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For a late October night, it was rather warm when the alpha rode into town. The cool and crisp wind from the days before were nowhere to be seen in this small mining town, the sparse trees eerily still.
Chanyeol tilts his head up, nose pressed into the air and sniffing for the trail that led him here. It led him here and yet, his trail has run cold. Almost as soon as he stops, he can’t seem to find it again.
Chanyeol grumbles under his breath, body starting to ache from riding all day on horseback.
He pats his mare’s neck, mumbling sweetly about a night's rest. He brings them right in front of an old, slightly falling apart inn. The smells from inside are intense, though not unwelcome. Chanyeol has found comfort in the smell of booze and cigars, craving it himself now.
He can give himself one night, he tells himself, as he slides off his horse and ties her next to the others. She sighs, nickers lightly, and bumps her nose against Chanyeol’s outstretched hand.
“Rest easy, darlin’,” he chuckles, rummaging through his pack and fishing out an apple, “Breakfast will be on me tomorrow, alright?” he says, receiving another sigh from his horse.
He stays with her a few more minutes before he makes his way through the inn doors, swinging close behind him. In one corner, an old beta strums their guitar atop a barrel, whistling a tune Chanyeol is vaguely familiar with. The eyes on him are few, but they don’t make him uncomfortable. He slips his hat off his head, running a hand through the dark locks and placing it on the bar counter.
He pulls out a stool and drops onto it, heavy and a soft grunt leaving his lips. He feels the strain across his shoulders and neck, exhaustion creeping through tired bones. As much as he wants to let his guard down, melt into this stool and the shelves of booze in front of him, he opts for flagging down the bartender.
“What can I get for ya, mister?” she asks, wiping a glass down with the cleaner corner of her apron.
Chanyeol’s stomach growls and he flushes mildly in embarrassment, clearing his throat as he straightens. The older omega chuckles, tilting her hip and placing the glass right in front of Chanyeol.
“I can see what the chef can whip up. Kitchen’s closed for the night, but…” she smiles, “you are one mighty fine alpha. I’d hate to see you starve.”
Chanyeol is rather flattered, playing along with a charming smirk and leaning one arm on the counter.
“Mind if I add a whiskey straight with that?”
“Leftovers and a whiskey straight coming right up, handsome,” the bartender smiles, sweet. Flirtatious but not overly so. It’s more in a comforting way and Chanyeol is painfully reminded of the people back home. God, he misses home.
He’s been on a wild goose chase for months now, trail growing hot and then snuffing completely. Witches and their damn dark magic.
This life isn’t an easy one, there’s hardly any satisfaction in hunting the supernatural, but for Chanyeol it’s a means to keep people like the bartender safe. Since he was sixteen, he’s been riding through realms and searching for bounties high enough, risky enough. Because while the satisfaction is minimal, the thrill is not.
Still, there’s times like tonight where he just wants to unwind. Some good food, whiskey, and a willing warm body to keep him company.
As he waits, his whiskey served first, he swivels around and watches the bar inn with a keen eye. The musician in his corner, the poker game in another with rowdy alphas and betas that refuse to quit and continue to play losing hands. He scans them, head tilted as he smiles slightly in amusement, nearly considering a round just to see how much coin he can swipe from them.
Though, it seems such an idea is already in motion. One of the betas angrily stands and slams his cards onto the wobbling table, chair scraping as he yells.
“You rat bastard! How the hell did you win that?!”
Chanyeol feels his heart stutter in his chest. It picks back up, far too rapidly, as he’s faced with a beautiful creature. Said creature has a cheshire smile stretched across his face, sliding his well earned coin into his velvet pouch. His pitch black hair curls around his nape, lips as pink as rose petals, and voice as sweet as honey.
“Beginner’s luck, I suppose,” he giggles, tossing a coin towards the beta, “Here. I’m generous.”
The beta rages and throws his chair back completely, drunkenly stumbling towards the exit. His friends grumble, one reaches out for the gorgeous creature’s wrist.
“Stay, omega…” the alpha slurs, “You can have another round if I get to have you.”
A smirk curls, pretty and dare Chanyeol say- cruel. Almost as if the omega considers it, but instead, he only strokes the drunk alpha’s cheek and, “Maybe next time, hon. I have someone waiting for me.”
In that instant, the omega lifts his head and locks eyes with Chanyeol. There goes his heart, beating too hard. As if it threatens to jump out of his chest.
The omega smiles sweetly at him, before diverting his attention back to the other man.
He slips his wrist out and pats the alpha’s chest as he makes his way around him, “See ya around, boys~”
They whistle and holler after the omega, begging him to come back but his attention is wholly focused on Chanyeol. A game is afoot and Chanyeol waits for this tempting creature to reach him, drinking him in as leisurely as he is his whiskey.
The omega seems to almost float towards him, black dress flowing and frayed at the hems, pieces dragging on the floorboards. It’s an old thing, Chanyeol gathers, but he’s more intrigued by how perfectly it hugs the omega’s waist. The buttons that start under the dip of the omega’s chest make Chanyeol swallow, imagining his fingers undoing them– slow and with intent.
The closer the omega gets, the more Chanyeol notices. Like the deep neckline that plunges low, curving over the swell of the omega’s chest. Between it, a long necklace rests, and Chanyeol again pictures pressing his lips to the skin there, his hands cupping soft and tender breasts-
“You gonna buy me a drink or just gawk, cowboy?” a sweet voice asks, a knowing smirk on petal pink lips. He drops right next to Chanyeol, his coin purse placed on the bar counter.
Chanyeol eyes him, eyebrow raised, even if internally he is thrumming at the fact that this mysterious omega has chosen him for the night. He gives him a half smile, body facing the omega.
“You cheated,” the alpha hums, tapping the rim of his glass, watching how the omega freezes for a moment. Then, he grins.
“I did not.”
“You very much did. I saw you slide the ace from under your dress.”
The omega bursts out into laughter, gleeful and not at all alarmed by how Chanyeol could have possibly known or seen that. Maybe because he knows that Chanyeol wouldn’t say anything.
“There is absolutely no way you saw that from all the way over here.”
It’s Chanyeol’s turn to grin.
“I have a keen eye, omega.”
A beat of silence passes over them, a simmering tension brewing. Neither look away, neither intimidated by strong gazes or stronger, bolder scents. Chanyeol lets his gaze wander along soft lips, down a slender neck, and over the omega’s chest. Lower and lower, until he can picture himself pushing a fraying black skirt around wide hips…
“You can still buy me a drink, though,” the omega smiles, flipping a gold coin between his fingers, “and I didn’t cheat. I played the game the way the others wanted- dirty and mean.”
“I’m sure you did, pretty. They would have eaten you alive if you played nice.”
Chanyeol motions the bartender over, ordering a refill and whatever the beautiful creature next to him desires. His food comes out next, a bowl of soup and some bread. Chanyeol inhales deeply, eyes fluttering shut. Dinner smells good, homemade. He takes the bread after a quick glance next to him, and breaks it in half. He hands the slightly larger piece to the omega next to him, nodding.
“Bread and whiskey? I don’t think I’ve met a cowboy as generous as you, alpha,” the omega grins, taking a rather large bite of his piece.
Chanyeol swallows his mouthful, whiskey glass up to his lips, “Then you haven’t met a real one, pretty.”
The omega seems to like being called pretty, face dusted pink. Chanyeol wonders what else he could say or do that would make the omega blush even more for him.
They eat in silence, but surprisingly, it’s not uncomfortable. Chanyeol has rarely had someone to share a meal with, this job a lonesome one. There is Sehun, but the young alpha is in and out of realms, getting bored quickly. He could contact him, send him a message for help on his latest bounty, but then that would mean having to split his prize and frankly, Sehun always takes more than half.
That kid knows how to swindle Chanyeol.
“You got a name, cowboy?” the omega asks, holding his whiskey glass between his hands. His gaze is expectant, head titled as cutely as a curious pup.
It makes Chanyeol want to be truthful, instead of giving him a fake identity. He’d like to hear his real name being moaned and sighed later.
“Chanyeol.”
“Mmm, Chanyeol…”
His name rolls off the omega’s tongue so delicately, so beautifully. Chanyeol’s always felt indifferent to his name, but in this instant, the omega sings his name. A shiver crawls up his spine.
Chanyeol downs the last of his whiskey, hiding his grimace, used to the delicious burn.
“What about you? What’s your name?”
The omega practically purrs, “Baekhyun, handsome. Don’t wear it out.”
Baekhyun…
“Any good at dancing, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun emphasizes, pushing himself off his stool with a smirk, pushing part of his skirt back and revealing the quickest flash of unmarked skin. Chanyeol feels his wolf howl, fierce and wanting.
“I won’t step on any toes. Why?”
Baekhyun, his new companion, flicks his gold coin towards the musician in the corner. He holds the beta’s stare, tilting his head again, before the musician changes the pace of the song. Something new is strummed, the bang of a boot on floorboards added. The drunkards that are still around hoot and holler, while Baekhyun giggles and lures Chanyeol in…
And Chanyeol lets himself be lured, tempted. He circles an already swaying omega, thin arms shielded by black long sleeves held up in the air, hooded eyes dark and zeroed in on the alpha. Chanyeol slips his arm around his waist, hand brushing over his hip, and he moves with the omega.
He pulls him flush, right as a boot hits the ground for a beat. His chest to a smaller back, and he leans down, cheek pressed to the side of Baekhyun’s head. He nuzzles, midnight curls soft as silk. Chanyeol boldly inhales the scent of tart berries– black berries– and the lingering smokiness. Like candles only barely blown out, smoke still curling in the air.
Baekhyun shudders, making a small noise as his hip is squeezed. His head rolls slightly to the side, away from Chanyeol, and the alpha only takes one of his hands and guides it through his hair, lips brushing a slender neck. The omega’s scent only becomes stronger and Chanyeol risks it.
He nips at smooth skin, sharper canines threatening to bite. To mark and own for a night.
“I’m barely doing anything and you’re already shaking, omega…” he chuckles, deep and almost breathless, “I can only imagine how you’d react when I’m really touching you,” he says.
He uses his free hand to slide up the omega’s chest, across it. Baekhyun sighs softly, lips parted.
“When I’m inside you…” Chanyeol finishes, grinning when the omega moans under his breath.
“Wanna find out, cowboy?”
Before Chanyeol can eagerly answer and pay for an empty room, someone barrels through the front doors of the inn.
The music doesn’t stop, but all eyes fall to the blundering, drunk beta that lost that round of poker miserably.
“You!” he yells out, pointing at Baekhyun, “You cheating bitch!”
Natural instinct takes over and Chanyeol steps in front of the omega, a protective arm coming around to keep him hidden. Baekhyun peers over his wide shoulders, head tilted in mild confusion and annoyance.
The beta stumbles in, waving a drunk hand around as he takes a swing of his nearly empty liquor bottle.
“Took my fuckin’ money! I was ‘pposed to win,” he smashes the bottle into the floor, glass shattering in every direction. Chanyeol stands his ground, eyes narrowing dangerously.
“That ain’t no way to speak to anyone, much less an omega. Why don’t you get on out of here?”
“That’s no fucking omega or a man,” the beta growls, “that’s a fucking devil in disguise.”
Chanyeol’s companion scoffs from behind him, “Sore loser.”
“YOU BIT-”
Chanyeol has been in many bar fights, especially when he was younger and far more hot headed. It sort of comes with the job. And it means he has had years of experience in beating down drunkards.
The beta before them lunges forward, canines bared and eyes flashing dangerously, aiming to sink his teeth into the side of the omega’s neck. Chanyeol’s reflexes are nothing if not spectacular, immediately pushing his arm out to wrap around the beta’s middle and body slam him into the ground. There’s gasps, music cut, and then… Chaos.
It takes one agitated yell from the beta’s pack for the entire inn to erupt into a full scale fight. Chanyeol swings his fist into another alpha’s face as shots begin to be fired from across the bar, the rapid strumming and boots hitting the floor to add to the noise.
Chanyeol loses sight of his omega for a moment, whipping around just in time for a sweet, “Duck!”
He does as told, dropping to the floor as a glass bottle flies over his head and hits a blundering alpha right in his face. It shatters, causing the man to crash onto the floor. When Chanyeol looks over his shoulder, Baekhyun is grinning widely.
A wild look brightens doll eyes, something so odd and fiery within the beauty of this omega. It makes Chanyeol’s wolf howl and preen with need, aching to sink deeper into the creature before him.
Chanyeol stands quickly, grabbing the omega and pulling him to his chest as a bullet whizzes by them, hitting one of the many bottles of alcohol behind the bar. Chanyeol reaches for one of his revolvers, a silver handle glittering under the light of the bar.
Along the length of the gun, an engraving catches the omega’s eyes.
‘The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit’
Chanyeol spins it, cocks it, and aims right at the person that shot at them. The omega against him grabs onto his front, lips by his ear, “Take the shot, cowboy.”
Chanyeol pulls the trigger, bullet shooting straight through a knee, screaming being lost in the chaos.
The omega moans, shoving his face into Chanyeol’s neck, inhaling him deeply. The smell of gunpowder and tart berries fills Chanyeol’s nose, and he slides a hand through Baekhyun’s hair.
“Fuck, I need your knot, alpha,” he growls, hips bucking into Chanyeol’s. The alpha groans and whirls them both behind a wooden beam, a leg hooking around his hip.
His larger hand finds the back of a soft and thick thigh, gripping it tight enough to leave a mark. He pushes down, making his creature release an ungodly, but ardent sound. Chanyeol readies another bullet, and then leans down, lips brushing against the omega’s.
“If we make it out of this alive, I’ll do that and more, angel,” he breathes, Baekhyun arching into him for more friction.
A pretty hand slides down Chanyeol’s waist, finding the leather of his gun holster and wrapping around the handle of his second revolver. Another grabs his shoulder, holding onto Chanyeol as if he were the omega’s lifeline.
“Is that a promise, saint?” Baekhyun asks, eyes shifting over the alpha’s shoulder towards another disgruntled alpha that sways across from them, holding a broken bottle in their hand.
The second revolver bears a ‘Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy’.
Chanyeol raises his arm, moving his head around, lips by Baekhyun’s ear as he aims for someone jumping over the bar and holding a knife up towards the bartender from earlier.
“May God smite me down if I don’t fulfill my promise, sweet angel.”
Baekhyun moans and pulls his trigger. Killshot.
Chanyeol picks his omega up, legs around his waist, and pulls his own trigger. Shoulder shot.
Chanyeol takes the opportunity to rush them over through a dimly lit hallway, bullets and glass flying overhead just as the town sheriff and officers burst through the inn doors.
His feet touch down on creaky, wooden stairs that lead up to a hallway of rooms. Chanyeol braces them against the door of the nearest one, tart berries and smoldering candles filling his nose as he finally, finally, slams his and the omega’s lips together.
His hands grab at the omega’s naked hips from underneath his fraying black skirt, his teeth sinking into petal pink lips that groan out his name. Nails claw at his shoulders, threatening to tear through leather and fabric. Chanyeol drags his creature against his aching front, moaning as the tantalizing smell of slick wraps around them and drips along his clothed cock. It seeps through the fabric, staining it and luring him into temptation.
Chanyeol reaches between them, his index and middle finger following the trail of slick until he brushes against a puckered rim, fluttering and twitching.
“You’re a good shot, cowboy.”
Chanyeol grins breathlessly and slides two fingers into the omega, instantly hitting a soft and spongy spot that makes his smaller companion sing. Slick trickles down his hand and he pumps his fingers in just a few times, rubbing against warm walls. They tighten, sucking Chanyeol in further, hips stuttering and slowly, he pulls his fingers out.
He brings those fingers up to his lips, a beautiful creature staring right through him. Fuck, he tastes amazing. Tart and sweet, addiction wrapped in fraying fabric and dark desires.
“A good shot in more ways than you might be used to,” he responds, lips attaching to the side of the omega’s neck.
Baekhyun groans, flinging a hand back to twist the knob of the door and they nearly tumble inside of the room. Chanyeol has enough of his brain power left to shut the door with his foot, dropping a wet omega onto the shitty bed in the corner.
Their kisses don’t cease and his urgency is matched as the omega throws his revolver to the side, just as Chanyeol does the same with the other. They part long enough to have Baekhyun shove his coat off his shoulders, aiming to get the alpha naked as soon as possible. He knocks his hat off his head, letting it flutter to the floor in their hurry.
“Fucking hell, alpha,” he gasps, Chanyeol discarding his shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room. Baekhyun’s hand finds his stomach, brushing along groves and hard muscle, scars and welts underneath his fingertips. Chanyeol grabs his hand and guides it down, right over his covered but aching cock.
Baekhyun licks his lips, squeezing and watching as the alpha drops his head back. “Want me this badly, cowboy?”
“Just as bad as you want me, angel,” he says. He moves Baekhyun’s hand away, moving downwards and shoving the dress around the omega’s waist. Chanyeol’s path is precise, teeth sinking into soft flesh.
Fingers sink into unruly dark hair, hips lifting upwards into the air, desperate for touch. Aching for an alpha that chuckles deeply, a rumble of satisfaction coming from his chest as he takes note of the sweet mess between the omega’s legs.
Chanyeol spreads him some more and inhales sharply, almost shaking as he basks in the glory before him. A wet, glistening and beautiful omega pussy that begs for a knot. Chanyeol falls willingly into temptation, wrapped in Baekhyun’s natural scent.
The omega giggles, propping himself onto one arm, “You gonna pray over your meal, alpha?”
“Well, it would make God very upset if I didn’t,” Chanyeol grins, leaning down slowly, eyes locking on his wild creature as he tentatively, leisurely, swipes his tongue along a dripping taint. Baekhyun drops his head back, closing the fist in Chanyeol’s hair and tugging, sharp and painful.
Painful in the best way.
Chanyeol tastes ambrosia, grunting as he shoves his face deeper and grabs thick thighs, holding them apart with his arms. The omega gasps and writhes, dropping back completely, both hands finding purchase in his hair and twisting even harder. The motion only encourages Chanyeol and he moans against Baekhyun’s hole, tongue driving in as deep as possible.
Their scents permeate the air, tart berries and smoked oranges. Chanyeol’s own musk overpowers the omega’s, excitement filling him as he brings the omega’s hips closer, lifting him high enough to suck and lick at a deeper angle.
His beautiful angel preens, back arching and a wanton moan shaking Chanyeol’s very being. Breathing is becoming difficult, but oh glory, he would not mind if his last moments were due to devouring slick, omega pussy.
Godspeed, he will make this creature cum on his tongue and then, his cock.
“God damn, Chanyeol! Oh fuck, yes, right there! Fuckfuck-”
Chanyeol readjusts himself, a wandering hand finding the omega’s neglected dick. It throbs, twitches as soon as it’s touched, pearls of precum sliding down the shaft and the cockhead is a deep red. His hand wraps around it, engulfs it, and Chanyeol loves how small the omega is.
Perfect and responsive. Baekhyun releases a squeak as Chanyeol deliberately pumps him in time with the prodding of his tongue inside the omega’s dripping cunt. It gushes, beads of slick rolling down his chin and his neck.
Chanyeol always likes how messy he can get, savoring the flavor and consistency. He pulls back for air, panting as he continues to pump Baekhyun.
“Look at you, angel,” he chuckles, kissing the inside of one thigh, and then his hip, “so fucking wet. Might not need to stretch you out, I think your pretty pussy will suck me right in.”
He starts to crawl back up, lowering his hips against the omega’s and they moan in unison. He gives a testing grind, bulge pressing against Baekhyun’s leaking cock. The hands in his hair fly to his bare shoulders, sharp nails dragging along the skin, leaving stinging welts behind.
The gold chain around his neck dangles between them, a glittering crucifix hitting the underside of the omega’s chin. Baekhyun giggles, chest heaving and he hooks a finger through the chain, tugging the alpha closer.
Their lips brush, smokey scents wrapping around them like a warm blanket.
“Didn’t expect a man of God to speak so vulgarly,” he grins, spreading his legs wider, shuddering as a bigger hand presses against his aching hole. Chanyeol rubs the pads of his fingers against it, smearing the slick.
“Oh, honey,” the alpha says, “God gave me this voice to tell you how I’m gonna ruin you.”
Chanyeol manages to push three slick coated fingers into the omega’s hole, watching his face twist and lips part in a silent moan.
“Gave me these eyes to let me see how you fall apart,” he continues, curling his fingers and flicking his wrist in an effort to find that bundle of nerves that makes any omega squeal and break.
“And he gave me these hands to make you cum so hard, your head will spin, sweet little angel,” he muses, twang slipping out as he hits the spot in an instant. Baekhyun yells, gasps, and clings tighter to the alpha.
Chanyeol throws mercy out the window, cock twitching with every noise from the omega. He shakes below him, an orgasm crashing through him as Chanyeol continues to fuck him through it. Slick gushes and pools underneath them, Baekhyun’s eyes nearly rolling back.
Chanyeol eases just enough to be able to pull his soaked fingers out, bringing them up to the omega’s lips, eyes bright. Wild.
As wild as Baekhyun’s.
“Taste yourself, omega,” he orders, voice dropping and immediately, Baekhyun sucks his fingers into his awaiting mouth. He gets them nice and clean, suckling until Chanyeol deems it enough.
Only then, does Chanyeol stand back up, making the omega lay back. Baekhyun tries to close his legs and instead, the alpha shakes his head and roughly spreads his knees again. He licks his lips as he tugs his pants down, thick and hard cock smacking against his stomach.
“Shit, you’re big…” the omega trails off, “I’m not sure that will fit, cowboy.”
Chanyeol laughs under his breath, sliding a strong arm under the omega’s back. Quickly and without warning, he flips them over, settling this strange creature atop his hips. Each thigh sinks beside his hips, and Baekhyun moans as their cocks brush against each other without a barrier.
“It’ll fit, angel,” Chanyeol says, definitively.
His eyes roam, starting from a flushed face, down a slender, unclaimed neck, and ending on the omega’s heaving chest. The up and down motion outlines the swell of his breasts and Chanyeol gives into his desires.
He slides his hands upwards, sitting up and he bumps his cock up gently, Baekhyun biting his lip. He looks where Chanyeol is, and together, they start to undo the buttons of his dress. One by one, until more unmarked skin presents itself. The urgency from earlier fades for a moment and the alpha leans forward to press a wet kiss to the middle of Baekhyun’s chest.
Perked nipples and soft, tender breasts appear before Chanyeol as Baekhyun lets the dress fall from his shoulders. It pools around his waist and Chanyeol bunches the end of it upwards as he lifts the omega, lining him up to his aching, hot and throbbing cock.
“You are divine, Baekhyun,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around his back, while a hand sneaks around to cup the omega’s neck, “You’ll look even more divine when I fill your womb… fuck my knot into you.”
Baekhyun groans as he meets Chanyeol halfway and starts to sink down on the alpha’s cock. He grabs onto the nearest surface, the wooden headboard that has seen better days, and uses it as leverage to take Chanyeol all the way to the hilt.
“Fucking Christ,” Baekhyun curses, while the alpha wraps his mouth around one nipple, suckling with intent. With pleasure.
“C’mon, omega,” Chanyeol mutters, giving Baekhyun no time to adjust and rolling his hips into his pussy, “Ride my cock. Show me how much you deserve my knot,” he growls.
Something cracks and crumbles between them. The energy shifts and Chanyeol swears the omega’s eyes flash purple, before he’s lost in slick, sheets, and pleasure he’s never experienced before.
Baekhyun smacks the headboard with every bounce and jerk of his hips, head dropping back as he starts to ride Chanyeol’s cock like it is his only purpose in life. The bed creaks and groans underneath their weight, their moans echoing around the room and their scents filling the hallway outside. Chanyeol focuses on one nipple and then the next, his hand coming down to strike Baekhyun’s ass, biting down and making the omega scream in delight.
“Fuckfuckfuck! God, god yes, fuck, you’re so deep, alpha! So big, stretch my pussy out so good,” he sobs, lips taken by Chanyeol’s, thick fingers grabbing his hair and yanking him even closer.
They fall into each other as if it's the most natural thing to do. New bodies getting acquainted in this way would be cause for awkwardness, but Chanyeol fucks this omega as if he’s been mated to him for years. As if he’s known his body, mind, and soul.
He feels the omega falter, grow tired, and he growls as he repositions them. He tears off the dress and lets it get lost somewhere on the floor, more preoccupied with fucking Baekhyun into the mattress. His legs rest on the crook of Chanyeol’s arms, his body stretching out beautifully and Chanyeol is entranced by the way the omegas cries and moans and accepts his cock.
His head nearly hangs off the bed and Chanyeol doesn’t ease until he starts to feel the familiar yet foreign feeling of his knot swelling.
God dammit, how long has it been? He wonders.
“That’s it, angel, almost there. Cum for me,” he groans, dropping his entire body weight over the omega. He hooks those gorgeous legs around his waist, grabs pretty hands and pins his angel to the bed, thrusts harder and faster.
His necklace brushes the omega’s face with every thrust and as such, Baekhyun finds something to refocus on. He manages to wrap his mouth around the crucifix, letting his spit soak a symbol of protection and worship.
Chanyeol will pray a hundred Hail Mary’s later, but right now… right now he angles his hips and his final thrust is sharp and feral, breaking this beautiful omega, and his necklace slips out from between petal pink lips.
Baekhyun screams his name, ropes of cum spilling across their chests and stomachs. Chanyeol chokes as Baekhyun squirts and squeezes his cunt around him, and almost instantly, he locks them together. His knot seals inside the omega’s womb, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads as every neuron is shot from their spine to their brains.
“Oh God! You’re so deep,” the omega whimpers, dropping his head back against the old mattress, nails still clawed into the skin of Chanyeol’s back. His own muscles and limbs strain, orgasm shaking him to his very core.
They groan together, any movement making them both hiss in both pain and pleasure. Chanyeol lifts his head, breathless and sweaty, and locks eyes with that of the beautiful creature beneath him. This sweet angel that quivers and drags his hands through Chanyeol’s dark hair.
The alpha slides his hand over one in his hair, fingers grasping at Baekhyun’s. Carefully, he bridges the gap between them. The omega tastes wet, tart, and delicious. His pleasured tears mix well and Chanyeol kisses the few strays away.
But, much to his surprise, the omega giggles and tightens his legs around him, “I sure hope that’s not all you’re capable of, cowboy.”
He feels himself grin before he can stop himself, sliding and arm around the omega’s waist.
“We’re just getting started, angel.”
⭒✮⭒
Dawn has yet to break when a lithe figure wanders down a now quiet inn hallway. His whistle is light, his smile something wild. Feral and hungry.
He lifts his fraying black skirt, stepping over broken glass and humming a tune to himself as he kicks away an unconscious body. The mess from just a few hours ago hasn’t been completely taken care of, but he pays no mind as he exits through the front.
Several horses are left tied out front and the man passes by a beautiful mare just as she shakes out her mane. Wide, curious eyes stare back at him, frozen in the moment. As if she knows who he is, what he is.
He stops singing to coo, and places a hand on her neck.
“Hey there pretty girl,” he croons, petting her all too gently. He stays a moment, taking her in. How well fed and kept she is, her full and shiny mane. Her tail is braided, quite adorable, and whoever her owner is must adore her.
The mystery man puts a finger over his lips as he moves away, as if asking his new friend to keep quiet. He backs away, turning over his shoulder to scan this ghostly town.
The wind rushes through, picking up dust and making his skin prickle. He sighs softly, closing his eyes and focusing on the way his heart beats. The rush of wind matches the rush of blood through his veins, pumping his heart and clearing his mind. He catches a scent.
The booze attempts to mask the scent of starch and clay, but he can detect the notes anyway. He reopens his eyes, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips as he wanders the lone town.
It’s small, barely traces of human life at this hour, and yet he is careful to remain hidden. He whistles, louder and louder, as he passes through. His feet kick at the ground, his dress flowing and blending with the dark.
Finally, the moonlight shines on his destination.
The town jail stands before him, sign screeching on its rusty hinges. He pushes open one door, whistling his tune from before at a different frequency, low and hypnotic. The sheriff snores on, leaning back in his chair with his hat covering his face.
He wanders right by the sleeping man, leaving the faintest scent of black berries and melting wax.
It only gets stronger as he walks further down the jail, lifting his chin to taste the air. Booze, starch, and clay. It’s strongest from the cell at the very end.
His whistling turns to beautiful singing. And a sinister feeling settles.
From the jail cell, the beta from the bar sits up in a cold sweat, breaths visible. The moonlight is his only source of light, casting shadows and playing tricks on his still drunken brain.
Except, this is no trick.
A figure stops just outside his cell, fluttering and fraying skirts brushing the floor.
“Well, hello, handsome,” the man giggles, smirk deepening.
The beta notices the flash of hunger in his eyes and shivers. He kicks back, pressed against the wall of the cell.
“How the hell did ya get in here?”
“Oh,” the omega grins, “I never reveal my secrets.”
A key fits perfectly into the latch, twisting and unlocking the cell. The beta would have taken the opportunity to escape if his body was not suddenly paralyzed. As much as he tries to signal his limbs to move, they refuse. He tries to speak, but finds himself tongue-tied.
Baekhyun waves his hand over the lock, the door of the cell swinging open slowly. His body takes up the entire frame of the door in that moment, strong shoulders brushing past the metal as he steps inside.
Just him and the beta from the bar. The howling wind grows silent. There is nothing but the sound of the beta’s heavy breathing.
He catches a glint from the omega’s side, the moonlight hitting the object just right.
A sharp dagger, with a handle made of wolf bone.
Baekhyun hikes his dress up as he kneels before the frozen man, flipping the dagger and dragging it smoothly along the beta’s neck. He cuts through the skin and muscle like butter.
The beta gags, crimson blood spilling down his front as Baekhyun pulls a silver chalice from the velvet bag around his waist. He presses it to his sacrifice’s neck, thick blood pooling into the chalice, making it glow a faint red.
“Should have just let me take my win. Nobody likes a sore loser,” Baekhyun grins darkly, a tremor going through his body as the blood in the chalice swirls.
“Lucifer sends his regards for your most gracious sacrifice, sweet beta~”
⭒✮⭒
The quietness is what stirs Chanyeol awake. Not a sound is made, the early morning sun peeking through wooden shutters and damaged curtains. It is warm, as warm as the smaller body pressed against him, mumbling, “five more minutes, cowboy.”
Five more minutes don’t sound so bad, so Chanyeol wraps tighter around him and inhales the scent of berries and melted wax.
⭒✮⭒
When Chanyeol awakes again, it is to the view of a very naked omega singing softly to himself and gathering his tattered black dress off the floor. Chanyeol stretches his arms out, then places one behind his head, whistling low as Baekhyun bends over.
“Good morning, angel. Nice view,” he drawls, grinning as the omega puffs out a laugh and looks over his shoulder, slowly pulling the dress over his head.
“You’re up. I thought I was going to be able to slip out unnoticed,” he says, turning around. Chanyeol bites his bottom lip as Baekhyun buttons the upper section of this dress, buttons slipping easily through the slits. His plump chest is slowly being hidden away and the alpha nearly pouts.
“That’s usually my line,” Chanyeol muses, raising an eyebrow. Baekhyun smiles at the ground, smoothing out the plunging neckline before hunting for his boots.
Baekhyun slips them on and then props a leg up on the edge of the bed, skirt riding up and exposing a bitten and nipped thigh. The omega smirks at Chanyeol, his gaze hot as he laces his boot.
Chanyeol moves. He sits up, and leans forward, staring deep into this beautiful creature’s dark eyes. The next leg comes up, and Chanyeol presses his lips against a smooth, flushed knee. The crucifix around his neck brushes against Baekhyun’s shin, the omega not being able to hide his smile as hands start to push the fabric of his skirt up higher.
Chanyeol feels him, squeezes his thigh in one hand, while the other grabs onto that sweet waist. His lips move towards the inner part and his teeth sink into already marked skin. The omega shudders, hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders.
“I need to go, cowboy…” he breathes, while Chanyeol hums in response.
“One more, for the road,” he purrs.
Their eyes lock. Chanyeol sees something shimmer in the omega’s eyes- deep and purple. Alluring. Tempting.
He laughs loudly as the omega climbs back into his lap, his arms coming around to crush this pretty boy to his chest. Baekhyun shoves his hands into unruly dark hair, lips crashing together in what Chanyeol believes is the hottest kiss he has had in a long while.
“You’re trouble, alpha,” Baekhyun moans, then shoves Chanyeol to lay flat on the bed. The sudden display of strength shocks Chanyeol, and sends heat straight to his already filling cock. His grin only widens, especially when this pretty omega rubs himself against him, slick beginning to drip down his thighs,
“Me? I think it was you who tempted me into sin, sweet omega,” he says, groaning deep as Baekhyun grabs their hardening cocks in one hand. He whines softly when he notices that he can barely wrap around them. Their size difference is stark and Baekhyun lifts the ends of his skirt some more, rubbing Chanyeol’s thick cock against his greedy hole.
“I didn’t~ I was lured in by you, cowboy. A sweet trap I just couldn’t,” he starts, breathing in deeply through his nose as he sinks down Chanyeol’s aching, weeping cock, “resist…”
They break off into loud moans together, drowning out the sound of shouting and horrified screams from across town.
“Fucking- fuck, omega, you’re dangerous,” Chanyeol growls, grabbing stuttering hips, “I’ll break you.”
It’s said as a hot joke, yet the omega only laughs and looks down at Chanyeol through his lashes, sliding down to the base of the alpha’s cock. They’re connected once more, filthy sounds of slick, and skin against skin resonating. Chanyeol tilts his head back, barely registering Baekhyun’s dark, “I’d love to see you try, hunter.”
The click of familiar and heavy silver cuffs cuts through the thick air. Chanyeol has very little time to react, and by the time he realizes what’s happening, Baekhyun’s grabbed his half swung fist and cuffed his wrist.
Chanyeol snarls, wrist slammed against the barely standing headboard. His free hand comes up to grab the omega’s hair but Baekhyun proves to be infuriatingly quicker, and cuffs that wrist too.
The chain is threaded through a grove in the headboard and Chanyeol is, to his fucking horror, magically bound. His cock gives an angry, interested, and far too needy twitch.
“Augh, you bitch!” Chanyeol growls, tugging at the cuffs but they don’t budge. And they won’t, because he stupidly forgot he has magically imbued them with a containment spell. The key, funnily enough, is in much better hands. Or hooves, he supposes.
Baekhyun giggles gleefully from above, sighing as he leans back on Chanyeol’s legs and gives the alpha an impeccable view of himself. His lower abdomen bulges slightly, the alpha’s cock nestled deep in his womb.
He rocks his hips, teasing, and Chanyeol can’t help but moan. The situation he’s in should make him push the omega off, but dear God, his sex riddled brain supplies that having this beautiful, treacherous son of a bitch use his cock wouldn’t be too bad either.
“You guys really like to throw the wrong word around. I’m not a bitch, I’m a witch. There’s a clear letter distinction there,” the omega smirks, amused by his own damn joke. He flares his scent and that trail Chanyeol believed to have died out comes back full force.
His bounty is before him, on top of him, his delicious cunt sucking Chanyeol in and working for a knot.
“You better kill me, omega. Or so help me God, I will hunt you down and drag you across every fucking realm as a warning to every other creature.”
“Oh, I’m so scared!” Baekhyun whimpers obnoxiously, a feral grin on his angelic face. Chanyeol tugs at his cuffs again, panting.
They moan in unison as Baekhyun pulls himself off Chanyeol, leaving a stiff, slick soaked cock to slap against the alpha’s stomach. Chanyeol hates how much he misses the warmth and tightness, and he hates that a plea is on the tip of his tongue.
Come back to me. Make you feel so good, pretty devil.
Because this is no fucking angel.
Baekhyun wobbles as he stands up, beads of slick dripping down his legs and his scent is thick. It wraps around Chanyeol and his mind, intoxicating him. His cock gives another angry twitch and Baekhyun only hums, hips swaying in the way that makes Chanyeol lick his lips in hunger.
His bounty picks up one of his revolvers, running his thumb over the engraving.
“Why don’t you pray to your dear God. Maybe he will get you out of those cuffs. Nice containment spell, I think it’s even better than mine,” Baekhyun winks, placing the gun right on the nightstand. So near, and yet, so far.
“You sure had me fooled, by the way! I almost didn’t realize you were a hunter until I read your guns. Only a Park reeks of a righteous God loving worshipper.”
“Go to hell!”
“Been there. Lucy’s quite generous, ya know? He let me come back after centuries.”
“I’m gonna find you, witch,” Chanyeol spits back, gritting his teeth.
Baekhyun laughs, tying his pouch around his waist.
“I hope so, alpha. You’re too fun to only be a one night stand.”
The omega saunters over, arms on either side of Chanyeol’s torso. Their lips brush, noses nudge and Chanyeol’s bastard of a heart flips. His alpha rubs against his rib cage, preening at the pretty omega that tricked him.
“I’ll see you around, Chanyeol.”
The hunter is then left alone. Aching, hard, and cursing this pretty witch out.
Sehun will not let him live this down.