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It can't be
Genos barely managed to evade another attack when he felt the sudden wetness trickling between his legs. The sweet scent was thick, permeating in the air and disorganizing his already weary mind (It had been a long round of combats after all). Genos didn't need his sensors to know his scent had gone haywire, spiked by an overwhelming hunger - for someone to push him down and touch him everywhere.
It's impossible. I can't have heats anymore
Genos snapped to full alert once more when the mad cyborg focused its dark visor on the blond, red optics glared mutely behind the protective shield as the back of its massive chassis reopened, producing three vast synthetic fusion cores from the designated compartments.
Ah fuc-
The barrage of photon bullets went everywhere.
In his deteriorating state, to avoid the bullets meant instant dead -... or maybe not since his upgraded body could possibly withstand at least a mass of binding energy for fifteen microseconds. So he was sure he definitely could still feel the impact tearing into the luster of metals.
He'd just have to make do with what he had for now.
Genos somersaulted from one of the stray bullets, ignoring the dent it'd left on his left shoulder when the shock wave flew close to him. His pulse scan went erratic, detecting more of the inbound photon energies blasting towards him, and at the very moment, regardless how foolish the decision was - Genos sprinted towards a nearby destroyed structure.
Scampering to a smaller compound was like inviting death in the face but as of now, it was whether dying a horrible death or dying a horrible death while leaving a mark on his enemy. The choice was obvious to him. Genos stopped his paces, gripping a midsize desecrated part of the ruins in his path before he hurled it mid-air at the incoming photon bullets. He raised his palm and charged one of his heat ports, sending a wave of blistering flame to blow the debris, breaking it into hundreds of raining boulders and scattering rain of rubbles all over the place.
The photon hails made an impact against the disseminated remains, momentarily staggering its perpendicular momentum.
An opening.
Genos snapped his arms together, stealing the small opportunity to activate all the cannons hardwired into his shoulder-plates. Genos swiftly fired a short range of flame torpedoes the moment he had his targets in his field of vision. The blast bombarded through the barrage of energy bullets, efficiently pulverizing the remnants as it continued to go through another damaged building, through thick concretes, through mild flares, and finally at the awaiting massive cyborg at the other side of the obliterated compound.
It did insignificant damage - as Genos soon realized - when his enemy just staggered back, hunching its armored chest forward and vaporized his offensive flames with a wave of its arm.
It was also, at that very moment when another tremor stopped Genos' circuits from functioning and filled his sight with a minor static, shutting down his battle mode as his mind fluttered back to the itch in his nether regions and to the very steep of his core.
No no no not now
His body was supposed to cease producing heats after he'd become a cyborg. The doctor had made sure of this, firmly ridding of everything that had previously defined Genos as an omega. There were no possibilities of whatsoever in his synthetic parts which itemized he could get wet and spread his mating pheromones into the air. He no longer had the vital requirements to breed and yet, even now, Genos had to bite down his tongue to prevent himself from going on all four, to arch his rear up and to beg for anything (anyone) to just mount and kiss away the painful heat from burning him inside out.
Genos whimpered and bit down harder when another persistent wave finally forced his body to the pavement. He was too wet. The crystalline oils were leaking through the crevices in his legs, soaking through his leather slacks. Genos was so close at making grabby hands at his enemy to please please touch him everywhere---
No. No. I'm more than just that.
"What's this?" a mechanical voice chimed.
Genos looked up at the approaching large cyborg. His vision was misty but he was sure the other was staring at him with a dubious interest despite its lack of facial expression to do so.
"Your temperature is rapidly escalating, boy. And you produce more vapors in the span of passing seconds." The cyborg stared down at the trembling blond, merely tilting its head when the young cyborg bared his teeth at his foe. Perhaps a pitiful attempt to salvage his now-ruined pride. "In heat then? How curious." It said, probably analyzing Genos’ conditions behind the dark visor.
Genos hissed. He'd been tailing the mad cyborg for days only to be ambushed himself and probably was at the verge of defeat after hours of battle. Regardless how he looked at it, Genos wasn't naive. He knew the fight had been one-sided from the very beginning. It was simply due to his stubbornness and his craved for retribution that had kept him alive this long.
In the end, it didn’t really matter. He wasn't strong enough for this.
The massive cyborg bent down on one-knee, pulling at Genos' hair so it could see the slope of his thin neck.
Genos was only granted a few moments of strained peace before another tremor tore screamed clawed at his insides, persuading him to meekly submit to the much stronger presence, and draining him all of his strength and placing it together to uphold a single purpose; to mate.
Screw the heat.
"It's most fortunate then that I'm merely using a prototype vessel and the sentient me is at least a decent distance away from you."
What?
Its grip tightened on the golden hair. Genos winced. "If not, the scent might affect me and I'm sure that is the unlikely outcome we both desire, isn't it boy?" The mad cyborg moved one of its large armored arms forward, guiding it towards the delicate spot. There was almost a sneer on its blank face as it pressed Genos' neck, delivering a calculating grip into the pressure and Genos just knew, understood it too well how his enemy had every intention to give him a slow, choking death.
Genos cursed at the heat. One small hand trembled as he clawed at the arm and squeezed it desperately. It was useless how his strength was the equivalent of a wounded kitten now.
"Keep your gaze on me, boy. Let me watch those eyes as they lose their light."
That was about the time when his scanner clicked, alerting him to a nearby colossal energy - no, it was not coming from his current opponent - and going full vigilant as his matrices became intermittent, momentarily ignoring the burn and itch in his body. Genos used the distraction to point one arm underneath the cyborg's solid elbow. He twisted the iron arm, charging his incinerator cannon and releasing a wavelength of flame energy against it. The beam destroyed the hardened limb in a single burst.
Genos instantly stood on his trembling feet, moving back to gain more space between them. His heat moaned and whimpered, begging to be coddled and Genos knew he wouldn't be able to ignore it for far too long.
"You insolent child-"
There was a tap behind the massive cyborg.
And then it exploded, disintegrating to nothing but shreds of lit cinders. Its metallic parts were scattered all over the place like pieces of a broken compass.
Genos blinked, swallowing hard.
What happened?
"Found you."
Genos followed the source of voice just in time so see red-and-yellow leaping at him.
It was instantaneous. The young cyborg could barely garner his thoughts when he found his wrists being sealed in a tight grip and his body wrung forward into a sturdy chest, effectively immobilizing him.
"You smell so good."
Genos stiffened and looked at his captor.
There was nothing in this man's presence that defined danger and yet donning his yellow suit, Genos felt how the stranger's grasp went tense around his wrists when the cyborg tried to pry himself away.
"Let go." Genos urged. He noted how the stranger's eyes were now blotched in dark veins as his brown pupils dilated. A sense of dread drowned the youth before he realized that his captor was an alpha in rut. And said rut was probably triggered by his heat.
Shit.
Genos cringed at the first contact once the other bent down to sniff at his neck, one free arm went about Genos' waist to compress them close to another (not even a gap apart for breeze to pass through) so the alpha could push his hips against the omega – mindless of the cyborg's incessant protest. The blond didn't want this. Should have attempted his best to squirm and kick himself off of the untamed alpha, but an odd tremble outpoured his skin so easily it left him almost breathless. Tired. The man before him was staring at Genos intently, almost adoring, before he shifted to deliver small kisses and bites along the juncture between Genos' shoulder and jaws.
The alpha's eyes held nothing but hooded want. He scented at the air, the arm around Genos' waist was now trailing down to claw at the cyborg's rear, searching and protruding for something that was no longer there. Genos would have laughed at this if his mind wasn't so busy mewling pathetically at the (very much unwanted) touches. There was a growl. Anger perhaps since the alpha couldn’t find what he was searching for.
The alpha raised his fingers and wove them in the golden hair and pulled it back, revealing a tiny spot for the bald man to mar and claim beneath those jaws. And he did so when he pecked gently at the skin there, tongue tasting the brunt of ashes and fire from the cyborg's previous battle. In his own way, Genos knew the alpha's thirst had been slightly quenched from this small contact.
"You're so good for me." The bald man stared at the panting omega. "Wet too, yes?" He made his point when the alpha scrambled his fingers in the gap near Genos' legs, nails caressing eagerly at the oils there, not once pulling his gaze away from the cyborg. Genos spotted how the whites in the man's eyes were now fully painted with black hue, no longer the epitome of a sane soul but a wild creature driven with only the need to dominate.
How was he supposed to blame this man for his actions when he was a victim just as Genos was in this situation? Fogged by their instincts it brutally shed away all their judgments and sentiments.
Can save him. I can still save him.
"Stop--” The alpha released Genos' wrists and shoved at him hard. The blond youth fell to the ground and the alpha observed him in seconds - his face void of emotions - before he pounced on the omega again. Too gentle for Genos’ liking. The alpha threw his height on the struggling omega, pinning both of Genos' hands above his head and cracking his wrists hard to leave indentations, rendering his arms useless.
Strong. This man was too strong.
It was no use; no matter how many times Genos fought him. The alpha wouldn't budge and showed very little duress from his relentless assaults. Genos expected the worst when the alpha leaned closer, hips grinding against hips, and he was so terrified even though the omega within him welcomed the harsh treatments with a desperate want.
"No. Please. I don't want-- Nnn." A scratch. A mark. And then there was a bite upon his chin, sharp canines puncturing through the artificial skin like it was made of a soft feather. Genos inhaled, breath hitched when it dawned to him what the alpha was intending to do.
A bond. The alpha wanted to mark him and created a bond.
"Stop! You idiot! Don’t-"
The plexus in his body went rigid.
Every sound and smell around him muted into a weightless heap of light as Genos' awareness was cosseted into a dark warmth. His mind dwindled and lulled by a specter presence, feeling as if he was standing in the middle of an ocean, holding nothing but a translucent string to prevent the sea from claiming him. In the roar of destruction, the omega inside him purred, nuzzling its cheek and wanting nothing but to submit now that it had found complacency. A line to hold on to. A new bond to revere. An alpha to appease.
The bite on the juncture of his chin loosened.
Genos wanted to cry.
This wasn't what he wanted.
"Please." Genos didn't know what he was asking for. Ashen oils were dripping from the corner of his eyes and Genos thought whatever pride he had left shouldn't be wasted on crying like a mere pitiful child. He did anyway. And he would have wailed - probably - if stubbornness wasn't one of his strong traits. "Please. Just stop."
The sound of a weak gasp drew Genos' focus back to the man - his mate now - above him. The distraught look wasn't what he hoped to find and yet it was there, as bright as the flame around him and as broken at the carnage that Genos had left from his fight.
"Oh hell." The bald man cursed. Eyes wide. He was hesitant when he released the omega, careful and reverent in the way he was handling Genos' shattered wrists. Despite everything, the maelstrom in the man's eyes had completely diminished and in its place was now a worried, almost troubled gaze. "Oh shit. I did this. I really did this. I--I'm sorry. I never-"
Genos knew. The sincerity in the alpha's voice was heartbreaking. But it was too late. No matter how sorry the other was, the bond was completed. They were bonded until all the stars in the universe turned to forgotten sparks. Now only death could tear the alpha away from him.
Genos blinked at the abrupt touch from his alpha. The bald man brushed one finger along the cyborg's cheek, offering an awe glance at Genos like he was the only one worthy of such a delicate gaze.
(Though the guilty look hadn't completely disappeared entirely)
"Saitama." The alpha said, still hovering over Genos, shielding him from the world. Protecting the cyborg fiercely.
Genos stared.
"My name." The bald man claimed. "And I'm sorry." He - Saitama - said. "Your scent. It was intoxicating. No omegas ever-" No. Genos didn't want to hear the rest. He just wanted to leave and hide away.
"Let me go." Genos muttered, glaring at Saitama's chest instead. "I want to leave." It was plausible for him to expect for the other to deny his request, to lock him in a caging embrace and order him to stay because Genos was Saitama's now. It'd be too easy, just a few words uttered in his alpha tone and choices would be instantly sealed from Genos.
Saitama didn't though. He looked a tad distressed for seconds before the man shifted slowly. He stood on his heels and withdrew away from Genos.
The cyborg took the chance to hastily gather his strength, throwing plaintive glance at the alpha (his alpha) as he cradled his broken wrists to his chest. Saitama made a move to reach out, but stopped at the terrified light in those golden eyes.
"I'm sorry." How many times must Saitama say it? "But you know it’s no use.” he breathed softly. Resigned. “I'll find you eventually. We're bonded. You're mine now."
Saitama had no right to permit the possessiveness in his voice to seep through so easily like that. Genos didn't dare to look over his shoulder when he ran, his core whirring and its light dimming as it charging excessive energy pulse throughout his body.
Distance away, Saitama watched and waited. His eyes tired and blank but it was just a matter of the time before the alpha within him howled and craved for its mate again. It wouldn't matter how far the cyborg chose to hide and run from Saitama.
An alpha would always find his omega.
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