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Bruises, cuts, and his own blood covered his face. 15 year old omega Caesar Zeppeli held a cigarette between two fingers and puffs out smoke, scowling after having his ass kicked by a group of alphas. He took quite a few of them down to be frank; with his sharp nails and teeth and moves he taught himself with a wrench, it wasn't all too difficult to match himself to your average alpha.
But unfortunately, he was no match for the entire group. His other arm was nearly broken and he was pretty sure he pulled a muscle in his leg. "Get up." Growled the alpha that had pinned him while the other remaining pummeled him. Caesar glares up at him and scoffs, mumbling for him to piss off before he quickly got a boot to the face.
"Do you want to die, little bitch?" The boot sent him flying to the concrete, his cigarette flew at out of his hand as he grunts out in pain. "Get the fuck up. Or I'll beat your ass again, and maybe next time.. I'll fuckin breed you." Caesar eyes go wide at the filthy threat and the alpha smirks, grabbing Caesar's arm and yanked him to his feet.
"You're lucky he didn't request that you be chained up. Woulda' have your wrist snapped in no time." Caesar glares up at the alpha roughly leading him along. He then wonders: Who the hell is he? Their leader perhaps? Another alpha? Another thought then comes to mind: I could totally take this guy, he's all by himself.. Then as the doors open to the building they're entering, the room is filled with guards, guards that have a strong alpha scent. There's no way he could take all of them here, he'd be killed in two seconds flat.
Caesar's jaw is clenched the entire time as he continues to look around the room, finding ways to escape for later once he gets the chance. He only managed to notice two even though they were both surrounded by guards-- Assuming that that policy is "no one leaves, no one gets in". At least not for unauthorized people.
"Where the hell are we going anyways?" Caesar manages to say, quickly regretting that as the alpha throws him to the floor.
"I didn't say you could speak, roach." The alpha hisses and Caesar about got up to punch him when a foot pressed to his chin. A foot from another alpha. He looks up, and the second alpha smirks and Caesar feels some sort of.. special vibe from him.
"You can leave now." He says with a strong British accent. He removes his foot from Caesar's face and holds his hand down. Caesar looks at it with suspicion, not wanting to comply to whatever this bastard wanted from him. "It's either this or I carry you like a bride and tell everyone you're my wife." Caesar scoffs in response, slowly reaching his hands to grab the one that helped him up to his feet.
"So." The man wraps his arm around Caesar's shoulders. "The name's Joseph Joestar, I kinda… run the block around here." Oh of course he does, what with his fancy clothes and his fancy hair… "Tell me about yourself."
Feeling the urge to shove the guy off of him for getting a bit too friendly, Caesar just turns his head the other way and clenches his fists as he debates on whether or not he wants to start a fight before knowing how this alpha is strength wise. "The hell do you care?" He verbally snaps instead, trying to shrug Joseph's arm off his shoulder.
"Come on princess, it's better to tell me sooner than later. Besides.. You're my little prize, I'm gonna find out everything about you anyways."
Prize? Who the hell did this Joseph guy think he is, some toy? "I'm not a princess." Caesar eventually pushes his arm away, moving to step away from the alpha. "And I'm not your fucking prize."
Joseph grabs his arm and pulls the omega to his chest, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at him. "Oh but princess… you are my prize. Until I either mate you or get bored of you. And honestly," his other hand lowers down Caesar's back. "I'm already loving just how feisty you are. Most omegas just submit to me right away. Do you know how many little bitches I've beheaded for wasting my time?" Caesar widens his eyes at the horrifying image and Joseph smirks. "So be a good omega and you'll find yourself having the time of your life.. until you're pregnant, that is."
Pregnant.
Caesar squirms in Joseph's hold, attempting to shove on his chest in hopes of pushing him back. "No. I won't carry your children you sick bastardo! Let go of me, I'll kill you!" As Caesar tries to free himself from his arms. Joseph smacks Caesar's ass, pulling out a surprised yelp before throwing the boy over his shoulder. "Put me down!" He bangs his hands on Joseph's back, kicking at his chest and shouting all sorts of insults in Italian.
Joseph enters a room-- his room, and throws Caesar on the bed that's surrounded by a round wall and curtains on the free end. He pins Caesar to the bed and smiles, a smile that sent chills down the omega's spine once he stopped thrashing around. "Are you done?" He says with a light tone, leaning down to take a whiff of the other's delicious scent. He just wanted to claim him here, to mate him, to make him his. This boy felt… special. Was it because he was his youngest victim? Or perhaps it was because of this fiery personality he has?
Caesar's breath hitches as Joseph slides his wet tongue along his neck. "Don't." He gulps, trying to put on a submissive stance so he could catch him off guard. "Don't touch me.. Please. I'm too young for.. ch-children."
"Is that so?" Joseph presses a knee between Caesar's thighs. "I feel like we'd make perfect, pretty little pups. Wouldn't you agree?"
One of Caesar's legs was now between Joseph's as the older starts touching on him. Now was his chance, he brings his knee up hard to slam against Joseph's groin. In response, Joseph cries out, allowing Caesar to easily shove him off before rolling off the bed and running to the door.
His feet pound against the hard floor as he throws the door open, taking one last glance at the pained Joestar before sprinting out. He remembers the placement of the exits that were surrounded by alpha guards. Fuck it, he was going to have to fight his way out. Being completely fine with that, Caesar figured he would kick their asses before the next group came over. This was the life he's been living after all.
Roundhouse kicking one of the alphas in the face before landing hard on the floor, Caesar rolled away from the alpha and jumps to his feet. He throws his fists up in a fighting stance, ignoring the snarling pained alpha on the floor that held a hand to his bloody nose. Another guard sprints towards Caesar and the boy would have felt intimidated if adrenaline and the need to just get out wasn’t running through his veins, he side leaps when the second guard charges at him, right hooking him under his chin once he caught a weak spot from his side. After taking down two more alphas, the omega began to get a bit cocky. Seeing a couple of other alphas grab a bat, Caesar decided to make a run to the door-- and he was so close too, if he wasn’t grabbed and pinned to the floor. Then his cockiness was replaced with the feeling of shock.
With his head shoved to the floor, he couldn’t look up to the one who caught him, but good God was he a strong bastard. “Let me go!” Caesar snarls through gritted teeth, trying to squirm in the man’s hold but couldn’t budge enough to find a way to escape his grasp. “I’ll kill you!”
Running footsteps make its way towards his direction in the room, and a pair of feet stopped not too far from him. Judging by the voice, Caesar knew it was Joseph, the bastard who quickly recovered from being kicked in his groin. “Heh..” Caesar wanted to growl at the chuckle. “Good job Jotaro.”