× trick of fate.

@kun ₂ Yangyang felt pleasantly warm, pressed comfortably against an even warmer body. But he couldn't stay peaceful for long when his own pack member lying across the room kept threatening him, making him curl up and cower in the other's arms. Thankfully, this alpha actually cared to defend him, gratefully leaning into his protective hold for comfort and safety. Despite this, it seemed like the slightly sober wolf didn't seem to let up on his insults, making sure that no matter how short they were that they would still sting. Considering the omega was still stuck in subspace, he would have started crying right then and there if the alpha hadn't caught his attention.

He effortlessly throws back the insults, the growl coming from him earning him a light shudder from the omega. At that point, Yangyang had already preferred to ignore the pack member's words in favor of snuggling closer to the warm body right in front of him. Occasionally he would snap out of his trance to listen in on them, purring softly when he felt kisses against his skin, teeth dragging gently along the soft flesh. His inner omega had been seemingly waiting for a bite, sort of expectant for a reason although Yangyang felt too lightheaded at the moment to actually process the alpha's words. All he knew was that he was knotted up nice and full and had little to no care for the consequences when he felt secure in the other's arms.

He had opened his mouth to speak when their argument had started to become one-sided, but no words leave Yangyang's mouth when the alpha suddenly sank his teeth into his skin. It tears a loud whimper out of him, almost making him want to pull away though he knew it wouldn't end well if he did. So instead, he let his body go slack completely, weight rested against the alpha's strong chest as he practically melted into his arms, feeling a pleasurable warmth wash over his skin the longer the bite lasted. Yangyang soon discovers that the pain passes by rather quickly, softly in response when he feels a hot tongue lapping up the blood from the bite.

Yangyang could hear curses being thrown at him but they all sounded muted, distant, slowly shutting them out as he leaned into the crook of the other's neck. Breathing in deeply, the omega cherished the alpha's scent that now seemed even stronger after the claiming bite. Eyes closed and mind high in complete bliss, Yangyang darted his tongue out to give the other a small kiss and an affectionate to the neck, purring once more. "Alpha," he purred, voice smooth and velvety, still most likely dazed from being in subspace. "Wh- what about him? We're going to get caught here..."

@yangyang *kun™ kun groaned as he nosed into the omega's neck, relishing in the sounds that were released as he let go inside of the other, seed filling the latter and unable to escape due to the knot. the heat his length was encased by was so tight, the alpha actually thought he had blanked out from how hot everything felt, from their sweaty bodies to his pulsing member to the inviting heat. it was a miracle how he was still able to hold himself and the omega up, perhaps adrenaline still running through his veins and allowing him just enough strength to stay up, the arm hugging the latter against himself still tight, grip never faltering once.

he could feel the omega leaning into his warmth and the simple action prompted a fluttering sensation in his chest, pride filling him due to the other's clingy behaviour towards him, his alpha instincts stimulated to be intimate to his omega. the post- high was making kun feel close to the omega, embracing him tightly to himself and rubbing his scent all over him, drowning the boy in his smell, the musk especially heavy after their intimate moment. he was pretty sure the whole dungeon was heavy with their mating pheromones and for a moment, the alpha had half the mind to pity the sod on the ground who needed to endure the very much suffocating scents filling the small room.

his attention was pulled away from the alluring omega when the one other alpha in the room started talking. when the words processed in his mind, a frown adorned his features, lips pulled back into a snarl, baring his teeth at the other as he growled, arm protectively wrapped around his lithe omega. hearing the whimper sounding from his omega made his tighten his hold just that slight bit, kissing along the boy's neck in hopes of calming him down, able to feel the other's worry radiating off of him.

"it's okay, baby," soothed kun as he kissed the omega's forehead and cheeks, continuing, "he won't be able to hurt you, i'll make sure of that."

he turned back to the alpha, allowing the omega to hide his face in his neck as he resumed talking, "look at him, lying there so pathetically and unable to do anything. he's jealous- he's mad at himself, angry that he couldn't protect the one person he was supposed to take care of. so he tried to intimidate you instead, make you feel guilty so he wouldn't have to."

kun smirked evilly at the alpha, running his teeth teasingly against the omega's neck as he taunted, "isn't that right, unknown alpha? you're just scared about what your pack leader might do to you once they hear of your incapability to protect your own kind. getting yourself drunk and knocked out, how shameful of an alpha as yourself!"

he kissed the omega's temple before leaning close to his ear to whisper, tiers teasing against the shell of his ear as he whispered, "we'll show him why he should be more worried about himself instead of trying to threaten you."

kun gave the alpha a quick glance, grin broad as he nibbled onto the juncture connecting the omega's neck and shoulder, where he was planning on creating his mark. he made eye contact with the alpha once more, musing, "watch closely then, you helpless boy. this is me leaving my claim on this beautiful omega, and you can't do anything about it."

with that, kun sank his teeth into the omega's neck, hard enough to leave a scar and hence his mark. the metallic tang of blood flooded his palette as his canines broke skin and sunk into flesh. he hugged the other tightly against himself while doing so, running his hands all over the omega's body to distract him from the pain of the bite.

it didn't take long - very soon, kun was pulling away and away the excess blood, cleaning up the mess he had created and soothing the wound. as wolves, the mating mark would heal quickly, though the scar would stay to symbolise the tie the two of them had. it was official now.

the omega was now bonded to him.

@kun ₂ Yangyang's lower lip turns into a plump red from all the times he had bitten into the soft tier, trying to control some of the sounds that left him and failing miserably to do so. The force of the alpha's hips were harsh, and it caught him off guard every single time with his brain refusing to register things properly. All he knows is that he's in utter bliss, his mind way up above the clouds, vision hazy and fogging lightly at the edges. He grips on tighter to what his fingers could already reach, namely the other wolf's hair, feeling so unbelievably soft against his digits. It helped keep the omega grounded while he was lifted up and spread open even more, exposed but still so shameless even as the other slammed into him despite the presence of another alpha in the room.

Speaking of him, Yangyang had let his eyes flutter open so he could see the drunken wolf across the cell room, taking note of how he simply watched them without moving a muscle. He couldn't do anything, absolutely nothing, and for some reason his inner omega liked how he was being taken by some other alpha in front of the ones who would supposedly be his potential mate in the future. There were lots of them really, and it was rather a shame that only one could witness their pack losing one of their most sought out omegas to an enemy they were supposed to humiliate and torment. Karma was already quite a punishment in itself, but Yangyang found himself leaning into this other alpha even more instead of with his own pack. This one treated him better. Way better, despite how this whole situation started out.

Just the way he taunted the other made him whimper, and Yangyang didn't even need any more physical help to spread his legs apart even further, giving the helpless alpha an even better view of his slightly bruised hips and slick-coated thighs, seeming to endlessly drip onto the tiled floor with every snap of the other's hips. If he had enough strength, he would have moved himself down to meet those s, but he supposed this would do for now. After all, with the little bump he notices occasionally catching onto his rim, he definitely knows he can't bring himself down on a knot. No matter how much the inner omega in him whined, he wanted the other to do it instead, the thought of being stuffed full and locked to him making him leak even more and his scent to double in intensity.

"Mhm, knot me, claim me, alpha. Want to carry your litter... want to be yours, just take me away from here, yeah?" His voice soon fades off into a soft cry, losing his breath all of a sudden as the alpha forced his knot into him. Yangyang whimpers, his first instinct was to get away because it burned as he was stretched open even more than he thought he was capable of, but he was tied to him, the other holding him so close as he filled him to the brim with his seed. He comes undone with a weak whine as he felt hot white paint his walls, thick and sticky, satisfying the needy omega in him. The extra friction was threatening to trigger his oversensitivity, but he rolled his hips back against the alpha, mewling softly at him as he tightened his walls around the thickness spreading him wide open, coaxing every drop of potent seed into him. The thought of carrying pups and being so plump with them seeming very appealing to him at the moment.

Yangyang becomes extremely docile right after, still stuck in subspace even after their high had started going down. He found himself pressing his back against the other in search of warmth, feeling oddly touchy and affectionate now that he had been knotted and filled up like how he wanted, feeling tamed, almost. He craned his neck to press a gentle kiss to the other's jawline, nipping briefly at the skin as a thinner wave of pheromones greeted him. He almost forgets the drunken alpha on the opposite side of the room, until he hears the familiar voice of the said wolf. He was not at all in a good enough state to get up, let alone sit, but he seemed to be sober enough to form sentences. Yangyang's thighs suddenly moved to close together when the alpha spoke, although not completely.

"I bet the leader would love to hear about this, Liu." Is the first thing he decides to tell the young omega, but he only receives confused blinking as a response. "Imagine finding out that one of his omegas decided to around with his enemy. You're dead, Liu, once I get out of here." This time, Yangyang's eyes narrow, a frown forming on his lips. He's not exactly worried though, understandably, because he still wasn't himself right at that moment. He wasn't taking any offense nor was he even just a slight bit fazed, but the wolf behind him holding him tightly by the waist might have been. Sensing what seemed to be a threat, Yangyang whimpers once more, leaning into the alpha's chest as a sign of trust, looking for protection.

"Alpha, he's threatening me." He whined softly, turning his body in the the other's lap so he could face him a little more, much preferring to nuzzle hia face into his neck.

@yangyang *kun™ Kun groaned as he nosed the omega’s neck, the strong scent overwhelming his senses and drowning him in a near-high intoxication. A deep guttural groan left him hearing the boy’s enthusiastic response to the idea of being claimed, excited to make his mark on his pale slim neck. It took a lot in his power to not just bite the other and leave his claim though, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood — almost.

The sting of having his hair tugged by the omega had him purring in satisfaction, the other’s earlobe and nipping the shell. Every word leaving the boy’s lips spurred Kun onwards, encouraging him in his actions, to be more rough and ruthless with his pace. Hearing the neediness in the other’s whines and whimpers, it gathered heat deep in his gut, a tight coil twisting and just getting ready to combust.

Kun felt eyes observing them and glanced up, gaze landing on the fallen alpha that he had knocked out. Now though, the man was no more out cold and was in fact awake and watching their lewd activity. The person however looked too disoriented to do anything, and Kun figured the man was just sober enough to witness what was going on. Maybe he had hit the alpha quite hard, much so that said alpha couldn’t even move a to put a stop to this deflowering of their pack’s omega. The thought of the alpha just lying there on the ground and helplessly watching an alpha of their enemy pack bringing an omega of theirs to brought a sick kind of satisfaction to Kun, and he grinned manically at the man before hiding his face in the omega’s shoulder, breathing in his pheromones.

Kun canted his hips forward, quick and slick, the wet and sloppy noise of his length going in and out of the lithe body sending shocks of pleasure through every part of his body. His hand was relentlessly in its pace of stroking the boy’s member, twisting and flicking his wrist, swiping his thumb over the head and collecting the beads of precum, finger pads grazing over the veins on the other’s member and feeling them pulsing beneath his digits. The boy’s arousal was dripping filthily around his hard-on buried deep inside the former, making a mess to his pelvis and thighs, though the alpha didn’t mind much, quite enjoying the wetness and the loud ringing slap of skin against skin being amplified by the other’s arousal.

He could feel the base of his length swelling and knee that his knot was forming, causing him to rut into the omega with more harshness, growl animalistic and resonant, bouncing off the stone walls ominously. He slowed down just enough to change positions, unwinding his arm around the boy’s hip to instead place both of them under the boy’s knees, lifting his legs up and pulling them back and apart so that he was more exposed, purposely directing the view in the direction of the motionless alpha. He could see the alpha’s eyes widening, and felt pride as the other furrowed his brows and growled angrily, twitching to move but unable to do so — whether due to the alcohol in his system or because of the blow he sustained.

“Keep your eyes open,” taunted Kun as he slid his hands along the omega’s thigh, feeling the soft smooth muscles under his palms, humming happily at the sensation. “Watch while your precious omega come undone from being screwed open by your enemy.”

Kun teases his teeth against the omega’s neck, continuing to make fun of the fallen alpha. “Watch as I claim your beautiful omega, and all you can do is lie there and let it happen. Know that you could’ve done something, but was unable to. Live with the knowledge that you shall lose one of your precious pack members because you were bold enough to send him down here to guard me, while my rut is oncoming too.”

He could feel his knot swelling to full hardness, so he leaned near to the omega’s ear and nibbled, whispering, “My beautiful, you have been so good for me, letting me you and taking everything I can give so well like a good omega. I can only imagine how you would look like, belly full of my pups and neck marred with my bite. You would give birth to strong and amazing children, and you’ll be /my/ beautiful omega that no one can ever touch or claim anymore.”

With that, Kun slammed hard into the omega, forcing his knot passed the ring of muscle and groaning loudly as euphoria washed over him, releasing his seeds into the other. His knot locked them together and not being able to pull out, all the alpha could do was buck his hips against the boy’s, rubbing his length inside the other and feeling the delicious friction of tight heat encompassing his pulsing length. Strings after strings of left him, shooting into the omega and filling him up, not a single drop able to escape courtesy of the knot inside the boy.

@◦ kun The voice of an alpha echoes in his head all of a sudden, but it's not the prisoner's. For a moment, it made Yangyang panic and caused his sensitivity to spike up so high that he almost screamed when the other buried himself deeper into him, his walls pushing back against the intrusion with a tight force. But no matter what he did, the alpha was completely inside, making him feel so full and prompting him to temporarily forget the pack leader's voice he could hear in his head, asking where the hell he was and why one of their most precious omegas weren't spending time with the rest of his rank upstairs.

Oh, if only they knew.

And even if he did have a choice, Yangyang wasn't exactly in control of his own mind right now. His omega would choose to stay in the cell without hesitation. Because really, the alpha's words were kind of true, ringing in his head and easily drowning the previous voice. The stinging pain that follows pulls a mewl out of him, maybe a soft purr here and there. He wants to respond but his throat had closed off all the words he wanted to blurt out.

But when the alpha's teeth finally find their way to his neck, Yangyang whimpers and the words leave his mouth like a waterfall. "Mhm, yes alpha... can't wait for you to claim me." An angry, surprised tone suddenly flashes into his thoughts, but again he ignores it in favor of paying attention to this other alpha. He was ing him so good, he couldn't think straight when his walls were being abused by the other, getting used like a toy. When he feels the alpha's hand on his length again, he almost curled in on himself, oversensitive to the point that it hurt to even be held like that. But he endured it, his inner omega willed him to, or else they would disappoint their alpha. And god knows a Yangyang in complete subspace would not want to do that.

"Only for you, alpha. You're the only one who's touched me like this... filling me up so well." Yangyang sort of grins, lips curling into a content smirk as he chuckled softly, reaching behind him to find the alpha's hair again, preferring to have something to hold onto since he knew the other didn't mind a little sting on his side. He was thankful for thinking of that, because soon after he does that, the alpha's s got rough and hard, the words leaving his mouth making Yangyang drool slightly. A low growl comes from him in response, feral and needy. "Oh god please, alpha-- breed me, want you to make me your ... give me a litter." The omega mumbled, so horribly desperate at that point as he closed his eyes shut. "Don't want to leave this room until you impregnate me, alpha. Fill me up, yeah? Show me what your capable of giving me, alpha~"

Another soft growl leaves his mouth as the alpha ed into him even harder. His body was really weak now, and he could do nothing but take it like the good, little omega he was. He didn't even care if someone were to walk in on them, but he wonders why exactly that thought suddenly came into mind, until Yangyang opened his eyes and moved his gaze to the other alpha who had been knocked out earlier. He still seemed terribly disoriented and could not get up, unable to do anything as he simply watched another alpha ing one of the pack's prettiest omegas.

Yangyang, instead of feeling shame run through him, only gripped onto the alpha harder. "Go harder, alpha. Break me... want you to claim me in front of him... show them what they can't have." He purred, the plea coming off velvety, almost sinister if you listened to it closely. Yangyang didn't exactly like his packmates, so he had absolutely no problem doing this in front of them, no matter how shameful it would be-- unless jf he were sober enough to realize what he was doing.

@yangyang Kun groaned, the sound deep and low and rumbling in his chest, as he watched the omega’s reaction to the sudden intrusion, amused but also aroused. The feeble attempt to ground himself, the whimpers and cries that left his lips — he basked himself in them, feeling proud at the result. The tight heat engulfing him and clenching down eagerly felt so good, he couldn’t help himself but to shallowly, even though he was fully sheathed inside of the other.

The words slipping from the omega made his length stir inside of the other, a grunt leaving him as the other greedily pushed back onto him, a hand on the other’s hip and squeezing the flesh harshly to make him stop moving. He allowed the boy to find purchase with his arm around the other’s waist, not bothering about the stinging pain that came with the other’s nails digging into his skin. Watching as the other exposed his neck to him, a vulnerable and intimate spot laid bare to the enemy, made him growl, pulling the omega up by the waist so he was sitting in his lap now, the new angle allowing his shaft to bury deeper into the other.

“You like that, don’t you?” Kun asked in a whisper, a hand on the omega’s and kneading the round globe harshly, pulling the cheek apart to run a finger over the ring of muscle where it wrapped around his firmly. “You’re so desperate for me to take you as if you’re nothing more than my ,” murmured Kun huskily, up a stripe from the juncture between the omega’s neck and shoulder, moving up until his ear where he nibbled the lobe. “You’d take it like a good boy, even if it hurts but you don’t care because you love the pain, and you’re getting off from it so much that it’s basically an addiction,” mused Kun with a smirk as he landed a hard slap on the omega’s rear, repeating his action a few times before groping the reddened flesh and squeezing.

“Don’t worry, my beautiful,” cooed Kun as he grazed his teeth against the omega’s neck, where he was planning on making his mark, making the other anticipate. “I’ll make you mine very soon, so be patient for me, okay?” Kun asked as he lightly bit on the omega’s shoulder — just applying enough pressure for the other to feel its presence, but not too much that he makes a mark. “You can do that for me can’t you, beautiful?” Kun enquired as one of his hand grasped the omega’s leaking member lazily, flicking his wrist and jerking the other off leisurely, thumbing the oozing precum from time to time.

Hoisting the omega up by the waist so that his length slid out of the other slightly, he manoeuvred his position a bit to have a better angle, planting his feet to the ground before ing up into the other’s heat. He pulled out of the other not long later only to push in again quickly, repeating the motion and setting a pace — not too fast but also not too slow. He ground up into the inviting tightness for a few seconds before sliding out, lingering the head inside of the other for a good second before slamming back in, not taking too much time in ing into the boy.

“You’re so tight,” grunted Kun with another sharp into the omega, the hand pumping the other’s hard-on squeezing it momentarily. “So hot and so good just for me,” groaned Kun into the omega’s ear, nipping the shell of his ear. “Want to release deep inside you and make you pregnant with my pups. You like that, beautiful? My in you and you carrying my pups?” He punctuated each word with a hard , low into the boy’s ear as he continued to jerk the other’s length.

@◦ kun An embarrassingly loud whimper slips from the omega's lips at the loss of pressure, without the alpha's fist inside of him he was completely empty, clenching around nothing but air and making the inner omega in him feel frustrated. The sinful sound of his slick getting spread around has him anticipating though, humming low from the back of his throat as he waited, propping himself up on shaky arms.

He was getting impatient, really impatient, and the alpha teasing around his rim wasn't making him feel any better. The burn he feels deep in his gut seems to drive him to a complaint, a string of curses ready to leave his mouth. But those curses never came, and instead were replaced with pathetic whimpers and choked words as the other male slammed himself into his heat. Yangyang's arms almost give out on him, fingers curling against the tiled floors in search of something to ground himself, only to find nothing but smooth marble which he couldn't exactly hold onto.

A cry is torn out of him when the alpha pulls out all the way to the tip, only to slam back into him with much more force. The omega breathes out, walls clamping down on the thick inside of him. The amount of strength the other was using causes his arousal to drip out more, his body responding to the intrusion by making it easier for the alpha to slip into him. He's glad for it though because it /burned/, it hurt but he found himself enjoying it. Later on, he was going to regret it. He wasn't aware of that now, but he will be once his high disappears.

"Mhm, yes alpha... want you to me open with your big ..." Yangyang purrs, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head again just from the spark of pleasure he gets from being spoken to like that. He pushes back against the alpha's grip, feeling the stretch sending some sort of euphoric pain through him as he too tried to force every single inch of the other's length inside of him. His shame didn't matter right now, he couldn't feel it anyway, not while in subspace being so obedient and pliant for the first time in his life.

Yangyang tries a miserable attempt of grabbing behind him for support, but both hands end up on the strong arm locked around his waist, digging his nails into it without a care because it doesn't seem like the other wouldn't mind a little sting anyway. He sighs softly and tilts his head back, exposing his neck once more as a silent invite for the other to mark him, maybe bite, or whatever it is that would please him.

"Come on, alpha~" The omega purred, grinning lazily, too intoxicated on his scent to keep his mind straight. " me until I can't walk, hm? Want you to show me my place... I'll be a good little toy." If the sane side of Yangyang could hear himself right now, he would probably kick himself, because Liu Yangyang had always been a mysterious, closed-off omega. And to be so exposed like this... in a subspace out of all things, was a bit embarrassing. But hey, who cares? Yangyang the rebel would absolutely hate himself and the alpha for this, but Yangyang the omega would probably bend over for him any day.

@yangyang Watching the omega being a mess and unable to form a coherent sentence was truly a sight to behold. To make all this better, the boy was soon asking for more than his fist, wishing to be filled by something other than his hand. He didn’t have enough, he /needed/ more — and who was Kun to deny the beautiful boy of what he desired?

It didn’t help that the omega repetitively begged to be broken — wrecked and used like he didn’t matter, only there to please his pleasure. Seeing the other so willingly offering himself up to be ed senseless by Kun pulled a groan from his lips, heat pooling southwards and causing to stir in excitement. He was painfully hard and neglected, and after this whole time of just making the omega reach his high twice, he felt that it was time to also indulge himself in his own needs and wants.

Hence, ever so slowly, Kun pulled his hand out of the boy, watching the omega’s rim clenching tight around his fist until it popped out. His whole fist was covered filthily with slick, soak all the way down to his wrist, even able to see a few drops of them sliding down his arm. The boy’s entrance on the other hand was none the better, gaping wide for something to fill it, looking so empty now that his fist was gone.

With his wet hand, he pumped a few times, the omega’s fluid helping to make the slide easier — way too easy, that was just how much the omega produced from all the . His clean and free hand held onto the omega’s waist, keeping him upright and still so he wouldn’t move anywhere, not that he would after making those bold claims of needing his . Grasping , he teased the boy’s entrance for a bit, the head catching onto the gaping rim but not entering yet, spreading his all over the boy’s .

Kun took his time, toying with the omega by not slipping in yet and just spilling his precum all around his entrance, painting his skin with streaks of white. He watched the other squirm in need, taking in the sight of how much the boy wanted to be filled by his length, to be full of him and be screwed until he can’t even form comprehensible sentences. He allowed himself another few more minutes of just enjoying the boy’s writhing, and when he heard the telltale sign of a complaint, of the omega about to snap at him to hurry up, that was when he shoved in.

He was not being gentle at all, and he didn’t even try to be slow and steady, didn’t bother about pushing in inch by inch to allow the boy to get used to his girth. He went and straight ahead force his whole member into the boy’s tight heat, a low groan leaving his lips at the feeling engulfing his length, satisfied now that his neglected arousal could finally be paid attention to and taken care of. He felt it twitching inside of the boy and would’ve , but he had good self control, and he held himself back easily, allowing the cooling in his stomach to ease slightly so he wouldn’t reach his first high straight away.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Kun started to pull out, watching the way the omega wrapped around him so prettily, clinging onto him like he didn’t want out of him. He pulled out until all that was left inside the boy was the head of , and then just as quickly as he had entered, he snapped his hips forward to bury inside of the tightness once again, groaning at the heat surrounding him. “Damn you’re so tight for me, beautiful. You want my so badly, huh? Want me to fill your little hole with my big , don’t you?”

@◦ kun There was something about the feeling of being so full that drove Yangyang absolutely insane, and this was a first for him. As a rebellious omega, when heat season rolled by he always spent it alone, pushed every alpha away in hopes of protecting himself because he "didn't need them" and that he could "take care of himself just fine". Clearly no matter what time of the year it happened, Yangyang kept rejecting everyone until they had given up on him. And now, he was learning things the hard way, with an enemy alpha ing him senseless on the floor. Great.

But of course, he was already mindless at that point, listening to what his inner omega needed, acting upon it because he wasn't in charge of his own body at this moment. He was literally giving himself to the other. If his pack were to see this, he would be so utterly screwed, and get ridiculed by the elders again, maybe sent out of the pack if they were nice enough not to kill him for mating with the enemy, regardless of whether it was by his will or not. An enemy was an enemy.

All those worries meant nothing to him, though, hearing the alpha praise him did unexplainable things to his inner omega. Yangyang hums low and deep from his throat, closing his eyes for a moment as he felt another digit threatening him at the rim. A purring voice in his head tells him it's going to hurt, a lot more than he would expect, and so the omega tried to relax. For a few seconds after all five have been pushed inside of him, he was fine, until the alpha pushed further and the sting and burn spread through his body like wildfire. Sending pain and pleasure up his spine and through his limbs, Yangyang cries out, voice weak and helplessly pathetic.

In his haze, he doesn't realize he had been moved, his knees meeting the much cleaner spot on the floor beneath them. Thankfully, his arms still had some sort of strength in them to hold him up. Might as well, because he knows they'll give in sooner or later. For now, Yangyang lets out a series of incoherent sentences and curses as the alpha pushed his fist inside him deeper, his walls fighting back against the pressure. The omega leaks even more, his arousal trying to compensate for how tight he was getting. It may have made the slide much smoother, but he doesn't feel the difference, only feels the searing pain mixing in with the high he's getting from being treated like this.

"Hell, just ing break me." Yangyang manages to choke out, breathless and struggling for air. His fingers curl uselessly against the tiles, having nothing to grip on to help him ground. Even so, he takes it like a good omega, arching his back for the alpha every time the other's knuckles pressed into his slick walls, coaxing even more arousal out of him. With time, Yangyang realizes that the stretch wasn't enough. It hurt, badly at that, but he needed more. He desperately taps at the tiles with one hand, as if he were getting impatient.

"Want something bigger, alpha..." The omega paused all of a sudden, shaking his head, rewording his sentence. "No, what I want- I /need/ it, alpha, please...?" There's a bit of a whiny tone at the end, coming off a bit strangled because Yangyang was trying not to cry from the overwhelming sensation running up and down his spine from being full. Heck, if he couldn't even take the alpha's fist without crying and turning into a slick-dripping mess, then he couldn't even imagine what he would be like if he were stuffed full with a knot.

, Yangyang thinks, his train of thought suddenly filled with that mental image of him hanging off of the alpha's knot, unable to escape. In the farthest corners of his mind he can somewhat imagine how it would look like, or feel like, getting ed senseless by an angry alpha. Absolutely wonderful. Somewhere deep in his gut, a burn responded to those thoughts of his, and it made him mewl, pushing back against the fist inside of him. Did he dare ask for more at this point?

Maybe, because it didn't take more than three seconds for Yangyang to answer his own question.

He purred softly, turning his head a little so he could somewhat direct his voice to the alpha behind him. Yangyang takes a deep breath, letting out a challenging growl at the alpha-- which he may or may not regret later on.

"If you're going to break me, alpha. Do it right."

@yangyang The lax body of the omega against him was a telltale sign of the other fully submitting to him, the knowledge stroking his ego and making him feel proud in bringing this beautiful omega to compliancy. He hummed happily as the boy craned his neck, up the bare expanse offered to him, barely holding himself back from biting down on that soft flesh. As big of a temptation as it was, he needed to refrain, though just for a bit longer — for now, he would take pleasure in bringing the other to his peak over and over.

The soft purr of his address prompted a growl from his throat, ing his fingers shallowly into the boy a few more times, moving them around to rub against his walls before scissoring them to spread the other open more, massaging the tight heat until he was loose enough to accept more. Finally, once he deemed the omega ready, he pulled his four fingers out, only enough so that he could push in his thumb, pulling at the rim teasingly before wiggling in beside the other four digits, forcing them into the lithe body against him. The reaction was instantaneous as the boy clamped down around his fingers, a grunt leaving him at the tightness, though he didn’t let that stop him as he continued to push them inside, uncaring of the squeezing walls or the sharp pain of nails digging into his arms, shoving his fingers in until the knuckles passed the ring of muscle.

The spurting out surprised Kun, but at the same time pleased him. He successfully made the omega reach his second high, creating a mess on the cold stone floor, tainting the grey tiles with a mix of clear smooth fluid and white sticky substance. As if that wasn’t enough to make him proud of himself, the boy in his arm even coaxed him to go further — the grip in his hair leaving a stinging pain that had him groaning, curling his fingers inside of the omega in response.

Much to the alpha’s glee, the boy was more than happy to take in more of his fist as he rutted back onto them eagerly, slick dribbling out of his stretched entrance and leaving a puddle on the floor. Chuckling lowly, he whispered in the other’s ear, voice dropped a few notes, “Your wish is my command, beautiful~” Stretching his fingers around the vice walls, he shoved his hand into the inviting heat, allowing the boy’s body to naturally bring him in, watching in awe as his hand got swallowed up eagerly by the other’s tightness, mouth practically drooling at the sight.

Finally, his whole hand was inside the omega, and he stilled his movements for a moment as he allowed the other a moment to breathe, to catch his breath and also loosen around him. He carefully shifted them so he could lay the pliant body down onto a cleaner side of the ground, the mess which the boy left behind forcing the alpha to find somewhere less messy to rest the figure on. He held the boy up by the waist so his was in the air, making small circular motions with his hand that was inside the omega, still waiting for the other to get used to the feeling.

“Such an obedient one,” praised Kun as he carded his free hand through the omega’s hair, ruffling the strands. “So good and docile for me. You deserve a reward, my dear beautiful,” mused the alpha as he kissed the boy’s nape, tasting beads of sweat on his tiers. “Don’t you agree, my beautiful?” He asked with a sweet smile, lightly butting the back of the omega’s neck, just enough for the other to feel, but not enough to leave a mark.

If he was going to leave one, he would do it properly later on.

Slowly and carefully, Kun curled his fingers inside of the omega, grunting as he had to go against the clamping walls surrounding his hand. It took much effort, but soon he managed to ball his hand into a fist, feeling the boy’s tightness fluttering around it. He gave an experimental push, just a bit forward, shoving his fist a bit further into the other. Just as quickly as he had went in, he started to pull his fist out, feeling the omega’s heat squeezing around his fist, dragging his knuckles against the velvety walls. He watched the other’s facial expression as the base of his hand tugged on the rim, before he was forcing his fist back into him, unclenching his fist slightly to massage the heat, wiggling his fingers and smoothing his knuckles against his walls.

@◦ kun Yangyang was on the verge of sanity, standing at the tip of a cliff and waiting for someone to push him off into the depths of hell that awaited below him. But he was holding on to whatever was left of his dignity. Unfortunately, every little thing the alpha did to him always earned a reaction, he knew he was losing this and that eventually, he wouldn't even be able to keep up this stupid act of his anymore. Not much longer at least, not with this alpha toying with his sensitivity, treating him like a in heat— which, if you looked at it right now, didn't really seem too far off.

Hands desperately searching for something to ground himself with once his wrists were set free, Yangyang held onto the arm the had come to secure itself around his small waist. His hands were shaking, fingers unable to hold onto anything properly and his arms close to giving out. The kisses being peppered over his skin did little to give him strength, making him feel even more weak, body reduced to nothing but a rag doll that the alpha could so easily use for anything if he so wished. But for a few seconds, he sort of melts into the alpha's hold, no matter how wrong the other's intentions were, the omega in him wanted more, wanted to be close. Though then again, that's exactly what he was trying to avoid. Even so, he still leans back against the other, mewling softly once more and gasping breathlessly at the sensation taking over his lower half.

In a split second, he swallowed hard, his heart suddenly racing faster in his chest. Yangyang couldn't breathe properly, body suddenly tensing up as another finger was added into the stretch, pushing his walls apart even more and tearing a strangled moan from his throat. His oversensitivity kicked in again and the omega lost all control of himself. The digits buried deep inside him, a hand wrapped around his length again, and a warm body pressed against his own-- it was all too much for Yangyang. More tears streamed down his cheeks because it hurt, but it hurt in such a good way that he didn't quite know how go describe the feeling if he were still sane enough to do so. Because at that moment, when the alpha's words finally registered into his ears, his inner omega overriding the civilized version of himself and taking over, Yangyang finally breaks. And he breaks hard, a feral growl leaving his lips as the other's voice echoed in his head. Something in him snaps and he's suddenly unable to think straight anymore.

The word 'toy' plagues his head like a mantra, because right now that's what he was, what his mind was telling him. The omega in him tells him that the alpha had a point. If he didn't want this to happen, why was he still there, desperate and leaking slick onto the floor? He /needed/ him, it insisted, and so Yangyang takes a deep breath and goes completely limp in the other's arms, unable to keep stubbornly fighting back his instinct. It's not like he could save himself anyway.

"Alpha~" Comes the omega's soft purr as he crained his neck to face the other as much as he could, wanting to get as close as possible but unable to because their position wouldn't allow him much movement. Yangyang whines when the other pulls his fingers almost all the way out, his inner omega slightly upset now at the lack of friction, but he didn't have to wait long. This time, however, it felt different. The stretch burned and it felt like he was being torn apart all over again, sending a mix of pain and pleasure throughout his body like a big wave. Yangyang tightens up on instinct, walls not used to such an intrusion and struggling to adjust when suddenly, the alpha pushes them in even deeper. The omega almost screamed, nails digging into the other's arm as his sensitivity threw him into absolute euphoria once more. Yangyang had ended up on the floor, sticky white joining the the clear slick pooling beneath them.

Even so, he keeps going, no matter how sore he was the omega in him made it a goal to please the other— even if it hurt him.

"Mhm, stretch me wider, alpha..." Yangyang purred, one hand boldly reaching back to tug at the alpha's hair, almost as if he were coaxing him to go rougher. It didn't matter how much it stung or burned, the omega had learned to love it. It was his inner omega in control now, not the usually rebellious Yangyang the whole pack knew.

He curses under his breath when he feels the alpha's digits curl inside, and for a moment, Yangyang's eyes roll to the back of his head form pleasure, coating the alpha's fingers with even more slick as he rutted back against him, wanting to push them even further inside if it were still physically possible. If it actually breaks him, at this point, it didn't really matter. Yangyang was too intoxicated with this alpha's scent to care.

@yangyang Kun chuckled lowly at the whine, letting go of the omega’s wrists so he could run his hand down the latter’s back, tracing the spine from top to bottom then the end to the beginning, repeating the motions a few times. He knew the omega was sensitive, and as much as he wanted to spare him mercy, he desired to break the latter more, to push him over the edge again and again, taking too much pleasure in the other’s suffering to halt. Watching him squirm and beg for everything to stop, it made him impossibly hard, spurred him to continue with his actions, even if they were wrong and possibly hurting the omega, mind twisted with satisfaction to see his resolve shattered to bits.

Kun relished in the omega’s whimpers, catching sight of tears streaming down that face. A deep heat cooled in his gut, exciting him even more, a low groan leaving his lips. He loosely wrapped his hand around the boy’s neck, pressing his thumb into his nape while drumming his four fingers on his throat, teasing his Adam’s apple.

He leaned down and up some bit of the salty tear on his cheeks, cooing softly in the boy’s ear as he whispered, “Look at you, what a beautiful mess. Making such beautiful sounds, just for me to hear. Even when you’re crying, you look so pretty.”

Kun only chuckled at the omega’s pleading, turning a deaf ear to the words. “Not done with you yet, beautiful,” mused the alpha as he kissed down the omega’s neck, tracing it to the back and stopping in the spot between his shoulder blades. “I have so much more to do to you,” explained the former as he curled his fingers, rubbing up on the omega’s walls so he would loosen up. “This is only the start, we haven’t even reached the fun part yet.”

“Besides, don’t forget what awaits you,” he murmured against the omega’s skin, jerking his hips enough to rub against the round of the other’s , groaning loudly and unabashedly. The beg for more pulled a growl from the alpha’s throat as he pushed a third finger into the omega, wiggling around the tightness and massaging the walls. He scissored his fingers inside the boy, pulling the digits out before pushing them back in, repeating the motions continuously without a moment pause, only picking up his pace the longer he buried them inside the other.

The curse thrown at him didn’t deter him, only prompting a harsh laugh from his lips as he nipped the boy’s ear. “Me? A sick bastard? Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” For once, he stilled his ing, fingers deep inside the omega as he moved them around, scratching the velvety walls with calculated pressure. “Don’t you think you’re the sick one? Look at you- leaking so much of your excitement, and your cute little standing in attention for me.” His free hand landed on the boy’s member, grasping it gently and leisurely stroking it, feeling it twitch in his hand and smirking at the reaction. “You’re getting off from this, aren’t you? You like being used like a toy like this, to be violated shamelessly. You came simply from me jerking you off, and now you’re hard again from me you, you naughty boy~”

Kun shallowly ed his fingers into the omega some more, spreading them inside of him a few times and rubbing the pads up his walls. Curiously, he slid his fingers out a bit, until the tips were left inside, his pinky rubbing the omega’s rim teasingly and collecting the fluid that flowed out from his entrance, coating the small digit with the boy’s wetness. Staring at the boy for a bit, he wrapped his free arm around his waist to hold him up before pushing the digits back in, though this time adding a fourth digit alongside the first three, going slow as he felt the other’s walls clamping down around him, groaning lowly. He continued to push though, no matter the tightness, forcing the four fingers into the omega until they were knuckle deep, letting out a soft sigh when he finally managed to bury his four fingers inside of the omega. He kissed the boy’s shoulder, murmuring, “Relax, beautiful, you’ll be okay.”

@◦ kun Hushed curses left the omega's mouth, digging his teeth into his lower lip as at every word the alpha uttered to him. He never expected for such things to make him feel so helpless, but he assumed it was more of the iron grip the other had on him that made his predicament feel even morse worse than it already was. By this time, Yangyang had gone silent, specifically, he had given up trying to get out any more arguments, but he was still constantly slipping in and out of two mind states. One telling him this was wrong and the elders were going to kill him, and the other telling him to submit like a good omega would. He didn't expect the decision to hurt, unfortunately.

Yangyang could do nothing but listen, letting the other do whatever he wanted because he had no strength to really fight back anymore. His limbs had turned to jelly and they weren't going to cooperate with him properly anytime soon. His body had betrayed him not too long ago, so he doesn't hope for anything else that will save him from this situation. No lie or threat would deter an alpha in rut. It was a little hard to accept that he was getting this vulnerable for one, but it was already happening, and Yangyang was so, so unbelievably sensitive right now.

Worse, the other didn't seem to let up on him, causing him to squirm as the alpha pushed him into a state of temporary euphoria that had him staining his own chest with streaks of white. Yangyang moans softly, throwing his head back against the alpha's shoulder, tilting his head on instinct in search of the domineering scent beside him. The thing is, with a high already reached and his first out of the way, the inexperienced omega's oversensitivity starts to kick in, a high-pitched whine leaving him almost immediately when he feels two digits stretch him open.

Heck, if this was already hurting him, he couldn't imagine what it would feel like for the alpha to enter him, replace it with something much bigger. The thought makes him drool, but he would never admit that. Ever.

Yangyang's breathing becomes unstable once more as he whimpers, squirming again at the alpha's fingers buried inside him, pushing so deliciously against his tight walls but triggering his sensitivity even more. There's both pain and pleasure and the omega's mind wasn't sure how to react, and so it turns him into a whimpering mess, tears already streaming down his cheeks from the overstimulation.

"Stop... please, too sensitive." Yangyang pleads. It's pointless, but maybe, just maybe(?), the other would listen to him. But still, he doesn't understand why he was still so adamant on trying when the other had clearly shown signs of not giving him any sort of mercy.

A cloud of steam leaves Yangyang as he breathed out, pushing back against the alpha's fingers unconsciously. His mind and body were confused, and neither wanted to cooperate with the other, leaving the omega an utter wreck. A little more and the other could probably push him into subspace, or into a state of mindlessness. "More, alpha." Yangyang finds himself quietly begging, making no move to take his words back, just letting his voice echo into the air, unfiltered, unashamed of himself all of a sudden.

But the next moment, he's suddenly snapping out of it, fidgeting in the alpha's lap until he adds another finger into him, and Yangyang just falls apart in his hands. "You sick, ing bastard." The curse is almost a whisper, weak and quiet. Yangyang knows, when and if he manages to fall into subspace or become mindless not too long from now, that he won't be able to curse the alpha out anymore. For all he knows, he might turn into a completely different person later on.

And that alone, scared the absolute hell out of him. It was inevitable. He was an omega, a weak one with nothing but a strong front for a facade. This was going to /ruin/ him.

@yangyang Every noise that left the omega’s lips was music to Kun’s ears, relishing in the beautiful sounds produced from those pretty tiers. The boy’s responsive reactions to his ministration however was just as enjoying to watch, the simple action of having his played already causing the petite body to squirm so beautifully. He wanted more, he needed more — the omega was so sensitive and open about his responses, he couldn’t help but to crave more of it.

It was also very endearing to observe the omega being horrified by his own reactions, as if the other didn’t expect himself to be capable of responding this way or making noises like that. This spurred the alpha on, a sick twisted feeling in his gut as a thought settled in him, a goal of what he planned on doing. With the omega so pliant and ready for him, unable to put up an ounce of fight, he was even more encouraged to carry out his deviant idea.

After all, this pack oh-so-cruelly destroyed his pack and took advantage of their omegas. They so stupidly sent down their own omega to guard him, a full flesh alpha who so coincidentally was having a rut. Piled up with the inviting allure of said omega, Kun was just as excited to break the boy in his arms as he was to execute his sinister scheme.

For now though, he would just focus on the pleasure, and euphoria he did pay his attention on. Flicking his wrist with a calculative pace, giving the omega just enough simulation to be on edge but not enough to go over it. He wished to hear the other beg for him, thirsting to feel the hot body wriggling against his own.

The pathetic plea only resulted in a chuckle to slip from Kun. “I don’t have to, but I want to.” His human conscience was long gone, his wolf side barely giving a damn about his actions. He just needed release and relief, and this omega was capable of giving him that. “It’s cute how you’re still trying to put up with your act, beautiful. You don’t have another alpha’s scent on you, which means you’re not taken either. You belong to no one, which means you’re free to be claimed.”

A purr emitted from Kun’s throat after hearing the omega’s determination to not beg for more, briefly stopping his movements so he could whisper in the boy’s ear, each word punctuated with his low and rumbling resonance. “You say that now, beautiful, but both you and I know that it’s not true. You /will/ want to beg for me soon, because your body is ready for this, and it desires more of it. You can’t stop yourself from feeling what you’re feeling now, and no amount of confidence in trying to fend me off will stop yourself from succumbing to me.”

“So why not make the job easier for the both of us and plead already,” coaxed Kun as he peppered the omega’s shoulder with kisses, throwing in a few and gentle nips here and there. “I promise you, I will be as gentle as can be.” Which wasn’t a lie, though he wasn’t doing this in consideration of the boy’s feelings. No, what better way to break a person than to make them enjoy something that they don’t want? What could possibly be more outrageous than to cause someone to like a scenario that wasn’t right, that was sinful and horrendous?

Hearing the begging from the omega was surprising, but at the same time not so. It was a matter of waiting after all, to see how much longer the other could hold on before ultimately letting his walls down and just giving in to the pleasure. Smiling serenely, he whispered in the boy’s ear. “Come for me then, beautiful.” He continued to jerk the other off, hands quick as he pumped every drip of the omega’s out, watching in fascination as the boy came undone, satisfied with himself for bringing the boy to his high.

However, he wasn’t done. Once the boy had rode out his , he brought his now covered hand to himself, rubbing his fingers to catch some of those sticky liquid in his palm, and then bringing them to behind the boy. He circled his finger around the omega’s wet entrance, not giving a warning before pushing two fingers inside straight away, forcing them up until knuckle deep, wriggling the digits around and enjoying the tightness. “Did you really think I was done with you, beautiful?”

@◦ kun At that point, Yangyang had already learned that no threat of any degree was going to deter the alpha. He's so frustrated to the point of almost shedding tears, and not even his struggle could save him. His omega biology wouldn't let him do so, his body soft and weak, already made pliant and submissive for the alpha. As if the feeling couldn't get any worse, he feels pressure in his inner thighs before the alpha's fingers are held up in front of him, dripping with his arousal. He whimpers, shaking his head, ashamed. But no amount of whining and whimpering was going to save him now. Yangyang still wants to escape, but his body refused to move the way he wanted it to. With the alpha already pulling him into his lap, locking his wrists together, he's completely and utterly helpless. "You don't have to do this..." He cries out desperately, squirming in the alpha's hold when he feels fingers pinching around his . Yangyang reacts violently, surprisingly sensitive.

A strangled moan slips past his lips without him meaning to, and once more he shakes his head as if he couldn't believe such a sound would leave him especially in a situation like this. In the moment the alpha suddenly pauses, Yangyang takes a deep, shaky breath. Now feeling even more nervous when he hears that threatening growl, sending a shiver straight down his spine and pulling another whimper out of him.

"I'm- I'm not lying. Don't you have any shame? At all? Claiming something that isn't yours?" Yangyang insisted, though he didn't know what he was still even trying for. He had hoped for some sort of mercy, but judging from how tight he was being held, maybe not even a lie would move the other's conscience. At least, Yangyang is a little thankful that he isn't actually mated, or else he would have a lot of explaining to do or get disowned and thrown out of the pack. He still wants to protest though, push through with the lie up to a point, but it's futile. The omega almost throws his head back, a hand tightly wrapping around his length. Yangyang growls softly, finding absolutely no other choice of getting away.

He was so overly sensitive and they haven't even done anything much. He could only imagine how screwed he would be once the alpha actually— no, he didn't want to think about it or else even his thoughts would betray him as well.

"Don't, don't wanna beg..." Yangyang shook his head furiously, dark brown hair falling over his eyes as he kept his head hanging low, struggling to steady his breathing as the alpha moved his hand faster. Yangyang couldn't move much because it would only add up to that slight bit of sinful pleasure he was starting to feel deep in the pit of his stomach, something he was so desperately trying to avoid.

But even so, even the strongest of omegas had their breaking point. Yangyang was snapping in and out of his defiant personality and his omega one, shaking his head in distaste but mewling soom after once he feels the pressure increase on his length. "Let me ...? Pl-...please, alpha?" A tone that doesn't sound like Yangyang's leaves his lips, already on the verge of tears as he begged through the warmth of embarrassment painting his cheeks pink. "It's too much-"

@yangyang The coo emitting from Kun’s throat was soft, low, and sardonic. He could tell the omega was still trying to put up some semblance of a fight, but knew that deep down he was giving up already. With his pheromones strong in the air, he doubted the omega wouldn’t be affected already right now. Plus, with the clear slick oozing from the boy’s entrance and running down his thighs, the boy beneath him couldn’t hide his wolf’s excitement any longer. The alpha in him practically /purred/ seeing the other’s preparations to take his knot.

“You keep telling yourself that, beautiful,” whispered Kun beside the boy’s ear, nipping the lobe teasingly. He ran a finger up the inside of the omega’s thigh, gathering up the slick and stopping short of the boy’s sacks. He then brought his wet fingers to the omega’s face, for him to see his own fluids. “Let’s see how much you’ll leak for me before they find you, hm?”

As he said that, Kun the wetness off his fingers, humming appreciatively at the taste. He could feel his own member stirring, resulting in an amused chuckle to slip. A laugh soon bubbled from his throat at the begging, wrapping an arm around the boy’s waist before heaving him up, hugging him close against himself and on his lap, feeling the round of his rubbing against his own member and pulling a groan from his lips.

“Make me get away from you,” taunted Kun. He grabbed the boy’s hands and pulled them to behind him, locking them there with one hand grasping the thin wrists. His free hand snakes to the front, sliding up to the omega’s chest and capturing a nub between his fingers, rolling and pinching it.

At the mention of another alpha, he froze momentarily. Oh, the boy’s taken? He didn’t see any mark on his neck- maybe he’s promised? He sniffed the boy’s neck, long and hard, concentrating to discern any other scents. There wasn’t any lingering or mild smell, only the boy’s own and his scent after rubbing onto the other continuously.

“That’s a nice lie, beautiful,” murmured Kun, a slight growl in his voice. “Were you trying to make me jealous?”

He tugged the omega’s harshly, before letting it go in favour of wrapping his palm around the boy’s length, squeezing it in his hold. “That was very bold of you to try and threaten me with another alpha,” stated Kun as he jerked his hand, pumping the omega’s length. “Maybe you should’ve thought about what you want to say before letting them out, I don’t quite like the mention of another alpha when I’m here, as you can see already.”

The fear in the omega’s voice sent a shiver down his spine, the sound too pleasing to the ears than it should be. The sadistic and terribly aroused side of him, or in other words his wolf self, took pleasure in the boy’s fear and helplessness, practically basking in it. The rationality of his mind was long gone, overridden by his rut and need to just and claim a mate.

“I love it when you beg like that for me,” cooed Kun as he pumped the boy’s length faster. “I want to hear you beg some more.”

@◦ kun The most movement Yangyang could even do was to get on his knees, but even his limbs were protesting at this point, having been manhandled just seconds ago and with the scent of an alpha's rut making his inner omega whimper, wanting to submit. Yangyang didn't want to, he hasn't put up a fight yet, but even if he did, it seemed rather pointless considering what he was up against it. The omega instinct in him has given up by then, telling him to succumb to it to which he shook his head to, there's an attempt to fight again, but it's useless once he feels the warmth of a hot body against his back, the omega in him purring at the feeling.

This is what he feared the most. His body was betraying him. He might have hated it, but his body was responding to the alpha, his lack of clothes unable to hide the slick that had begun to drip from him, coating his inner thighs with his scent and arousal. Yangyang whimpers, but he keeps shaking his head, adamant.

"They'll come down here at some point... they'll come get me..." Even his threats didn't sound like threats anymore-- it seemed to be more of a reassurance to himself that someone from the pack would actually think of going down there to check on them. But Yangyang's not dumb, he knows very well that this pack couldn't give a about him, the leader passed out on the floor maybe, but never him. He was completely screwed down there until someone would come and save him. Unfortunately, he's aware no one would, because they hate him anyway. His reputation as an overly defiant omega was well-known throughout the pack, and right now he's cursing himself for not being nicer. Maybe then they would at least think of him and wonder where he was. But no, it was already too late for that. He was absolutely damned.

This alpha above him was way stronger, and already aggressive. Yangyang, although he would never admit, was scared for the first time in years. The feeling was so different, he didn't feel like himself at all. "Get away from me." He manages to whimper, voice low and his words quiet, but audible enough for the other to hear even though he knew it wouldn't be anything useful to him to say so.

"You'll regret this, I swear. When my alpha sees this, you're dead." And that statement marks itself as Yangyang's last dumb threat, because again, he goes silent right after as he tried to weigh out the bearing of those words to an alpha that was trying to claim him by force. After all, he literally just took one of his pack members out right in front of him, a leader at that. So maybe threatening him with another alpha would only further piss him off, and Yangyang learns that the hard way.

Whimpering, he tries to crawl away instead as a last resort, a rather useless last resort. He doesn't get to move more than a few inches because the grip in his hair has him reeling back. "Don't do this to me, I'm begging you..." Yangyang babbles out of fear, his breathing becoming heavy. He doesn't bother fighting right now because he knows the alpha wouldn't listen to him anyway. He was too close, so hot against his skin, his scent so dangerously inviting. Yangyang's inner omega acts first, his arousal dripping heavily between his thighs and onto the cold basement floor.
He gives up.

@yangyang Kun let out a breathy chuckle at the useless warning, mouthing at the omega's neck. He was tempted to just sink his teeth into his scent gland and mark him, to claim him as his own so no one else could have him. But the conscious and rational side of him was holding the wolf within back, trying to be civilised even though the mere effort of being in the right mind was difficult. Marking someone against their will is a barbaric action that Kun didn't want to inflict on anyone, even though the wolf in him wanted to mate and claim right now. So he held back, the thin strand connecting him to his sanity straining as he leaned closer to the warmth in front of him, basking in the omega's scent.

The empty threat only resulted in a low rumble emitting from his chest, not taking the omega's words seriously. "Do you think they would be able to hear you? When we're far down in here with them celebrating up there?" He could hear the ruckus above, although it was muffled. Judging by how drunk the fallen alpha was, Kun assumed they were having quite the party. Due to how far away the noise of the event was, he could only figure how far down the cellar was, or the distance between them and the location of the venue where these alphas were having fun with booze and prizes.

Suddenly, Kun felt a sharp slap to his cheek, the impact stunning him. The shock was enough to make him let his guard down, allowing the omega to push him away. He groaned in reaction to the kick in his knee, falling into a kneeling position as he held onto where he was kicked.

The alpha in him was furious.

Growling, Kun shot up to his feet once more and slammed his palm against the metal door, pushing it shut and leaving a loud banging sound to hang in the air. He grabbed onto the omega's shoulders and turned him over so he was facing him, pushing him up against the door with a knee between the other's legs to trap him. He glared down at the boy, relishing in the clear panic in those round eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Kun pulled away momentarily, tugging the omega forward so he was no longer pressed against the metal door. Instead, he forced him down onto the ground, flipping him onto his stomach and pinning him down with a hand on the back of his neck. The wolf in him couldn't be contained anymore, the string between him and his sanity breaking as he allowed himself to be consumed by his rut that had been lurking just underneath the surface, waiting to explode.

Kun tore the clothes off the omega effortlessly, the depressing noise of fabric tearing filling the room, pieces falling to the ground in heaps. He leaned close to the omega, only noticing now that he was still clothed and that the shirt was blocking him from being even more intimate with the vulnerable boy underneath. With a dissatisfied grunt, he pulled back enough to discard his shirt, tossing it somewhere far away so that it won't get in the way.

Because right now, Kun didn't want anything to be between him and the very alluring omega beneath him.

He pressed his chest flush against the omega's back, whispering into the boy's ear, "Now I wonder where will you run to this time." He ran his fingers down the omega's side, feather light touches and teasing. "Not so mighty now, are you?" He the shell of the boy's ear before biting it, not too hard but not being gentle in the action either. "Look at you- bent over so beautifully for me and not able to do anything to fight back," continued Kun, taunting and wicked, the wolf in him cackling in pleasure at seeing the helpless omega under him. "Your pack members are so cute to send an omega of theirs to watch over me. Do they not know what kind of dangers you can face by being here by yourself?" He carded his fingers through the omega's soft locks, gripping them and tugging his head back, baring his neck to kiss along the expanse. "It's almost as if they're offering you to me, how sweet."

@◦ kun He hated everything. Absolutely everything.

Yangyang regrets leaving his room today, regrets ever listening to his leaders for once, and especially regrets following their order when he could have ignored it. Maybe it was just his fear of being mistreated, after all, a drunk alpha is still an alpha, but with more haze, less recognition, and double the violence. But that was such an odd reason, let alone for someone like the omega, who was already known in their pack for being one of those few lower ranks who were so unbelievably defiant and stubborn up to the point where the elders had considered disowning him. He had been threatened with it many times before, and yet it has never happened. This pack valued their omegas way too much, if anything, they were even collecting more which kind of explained to him half of their intentions to attack the rival pack. Still, it doesn't give him much answers.

Now look where it got him, what predicament he was thrown into all because he was sent to guard an enemy. An omega-- sent down to the basement to watch over an alpha. Yangyang thinks it's stupid for him to have come down here in the first place, but he couldn't really find anyone else to blame but himself when he listened and followed to an intoxicated wolf's orders. He would have preferred to get hit once over this situation any day. Because right now he was trapped, no way out, no way to protect himself, and no way to fight back.

But then again, this was what Liu Yangyang was known for, being an aggressive omega. Normally, he would have no problem standing up to such alphas, but this wasn't what he was used to seeing. This was different. For one, he didn't know this alpha, haven't met him before-- therefore, he knows nothing of his weaknesses or vulnerability points, things which the omega relied on the most in case of dangerous situations. Now was not the time to find them when he was cornered, pressed against a cold metal door, with the only other alpha who could potentially protect him already knocked out from only one hit. Yangyang would have commented on how pathetic that seemed, but he was panicking, and that was something he rarely did, the alpha's scent slowly making him weaker in the knees. But of course, he refuses to submit, not wanting to give in.

Yangyang's hands ball up into fists when the other gets too close, so close he could feel the warmth of his body press against him. The omega can only growl, his only form of retaliation when his words fail to make it out of him, but it does nothing to the other-- though it's not like it had done anything to him before anyway. Yangyang takes a deep breath, willing himself to move but the alpha's voice is low and alluring, soft tiers oh so close to the soft spot on his neck, right where he didn't want it to be. Eventually, the omega gets a little bit of courage to fight back, but by then, it's weak and pathetic, pointless.

"Get the away from me, I'm warning you." Yangyang tries, trying to sound threatening even though his voice shakes at the attempt. "He's not the only one up there, I... I'll call for them if you dare do anything else-" Again, another useless threat. Yangyang's panic wasn't helping, and so he resorts to his fighting instinct for a response.

He didn't care what this next decision would do knowing what he was up against it, but he really hoped it would at least work and make it possible for him to escape within an inch of life.

Using as much force as he could muster in his shaky arms, Yangyang lands a hard sleep on the other's right cheek, presses his hands against the alpha's chest and shoves him off, kicking him straight in the knee and leaving him at least a good few seconds(?) to try and open the door. It takes him a painful, straining pull before he manages to nudge it a bit, but clearly not enough. He knew it, he was absolutely done for if that's all he could do. And just like that, the door is slammed shut again by a now angry alpha. Yangyang curses to himself once more, heart racing in his chest as he met the other's gaze.

This was it for him.

@yangyang Apparently, aside from the growl snapped at him, the omega wasn’t a big talker. So, instead of any worded explanation, Kun more than observed the omega from the corner of his eyes to understand what purpose had there been for the enemy pack to send one of their own, note vulnerable, members down. The realisation was hilarious, and if he had been feeling better physically and not so out of it, he would’ve snorted.

However, Kun just kept quiet and made the omega’s job easier by staying still and silent, leaning back against the hard brick wall tiredly as he closed his eyes, feeling a migraine coming up. Obviously the omega was here to keep an eye on him, and if that’s the case then he might as well play the role of a docile hostage and not do anything to rouse provocation. He could easily overpower the omega, he knew, but he decided not to — he’s a gentleman after all, as if he would take advantage of someone weaker, and he’s unlike the monsters that assaulted the omegas in his pack during the attack.

His jaw clenched at the memory, and he forced himself to calm down lest his emotions burst.

He noticed the omega nearing from time to time to check on him, and with each step shortening the distance between them, the more irritating the crawling under his skin grew. There was a rumbling feeling deep within his chest, a heat that was difficult to satiate and only growing in intensity, spreading all over his body to the very tips of his fingers, leaving a tingly sensation. His senses were hyped, sweat breaking out from how hot he suddenly felt, his mind becoming a bit muddled, his breathing struggling to keep even as if he was trying to stay afloat, drowning in some sort of hungry thirst that had nothing to do with lack of food.

Kun vaguely registered the entrance of another alpha, more focused on the weird symptoms occurring to him. Something made him look out the sole window in the cellar, light streaming in from the moon illuminating outside in the ebony night. His eyes landed on the full moon, and it took him a while to understand his situation.

Irritating heat, insatiable thirst, indescribable hunger for /something/.

Scents were getting mixed in the air, and they were overwhelming his senses. He could identify the inviting fragrance of the omega, coaxing him to come closer. And the other smell, intrusive and unwanted, coming off from the alpha that entered the cellar — a rival, a competition.

Kun growled lowly as the man approached, not even bothering that he was injured badly as he stood up to be at the same level as the other alpha, puffing his chest out. He could tell the man was drunk, the aroma of crushed fermented berries lingering in the stranger alpha’s breath, proving that he had been drinking lots of liquor or other alcoholic beverages beforehand. Either way, this left the alpha’s guard considerably lowered, which gave the abductee the needed upper hand.

One punch packed with all the strength he could muster in his body, which was surprisingly a lot even though his current state, and down went the intoxicated alpha, knocked out cold on the floor.

Kun lifted his gaze to the omega who was struggling to open the metal door, stalking towards him. His steps were slow and calculated, leisure like he had all the time in the world, taunting as a predator would to its prey. The omega wasn’t going anywhere, and he knew that, not when the metal door wouldn’t spare him the needed safety from himself.

He stopped right behind the omega, chest just barely grazing the latter’s back, face so close to the other that he could smell his hair. There was a nice redolence to it, only prompting his inner wolf to become wilder with need, howling to be sated. Standing with nearly no space between them, he could now see how small the omega really was, how fragile he seemed.

It pleased him inside.

Kun placed both of his hands on either side of the scared omega, trapping the boy so he wouldn’t be able to escape. He leaned close to nose at the other’s neck, breathing in the heady scent and groaning softly in satisfaction. Yes, this one would do, the wolf in him just wanted to take the boy here and now.

And who was there to even stop him?

“You smell so good,” murmured Kun without realising it, lips just slightly grazing the omega’s exposed neck. “So tempting...”

@◦ kun Yangyang doesn't like the basement. Yet here he was, standing in the corner unsure of what to do, thankful that the prisoner had stopped staring at him. Every once in a while, he would boldly walk closer to the unknown wolf, because he might as well do his job properly and check on their prisoner. But his instinct screamed at him almost immediately every time, a warning. This alpha was dangerous, no matter how docile he started to look, Yangyang's body couldn't trust him, and so he moved away, the alpha's scent stuck in his nose and almost making him feel weak. Almost.

An hour passes by, and for a moment, the omega thought the experience was not at all that bad. It was quiet down here and far away from any of the drunk alphas upstairs, that was until one of them decided to come down to the basement, making Yangyang senses go haywire and his anxiety to shoot up almost immediately. One of the pack leaders pushed through the doors, sluggish and heavily intoxicated, it seemed. There's a slur of words leaving his mouth about having to move the prisoner to a different cell, and that's exactly what has Yangyang shaking his head but unable to move.

Sure, there was an alpha to move him, but he was absolutely and utterly stoned. Even he, as an omega, could knock him down temporarily and run. Moving the prisoner that had literally snarled at him upon entering the cell didn't seem like a good thing to do considering their current situation. If this enemy alpha managed to break free, the intoxicated one would have no chance of fighting back, and Yangyang would have at least three seconds to run before he becomes the next victim. But will an intoxicated alpha listen to him? No, of course not. Never in a million years-- in this pack, at least. Nervous, Yangyang stood closer to the door. If anything happened, he had some sort of chance to run, though he completely forgets how heavy the door actually is and the fact that it took him a bit of force to get it open earlier. Right now, he worried about something else entirely as he watched one of the leaders approach their prisoner.

Everything about this situation screamed danger at him, but clearly the other wasn't getting the message. The omega curses once more when he hears the chains click and a growl that doesn't come from his alpha.

Yangyang tried to stay still, absolutely quiet, as if doing that would help him. He keeps insisting in his head that everything will be alright and that they could move their now hostile prisoner to another cell without any problems. Though, perhaps, it's too much for him to wish for, because the moment he hears his alpha groan, body falling to the ground, Yangyang makes a quick beeline for the door. Only then does he remember how much strength he needed to open the heavy thing, taking a deep breath as he kept pulling, but it won't budge at all. He's adamant on trying, until dread fills him at the sudden presence he feels standing behind him.

"Please don't-" Are the only words that leave the omega's mouth as he pressed himself against the door, but it seems like they have fallen on deaf ears. Yangyang considers fighting back, maybe.

@yangyang Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through his veins, sending him into a fight or flight mode, but he hadn’t noticed who had been on the other side of the metal door until the person was standing there at the open doorway. He breathed in slowly, and the scent carried through the air from the stranger surprised him into relaxing his muscles, no more on the ready to attack. He stared at the boy in surprise, though his eyes were still wary and his posture was still hunched, not letting his guard down even though he knew of the other’s rank.

The growl shocked him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t met any feistier omegas, though he wouldn’t say that he’s used to meeting them a lot. Seeing one of the more hostile kind before him was something that threw him off course briefly, since he hadn’t expected the omega in front of him to be on the more aggressive side.

Kun stared at the omega for a long moment, gaze hard and observant, waiting for him to do something out of the ordinary. He didn’t know what to expect — having an enemy pack sending down an omega like this. Was it some sort of trick? What were they planning by delivering this boy here? Did they want to try and seduce him with temptation?

A minute passed, and then another.

It was five minutes later that Kun finally decided to just sit back, deciding that the omega was harmless for now. Whatever reason they had for bringing the boy down here, he didn’t know, but he figured he would find out soon enough. The other would probably explain to him about his appearance here anyway, sooner or later, so he opted to just keep his mouth shut for now and watch him, waiting for the elaboration.

There was an irritating itch under his skin, a prickling heat making the cold temperature of the cellar even more pronounced. There was an annoying feeling twisting deep in his gut, though he wasn’t sure what that sensation was. It was a familiar feeling, but given his current situation, with all the stress piling up on his shoulders, he couldn’t bring himself to wonder.

@◦ kun The first thing that Yangyang receives news of in the late afternoon is word of almost half of the pack warriors heading off to the rival territory. For what, he didn't quite understand, but the determined expressions he was able to catch a glimpse of as they left already foretold him of something horrible happening. Not for them, but for someone else.

By sunset, when Yangyang had been begrudgingly helping the omegas with their final tasks, was the time their pack warriors had returned. But there was an odd scent in the air, like blood and tears, all screaming dread and anger as he silently watched unknown wolves be dragged into their territory looking beaten up and half-dead. Worse, a major number of them seemed to consist of omegas. Yangyang wasn't stupid, he knows what would happen to them here, and a cold shudder runs down his spine just at the thought, just at the imagination of the alpha's den being full of them. He's been there before, but he was, luckily, one of the untouched.

That night had made him so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he couldn't even bring himself to sleep as he paced around the pack's common area. One of the leaders came up to him, the hand on his shoulder almost weighing him down to the floor as he was turned around. As if fate couldn't get any worse for him, he was sent down to the cells to watch over their prisoner, because apparently, the other alphas had 'other' things to pay attention to than to guard the enemy. Shrugging in frustration and obeying for the sake of not getting hit, Yangyang not-so-willingly takes the steps down to the very dimly lit basement, almost scaring himself when the said prisoner he has come to watch over bares his teeth at him upon first sight.

An alpha. The scent was unmistakable. Yangyang curses the gods under his breath and maintains eye contact, trying to establish some sort of dominance over a naturally higher rank, mostly, so that he wouldn't intimidate himself. "Calm down. I'm not here because I want to." The omega growls, going silent soon after because he knows for a fact that alphas don't like it when omegas growl back at them, no matter how docile they seem to be.

@yangyang A soft groan left his lips as he slowly cracked his eyes open, sight blurry as he blinked a couple times to regain focus. His head was pounding terribly, feeling mentally light as if his mind was floating, yet feeling physically heavy as he found difficulty in lifting his pate. His whole body ached, the slightest movement resulting in pain coursing through his whole body, the spark powerful and leaving a lingering excruciation.

It took him a long while before he was finally able to obtain his bearing again, vision finally clearing as he took in the view of a dark brick ceiling. Registering the image in mind, it was as if he just only noticed the temperature of the place he was at, goosebumps rising as the chill air prickles the fine hairs on his skin. With very careful actions, he turned his head ever so tentatively, processing more of his surroundings.

He was in some kind of cellar, he realised after a long while. Shifting his legs, he felt a weight pressing down on his right ankle, clinking sounds ensuing with the little feat. He sat up just a bit, enough to see what was wrapped around his ankle and making the noise.

Chains.

Confusion and panic slowly rose within him, but he quickly calmed down, trying to recall what happened. How did he get here? Last time he remembered, he was at the village, helping the pack prepare for dinner-

Oh.

Memories started flooding back to him. Not all at once, but slowly and surely, little trickles of recollection. They were fleeting, but the message was sent.

His pack had been sneak attacked. The alphas didn’t have time to fight back, slaughtered before they even knew what was going on. The few alphas who weren’t attack straight away, they charged in weaponless — the fight was one-sided. Betas had been butchered, and the omegas taken along with the pups. At least, the younger omegas had been abducted- he was pretty sure the riper, blossomed ones weren’t spared from ongoing actions, while the old and withered were left behind.

He could still hear the tormented cries of those omegas as they were forced upon.

Kun flinched when he heard a loud clicking noise, signalling the lock being turned. He watched in alert as the metal door swung open, the hinges screeching in protest, creating a high pitched squealing and grating noise. He had his teeth bared, hunched as if ready to attack, even with the chain trapping him down. He was beaten, batted and bruised, but that didn’t mean that he was going down without a fight. If he was made to be sent off to the afterlife, he would make sure that their task at doing so would be a living Hell to accomplish.