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Lian Yu
2007
Oliver grunted as he dropped down onto the ground inside the shell of a plane, every part of his body hurting from the beating he'd just taken from Slade. Apparently the man fully believed that training meant getting the crap kicked out of you. Lying back in the grass he stared up at the sky through the trees hanging over head, trying to breath through the pain like Slade had told him. It didn't really help but as he watched the clouds drift his mind was able to relax just a bit. He took a moment to close his eyes and enjoy the moment of peace while it lasted because the moment Slade got back from patrolling training would begin all over again. As his mind drifted he tried not to think about home. About his family. About Laurel.
Something in him lurched unexpectedly and he realized he hadn't thought about Laurel in...in a long time now. He'd been so focused on surviving and training and making sure Slade didn't take his head off for some stupid little thing that he hadn't had a chance to think of Laurel or of anything really. It had been weeks since the yacht had gone down. Weeks since his father...since Sarah...had died. Weeks since...
Oliver's eyes widened and he shot up quickly, wincing as sore muscles protested his swift actions.
Weeks. It had been weeks since he'd last taken a suppressant. Which meant that not all his aches were from Slade's rigorous training methods.
"No, no, no, no," he whispered, pushing himself to his feet and looking around quickly, trying to find some place, any place, that would serve as a decent hiding place. He couldn't go into heat. Not here. Not now. His heart began pounding as he quickly came to the realization that there was no where to run. No where to hide. He was just beginning to debate his odds of surviving in the forest until after the heat had passed when a sharp cramp hit him right in the abdomen. A sharp cramp he hadn't felt in a very long time.
Grunting as another cramp struck, arms wrapped around his abdomen as he doubled over slightly, gasping sharply. He tried to walk towards the opening in the side of the plane, staggering, knowing he had to get out, had to get away, only to feel like his feet had turned to lead when he heard Slade coming back. And he knew it was Slade and not one of Fyers men because he could smell the man's scent, musky and heady from living God knew how long in the wilds.
It was a scent that was all Alpha.
Making a low sound he moved as quickly as possible, putting himself in a far corner, facing the opening, knees growing shaky as his heat slowly crept up onto him. He was already breathing heavier, already feeling the wetness starting to drip down his thighs, and he was silently cursing his biology when Slade stepped through the opening, carrying a few birds.
"I trust you rested while I was out fetching our supper," Slade said as he dropped the birds near the fire. "Because after we eat I'm going to show you how to..."
Slade stopped speaking when he looked over at Oliver, slumped against the side of the plane, arms still wrapped around his middle and no doubt looking feverish. "What the hell did you do?" Slade started towards him and Oliver moved back, trying to shake his head, but feeling like someone had suddenly lit a fire of liquid lust in his veins.
"You...You can't...have to stay...away..."
Slade frowned. "What are you..." He'd taken a few more steps forward only to come to a sudden halt, eyes widening and his body going tense, like a spring tightening. He seemed to be holding his breath until he finally hissed, mixed emotions flashing through his dark eyes but Oliver could clearly pick out the rage. "You stupid, arrogant, little piece of shit!"
"I didn't know!" Oliver was shaking now but not out of fear. He felt wetness, thick and slick, glide down his thighs, his body reacting instinctively to the presence of an Alpha. Readying itself for what biology said was supposed to happen now. His cock already hard against the zipper of his pants, straining and needy in a way he'd never experienced before. "I didn't...think...my suppressants..."
"Obviously wore the fuck off!" Slade's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. "When did you last take them?!"
Oliver panted, pushing further away from Slade, his uncertainty and fear overriding his desire to be taken, to be owned by the Alpha. "Weeks...a few weeks now...just before I was shipwrecked..."
Slade cursed, first in English then in languages Oliver didn't understand, but he knew that the man was not happy about this new turn of events. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and trembling as his heat continued to creep through his veins. He jerked in surprise, eyes flying open, as he felt a hand grab him by the front of his jacket. He stared into Slade's eyes, unable to read any emotion, and this close he drew more and more of the other man's rich Alpha scent into his lungs with every inhale of breath.
"When was your last heat?" Slade sounded so calm, so in control, that Oliver couldn't help but whimper in envy. Slade shook him unexpectedly, clearly thinking his whimper was one of need. "Answer me, Queen! When was your last heat?!"
Oliver blinked, attempting to push away the haze that was starting to settle into his mind, it was becoming increasingly difficult to do anything but whimper and beg for Slade to take him, to take away the itch that was building beneath his skin. His cock pulsed and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering again.
"I..." Oliver panted, shaking his head to try and clear it. "I don't...it's been..."
"Focus!" Slade's voice boomed through the air as he shook Oliver again and the younger man couldn't help but whimper again. "When, Queen? When was it?"
"I was...fourteen...no...no I was...thirteen..."
"Jesus fucking Christ." Slade let go of him then, stepping back quickly, breathing only through his mouth, clearly not wanting to inhale anymore of the pheromones that were pouring off of Oliver in waves. "You've been on suppressants since puberty."
Oliver gave a weak nod, knees finally growing weak enough that he was relying completely on the side of the plane to remain standing. His pants were soaked and his body just kept pumping out more liquid, readying him for what it thought was going to happen.
"You're even more of an idiot than I thought." Slade was shaking his head and Oliver tried to glare at the man, he did, but his instinct to submit to an Alpha, made it a weak attempt at best. "Suppressants aren't meant to be used like that. You use them for six months, a year at most, and then you have a heat cycle. Otherwise your body just keeps storing up hormones until you finally go through your heat thus making it more intense and last much longer than usual."
Oliver's eyes widened and he groaned as his abdomen cramped unexpectedly. "I didn't know...I..."
"How could you not know that?!" Slade's tone made Oliver whimper, a weak attempt to placate the angry Alpha, and he absolutely hated his Omega instincts. "Whoever got you the suppressants should have told you!"
"My father...he didn't...he was...I think he was...ashamed...of me..."
"For being an Omega?"
Oliver nodded and Slade made this low sound, almost like he thought Oliver's father was an idiot.
"Let me guess, daddy was a big wig back wherever you're from, an Alpha most likely, and he figured his son would be an Alpha too."
"Probably..." Oliver had honestly never asked his father's opinion on his status as an Omega. He figured the man getting him the suppressants and the Beta-scented sprays was enough of an explanation. But having Slade, a man who was virtually a stranger, put it all into words made it hurt a lot more than it ever had.
Slade cursed again. "Fucking stupid boy." He shoved a hand through his hair and Oliver watched the play of muscle beneath the man's tactical gear, scenting the Alpha and whimpering softly, barely fighting back the urge to move closer, to offer himself up to the man.
"I'd toss you out of here," Slade said and Oliver's eyes widened in fear. "But any Alpha within five miles would eventually catch your scent and be on you quicker than you could blink. And given the large number of Alphas that Fyers keeps in his employ there would be a very good likelihood that you wouldn't survive the encounter."
"I can't...stay...they'll find me...find you..."
"I have some herbs I can burn," Slade explained as he turned, grabbing a backpack from behind one of the crates and the birds from by the fire. "They'll mask your scent."
"What about...you..." Oliver watched as Slade went to the opening.
"I've more restraint than the Alphas you're used to, Queen." Slade paused at the opening, looking back briefly. "There's energy bars in the crate just to your right. You'll need to make certain to eat or you won't last through the heat."
Before Oliver could say, or even try and think of something to say, Slade disappeared through the opening. A soft sound fell from his lips as he slowly slid down the ground, body shaking as his heat continued to set in. He barely remembered his first and only heat but what he did remember was that it had felt like an eternity before his body had stopped demanding something he couldn't give it. His body cramped again and he whined sharply, curling in on himself in an attempt to fight off the urges he didn't have any real experience in dealing with.
oOoOoOo
After leaving the plane Slade had set about staggering poles with the herbs attached around the immediate area, letting them slowly burn, the smoke drifting from them enough to mask the scent of Oliver's heat. Drawing a deep breath of the herbs allowed him to return to the plane, though he didn't enter, choosing instead to sit outside, using the shadows to his advantage as he sat and began cleaning the birds he had caught. He may not like Oliver overly much, but the boy had been right about them needing each other.
He knew most Alphas wouldn't have left Oliver in the state he was in, the minute they smelled the boy's pheromones they would have been all over him. It was only years of military training and discipline that had kept Slade from giving in to his instincts. Instincts that were still telling him to go back in there and do what an Alpha was supposed to do and breed the little Omega.
Slade made a low sound and shoved those instincts to the back of his mind, focusing on the task at hand, plucking feathers and cleaning the birds so he could cook them. It wasn't an overly time consuming task, he could get it done in under twenty minutes, but he took much more time than was necessary. Using the task to ignore the fact that just a few feet away an unbonded Omega was going through a heat, the worst heat the boy had ever experienced.
His instincts kept screaming at him to go, to help the boy through it, but he stayed where he was. Years of military training, of strict discipline, made it easier to resist his biological urges. He wouldn't be the typical Alpha who lost his senses because of heat pheromones. He was better than that. He was above ridiculous, simple things like that.
Time slipped slowly by as he cooked his supper, briefly wondering if he should shout in and tell Oliver to be sure to eat something. But decided against it. Bad enough there was the chance one of Fyers men could randomly stumble upon them and discover that Oliver was in heat. He wasn't about to risk shouting and drawing attention to them and their position. No. Best to just wait it out. Oliver was smart enough he'd know to eat when he could. Might have been a city boy but he wasn't completely stupid or useless. No matter what Slade might tell him.
The minutes slowly drug on, turning into hours and the sun dipped low in the west, the darkness of night creeping over the island and Slade's only source of light was the small fire he'd built to cook with. The animals that prowled the island at night had come out, bats and nocturnal birds, filling the night with their soft sounds. But Slade's ears picked up only the muffled sounds Oliver was trying to hide. Whines and moans. Sounds of need that caused Slade's cock to go impossibly hard, made desire shoot through him like a wildfire, but he didn't move from his spot. He fought his natural responses, knowing that he'd soon have to get up and go check on the still smouldering herbs, make certain to keep the smoke in the air so they didn't have any unwanted visitors.
Tipping his head back he looked up at the darkened night sky. Stars glittered overhead and he stared at them for a moment, remembering a time, a life, before this damned island. Shaking his head he quickly stood, planning to go check the herbs, pausing long enough to turn his head, to tell Oliver he'd be right back, only to have the words stick in his throat when he looked into the plane and saw the boy slumped on the ground, panting, hand shoved down the front of his pants, clearly trying to get some relief even though it wouldn't be enough. Not nearly enough.
Slade tried to make his legs move, knew he had to turn away, had to tend to the herbs, but he kept staring at Oliver, watching the little Omega's movements. This close the herbs only limited Oliver's scent, the delicious scent of an Omega in heat, and Slade found it a little more challenging to remember that he wasn't like other Alphas. That he was capable of resisting the lure of an Omega's heat pheromones. He drew a slow, deep breath, catching just the hint of Oliver's scent and his body quivered. His already hard cock seemed to harden further, pressing insistently against the zipper of his pant, demanding he do something.
Swallowing around the thick lump his throat he finally found the will to move. His feet felt heavy as he moved and he found himself inhaling deeply as he went into the plane. This was a bad decision. A very, very bad decision. And yet he kept moving forward. Oliver hadn't noticed him yet, the boy's eyes squeezed shut, moaning as his hand worked frantically, unseen beneath the fabric of his pants but Slade could smell the precome leaking from Oliver's cock, could smell the already spilled come and the fresh wave need wafting off of the Omega, the desperation brought on by the boy's heat.
Fuck being the better man, Slade decided as he let Oliver's pheromones wash over him completely. I'll be a better man tomorrow.
Moving quickly, not wanting to give Oliver time to realize he there, Slade crossed the distance between them and dropped down behind the pretty little Omega, grabbing hold of his belt and tugging his pants down. Oliver yelped in surprise, head snapping around, staring at him with eyes blown dark with lust.
"What..."
Oliver made a low sound, words cutting off as Slade yanked his pants down, the fabric bunching around the Omega's knees. A high pitched keen tore from Oliver's throat when Slade unexpectedly brushed a thumb over his dripping, clenching hole. The digit slowly slipped in, the natural lubricant easing the way. Oliver's body clenched instinctively and he whined loudly, hips pushing back while a fresh wave of pheromones filling the air. Slade growled as he inhaled, pushing his thumb deeper for a moment before pulling it out completely, enjoying the way Oliver whimpered, the way his body tried to hold onto him.
"You like that do you," Slade rumbled, rubbing his thumb over Oliver's clenching hole.
Oliver whimpered again, hips rocking, his eyes half closed, another wave of pheromones hit Slade and the Alpha growled, dipping his head and running his tongue over Oliver's hole before pushing it in, making Oliver squirm and moan. The taste of him was delicious, sweet and ripe, and it made Slade growl again before slipping his tongue in as deep as he could, with short, stabbing motions, tasting deeper and deeper, making Oliver whimper and moan while pushing back against him.
Oliver felt a small jolt of embarrassment shoot through him as he moaned loudly, pushing back against Slade's mouth, enjoying the way the Alpha's tongue moved in and out of him. He'd been rimmed before, there wasn't much by way of sexual debauchery that he hadn't partaken in, but with his heat it felt more intense. More intimate than it ever had before. The sensation of Slade's tongue, the flex of the hands on his ass cheeks, all worked to drive him crazy with need. He whined shamelessly, wanting more, needing more.
"Slade...please...I need..."
Slade slowly lifted his head, giving one more lick to Oliver's quivering hole again as he drew back.
"What do you need," the Alpha rumbled, thumb rubbing and dipping into Oliver, making him mewl loudly. He smelled Oliver's pre-cum, saw the way the Omega worked his cock, trying to get some small amount of relief and he growled as he reached down, grabbing Oliver's wrist to stop him, making Oliver whimper. "Tell me what you need, Omega. Do you need my mouth again, hmm? My fingers maybe? Or is it my cock you need? My thick Alpha cock with its big knot filling you up. Is that what you need?"
Oliver mewled loudly as Slade's thumb pushed into him again and again.
"Yes...Yes please..." He moaned, meeting Slade's gaze as steadily as he could. "Please...I need..."
"Need what?" Slade drew his thumb away, reaching down to unfasten his own pants, letting out a low rumble when his cock, his impossible hard and pulsing cock, was finally freed. "You need to tell me, need to be more specific, Oliver. What do you need?"
Oliver felt his cheeks heat up as embarrassment filled him for a moment. He knew what Slade wanted to hear and he also knew that if he didn't say it then the Alpha wouldn't do anything. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Oliver had to look away from Slade's dark eyes in order to get the words out of his mouth. "I need your...your cock...please Slade...please...fuck me..."
Before the words were fully out of Oliver's mouth, Slade had lined the head of his cock up with Oliver's hole and pushed in. Oliver cried out as his body stretched to accept the Alpha's cock, the natural lubrication his body created easily slicking the way. There was still a slight burn, muscles stretching in a way they normally didn't, but Oliver's body, his very biology, allowed it, welcomed it even. Oliver groaned at the feel of Slade filling him. It was fantastic. He suddenly wondered why he ever thought it was a good idea to suppress his Omega biology.
When Slade was in as far as he could go, balls pressed against Oliver's ass, he had to force himself to hold still for a moment, trying to give Oliver a chance to adjust. He knew the Omega had never been with an Alpha, not while in heat at least, so he didn't want to make this painful. He panted heavily, leaning over Oliver's back, inhaling the boy's scent and pheromones. He growled faintly, nipping lightly at Oliver's ear, enjoying the way the boy shuddered.
A mewling whine tore free of Oliver's chest as he rocked back against Slade, his nerve endings all coming to life as his movements caused Slade to move just a tiny bit inside him. "Slade..." he moaned, bracing both hands against the ground, meeting Slade's dark gaze over his shoulder. "Please...need..."
"You need to be fucked, don't you," Slade murmured as he nipped again at Oliver's ear, making the Omega whimper. "Need to be fucked and knotted. Need to be bred."
Oliver whined loudly as Slade began to move, slowly, hips drawing back before slowly sliding forward again. Oliver tried to push back, tried to increase the pace, but Slade quickly grabbed his hips, holding him still and continued his slow, easy pace. Oliver groaned in a mix of pleasure and frustration.
"Slade...please...please...fuck me...hard...please...I need it..."
"So pretty when you beg," Slade growled the words out. "Oh so pretty."
Before Oliver could even attempt to think of a reply, Slade made a low sound and his hips began to piston in and out, setting a relentless pace and driving into Oliver, making the Omega cry out in pleasure. Slade groaned as he tilted his hips forward, barely conscious of it, the knowledge deep and instinctual, the change allowing the head of his cock to hit Oliver's prostate with each inward plunge. Oliver moaned and arched, pushing back to meet every thrust, his cock leaking more and more as his prostate was continuously battered, sharp jolts of pleasure shooting through him, making his nerves feel like they were on fire.
Slade grunted as he pulled out just enough to tease Oliver before slamming back in, a fresh wave of pheromones filling the air and he rumbled loudly as he leaned over Oliver's back, licking at the spot just behind the Omega's ear, making him squirm and gasp. "You like that, boy," the Alpha growled, one hand gripping Oliver's hip tightly, using it as leverage to keep thrusting sharply, ignoring the burning of his muscles at the rigorous pace. "Like the feel of my cock stretching you? Fucking you opening?"
Oliver mewled and Slade smiled smugly, knowing he was the first Alpha, the only Alpha, to hear and see Oliver like this. It was certainly a heady thing. He felt the knot at the base of his cock start to swell, knew what it meant, knew it was a terrible idea to do this, even if it meant ending Oliver's heat sooner, but his instinct kept him fucking Oliver, pushing harder and harder, cock sliding deeper and deeper, making Oliver cry out in pleasure.
Slade let out a low growl, reaching with his free hand to stroke Oliver's cock, precome dribbling down over his knuckles. Oliver moaned, hips alternating between pushing back against Slade's thrusts and forward to shove his cock through the tight grip of the Alpha's hand. Slade growled again, fisting Oliver's cock in rhythm to his thrusts.
"Are you close, boy," Slade growled in Oliver's ear, licking at the outer edge, loving the way Oliver shuddered. "Are you going to come for me, hmm? Are you going to come around my thick, hard, Alpha cock?"
"Fuck...oh fuck..." Oliver gasped, head tossed back as he felt his balls drawing up, readying to shoot his load. "Slade...fuck!"
Oliver let out a loud cry of pleasure, clenching around Slade's cock as he came in white, thick ropes, spurting over Slade's fingers and the floor before falling forward, unable to hold himself any longer, panting heavily and feeling like fireworks had gone off in his head. His world going a hazy white as the pleasure overrode everything else.
The feeling of Oliver's ass clenching around his cock drove Slade into a frenzy, his hips snapping forward faster, harder, the knowledge that he'd been the Alpha to make Oliver come like a damn geyser was like the kickback of a shotgun and Slade wanted more. A half a dozen thrusts later and Slade felt his balls draw up, his knot beginning to swell, ready to lock him inside, ready to insure that he got Oliver pregnant. Which, part of his mind insisted, was not necessarily a good thing but he ignored that part of his mind, focusing instead on the familiar tingle in the base of his spine that signalled his impending orgasm.
"Are you ready, Oliver," Slade panted, still pounding relentlessly into Oliver, listening to the soft sounds the Omega was making as his over sensitized body continued to be assaulted with jolts of pleasure. "I'm gonna fill you...gonna knot you...lock all my come inside you and watch that tight little stomach swell with my baby. Are you ready, my sweet little Omega?"
Oliver could only whimper, his hips tilting to a different angle, a better one, body operating completely on instinct to best accept the Alpha's seed. The change in positioning, the tight clenching of Oliver's ass around his cock, was the final straw. Slade practically howled before his teeth clamped down on the back of Oliver's neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood, bonding them together as he came. His knot swelled completely, locking his cock deep in Oliver, ensuring his come stayed where it should.
Oliver mewled as he felt Slade's knot inside him, felt the Alpha's teeth in his neck, bonding them together. It was all so much...too much...his cock twitched again and gave a few, small spurts. He whimpered, feeling his body clench around Slade's know, making the Alpha groan, hips rocking gently against him. "Slade..." he whimpered the Alpha's name as the man slowly released his neck, carefully manoeuvring them so they were laying on their sides, still locked together by Slade's knot.
Finally able to relax for the first time in hours, Oliver felt himself dozing, knowing that soon his heat would kick his body back into overdrive and they'd be going at it again, but for now it was nice to just be able to lie there, wrapped up in Slade's arms. Part of him acknowledged that this was probably, by far, the stupidest, most reckless thing he'd ever done. But when he felt Slade's cock pulse inside of him, a few more spurts of come filling him, he really couldn't bring himself to care.
When Slade's fingers unexpectedly brushed over the back of his neck, brushing over the still bleeding wound, Oliver twitched, whimpering when it jostled Slade's knot inside him. "Slade..." he glanced over his shoulder at the Alpha, unable to read the man's expression. Unable to tell what he was feeling.
"This makes things complicated," Slade murmured, still teasing his fingers over the bite. "A lot more complicated."
Part of Oliver, the part still capable of rational thinking, small as it was, couldn't help but agree. Their situation was already dire. Add in a fresh mating and a potential pregnancy and things started to look down impossible. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. "We'll figure it out," he said, not really knowing what else to say. He saw the brief flicker of...something...in Slade's eye before the Alpha made a low sound in the back of his throat.
"Yeah...we will."