this isn't a normal cycle, or perhaps it's because his consciousness wants to be present enough. But that isn't the point. What's more important is that there's no need to want to be bitten, but to be frigged by this alpha, who also happens to be someone he cherishes. He's so lucky…
“Fuck me, alpha. I want you to fuck me,” he implores when fingers aren't deep enough to drive him completely crazy.
Sang-woo looks at him in the dark, stopping his ministration. Gi-hun feels his enigmatic eyes fixing on his own. They make him more anxious, and he expresses it through pheromones because he doesn't like the sudden immobility.
More.
“Please...”
“Do you know who I am?”
Gi-hun blinks fast, too needy to be hurt by his alpha questioning what's going on. He can't see Sang-woo's features well, but judging from his serious tone of voice, the omega thinks the alpha wants to make sure they're on the same page, even if that sounds weird. It's like Sang-woo is asking him if this is what he wants. A glimmer of sanity.
“You are Cho Sang-woo,” he replies, placing his hands on the broad shoulders to remove his sweatshirt, and the alpha doesn't stop him even if it gets stocked.
That seems to do the trick. The hoarse groan he receives in response is an adequate indicator to let him know that things are getting out of control. The fingers inside him come out with force, making him whimper. This time, the green garment falls to the ground, allowing him to welcome the bare strong arms of his alpha. A mind-blowing vision, full of strength. It's so overpowering and exciting that he lets his alpha's tough hands take him from his bottom to lift him into the air again, encouraging him to wrap his bare legs around that waist for a second time. It's a comfortable position since they both have a similar stature.
The only clothes that cover them are their soaked numbered shirts. In this way, their half-naked bodies —especially their groins— interact again. As a result, they suffocate in the thick air covered with pheromones.
“I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk. Everyone will know that I did it,” Sang-woo affirms then, regardless of the weight of his words. Something he would never have said outside of his rut-dominated mind.
“Oh yes!,” Gi-hun yells, controlled by the sexual instinct that begins to be satisfied with the sudden intrusion into his leaking entrance. A burning stretch that doesn't prevent him from receiving and accommodating his alpha. “Ah! So big!”
“I wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in this place,” Sang-woo exclaims as he moves his hips forward, catching an intermediate pace, not too slow, not too fast. Just enough to take what belongs to him, without rushing even though he would like to. “I wanted to take you right there against the floor, against the sand, no matter if they saw us and those guards —mmh— threatened to shoot us,” he adds, leaning forward to secure the omega against the wall as he pushes his insides.
A confession as well as a trigger to increase their mutual yearning.
“Oh!” It's the only thing that Gihun's lips emit, and the heat in his lower belly scorches more thanks to these words that, blended with the thrusts of his alpha's member and his back against the cold wall, result in an exquisite combination. “Ah! Sang-woo...!”
He's definitely going crazy.
“You look good like this,” the alpha keeps stating, engrossed in saying what he truly thinks in exchange for pleasure. “Full of my cock… with that big mouth of yours shouting my name.”
Gi-hun moans again, leaning his forehead against the other, seeing the way his leaking and neglected cock leaps between their stomachs, following the constant speed that grows and grows, until his walls stretch as much as they tighten. A warm prison.
“You like this,” is not a question, but he responds with a groan. “You got —mmh— tighter...”
The omega hiccups, finding the right words to answer despite his intense arousal. “Because it's you...”
“Good. I'm going to be the only one,” Sang-woo assures him, placing his hand on top of his sweat-covered chest —noticeable through the shirt— to squeeze one of his sensitive clothed nipples. “And you know it. We both know it.”
“Yes!” Gi-hun agrees, taking advantage of the fact that the alpha has limited his jostling to start pushing back. “I've always known!”
Sang-woo shudders at Gihun's boldness, exhaling hard to breathe in the sweetness of the omega pheromones and his own. A mix of lustful hormones that numb his brain. He is no longer acting or thinking reasonably. But he's still here, and he knows exactly what he's doing. An intermediate point that makes him feel too well-off, and the truth is that he doesn't feel like resisting it. Not this time.
His rut has surprised him in more ways than one.
“Fuck, you smell so fucking good,” he assures, lifting the shirt from the sweaty chest to touch it directly, enjoying the way the nipple hardens under his touch.
He sticks his tongue out to lick the omega's lips, without stopping his swings and pinches, creating another assortment of gratifying things. Gi-hun reciprocates, opening his mouth to grasp his tongue and suck on it. The alpha —amid the growl at his act— rewards him with an especially strong thrust that takes him further inside. A perfect angle that makes him brush against Gi-hun's most sensitive set of nerves. The muscles of his pelvis tense, and his mouth keeps shoving its tongue into the omega's noisy mouth.
“Alpha!” The omega shrieks when he finally breaks their wet kiss, feeling full, entangling his hands in Sang-woo's silky hair, seeking the man's gaze, and hoping that the darkness doesn't prevent him from giving his message. “Hard—harder!”
Sang-woo feels the itching in his groin like promising anticipation.
“Harder?” He questions, suddenly digging his nails into the omega's hips as he keeps fucking him without rest.
Gi-hun nods as his skin scorch, letting his eyes fill with tears because he's tired of wanting more. But he indeed keeps waiting with high hopes. The greed and need to take all of this alpha is equivalent to a pang of ravenous hunger.
“Yes!”
Instead of responding, Sang-woo snaps his hips, moving the omega's entire body forward against the wall.
The impact steals Gi-hun's air for a moment, permitting him to realize that Sang-woo's tip is impossibly deeper and it's awesome and too much and so impressive. His nerves go from being stimulated to directly exploding into a massive amount of dopamine, they make him tremble as his hungry hole swallows all of the alpha's cock, with no protest.
“Like this?” The broken question sounds amid all the fucking, yelling, and grunting.
His sweaty back is slipping too much on the surface, his shirt is wet, and the friction is intense, just as painful as everything else, but he still doesn't want to stop. That's a fact. His building climax is there, right on his prostate. There's minimal space between his body and Sang-woo's, the obscene noise of their groins hitting each other reaffirms it.
That's why comfort isn't an option.
“Ah! Yes!” he manages to cry out, clearly feeling his alpha's cock hitting the deepest corner of him with every penetration.
“So tight,” Sang-woo grumbles, not looking away from the point where their bodies become one and the omega's arousal stains their exteriors, including the alpha's penis and balls. “So wet for me.”
“Only —ohh— for you,” the omega claims, sobbing impatiently, moving out of time. “I liked that you stood up for me—Ah! What...?”
“Dammit!” Sang-woo hisses at Gi-hun's approval of his territorial actions, and also because he's just as impressed as the omega since, as messy as his dunks have become, his sensations haven't diminished one bit. His cock is buried deep. It feels amazing. “I'm going to breed you, swell you all up. I'm going to fill you with my pups so that only I can have you.”
“Yes! Breed me!” Gi-hun answers immediately, letting his legs stay on the alpha's waist as his insides crush him. “Make me yours! I want to be yours!”
Going from fearing for his life to wanting to protect the omega he has feelings for is something he would never have expected. It's an indomitable regression, a complete madness. Sang-woo knows better. But he only needs to spare a glance at his quivering omega to realize that his rationality has nothing to do here. Right now, only the two of them matter.
He wants this. He has always wanted it.
For days, he was so irritated, so tired of seeing how Gi-hun paid attention to the beta girl, seeing him so friendly with the old man and Ali without knowing the exact reason, at least not beyond wanting to earn the promised money and not be so hostile to them. He felt so pathetically jealous and he kind of suspected why. He never predicted that suspicion would be confirmed in a second... when Gi-hun was hurt by that beta man and his fury and need to protect carried him to this point.
Now he's a willing alpha that wants to ignore the situation to attend to his needs and those of his omega. It's too late to stop.
In fact, he doesn't even want to. Since his childhood he has waited for this, shortly after presenting himself as an alpha who already had his eyes set on a future he still selfishly wants to achieve; A life that includes the omega he's taking right now.
“Alpha!” He hears the high-pitched whimpering at his ears and his messy thoughts stop immediately. “I'm coming!”
His clenched teeth tickle, and his eyes are redirected to the omega's body, who has arched his back as his member comes on his covered stomach. Sang-woo gulps, trying to hold back his moan because Gi-hun looks entrancing and has him tightly held, forcing him to fulfill his promise to stuff him with his fertile seed, milking him like he's made for his cock.
He is.
He has no escape.
“Mine,” he hears himself saying as the unmistakable contractions coming from his pelvis accumulate at his confined tip. “Mine, mine—”
He groans as he comes undone, fucking the screaming omega through his orgasm, whose body swings on top of his shaft by the sheer force that has pushed him away from the wall. Now Gihun's completely impaled, held up by the pure strength of the alpha's legs firmly planted on the ground.
He eventually stops because his climax dissolves into his blood and muscles, relaxing him until it gradually fades his sense of dominance as he tucks Gi-hun back against the mosaic surface.
The lights turn on suddenly and Sang-woo notices that the outside noise has stopped. He knows they should move, yet his gaze remains fixed on Gi-hun, all wrecked and well-fucked, still whimpering for him after all. His messy hair, mouth with spit, and puffy cheeks are such a sight...
His body shudders again.
And it's good that his instant rut out of his cycle stays here, not being able to form a knot or wanting to bite the omega. Thanks to this, he can be sane. Otherwise, he would have real intentions to get this omega pregnant.
His mind alerts him that these issues must be put aside because he can hear the sudden calm outside. It makes him think about the risk they took when they entered the bathroom, without the possibility of closing the door. Sang-woo sighs, gently untangling the other man's weak legs around him, withdrawing quickly from Gi-hun's body —who's panting weakly— and avoiding eye contact at all costs, not knowing if it's out of shyness. It seems his courage has worn off after his climax.
The alpha body bends down to pick up his pants and undergarments to pull them up, then bends down again to pick up the sweatshirt and place it over his right shoulder.
“Sang-woo...”
His body stops moving, not quite sure what to do. Unable to prevent his and Gi-hun's gaze from colliding.
“Are you okay?” The omega dares to ask him, and the alpha tries to avoid looking at his hands that stretch the shirt to cover his naked body. “I mean, you… you entered in rut and—”
“Yes,” he responds simply and accurately. Taking a slight pause before remembering his manners. “What about you? Are you alright?”
The omega blushes and Sang-woo can see it because he's thoughtlessly attentive. “Hmm… yeah, I'm… I'm fine.”
The alpha nods, managing to avert his eyes to regain some preservation.
“You should get dressed, they could come at any moment,” he prefers to comment, picking up Gi-hun's sweatshirt from the floor as well to hand it to him. “We will talk about this another time.”
“Ah, yes...” the trembling hand of the omega reaches out, taking the clothing as best he can, remembering where they are. Regaining a bit of seriousness. “Thanks.”
Then comes a brief silence that is quickly broken by the omega.
“Sang-woo?”
The alpha responds quickly, despite the tension forming in the air. “Yes?”
He listens to the omega's gulp before answering. “Could you... bring me some paper?”
Sang-woo heads straight to one of the compartments, grabbing a considerable amount of toilet paper.
“Thank you,” Gi-hun mutters when the alpha gives him what he asks for.
After that slight dialogue, the alpha leans against the wall, watching out of the corner of his eyes as the omega struggles to get cleaned and dressed, too embarrassed to ask for his help, and when he finally manages to wrap the spring of his pants around his small waist, his body sways to end up leaning on the opposite.
The brush, despite being light, feels like an electric shock. Gi-hun immediately retreats, apologizing without looking at him. “Sorry.”
Sang-woo sighs again. “I think we should go out.”
Gi-hun turns to look at him and this time the alpha does too. With the lights on, it's easier to deduce the awkwardness that has been created between them, fully sane and aware of what just happened. Eyes that express raw, unpretentious feelings.
It's new for them.
However, the omega is the one that moves first, with the alpha close behind, just in case he falls to catch him. He looks ahead, taking his time, walking a couple of wobbly steps, leaving a trail of pheromones that the alpha can sniff helplessly.
It smells good. It smells like the two of them.
Gi-hun's hands clasp nervously, considering that he doesn't want to end their encounter like this, turning around as he gathers his courage. “Sang-woo, listen—”
The alpha cuts him out, and instead of listening to him, saves the conversation to kiss him hard.
Gi-hun gasps, especially from the tongue that is inserted without regard, without hesitation. His hands find their rightful place on the neck of his alpha, who in turn grabs his waist to bring them closer. The hint of pheromone flavor covers his taste buds, runs off the corner of his mouth and it feels nice.
But then their kiss is broken, and he's about to lean in for more when the same hot tongue runs down his chin, stopping at his scent glands to nibble without breaking the skin. The sound of sucking echoes in his ears and makes him groan low. “Sang-woo…”
“Don't let anyone see it,” the alpha whispers against moist skin, dark and possessive, right before licking over the mark as a way to reclaim what's his.
Gi-hun feels like he's dreaming.
“Okay,” he mutters as his eyes seek for the look that is already waiting for his.
In the absence of their instinctual desires, their attraction and need to stay close are all they feel for now. Sang-woo is the one who bends first and Gi-hun is already closing his eyes again—
“Stop!” The masked and armed men slam in, forcing them to break apart.
Gi-hun doesn't miss the low growl that Sang-woo holds in his throat, making him blush —for the thousandth time in a short time— as they raise their hands.
“Move!”
Gi-hun walks first again, resisting the urge to look back, but it's not necessary, Sang-woo doesn't take his possessive gaze off the back of his neck.
When they come out, he feels a few eyes on them.
He doesn't need to guess the reason; their essences are so intermingled with each other, they make it so obvious.
His energies don't allow him to be embarrassed as he wants, even if this Deok-su man is blurting out comments about how they managed to have fun without inviting him.
On his part, Sang-woo turns to shoot him a murderous look, accompanied by a whimper that is not quite a growl.
“Keep going!” one of the masked men orders at him, finishing a possible confrontation before it even starts.
Upon arriving with Ali, Gi-hun remembers the person he had forgotten next to the pickpocket. An uneasy person, the gentle old man that's coming down from the top of the beds with a poker face.
“Oh! You're fine!” he says with genuine relief.
“Sirs! It's good that you are okay too,” Ali greets cheerfully, a gesture he deeply appreciates and is about to thank when he catches the scent of Sang-woo.
“You guys are safe too,” the alpha comments as he stands beside him.
The omega resists the urge to want to lean in to smell it more closely, feeling how his temporal mark on his neck pulses.
“Hyung,” he listens then, turning too soon. “You should rest.”
Gi-hun purses his lips, noticing how Sang-woo's Adam's apple is bubbling, almost nervously.
“Okay,” he agrees, feeling his own throat tremble from him, amazed that his ability to speak has returned quickly.
Sang-woo looks at him a bit longer, before breaking contact and heading to the foot of the stairs amidst the rubble.
Gi-hun takes a deep breath, looking around to see the number of bodies on the ground with the big coffin next to them. The mess made out of clotted blood and splattered brains on the metallic surface threatens to make him dizzy.
This was another kind of madness.
And his gaze strays from the carnage to end up being caught by those watchful brown eyes.
A silent statement.
Things between them have changed. His body is still sensitive, he feels how it shakes when he remembers what he has done with Sang-woo, who breathes deeply as he takes his hand to his neck, right on the glands that Gi-hun smelled not long ago.
He swallows, eager for whatever is to come.
Sang-woo told him that they would have time to talk about this. He hopes that will happen soon.
His lower belly punctures him in a way that —he knows— will be exclusive to the alpha who has been predisposed to start a conversation with the rest of his allies.