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From the minute Harry first laid his eyes on the next omega he was supposed to kidnap, he knew Louis was gonna be a trouble. When he first saw Louis' face, he knew this mission was the most difficult one he would have to undergo. He was usually very unaffected by the work his boss makes him do, like kidnapping omegas from rich parents and getting ransom money out of it.
He got shit ton of money for tolerating a few strangers for a few weeks before he got rid of them. The only reason this worked and he didn't get caught was that all the families he's had to steal or kidnap from were huge families, who were mostly always involved in the wrong types of businesses anyways, which didn't allow them to actually go to the police to file complaints.
The plus point was that he was a tech genius, he was quite smart with computers. He could easily get into intercom and security systems or break into lock safes and stuff. That made his job infinitely easy, his boss loved him for that.
But when he first got the order about louis, he thought it would be just another omega that he would get rid of in a few weeks, but the minute he saw his face, he was mesmerized. He didn't think he'd ever seen such a beautiful omega before in his life.
The way he had this docile, petite body, with curves that dipped into all the right places. The way he dressed- in loose, warm clothes. The way he looked, with his sharp cheekbones and fierce eyes. Harry doesn't think he's ever been intimidated before except a few times, but he definitely felt nervous to look into those ocean eyes. The first thing he noticed about the omega was his hair though, feathery brown, usually swept aside in a messy fringe. The color of his hair really did compliment his eyes.
He was mesmerized by it all.
For the weeks he spent observing (some might say stalking) the omega, he's picked up a few habits of louis that he just couldn't help but notice. Like the way his thumb is always toying with one his fingers, much like himself. The way he always looked small, vulnerable and scared in front of his father. The way that sometimes, his eyes glaze over with sadness that just breaks his once thought stone cold heart. He had noticed that the omega just blushes like the cartoons when he's flustered, two big pink dots on his cheekbones.
That's why Harry hated him, because Louis made him feel again. All the efforts and torture he had to go through to make himself that unaffected was unimaginable, and all louis had to do was exist to crumble those walls beneath his feet like they didn't take years and years to build.
From the minute he actually kidnapped Louis, he kept his distance, he didn't wanna get too close.
He had successfully spiked louis drink from the event that he kidnapped him from, louis really should've been more attentive to what he was drinking. Louis was definitely lightweight, and Harry had got him in the washroom just before he fainted from the drink. Louis was literally light weight too, he didn't weigh much, worryingly so. Harry has never had an easier job before.
His forearm had touched Louis' back that day, and the skin was smooth as silk. He hadn't cared before, but when Louis' head hung down in air from being held in bridal style, he adjusted his grip so that Louis' head rested against his muscled shoulder and caught his hand so it wouldn't hang down either.
He constantly had to remind himself of the fact that Louis was just another omega he was supposed to give away. He had to remind himself that Louis family was rich as fuck and he didn't have anything to worry about.
He really did expect Louis to be arrogant and bratty, coming from such a family of riches but he was pleasantly surprised when he was proved wrong. The omega was rather timid and shy and he flinched every time Harry did too aggressive movements.
Every fiber in his muscles ached to comfort the omega and ask who hurt him in such a way but he stayed quiet and let the omega cry before he calmed himself down. He didn't intervene nor did he say anything and neither did the omega. Both of them knew Louis didn't have a chance of running away, especially from harry. So he kept quiet and stared out of the window, his hands tied lightly in his lap as he occasionally raised them to wipe his face.
When they were close to the location they were supposed to stay for the next few days, far away from the comfort of the omegas home, Louis had spoken for the first time, "Why'd you kidnap me?"
He had a soft voice too, Jesus Christ. His tone was timid and shy. It was raspy and airy from all the screaming and shouting and struggling he did when he first registered that he was kidnapped. He looked tired and emotionally drained as he looked at Harry and waited for him to say something.
Harry kept quiet, staring at the road ahead and pulling into the small house on the outskirts of the city. He simply instructed Louis to get out of the car and get into the house.
Louis simply followed his orders. He was smart enough to know that running away would be stupid since he was blindfolded for half of the ride and he was certainly weaker than the alpha since the last meal he had was a glass of champagne that probably changed his life forever.
Louis didn't sleep that night, nor did harry. Harry worked on his computer while Louis stayed huddled in the corner of the window, staring out at the twinkling stars that winked at him. He was grateful that the man hadn't tried to do anything to him yet. Harry was big enough to force him to do anything he'd like. He was still incredibly intimidated by the man, whose bicep was the size of his face.
Harry quietly stole glances at Louis, and noticed as he eventually fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. He looked gorgeous then, peaceful. His heart hurt that he'd caused the omega to cry before, his alpha instincts have never been stronger towards anyone. He yearned to warm the shivering omega with his bare hands and hide him away from the world.
But, he needed the money. He's been talking to his boss about getting out of the business, for quite some time now. He felt like he had completed the part of the deal he made and it was time to stop getting into illegal shit before he actually got caught and sent to prison for the rest of his life. Now the boss had agreed, he was gullible for the ones he trusted. He was an old man really, nearly entering his sixties now, he's known harry since he was a baby. Harry knew he'd let him go.
This was probably the last mission he had to do before he was set free from this life so he could run away somewhere far away and settle there, start a new life.
Louis was coming in the way though, by simply existing. Harry had quite the temper around him, but he simultaneously also cared for the omega. He usually didn't care to cook up food for the kidnapped omegas, but he did for Louis, when he would just toss a can to others. He gave him more than he gives anyone because he didn't wanna see the omega so weak and fragile anymore. Maybe eating well for two weeks won't help, but it satisfied his alpha enough to keep him at bay and not go feral around the omega.
Everyday Louis woke up, he'd ask the same question, "Why'd you kidnap me?", Getting more and more casual everyday like he was slowly getting used to having Harry around and being away from his family.
What Harry didn't know was that every day that Louis woke up with Harry there, he felt more free than he's ever felt. Every day he felt like a pair of wings grew bigger and bigger on his back. His brain automatically related Harry to freedom. Everytime he opened his eyes, he feared that it was all a dream and one of his alpha brothers would come in to kick him awake any minute but instead, he just found the satisfying image of the man who kidnapped him.
Every day he was with Harry, his bruises faded, along his wrists, stomach and back. The fear of being backhanded at every wrong thing was slowly dissipating. He felt independant after a long while.
He had missed the feeling of not being anxious of the next move of someone who's stronger than him. He was tired of being a disappointment to everyone around him. He was tired of being disposable and replaceable.
He was less bothered to be away from his family than he first thought. On the day he was kidnapped was the day he truly felt scared for his life and what this stranger man might do to him. He felt true panic when he woke up to darkness bound across his eyes.
Louis was afraid of a lot of things, like darkness and fast movements. But what terrified him was the unknown, there had been a lot of times when he had unnecessarily upset himself thinking about the things he didn't know. With Harry, he was completely unknown to anything that could happen to him.
It was easier than he thought. For the first few days he was pissed, 'how could someone just take my life away from me?'. But he quickly realized he wasn't really living a life, he was surviving. Just existing. With Harry, he lost the miniscule control he had over his life, which now lay in the hands of the man he's never met before.
But by God, was that man hot. Gorgeous would be more exact. Even if Louis told himself a thousand times that fawning over a man who kidnapped him wasn't correct, he just couldn't help it.
Everything Harry did, Louis found hot. The way he furrowed his eyebrows or the way his legs always formed he v when he sat down. How his long nimble fingers worked the computer keys tirelessly.
Louis knew he definitely shouldn't think like that, but the omega in him absolutely fawned over the large, strong alpha. The omega in him has always been his weakness, it has always been stronger than his mind.
Louis didn't really know what he smelled like. Yeah it's true. From the minute he presented as an omega and he officially got his scent, he was forced to wear suppressants every single day since then, to avoid distracting the alphas in the house. It just seemed like the basics of his existence were a bother and problems to his family.
He had tried a few times, to sneakily just avoid the suppressants in private and just know what he smelled like, just for a moment. But it didn't help that the house was filled with alphas and a few omegas who were the maids. Their sense of smell was good enough to immediately know if Louis tried anything. And after a while, Louis just gave up trying. Not being able to know his scent was better than getting booted in his stomach and slapped across his face.
The suppressants usually worked for three days in a row, and one of his alpha brothers came back to put it on him.
The minute they passed the 3 day mark, it was night time, he had just fallen asleep, diving deep into the fantasies of his unconscious mind, when he started smelling weird stuff.
When he opened his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed. He sleepily rubbed his eyes to look at the worn out clock next to his bed, it read 2.54 am. Damn what was Harry doing so late in the night?
He sat up a little bit, looking into the makeshift kitchen, hoping to find Harry doing something. But instead he was met with darkness, only making him more anxious, and the smell intensified all around him.
He turned to his right to find Harry sleeping with his head hanging on the back of the couch, laptop still on his lap, screen shut down due to not using it for a while.
He started panicking, thinking that someone else was in the small house, so he scrambled up to stumble a few steps towards Harry.
"Harry, Harry!", He whisper shouted at the alpha. Harry didn't move a limb, still snoring his mouth hung open. So he cradled Harry's head to get it upright and his own neck ached at the position.
Louis just put the laptop on the small table in front of him, trying desperately to handle the heavy head in his hands. But the alpha was like a dead weight, he just slipped into the couch, with louis nimble hand now trapped between his head and the couch.
Louis desperately tried to shake him awake by his shoulder, calling out his name, trembling with fear of someone else being present except them.
Resorting to the last solution, he slapped Harry's cheek a few times, calling out, "Alpha please just wake up, please", with tears in his eyes, as he tried to get as close to the couch as he could.
Harry suddenly snorted at the feeling of something slapping him awake, startling himself as he sat up suddenly, looking around him, "What, what? What happened?"
But a hand came up to his mouth to stop him from making noise as his eyes finally zeroed down to the omega sitting on his knees in front of him, with tears in his as he breathed heavily like there wasn't enough oxygen in the world for him to just take a deep breath.
"Louis?", Harry questioned as he brought down the hand on his face, sliding on the floor beside louis who was shaking like a leaf, "What happened?", He hissed.
"There's someone else in the house, can't you smell him?" He whispered again, his eyes darting around the room in anxiousness as he tried to register what was happening.
Suddenly an utensil fell from the kitchen counter making a loud noise echo through the quote room. Louis screamed quietly as he huddled closer to the alpha until his face was placed against Harry's heart, hands squeezing two fistfuls of the soft t-shirt Harry wore.
Harry hung his arms around the omega, not knowing what to do, until he just rested them on Louis' back, pulling him closer as his sleep-riddled mind finally registered the pungent smell around them.
Louis tightened his grip around Harry and whispered slowly as the alpha made a movement to get up and check what made the noise.
"Omega, just let me see what it is!" Harry hissed at him again, feeling Louis going lax against him from the voice he used, but still tense as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears flowing down his face.
"No no no no!", Louis started muttering the minute Harry started to separate from him, to stand up, "Don't leave me here, Harry, please. Please don't leave me alone, alpha". He looked feral and unsettled, eyes weary and panic set deep within them.
He looked down at the head on his chest for a minute before he groaned in frustration. He stood up with the omegas still wrapped around him, now his legs went around him and crossed against his lower back. Hands holding his neck in a light chokehold, face buried in his neck. He grunted as he did so, hands holding the lower back of the koala attached to him, but he honestly thought if he let go, Louis would still hang on to him from how tight he was holding on.
He walked quietly to the kitchen, plugging his nose and scrunching his face at the pungent smell still floating around them. He quietly switched on the dim light in the kitchen,to his surprise finding a little kitten huddled quietly in a corner, shaking terribly.
She was pretty young. She looked terrified at the sight of them, ready to run if they made a move towards her but still hadn't. Confused, Harry peered out of the window which was open, to find that it was raining pretty hard and the kitten was soaked.
He slapped his forehead in the idiocy of the situation then, making louis whimper as he slowly removed his face from the crook of his neck.
"Look behind you," Harry said, in a softer tone when the omega came eye to eye with him.
"No, what is it? Is it something disgusting?", Louis just panicked more.
"Louis, I said look behind you," Harry said again in a stern tone.
Louis looked at him with fear in his eyes, pleading. He slowly turned his head around expecting some kind of monster, but instead he met eyes with a small, gray, soaked kitten.
His eyes instantly softened, as did his body relax, his unintentionally held breath running out of him.
But the smell around them made him want to plug his nose.
"What's the smell from them?" He questioned as he slowly released his tight grip from around Harry who let him stand on his feet, "Couldn't be from the kitten, would it?", He was whispering.
"Why are you whispering?" Harry frowned at him, but still spoke in a whispered voice.
"We might scare the kitten away", Louis shrugged, as he slowly crouched down, extending his right hand in front of him, trying to show the kitten that he meant no harm.
The kitten looked very alarmed, her little eyes darting around the room, trying to find a hiding spot, probably, but there wasn't much furniture. She stared uncertainty at the human in front of her, ready to attack if he dared to make any sudden movements.
Louis approached her slowly, still on his knees, creeping front. She flinched when his hand gently touched her little, tiny back. She was very tense in his hands as he slowly curled his fingers around the shape of her body to pick her up, meowing harshly as he did so. He held her against his chest, holding her with both his hands now, trying to warm her up as she was still shivering.
She calmed down considerably as he gently rocked her and shushed her, closing her eyes, falling asleep.
He walked slowly to his bed, setting the blanket so that he could keep her in there, to warm her up.
He stood up straight after he did so, turning around to find Harry staring at him.
"What?", He asked, crossing his arms over his stomach
"Are we keeping her?" He looked kind of annoyed.
"Yes, obviously"
Suddenly, like rust falling away from an exposed metal to reveal the purer inside, the smell around them lost its pungent character. It came in wafts of honey and warmth. Like a cuddly blanket, it curled around them to provide utmost comfort. The tinges of citrus and coffee surrounded them.
Both stood mesmerized at the enchanting smell, stood frozen as they stared at each other.
Louis felt weak, physically weak. His knees wobbled, like smelling the scent was taking energy out of him.
Harry was lost in a trance, his alpha coming forth and clouding his eyes as it desperately tried to understand its source. The green of his eyes dimmed as his pupils widened, flaring his nostrils to invite the scent in.
Suddenly, he snapped his downturned head up, staring intently at the omega in front of him, taking small steps forward.
Consequently, the omega took small steps back, although he stumbled from how weak he felt. What Harry said next, completely stunned him,
"I think it might be you."
His voice was deeper than usual, rasp of it higher and it sounded awful a lot like his alpha voice. The way he said it wasn't a question, it was a statement.
The way he suddenly held dominance was mind-blowing.
All his omega wanted to do was bow down to the alpha, his inner omega begging him to show respect and present himself.
Harry kept taking small steps forward, his eyes clouding more and more as his alpha completely took over, controlling his movements. His fangs lowered, nostrils flared and claws poked out from his nail beds.
The omega couldn't fight his instincts anymore, he felt so weak that he dropped his knees, head downturned.
"Omega," the alpha whispered, his voice noticeably soft as were his eyes as they fell upon the omega lying at his feet.
He fell to his knees in front of the omega, who gasped, never expecting the alpha to ever sit in a position like that, but his head stayed down.
"Look at me," the alpha said in the same soft voice, his tone almost downright pleading, as if the deepest parts of his soul yearned to see the fierce oceans of the omegas eyes.
He too, gasped, when the omega obeyed him, getting lost in the cerulean blue framed by pretty eyelashes that curled up.
"You are gorgeous, omega, so pretty," he followed, as his hand slowly rose up to rest against the supple skin of the omegas cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the cheekbone that slowly turned red under his voice and touch.
"Can I scent you, omega?", he said it in a way that you could call begging, like all that he needed to finally be at peace was to be closer to the omega.
"Yes, alpha," Louis whispered, dropping the eye contact and baring his neck; presenting himself. His scent intensified even more, his head turned in a way that showed his scent gland and the place where one should have their mate mark.
The alpha gasped again, at the higher exposure. He shuffled on his knees, slowly approaching the omega, much like Louis had approached the kitten. His hands rested first on Louis' knees, and as he came closer, he trailed them up his thighs and took hold of his curved waist, grabbing the soft material of the tshirt that drowned the omega.
Louis had started breathing heavily from the minute the alpha touched him, his breaths the only thing that could be heard in the room.
As the alpha closed the proximity before them, he breathed as if there was not enough oxygen in the room and all of the air whooshed out of him the minute the alphas face landed on his neck.
Harry took the lungful of the breathtaking smell, closing his eyes and snorting like a Coke addict. Involuntarily, he shifted even closer pulling Louis onto his lap, continuously sniffing Louis scent gland, himself producing calming and happy pheromones that surrounded them.
"Scent me too, omega", he said as he came back to quickly look into louis eyes before going back to his neck.
Louis hesitated. It was considered very intimate and couple-y to do this with someone. It implied literally claiming the person, and unlike Harry, his omega hadn't completely overtaken him, he could still have rational thoughts, although they decreased more and more as he started smelling too.
He nodded to no one, resting his hands on alphas shoulders before burying his face into the alphas neck, in-taking an earthy scent. It smelled like the smell of soil after it had just rained, along with tinges of dark chocolate.
A purr roared up in the alphas chest at the feeling. He has never purred before, never felt the need to, but it seemed an appropriate response now, the easiest thing to do.
Louis was shocked. He was never allowed to purr in his house, it was considered distracting and unnecessary, and there weren't many moments he found enough contentment to purr. He was more shocked at the fact that the alpha started it. He had never heard an alpha purring, thought they couldn't do it.
As he grew more comfortable, he started purring too, expressing his gratefulness and happiness he found to be in a position like that.
And they feel asleep like that, faces buried in each other's neck and against the wall where Harry had moved them to.
Hope ran in his chest that maybe Harry would act differently in the morning, only to get his heart crushed.
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When he woke up the next morning, he was alone on the bed, with no sight of harry. His groggy brain took some time to wake up, since they slept late and a lot happened.
He smiled at the scent surrounding him.
He finally felt like he was complete, like he completely knew himself. He had been afraid that after so many years, he would lose his scent and then wouldn't find a mate.
But that wasn't the case, now that he knew how he smelled, he would never allow anyone to mask it ever again. Even if it meant getting beat up over it, he'd fight until he couldn't because this was his basic right, and nobody had the power to take it away from him.
He stretched like a cat, a few bones in his back cracking satisfyingly. He sat up in the bed, with his eyes still closed.
He opened them a moment later, scanning the room.
Suddenly a figure leaped towards him, startling him as he let out a scream and flinched back, but although it looked so much like a mouse, it was the kitten. She settled on his legs which were still covered in blankets, completely tucking her limbs in, with her head upturned as if she wanted to be pet.
So he did, his hand coming down on his head, stroking her back a few times before he scratched her chin, her purrs making him smile. He didn't think it was a stray kitten anymore, someone had definitely lost her or kicked her out. From what he knew, stray kittens weren't so cuddly and affectionate.
Harry came in a minute later. Louis expected a smile, or a hug, but he was instead ignored. He frowned at Harry's back in the kitchen , mind overworking the fact that Harry hadn't yet greeted him.
He slowly got up, the kitten running away from his lap when moved. He entered the kitchen listening the clattering of utensils and then committed the his mistake of the morning;
He hugged Harry's back.
Naive, he was, to believe that Harry would act differently.
Harry rapidly turned around at the sensation.
"What. Are you doing!", He bellowed in a raised voice.
"Well what does it look like?", Said louis, at being pushed away from Harry.
"Do not touch me, omega", Harry hissed, pointing a finger at him.
"B-but why? Last night- I thought-"
"Nothing happened last night, forget it."
"So it meant nothing to you?", He was hurt by the fact that something that so much to him didn't matter at all to Harry. After all, he hadn't even been the one to start it.
"I'm your kidnapper, Louis, if you expected me to care, you're a fool. I don't care about whatever happened.", He turned around again, doing whatever he was doing.
"Why did you touch me then? Huh? Why did you scent me?"
"Stop talking, louis, I didn't scent you"
"Then what were you doing? Searching for elixir in my neck?!"
"Stop talking, louis."
"Why? Because you don't wanna face the truth? What a coward you are, Harry-"
"I said. SHUT UP! Do you not understand the meaning of simple words, are you just that dumb?!", He turned around again, a flare harsh in his blazing eyes.
"I will not shut up! Don't-"
"Shut the fuck up!", He absolutely growled, walking the few steps towards louis and taking hold of his neck, "another word and I will-"
"You will what, Harry?", Louis interrupted.
"That's it!",Harry screamed in his face, "I'm done with you! I'll take you to your home, where you belong, where your father will be waiting for you with a belt his fucking hands!"
He grabbed both of Louis' hands by his wrists, dragging him with force towards the door. Louis dragged his feet, true panic setting in his mind as he digested what was happening around him.
He could not go home. He was finally free. He will do anything to not go back to that place. He desperately and uselessly tried to free his hands, stumbling on his feet.
"But- but you won't get the money!", He cried out.
"I don't fucking care!", Harry growled back, stumbling along with Louis as he tried to get out of his grip, but he was far too blinded by rage to think.
"No! No! Harry, no!", Louis screamed as they reached the door.
"Shut up, no one's around to listen to your screams, Louis. I certainly won't bother", he smiled evilly back at him, opening the door and dragging him out.
"NO! No! No please, please, please don't take me back, please! I'll behave, I'll listen to you, I swear! Don't take me back, Harry! Please! Harry!" By now tears were flowing down his cheeks.
In the middle of the porch, Harry harshly let go of his grip, making louis fall down to his knees, sobbing.
"Yeah? You'll behave? You better because this is your last chance, louis. You might be the only person standing in the way of my freedom. I'll better get rid of you than continue this wretched life! I don't care about your fucking money!", He had bent down to grab Louis' chin, screaming his rant in Louis' face, harshly letting go of his grip.
He stomped back to the little house, leaving Louis to sob on the porch, in the middle of nowhere.
The thought of running away entered his mind, but it would be hopeless. He didn't even know where and how they were wherever they were. It could be that they were miles out of the city.
Now he wasn't the biggest believer of gender inequality, but he could admit that there was no way that he could run/walk for miles while also not setting Harry on his trail.
He drew his knees to his chest, burying his face into them.
He couldn't even go back to his town, everybody there knew him, because of his father. They would instantly take him back and then he'd have to go back to that God forbidden house.
For all he knew, they would marry him off too. He's been hearing the talk of his wedding for a few weeks. He had been terrified of the thought, but his family didn't care. They would probably choose the groom for him, some old man his father wanted to do business with. He would be expected to have children.
He shuddered at the thought of bringing children into a home like that.
Something small scratched at his thigh, he lifted his tear soaked face and stared with puffed eyes at the kitten scratching the thin material of sweatpants he was given to wear.
The kitten repeatedly tapped at his thigh as if she could also feel his fear, panic, sadness.
He lifted her up, her paw immediately landing on his cheek, as if she was trying to wipe his tears for him. He buried his face in her, kitten now on his chest with its face over his shoulder.
He had never felt more helpless in his life.
And only last night he had thought that everything would turn out better.
Screw his stupid brain and his stupid heart.
He was too good for the world. He was too hopeful to think that Harry was any different from his father and his brothers.
It was true, all the alphas were the same.
All with their disgusting need to control and breed and ruin the life of an omega. To take and take and take, and never give anything back.
His dreams of marrying a prince charming alpha, with long hair, coming to him on a horse, would after all remain only dreams.
It seemed as if expecting goodness from the world was a crime and he was the biggest sinner.
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Harry.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He is so fucking stupid.
Why did he do that? Why did he have to go and scent louis? Why?
It was the first thought in his mind the minute he woke up. They were against the wall as they slept last night, with Louis' head on his chest.
His heart ached at the sight. He yearned for nothing more but this. But he couldn't get involved, if he could only get out of this business, he didn't want trouble.
Kidnapping someone forever would be trouble. Louis' family will always continue to look for them, they'd always have to keep their eyes on their shoulders and sleep with one eye open. That's not the freedom Harry wanted. He wanted to be free and do whatever he wanted without having to be so cautious every single day.
Maybe some might say that he should've thought about that when he first started doing this. But he was young then. He was shuffled between foster homes like a fucking toy, he was angry at the world and his uncle was the only family he could turn to.
He had gathered all of his belongings in a small duffle bag, all of his life, and was off to his uncle's house, trying to find an alternative life.
When he arrived there, the first question his uncle asked him was, "What're ya good at, 'arry?"
He couldn't think of anything particularly good so he just said, "computers".
His uncle was shocked. He gave him a few guys a little older than him to explain how everything worked. He had secretly learned how to actually use a computer cause he didn't know shit about it, but he was a fast learner.
He learned enough to convince them he was good enough to be kept around.
And off he went, he did small jobs at the start, only giving the others information about whatever they were going to do next.
Then the kidnapping started and he was sent to stalk and kidnap people. It was fun at first, but then he actually experienced near death incidences, while doing his job.
He had truly entered the criminal world, although he did a good job of hiding himself and not getting caught, it wasn't always easy. That world was far worse than he thought it was going to be. He had to make deals with the completely wrong people, had to have meetings with disgusting pieces of shit who wanted to traffic omegas for sexual activities.
He eventually learned to stay a little bit away from that side of things, but he couldn't stay good and bad at the same time. He had to choose a side.
But it went against his very nature and instincts to sell over an omega like that. He didn't like to hurt them or make them cry (but that always happens anyways). He was disgusted by the fact that he had to help ruin the life of an omega by selling them to some disgusting alpha to be used as a sex slave for the rest of their lives.
So he didn't. He stayed at the relatively light side of things.
But as time went on, he realized that he had jumped from one bad life into another equally bad life, both where he completely stuck out and didn't fit in.
And as he grew older, his desire to be away from criminal activities grew stronger. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life rotting in a prison. That wasn't the reason he joined. And it could happen over any simple mistake.
People were allowed to make mistakes.
But not for him, he makes one mistake, and the rival gang finds him, his life is over.
And he lived on that edge every single day.
Since he realized all that, he had started talking to his uncle about this. He had been begging to be left off for years.
He couldn't just run away either, the gang people would find him in no time and finish him off before he had a chance to even open his mouth.
It was smarter to do it by leaving on good terms.
His uncle also had a soft spot about him. He had, after all, known Harry his whole life. He was there when his brother and his wife with their older daughter died. He didn't want anything more than to take little Harry in and raise him on his own. But being a leader of a gang didn't allow him to do that.
So he had paid for Harry to be in the best orphanage he could find. But that didn't help much, did it?
Nope.
He was the most delighted when Harry first came to meet him after all those years. But he followed gang protocol and only took him in when he was beneficial to them.
Over the years, Harry had become a huge asset to them. Noone else was that good at the computer stuff. Harry did everything he was ordered to do, very good, ever since the start. He never got caught, never fought in the gang itself and never caused trouble.
He didn't want to let go of the lad, but didn't have the heart to force him to stay. So he went in search of a good tech man for the last few months, and he did find one, almost as good as harry.
He had given the few last tasks to Harry and right now he was doing his last task, kidnapping the omega of Tomlinson's. They owed him money biiig time and for a very long time, and it was time to get it back.
He would let go of the lad even if he fucked this task up, he had plenty other ways and people that could deal with it, but as always he opted with easier first.
Harry admired that about his uncle. Always has. He thought that he was the best leader the gang could have.
But he wanted out.
And Harry didn't know the consequences of getting involved with the omega, since that was never a problem before. He didn't want to risk his freedom for that.
And besides, he had just met the omega! Was it really worth it to waste away all his efforts of freedom for an omega he met a few days ago?
But he couldn't stop the way he reacted at the first whiff of omega. He was so deliciously beautiful. His alpha had completely overtaken him and it was rare that happened and that showed how much he was actually affected by Louis.
He didn't want to admit it though.
He just wanted out from this life. He believed he was capable enough now to start somewhere else. He had earned a lot of money the years he's been working for the gang. That could provide his next generation as well.
He couldn't fuck it up by getting involved with Louis. Although he had stalked the Tomlinson's for months, he didn't actually know how they did business, they could just as easily ruin his life.
He couldn't risk it.
So he distanced himself and screamed at the crying, panicking Omega to stay away from him, to not touch him, so he could stay away.
He left him crying on the porch and not immediately tended to his hands and wiped away his tears and hugged him like he had yesterday, having him purring in contentment he also had felt. So he with that mouse-looking kitten outside.
All of these thoughts surrounded his brain for the rest of the day.
The omega didn't speak to him, look at him and didn't eat the lunch he had made for them. He just stayed hunched in a corner with that kitten with his head down, occasionally rubbing his bruised wrists and trying not to cry.
Harry couldn't say he has been jealous of a fucking kitten before, but his jealousy had to stay at bay for now.
Just a few more days and he'll get rid of the omega, get the bloody money and run away from this country.
Away from this life, away from his uncle.
Away from Louis.
–
It was a few days later and both of them had equally forgotten about the incident that happened between them when;
Louis was startled awake that morning by a rough hand slapping his arse, followed by a shout of, "Wake up, princess. We gotta get moving!"
He had become accustomed to this ritual by now, since he had been kidnapped a few weeks ago. He used to be terrified of the rough alpha voice and what the person might do to him but now, he just finds it sexy really.
He opened his eyes only to squint them again when bright sunlight shone in his face, he stretched as he turned to look at his kidnapper.
"Good morning, Harry", he smiled at the man getting nothing in return as usual.
The man just grunted, putting together a breakfast he didn't put very much effort into.
He slammed a cheap metal plate in front of Louis, which had omelets of 2 eggs with a few bacon strips. Honestly the only thing louis really missed about his house was getting to eat whatever the fuck he wanted, whenever he wanted, without the care of how much it costs.
After all, all his father was left to do was put up a shower of money instead of water.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, yawning a huge yawn before slumping down on bed.
"Can I have water to wash my face today?", He asked quietly to the man sitting across.
"No more than two mugs, Louis", he nodded gruffly as he went back to whatever he was doing.
Louis only accepted these restrictions because Harry himself didn't use much facilities. He quickly went to the dingy bathroom, having a pee before carefully measuring a mug to wash his face. He used the other mug of water to brush his teeth.
He went back to the small room they were staying at, sitting down on his bed again and picking up the plate
"Thanks," he said, before he took the first bite, like he always did.
Harry just grunted gruffly.
"So", he started again after some time, "why'd you kidnap me then?"
It was the question he's been asked for the last week every single day.
Harry looked up, annoyed at the boy, "how many fucking times are you gonna ask me that question, princess? Just shut up and eat", he gestured towards the plate in louis hands.
"But I just wanna know, why won't you tell me?"
"Because it's quite obvious, your princess brain just can't figure it out", he smirked.
"Harryyy", Louis pouted, "don't be mean! Just tell me"
"I needed money that's why", Harry shrugged.
"And where are we going today?"
"We're just going to a place farther away from here."
"Why though? And you still haven't asked for money, why's that?", He shoved an omelet in his mouth.
"Because", Harry looked up, his eyes warning to not ask anymore questions after this, "it's harder for them to get us when we're far out the city, we're going to a place where there's only enough range for me to send a ransom video. I haven't sent one yet because you're daddy is a rich man, he's probably got an army of people looking for you, I just want them to calm down."
"No one's looking for me," Louis scoffed, "I doubt he even noticed I'm gone."
Harry frowned at him.
"Well you better hope he cares enough for you to send the ransom money or you're gonna be roaming the streets alone if you're not important to me", he glared.
"I'll have more fun on the streets than I've had for the last 18 years", he snapped.
"You'll understand that when someone puts their hands on you", Harry glared, talking in a harder voice than before.
"I will die before I let that happen again and I'll die as a happy fucking man", he exclaimed, turning on the bed to get engulfed into the cheap, rough sheets.
"Hey!", Harry shouted in rage, anger just rising when louis ignored him.
"Hey", he said sternly, sitting on the bed as he pulled back the sheets and grabbed Louis' chin with a rough grip.
"I am not your daddy to entertain your fucking tantrums and neither am your alpha to tend to your needs, so you better fucking stay in line and shut your ungrateful brat mouth around me, understand?", He squeezed the delicate jaw in his hand harder before letting go harshly so it turned to the side.
Tears burned Louis' eyes, as looked back up to Harry, standing up from the bed and in front of Harry. He was tired of men in his life treating him as if he was lower just because he was an omega, he was tired of listening to their shit 24/7 and not saying a word about it. So he gathered all the courage he could muster and whispered,
"Or what?"
"I'm sorry?", Harry turned around, eyes still blazing.
"Or what, asshole?!", He screamed, as he stomped towards Harry a few steps to push him back with his chest.
"Don't fucking push me, louis", Harry muttered, hands fisting by his sides as he willed his alpha to calm down as much as he could.
"What will you fucking do, huh? What the fuck will you do that someone hasn't done already?! What the fuck will you do", he screamed again as he pushed Harry back another two steps.
"I said don't fucking push me!", Harry screamed back, hands grabbing louis neck harshly, forcing him to take several steps back, staring right into his eyes.
"Do it.", Louis whispered, staring right back into the green eyes that he had first noticed about the man, "do it! Kill me, cause I don't wanna go back there", he dared with his eyes, although he spoke brave words, tear tracks ran down his reddened cheeks.
"You ungrateful bitch! What doesn't your daddy give you, huh? You were born on a gold throne! What else would you need,hmm? Or are brats like you always unsatisfied?" Harry glared back, feeling bad about what he was saying, but it was true because he'd been stalking Louis for a while now, there's nothing more he could want than what he already didn't have.
"You don't know anything about me", Louis whispered, losing the fight within him. He was exhausted, he didn't have anymore energy left to repeat the same shit he's been telling since he was a child. He shaked hands off of him as he tried to turn away from the alpha, his angered pheromones surrounding them, just making his omega more and more distressed.
"Hey", Harry said, grabbing his jaw again to make him look at him, "You don't turn away from me."
"So what the hell do you want me to do?!", He screamed.
They both stared intensely at each other, none ready to back down, faces very closed. They breathed.
Harry stared at the oceans Louis had for eyes, heart beating twice as fast than normal. His brain and heart were fighting. His heart wanted nothing more than to kiss the omega but his brain reminded him that he would only get attached too much.
"Fuck, you screw my mind up", Harry muttered angrily.
He took them both by surprise when he leaned in, attaching their lips in the heat of the moment. The temperature rose as he felt his clothes stick to his body. Alarms and fireworks went off in his brain, scared because he had never experienced something like this before. Air left his lungs like it leaves a deflated balloon. He pulled back to stare at the closed eyelids of Louis, praying and hoping that Louis would just push him away, but nothing of the sort happened.
He drew back in, kissing with his tongue this time, hands leaving Louis' neck to wrap around his waist and arch his back against him.
Louis stood overwhelmed for a few seconds before his mind catched up and he started kissing back, as much as he could. He rested his awkwardly hanging hands on Harry's shoulders, eventually sliding them into the curly hair, which was softer than it looked, it looked so greasy all the time.
Just as he was about to seriously get into it, his natural scent surrounding them, it seemed like something snapped in Harry as he abruptly pulled back, looking at him with wide eyes and flustered cheeks.
His brain had finally won.
"Uhh, get ready, I kept you some clothes. We leave in five.'' He cleared his throat roughly, before he turned around and left the little house they were living in.
Louis stood there surprised for a good two minutes, a smile slowly growing on his face as his fingertips gently touched his bottom lip where he had just been kissed. He forgot all they were talking, his mind swirling with the thoughts of how perfect Harry's lips were or how smooth and perfect his hair was. He couldn't believe his first kiss was with his kidnapper.
He has always been good at that- letting go of things. Since he was a child, he developed that habit, to save himself from heartbreak every other day. He would let go of things, like when he wouldn't get the same attention and love from his dad. When his mom used to hate him before she died. When he didn't get birthday cards from his siblings, he was expected to always put an effort to make their birthdays flawless. Even after all those nights he cried himself to sleep, every time he looked at a flower, he was reminded of his mom. He let it go when his mom threw away the carefully picked up flower he carried all the way home.
He let it go, when he was the one who took the utmost care of his mom when she was on her deathbed, but she still chose to dot over his siblings without acknowledging him. He let it go, when she didn't bother to say goodbye. He let it go, when he disappeared for a few days and nobody really cared that they didn't see him for that long.
He let it go, so he could be happy. So he could still be overjoyed at seeing small adorable things. He molded himself in a way that made him happiest at the smallest of compliments or gestures. He was over the moon once, when the house maid had made him a small 5 min cupcake she learned from the internet. It wasn't that good, it tasted uncooked and raw, but he ate it anyway because it was the first time in years someone remembered his birthday, or maybe she didn't, who knows?
That's why he always had a smile on his face, to keep himself and everyone around him happy. So they wouldn't feel burdened by his whining and crying.
That's why when he put on the old, loose clothes kept on the small table, which were clearly Harry's, he wore a huge smile on his face. His heart was beating twice as fast at the affectionate kiss they had just shared. He hugged himself when he put everything on, breathing in the faint scent of Harry and detergent coming from the t-shirt.
He picked up the small bacon pieces left on his plate still, eating them cause he was still hungry, since they didn't eat last night. God he probably looked dumb, smiling so hard and trying to eat at the same time, eyes staring at a random point as he got lost in the thoughts.
He was broken out of them when Harry came back, gesturing to him to get going towards the car waiting outside.
—-
Passion, Louis thinks, is not something that can be achieved or seeked out. It is just….present from the first time you do something.
He's never felt that way before. About anything, really. That guy wrenching, heart clenching feeling to just do something so his mind should unclutter and body should settle down.
But when he turns his face out the window and closes his eyes, he feels that feeling. The feeling of passion. To never let go of what he has now. He has never quite been able to just feel the air on his face with comfortable silence and strange security which comes with the presence of his kidnapper.
Louis figures that it was fragments of his imagination. Because who in their right mind would feel …say, safe with their kidnapper, all of things.
But the minute he even imagines going back to that wretched house, his gut clenches and a shiver runs down his back. He had been oblivious to it before because he never knew to exist outside the confines of his so-called home. He was never allowed to step foot outside the line, or be taught a few things to establish himself in the world. He was taught to shut up and listen to the alphas of the house.
Do as they say, smile when they seek and get yelled at when their stupid little perfect world crumbles even just a little bit.
He had never known that an alpha's hand could be gentle when it touches his skin because god forbid some of those hands have battered his trust for infinity. He never knew that he could just exist in the world without the so-called family he has.
Now though, he can't stop thinking about it.
He doubts his father would take Harry's ransom video seriously, not care that his omega son has been missing for a week straight.
But if his father does care and does respond, and say should give the money, he will make a deal with Harry.
Yes! What a brilliant idea.
He has to run away, he can't go back, not there.
He will negotiate with Harry for a little amount of money he would require to run away somewhere and start anew.
But what if Harry doesn't listen to him?
Well then he will go back to that house, steal some money he knows is kept in secret drawers and escape.
But what if father never gives Harry his money? He will be useless to Harry then, he will be left out on the streets to fend for himself in foreign places he doesn't know of.
He'll survive somehow he's sure of it.
He'll talk to Harry when they make that video.
This turn of events seemed the perfect push he needed to finally get out of that shithole.
–
"Come on," said Harry, getting out of his car and waiting for Louis to come around.
This house, or it looked more of a go down or a cottage really was a lot more shabbier and sketchy.
It was small, still made out of cement. There was weed creeping up to it from every side, giving it a horrified view.
They walked in and it was just as shabby and disgusting as from the outside.
"Are we gonna make the video here?" Asked Louis since it was the first thought that came to mind.
"Yeah…and straight away", Harry muttered, keeping their limited belongings in a corner so he could drag a wooden, worn down chair in the middle of the room.
There was only one room in total and its weathering furniture was pushed up against the wall. He could see a large, bulky bag in one of its corners, a small bed pushed to one side and some utensils.
Harry threw a few clothes his way, they were worse than the ones he was already given, and he could see noticeable rips and holes all over them. Harry had turned his back to him, fumbling with the huge bag, so after a moment of hesitation, Louis stripped.
He was still wearing the underwear he'd gotten a few days ago, which was disgusting but he shrugged away the feeling. He quickly pulled on the shabbier clothes.
He looked down at himself to see that rips were more profound near his upper abdomen. He was disgusted to think that the previous kidnappees probably wore the same clothes but probably in a worse condition, considering he hadn't actually protested to do anything Harry's told him to, yet.
Harry turned around, various objects lying in his arms. He set them on the bed and Louis went to sit on the chair, noticing the fleeting look Harry gave him.
"Do you know that you're literally the easiest case I've ever gotten?", Harry asked distractedly, before coming to stand before him, ropes in hand.
"I would think the others weren't as happy to be kidnapped," Louis said, looking down at his wrists which now Harry was tying to the arms of the chair.
"Yup," Harry muttered, nodding.
He didn't say anything else, and continued tying a complicated knot on the downside. He seemed to be holding his breath though and if he did breathe, he took it in such an unnoticeable way that Louis wouldn't be surprised if he passed out after a few minutes.
"Why are you holding your breath?" Louis asked, brows furrowed, confused.
Harry flicked his eyes, looking him dead in the eye but not saying anything.
"Hi wall, how are you? My name is louis. It's exhausting to have a conversation with you," Louis deadpanned.
"Shut up, omega"
Harry continued tying complex knots now having moved to his ankles.
"Do you really think I'm gonna run away from here?", Louis asked incredulously, staring at Harry's work and trying to remember which turn went after which.
"Has happened before, yeah. They didn't get too far though", Harry shrugged.
"Uh huh, we're in the middle of nowhere, I wouldn't even know which direction to go", Louis nodded.
Harry didn't say anything, only standing up to retrieve more rope and Louis heard him make a big sigh of relief, more like he was breathing normally for the first time in a few minutes.
"You like my scent, don't you? That's why you won't breathe?", Louis asked, looking at Harry who was now level with his face as he tied the knot of his upper abdomen and around the chair.
Harry looked up, looking him dead in the eye again. But he paused, noticing how blue Louis' eyes were.
He kept looking, eventually finding specks of green and gray and yellow. Storm seemed to have occured in the irised of his eyes, Harry was fascinated by how fast they changed shades and in his fumble, he forgot to hold his breath, which he was doing purposely and got a lungful of the scent he was trying to avoid all the more being too close to the scent gland of louis.
His eyes dropped, stomach turning over with the incoming smell. He stared at Louis staring at him.
"Harry," Louis whispered, "it's okay."
Speaking louder than the soft voice he used seemed painful and Louis himself was breathless as he started at the handsome face of his kidnapper.
"No," Harry whispered back, "it's not."
He closed his eyes like he was in pain, letting out breath. He stood up and walked around Louis and he continued to tie the knot around Louis back.
"So you're just gonna ignore it then?", Louis' voice was harsh as he glared at nothing in particular.
"There's nothing to ignore", Harry said, in a monotone voice.
He came around to the front again, now holding a pair of scissors and duct tape.
"Why are you doing this? I told you I won't run away", Louis said, his glare now finding a subject as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"It has to look realistic, Louis. It's not gonna get me money if you don't look like you're kidnapped."
Louis kept quiet then, letting Harry duct tape his mouth shut. He watched silently as Harry removed a cheap camera from one of the bags and walked over in front of him, holding up his camera.
"Now look like you don't wanna be here, omega."
So when louis heard the shutter of the camera, he struggled against the ropes, letting out muffled noises of actual pain as the tightly bound ropes dug into his skin.
He calmed down once he saw that Harry had lowered the camera, the video wasn't even longer than a few seconds.
Harry kept the camera again, walking towards him. He pulled at the duct tape as slowly as he could, watching as Louis winced in pain as his few hairs of his very very negligible stubble were pulled along with it.
Harry made the same mistake again, leaning down in front of Louis to take out the knots, starting with his wrists.
He could feel the heat of louis gaze on his face, it could burn a hole through him. His heart beated faster in anticipation of what he could do right now being so close to the omega he's been trying to oversee and ignore.
The minute Louis' hands were free, he grabbed Harry's face, bringing him closer as he connected their lips, moving feverishly.
He moaned as Harry struggled in his surprisingly strong hold, managing to hold off for a few seconds but he was a weak alpha after all, he gave in eventually, inhaling deeply through his nose as his new favorite scent entered his system to dizzy him.
He lost control as his hands desperately clutched at louis waist, wanting him closer, always closer, blinking in startle when he realized louis was still tied around the chair. His hands immediately began unknotting as louis hands went to his hair, pulling lightly.
He broke apart, immediately burying his face in Louis' neck, continuing to kiss his skin as he desperately tried to undo the knot as fast as he could.
"We shouldn't do this", he shook his head in the crevice of Louis' shoulder, resting his forehead on it, panting. He finally took away the rope tying Louis to the chair.
"Alpha, look at me," Louis nudged his neck. Harry broke away from him, looked up at Louis as he sat on his hunches, "it's okay."
Louis shushed him when he tried to protest, thumb moving back and forth on his cheek. He pushed into the feeling, forcing his mind to settle down and just give into what he was feeling right now.
Louis made him sit up on his knees and he followed blindly, closing his eyes tightly as his mouth hung open, experiencing the omegas kisses on his neck.
Louis lightly sucked on Harry's Adams' apple, one hand in Harry's hair, the other moving towards his back to feel the rippling muscles. He kissed around a bit before making his way up his jaw and towards the corner of his lips, he stopped.
They breathed against each other for a second, foreheads touching, both knowing what was to happen.
Everything moved fast after that, Harry seeming to have no place for doubts as he pulled Louis closed and he plunged his tongue into his mouth, pulling him to the edge of the chair.
He both moaned lightly, finally giving into the feeling and enjoying each other freely.
Their pheromones danced in the room, mixing together and creating a safety blanket around them.
Louis moaned as Harry licked into his neck again, now nipping directly over his bonding spot, sending ripples of pleasure down his back. He closed his eyes, holding Harry close to him as he could feel him trying to free his legs.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, pulling away from his, panting as his face flushed, glaring at the knots he tied himself, tugging incistepntly until they came undone.
The minute they did, Louis kissed him again, sliding out of his chair and directly into his lap.
He kissed for a bit, muttering out faint curses and panting into the air he they both moved against each other.
The scent of louis slick surrounded them now, fucking up Harry's senses as he they both grew more and more feral.
Harry lost it when louis started swirling his hips on his lap, mouth hanging open as louis grinded against his cock, pulling away in need of oxygen hands roaming louis back as they found his ass which he squeezed as it continued to roll against him.
Harry stood up abruptly, with Louis in his arms who yelped and smacked his arm. He carried him to the bed, sliding off the stuff he had kept there and lowered Louis to the bed.
He stared at the omega for a few seconds, taking in his curvy body and thick thighs which lay slightly open in the place he should be right now.
He settled between Louis' open legs, kissing him again as he tore his t-shirt off him. He attacked the new skin immediately, rewarded with moans and gasps that Louis made.
He sucked in the nipple, hearing Louis responding gasp as hands tightened in his hair and pulled, making him groan, legs wrapping around his back.
He kissed Louis' stomach, marking a few spots here and there.
He looked up when he reached the band of louis pants, face showing relief when louis nodded. He slowly pulled off the pants along with his boxers, Louis' length springing up.
Louis tried to close his legs, hands flying down to cover himself as he forced his mind to not think of unpleasant thoughts and memories.
"Hey, hey, omega, it's ok," Harry leaned up again, kissing around Louis' face so he could get Louis to look at him.
Louis opened his eyes again, now holding some moisture as he remembered stuff he thought he had locked away forever. He didn't let himself get carried away though, he pulled Harry closer to kiss him again, hands pulling Harry's shirt upwards until they broke away so they could remove it completely.
Louis looked, to be put bluntly. He stared. At Harry's chiseled abs and tattoos as he hadn't seen before, sparing a few moments extra for the giant butterfly on Harry's diaphragm and the defined muscles of his chest and his- 4 nipples?
"Fuck, you're hot," Louis laughed strangely, he couldn't take his eyes away from the alpha in front of him.
"Thanks, omega." Harry grinned at him, seemingly for the first time because he hadn't noticed dimples before too.
"You have dimples," Louis stated stupidly as his heart swooned at the sight.
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Harry continued to smile, not even moving a muscle when Louis slapped him on his chest again.
He moved to kiss Louis again, shutting him up before he could speak, moaning himself as he grinded down slowly on Louis, the friction almost teasing.
Louis' hands found his belt, hurrying to pull it away and unbutton his jeans and sliding down the zipper, helping him to pull his pants down. Harry's hand wandered against him, before starting a path down his body and between his legs, skipping his cock as he went straight for his hole.
"So fucking wet for me," he lowly growled, grunting in Louis neck as his finger rubbed around the rim, getting more and more slick spread around everywhere, making a mess of Louis.
Louis moaned in response, arching his back and scratching at Harry's, spreading his legs further apart.
"Please, alpha", he moaned desperately, hips now swiveling downwards trying to do something, anything.
"Please what, omega? What do you want, hmm? Tell me."
"Want you to do something, anything, please", he bucked his hips helplessly against Harry.
Harry stared at him, noticing his desperation he himself felt as well. Deciding to have mercy on the omega, he put pressure on his middle finger, which easily slipped past his rim considering the sheer amount of slick.
Louis moaned louder, closing his eyes tightly at the feeling of the finger moving slowly in and out of him.
"This okay?", Harry asked him.
"Yeah- yeah," he gasped, "so okay. So fucking okay. Feels so good, alpha."
Harry worked him up to three fingers, louis volume moans increasing with each finger. He palmed at his own cock and groaned in relief.
Louis was now actively moving his hips to meet the thrust of his hand, clenching sporadically around his fingers and Harry knew, even though they hadn't been together before, that Louis was gonna cum if he didn't stop, he pulled out his fingers.
He ignored the devastated moan that Louis gave.
"Alpha, please", Louis whined wondering why the pleasure was snatched away from him so suddenly.
"Shh, it's okay, omega. You ready?" Harry was staring at him intensely, all the while rubbing the tip of cock back and forth on the wet rim which was now blooming red and sensitive. Louis' hips jerked everytime we swept across it.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready, just- just, put it in", he squirmed, hands gripping the rough and cheap sheets around him tightly.
He gulped at the sight of Harry cock and was of handsome size if not very much more than average. The bulbous head rubbing against his rim gave him shocks of pleasure.
He shut his eyes tightly when Harry started to push in, but surprisingly he was slow…and gentle, as one of his hands took one of Louis' to hold while the other directed his cock in.
Louis relaxed, he felt sporadic stings of pain and Harry slid in inch by inch but it was bearable and he noticed that the stretch didn't hurt that much when he calmed down.
When Harry bottomed out, Louis' hand flew to his stomach, gasping. He couldn't see any noticeable outline of anything but he felt as if he could feel the huge cock in his stomach.
"Okay?", Harry asked, his voice strained as he had forced himself to go slow from the look on the omegas face and not just slam into the warm hole which gripped his cock tightly.
He paused for a few moments, both adjusting to the feeling before louis gave a short nod, staring into his eyes trustingly.
Harry pulled back until only the tip was left inside and slammed back in, the air whooshing from his lungs at the unbelievable friction and pleasure the action created. He catched the high pitched moan Louis let out.
Louis threw his head back, gripping Harry's hand and the sheets tighter as his body started to move up and down on the bed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, uh, uh, alpha", he muttered out as an involuntary noise escaped him every time Harry drove back in.
"Yeah?", Harry asked, panting as he looked.
"Kiss me," Louis gasped out.
Harry leaned down right away, capturing his lips and robbing the air from his lungs.
He continued to thrust in and out, trying different angles until he heard the unmistakable message that he had hit Louis' prostate.
"Fuck! Fuck, alpha, right there! Fuck, what are you doing to me?", Louis screamed out, somewhat in fury as he didn't understand these foreign feelings and sensations and pleasure he had never felt before.
"Yeah? That feel nice? Couldn't wait to fuck from the moment I saw you, omega. You were so pretty and perfect, still are.", Harry rambled, "and that smell, god! You're- fuck- gonna be the bloody death of me. Shit- you smell good."
As if to prove his statement, Harry leaned into his neck to scent him, making the pleasure heighten as he moved together towards the peak of pleasure.
Warmth built behind Louis navel, his moans and gasps now consistent. The only parts touching the bed were his ass and head. His back had arched up enough to touch Harry's chest, legs wrapped around his back, face thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure that came with every drive of Harry's hips.
He wanted to move his hands but they were trapped, one still holding Harry's. He couldn't touch himself. The pressure grew and grew until it felt like he couldn't be any harder or redder nor could his balls be more taut against himself.
He exploded, screams going past his lips without his permission as he writhed around the bed, his orgasm crashing through him like a tide wave. His whole body shook violently as he went through the aftershocks and not a single moment had Harry stopped moving into him.
Seeing Louis orgasm was the hottest thing ever. His body was now even more slick with sweat.
He could feel his own orgasm coming as he watched Louis come undone before him, his considerably impressive cock spurting ropes and ropes of cum and painting his stomach.
He panted harder as his face screwed up, brows furrowing as he focused on thrusting rapidly into the thrashing body, still staring at louis as he went through the aftershocks.
He started gasping as he came closer and closer to his orgasm, it built inside him like a balloon, forcing him to curse out.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck! Shit, can't knot you, can't knot you, can't knot you, oh my god, fuck fuck fuck!", He practically screamed as he removed his cock just the minute he knew he was gonna cum.
He pulled out because he couldn't get Louis pregnant, he didn't know if Louis had birth control or if it came with the suppressants or not.
His face stayed screwed up as he threw his head back, jaw dropping open as he stripped his cock rapidly over Louis' stomach. He shuddered uncontrollably when he finally came, knot popping into nothing as he milked his cock until he knew it was too sensitive.
He fell beside Louis, panting into the air and he could feel Louis doing the same.
"Fuck," Louis panted out as he calmed down enough to talk, "that was-"
"Yeah," Harry nodded. He looked towards Louis and saw him staring at his stomach which was now painted over with both of their cum.
He stood up to get a free cloth. He rummaged in the bag and finally found a used t-shirt.
He went back over to Louis, whose legs had dropped down and was lying on the bed spread out like a starfish.
He opened his eyes when Harry approached, looking up at him. Harry scooped some of the cum on his two fingers, offering it to the omega, who sucked it without question.
He tasted some himself, before using the tshirt to clean it off of Louis' stomach. He threw it away when he was done, collapsing besides the omega again.
They lay in silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to make a move. They both suddenly moved towards each other at the same time. Harry pulled Louis closer who settled against his chest.
The moment was washed over with comfortable silence.
"Alpha?" Louis seeked out, turning his head towards Harry so he now lay against his shoulder.
"Yeah?" Harry looked down too, their noses almost touching now as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Can I run away with you?"
"Omega-"
"No just listen to me," he interrupted, "we can go back to my father's house and tell him that you're my boyfriend or something. We can tell him I've been at your house all this time. He'll let me go, I swear. I can ask for money from him, too. He'll give me the money, I promise. And practically nobody knows I exist anyway, everybody is surprised when my father- once in a blue moon- introduces me as his son.
"Nobody would care if I was wiped off the grid. Please let me run away with you, I've been planning it for years, I just was never brave enough to do it. Even if we don't workout, just take me wherever you're going. I won't bother you unless it's necessary or if I'm dying or something, but please, alpha- Harry", he gulped at the end of his speech, looking up at Harry with hopeful eyes.
"How do you know I was running away?"
That wasn't the response he expected. He blinked, startled.
"Um, well, you weren't exactly whispering on your calls, you know?", He blushed, "and you kept saying 'it's my last mission' or 'is the place ready?' all the time on the phone, so I figured you were moving away."
"You're smart, huh?", Harry was grinning at him.
Completely unexpected again.
"So?"
"Louis," Louis blushed again (it was the first time in a while Harry addressed him with his name), "I'll have to talk to my boss. It's really complicated. I've been pestering him to let me go for years and just recently he's agreed to do it. And he agreed on the terms that I would hold no connections to this world so I can move on, he said it's too much risk for people to know where I would live."
"But I won't tell anyone, Harry, I swear! I want to go off the grid too, we can both do it. Let me meet your boss, I'll talk to him. And I'll talk to my father. Please, Harry"
Harry sighed, thinking. But Louis was grinning anyway because he knew he had just convinced harry.
"Okay."
—
And he managed to convince his uncle to meet Louis. They went back to Louis' house to talk to his father. And surprisingly it went just like Louis had told him it would go.
Even though his son had been missing for almost two weeks, his father didn't care, it seemed. When he saw that they had returned, he lightly spoke to Louis in a reproached voice as if this wasn't surprising at all.
When Louis introduced Harry, his father looked at him in pity, almost as if he was sorry that Harry had to deal with Louis now. He made Harry furious to see how Louis was actually treated in his so-called home rather than peeking in from the sidelines.
He shook the man's hand roughly and only spoke when spoken to. The conversation went smoothly and when Louis asked for money, he wrote them a check like it wasn't going to change their lives.
He met Louis' Alpha brothers, who were a disgrace to the alphas really. They acted and spoke to Louis as if he was their inferior.
They said their very vague and non-emotional goodbyes.
Harry could see that Louis was hurt that his family didn't even try to fight for him even a little bit. They hadn't asked if he was happy or if he was being forced. They didn't care what happened to him now.
He felt like a fucking transaction. Like he was an object being exchanged with someone.
Harry had possessively pulled him closer every time he thought someone disrespected him and Louis appreciated the gesture, although he was frankly used to it. He was used to worse.
But then they met with Harry's boss, which Louis later knew was Harry's meant-uncle. It was a lot harder to convince him.
But finally Harry had pulled him out of the office and stomped back in with a heated expression and had come out looking calm and somewhat happy.
They were gonna be able to run away.
Louis was so happy that he jumped up to kiss Harry square on the mouth and jumped into his arms. Harry surprisingly didn't pull away.
He grinned breathlessly when he pulled back, dimples digging deep into his cheeks. It was the first time they kissed after they had had sex. It was great.
They didn't know what lies ahead for them. Nor did they know if they would work out as a couple but they had found freedom and happiness in each other, no matter how fleeting it may be.
They will run away together.
And maybe, just maybe, they will work out. And they'll have a happy future. Maybe they'll have a family.
It would be difficult to make ends meet, because borrowed money will finish one day, but they'll manage. They'll both work their asses off and provide for their family.
At the end of the day they will be with each other.
They had found each other, although inconveniently, at a time of their lives when they needed it the most.
Harry had now found a reason to run away, before it was just to get away. Now he wanted to do it for someone, with someone.
Louis had finally found his escape. His freedom. His break from the mundane. His impulse.
They don't think they'll ever forget this particular kidnap, although no one else knew about it, it had changed the lives of two people.
And they run away together.
The end.