The Moonstone (9/?)
Title: The Moonstone (9/?)
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kai/Kyungsoo, Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wolf!AU, drama, mpreg, M/M , M/F
Warnings: knotting, mild violence
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary:: Luhan's the most beautiful and cherished omega in the pack. Comparing to Sehun he's as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer - and more desirable than any treasure a man can ever possess.
Chapter 8
''Can I ask you something?'' Sehun nuzzles his cheek into Luhan's messy hair the next day, both of them still lying naked in the small, dark room with little interest in going anywhere. ''I don't know if I should, but I feel like for some reason I have to know.''
''Hunnie?''
Sehun hugs him from behind just like the last night when Luhan fell asleep in his arms, bodies entwined and laced together in tight embrace. Except now that they're both nude and his half-hard member presses in the small of Luhan's back, glistering with come, the atmosphere of tense uncertainty shifts to satiated stillness, making them feel safer than ever, happier than ever. Full and complete.
Luhan turns his head a little to peek at Sehun's face and the silver-haired male can't help but pull him even closer, mouth on his flushed cheek.
''That night when you went in heat and...Xiumin spent some time with you,'' Sehun says slowly, careful to keep his tone neutral as he feels Luhan's small body tensing. ''I felt your pain. I didn't know what happened between you or whether he made you suffer on purpose, but I could feel your anguish radiating in my every bone. It was excruciating.''
Luhan doesn't say anything but he grabs Sehun's hands, circled around his waist, and gives them a squeeze.
''I'm sorry for asking. It's just that...''
''I know. It's alright.'' Luhan doesn't let go of his hands. ''Xiumin...from the very beginning, he wanted to make me his mate. I knew that I could never return his feelings, that even if he forced me to submit we'd never be alright. That our cubs - if we were to have any - however innocent, wouldn't grow up entwined by love every child needs. I never told him any of that but I pushed him away when he confessed his love and this is not something easily forgotten. Or forgiven.''
''What happened in the hut?''
Luhan bites his lip, ashamed. Sehun deserves to know and there is no point in hiding the truth but something about this makes him nervous, like a small piece of him still fears that what Xiumin said might actually come true in the end.
''I can just guess that after all this time, when he finally got to put his hands on me and with Kris' permission on top of that, he wanted...expected...for it to be enjoyable.'' Luhan struggles, cheeks burning. ''But it didn't. I couldn't hide my hatred then, I don't know why but I just couldn't. My resentment humiliated him and he wanted to humiliate me in return.''
Sehun stills. ''Humiliate you?''
''He was hurt and jealous of you. I know how it's like, to be jealous of someone you love the most.'' Luhan says shyly, closing his eyes. ''I...I guess I can't really blame him for that. But then he said...that he wants to make a baby with me, so that we're forever apart. Me and you. And that you'll have to...find someone else...someone you'd like more than me.''
''There is no one I could possibly love more than I love you, Luhan.''
''How about a female omega? Isn't that something every alpha desires the most?'' Luhan blurts before he stops himself. ''...I'm sorry.'' he adds instantly, but it's already too late to take his silly question back and he's horrified to feel Sehun pulling away, just a little but enough to open a dark hole in Luhan's heart.
Suddenly it strikes him like a bolt of lightning and a punch to the gut all at the same time, the realization that he is probably not what Sehun had expected when he set out for his journey. There's a suffocating aura of guilt around the silver-haired male as Luhan's question hangs in the air unanswered and he feels tears pricking at his eyes because he's just stupid, stupid and naive.
Of course Sehun wasn't expecting his destined Sun to be a thin, weak boy while the legend spoke of a beautiful maiden.
Luhan doesn't want to cry because of that. He doesn't want to become even more of a failure than he already is.
''You thought that the Little Sun is going to be a female,'' he states instead, forcing his voice to stay calm. Sehun barely touches him now and suddenly Luhan feels bare and vulnerable in his presence so he grabs his crumpled robe and covers his back with it in a miserable attempt to regain some dignity. ''I'm sorry for disappointing you.''
''Luhan...''
The golden-haired male winces when he feels a weak tug at his shoulder. ''I'm not mistaken, am I? Please don't lie.''
Sehun lets go of him and sensing him moving even further away, Luhan covers his mouth with a hand not to start weeping.
''You've yearned for a female omega, didn't you?''
You might love me like no one else now that you know that I am the Sun, but you desire something I cannot give you, a malicious voice in his head adds and Luhan doesn't even know why he stubbornly, masochistically pursues this matter any further.
''I'm sorry.'' Sehun says, voice distant and laced with guilt. Luhan knows there's not much he can add now to make things better.
He imagines Sehun's hands cupping soft breasts of a beautiful lady, big and round and full of milk to feed his cubs with; his elegant, bowed back when he leans closer to them and catches a nipple between his teeth. Slight movements of his vivid Adam's apple when he suckles and drinks her milk and at the same time fingers her special place, a wet cavern much warmer and slicker than what Luhan has to offer.
There is nothing he can say to that.
''I'm sorry.'' Sehun repeats but Luhan doesn't hear his words anymore.
✤✤✤
“You know what feels good?” Chanyeol purrs, arranging Baekhyun on the cot so that his mate lies on his back comfortably, soft furs supporting his lower back and head. “That you are mine. No one else can have you, and even if they wanted to…”
“Chan - ah!”
“…fuck you, they can’t. You’re mine to toy with as I please, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Baekhyun spasms when Chanyeol’s teeth sink in the soft flesh of his neck, piercing skin. There’s always been something canine about Chanyeol even while in human form, and as his mate Baekhyun’s more than thrilled to discover that his true wildness starts showing only now, when they’re together.
Chanyeol’s newfound brutality of sorts is both exciting and slightly alarming, but Baekhyun’s never been one to turn off a challenge.
“Oh yeah? Better make sure I’m yours. If I decide otherwise, who knows? Maybe I’ll spend my next heat with someone who does it better than you.”
He knows it’s risky and he might even get attacked, for his mate’s not thinking straight while his nostrils are full of Baekhyun’s scent, but it’s all too tempting not to try. And he’s tough, he will survive quite a few blows.
Except that Chanyeol doesn’t hit him, just stares even more intently, devouring and ravishing.
“You want me to force you into obedience, hm?” Chanyeol bruises Baekhyun’s thighs with every clumsy attempt to open his unwilling mate’s legs, but the other’s equally determined not to let him win too easily. Baekhyun smells so good he almost rips his skin open out of sheer need. “You should be grateful omegas rank high in our pack. Kris is generous and considerate, but in other tribes you’d live just to serve the alphas.”
“Fucking not enough for you?” Baekhyun taunts and kicks Chanyeol in the stomach, knocking air out of his lungs when the other tries to reach between his legs. “Aren’t you greedy. What else would you want us to do, then? How could we serve our purpose to the fullest?”
Baekhyun takes a moment to appreciate how Chanyeol doesn’t fall for his bait and instead of getting violent, simply holds him in place with determination painted all over his face. Lust, too.
He’s so perfect.
“You know as well as I do…” Chanyeol half-whispers and half-hisses, licking his lips libidinously. “That I could show you off right now, do things to you with the rest watching you struggle and scream. Or force you to put out a show for us with another omega, which I know you wouldn’t fancy all that much. Or would you? How about licking into Kyungsoo’s full mouth in front of the pack? I can almost hear all those small whimpers and needy wails of you both in my head, not a bad idea at all. My inner insensitive self may even be persuaded into making that happen.”
“Chanyeol!”
Thoroughly scandalized, Baekhyun lets his guard down and Chanyeol doesn’t waste any second in turning his momentary weakness against him, pinning his weaker mate to the ground and spreading his legs mercilessly.
“Are you really fantasizing about me and Kyungsoo, Yeol?” Baekhyun growls just before their lips meet, the vibrato pulsating warmly through Chanyeol’s veins. “Really. I thought I knew you well enough…’’
“Whatever you say, darling. But look who just got bigger at the thought down there. You’re just as guilty.”
“Idiot.”
✤✤✤
Chanyeol’s rough and fast, but Baekhyun wouldn’t have him any other way, not when they are pressed together all sweaty and needy, joined and yet still craving for more contact.
“I have always wanted you,” Chanyeol pants in his ear, movements erratic. His body’s heavy on Baekhyun’s back. “I wanted to mate with you the moment I saw you…your eyes, that peachy shade of your skin, the way you smiled at me when we were alone. Everything about you made me crazy. It’s a relief I won you in the end.”
“Won me?” Baekhyun mewls, slightly confused. There’s so much going on inside him, Chanyeol’s so big and swollen, it’s hard to concentrate. “What do you mean?”
He knows it’s happening when Chanyeol doesn’t stop growing inside him, getting so impossibly big it’s almost insufferable, painful and stingy. He tries to squirm away but his mate keeps him firmly in place, ignoring every pathetic whine that escapes Baekhyun’s mouth and kissing his neck apologetically. “I know it hurts, baby. Just hold on.”
“You didn’t…answer…” Baekhyun hisses through gritted teeth. This is the first time they do it and he knows it’s unavoidable, but at the same time he can’t help feeling slightly uneasy and anxious, afraid they might never separate if his mate keeps getting bigger and bigger inside him. His senses tell him to fight and try to get away, but he forces himself to stay calm and takes a few deep breaths. Chanyeol’s very careful about it and Baekhyun can tell he’s doing his best not to hurt him, so he doesn’t say anything more, just waits and gives him all his trust.
“Didn’t you know? Kris was the first one who wanted to mate with you.”
Baekhyun almost misses it, so lost in the mixture of pain and pleasure that his brain seems to be stuck on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. When it sinks, however, his eyes widen with shock. “…What?”
Chanyeol doesn’t stop thrusting shallowly and it hurts, but now that this new information starts circulating Baekhyun finds himself going numb slowly.
“I thought you knew,” his mate sighs and pulls Baekhyun up onto his lap a moment later, kissing his temple as he does. “After he spent so much time with you during and after your first heat, it became obvious to all of us. He made advances towards you, wanted to have you. Keep you. I can’t believe you never noticed.”
“You’re wrong.” Baekhyun whispers, letting Chanyeol scatter small kisses on his nape, painfully aware that the knot is still ridiculously huge inside him. He’s careful not to move too much, trusting Chanyeol to support his body and seat him in the most comfortable position as they wait until it’s over. “He is just…he just…wanted to take care of me, because he was afraid no one else would.”
“What? Kris told you that?”
“He didn’t have to. A pair of eyes and good nose is all I need to judge the situation, Yeol. I’m not beautiful like Luhan nor strong like Tao, there is nothing that could make me worthy of the leader. Or anyone, really. I’m just…me. An insignificant creature that never does much to stand out.”
"You couldn't be more wrong."
"..."
Chanyeol resists the urge to rock him gently, instead carefully gathering Baekhyun in his arms and laying him down on the ground. This new position allows the other male to rest on his side with Chanyeol behind him, strained muscles relaxing immediately.
Baekhyun rewards this initiative with a contented sigh and a soft pat to Chanyeol’s arm. “Thanks.”
He doesn’t know how long it will take and the thought scares him a little, but there’s nothing to be done now. Baekhyun decides to concentrate on breathing away the tension and inhaling his mate’s comforting scent, nuzzling his nose into Chanyeol’s hand as they lie in complete silence, waiting.
“Baek?”
“Hm?”
“Just so you know, you’re wrong about Kris. Not to mention that you underestimate yourself as always. Believe me or not, but I’m not the only man in the pack who perceives you as quite unique.”
“Funny that we talk about this in such circumstances.”
Chanyeol chuckles.
“A little.”
✤✤✤
”Chanyeol…’’ Baekhyun whispers, voice shaky. “Do you know…how long it will take?”
He sounds so young and insecure, and his little nose pressing to Chanyeol’s hand is so adorable it makes the other man want to squeeze the life out of him right where they lie. Baekhyun’s ridiculously cute on the outside, short and soft and handy; but among the two of them it’s probably Chanyeol who’s naturally more cuddly and affectionate during their moments of passion. Baekhyun likes keeping things to himself most of the time, careful not to appear too eager or too stupidly in love; obstinately controlling his face expressions and slender hands that wander down the expanses of Chanyeol’s perfect body when they are together. It’s his agenda to remain a little introvert, and perhaps a way to deal with emotions he’s not yet accustomed with, so Chanyeol doesn’t question it, just beams wholeheartedly every time Baekhyun’s feeling clingy and needy for contact. They are fresh to this, being mated and all. It’s a new start for both of them and more than anything, he just wants to do it right.
“…Yeol?”
This time, though, they couldn’t separate even if they wanted to. And Baekhyun most certainly looks like he’d jump up and run away the second Chanyeol’s dick softens inside him, which makes his mate more than a little nervous.
“Baby, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, not like this. It should be over soon enough, so why don’t you just try to relax for a little longer? I know it's hard, but you’re doing very well.”
“It’s really uncomfortable, though.” Baekhyun admits with a quiet sigh, puff of warm air hitting the inside of Chanyeol’s hand. He wriggles weakly, almost imperceptibly. “And it hurts.”
“I know.”
“You’re making it up to me after it’s over.”
Baekhyun raises his head then, sticking out his chin nonchalantly, and Chanyeol pecks his jaw quickly in apology. “I know. I love you so much, you know I’d do anything to make you happy.”
“Cheesy.”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to say right now.” Chanyeol giggles and strokes a hand down Baekhyun’s side tenderly. “Try again?”
“I love you too.”
And a little pain is a small price to pay for having your cubs, is what Baekhyun thinks in his heart but doesn't say aloud.
✤✤✤
When Sehun tries to reach for him Luhan averts his eyes and gently pushes his hand away. There’s no trace of resentment in the action, just genuine sadness and vulnerability of abandonment Sehun can’t bear to acknowledge just yet. Luhan feels himself shrinking under his apologetic expression, numb and cold and too wrecked to think straight.
''Luhan - ”
“It’s alright, you don’t have to say anything more.”
You shouldn't say anything more, his clenched lips says as he picks up his creased, dirty robe and makes for the door in a split of second, so fast Sehun almost fails to react in time. But he does, hand shooting forward and encircling around the other boy’s thin forearm just in time to stop him from leaving for good.
Luhan looks at him then and suddenly it strikes Sehun how thin he is, how tired and bony and hollow in the cheeks; looking more like a ghost of a person than that gracious, breathlessly beautiful living being he fell in love with the moment he saw his silhouette in the snow months ago.
“Let go of me. Please.”
“Do you really intent on leaving without hearing me out?” Sehun tightens his grip and yanks Luhan’s stiff body closer against his reluctance; getting a low, unfriendly growl in return. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
“You apparently don’t know much about me, then.” Luhan fights back, struggling wildly against him and something snaps inside Sehun at his next words, “You’re like every other alpha, fucking around with us like we’re toys. Why did we even start if I’m not good enough for you in the first place? I’m not your plaything. Even if there is some sort of prophecy behind it all, I’m not going to be your mercy case, Sehun. I don’t need it. So let go of me while I’m asking politely.”
Sehun’s taken aback by the sudden outburst, but instead of letting go he just holds still instinctively and looks Luhan in the eye, momentarily shocked by what he actually sees reflexed in his almond-shaped orbs. It’s like staring at a bleeding hole in Luhan’s heart, a wound gushing with twisted emotions and darkness that wasn’t there before; an ugliness of long-repressed fear that distorts his flawless features.
But it’s not everything that hits his senses.
“Your smell…” Sehun mumbles frantically as if suddenly realizing something, pressing his nose to Luhan’s hair without thinking. Everything’s clear and vivid in his mind; Luhan’s slightly sweaty, paper thin skin where he keeps his fingers pressed, the almost painful arch of his back as Sehun holds his small body in place; warm come leaking from between his legs and dripping on the floor under his furious gaze and long, damp eyelashes. The sensation is so intense it burns. “…You’re in heat. Why couldn't I smell it earlier?”
“Let me go!” Luhan shouts, trying to push him away with his free hand. “Sehun!”
“I will show you how much I yearn for you, if you don’t want any more words.” The other growls in reply, not quite recognizing his own voice. “I know you're ready to take me again, so wet and eager...”
His instincts are sharper, too, and when Luhan makes a slightest move he interprets as trying to take his chances and break free from the merciless grip of his fists, Sehun twists his arms behind his back in a flash and bites hard into his neck in warning. Sharp teeth break skin and Luhan stills, genuinely frightened now.
“Sehun…Sehun…” Some more pressure is applied and Luhan feels his muscles going numb from pain. “Please stop… you will break my arm. Please…”
“On all fours.” He hears the other command. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
Luhan freezes helplessly. The reason why preadolescent wolves are not allowed to mount their partners has never really occurred to him, but now that his bones are on the verge of breaking and Sehun treats him like he knows he wouldn't in the right presence of mind, the realization slowly dawns. He remembers talking about it with Baekhyun once, a few weeks after the boy joined their pack - there was an accident in his previous herd, a group of young wolves literally tore apart one of the omegas in heat when their elders failed to pay enough attention. He ran away soon afterwards, scared for his own safety.
It isn’t something Luhan, as an omega, will ever be able to experience himself, or even truly understand for that matter, but even fully grown and emotionally mature alpha wolves have problems with restraint while mounting attractive and exceptionally good smelling partners; Kris taught them as much. Sehun is young and inexperienced, his emotions easily swayed by the slightest stimulation. In all honesty, Luhan has no idea how to deal with his current situation. Fighting is out of the question; Sehun would crush him like a bug.
It is all his fault, and the only idea that comes to his mind is to open his legs obediently and hope he won’t get killed.
“Sehun, please. I will do everything you want, just - “ Luhan’s panicked voice turns into a scream of horror and agony when a bone snaps. His vision goes dark and he’s only remotely aware of his limp body hitting ground a second later.
Chapter 8
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kai/Kyungsoo, Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wolf!AU, drama, mpreg, M/M , M/F
Warnings: knotting, mild violence
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary:: Luhan's the most beautiful and cherished omega in the pack. Comparing to Sehun he's as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer - and more desirable than any treasure a man can ever possess.
Chapter 8
''Can I ask you something?'' Sehun nuzzles his cheek into Luhan's messy hair the next day, both of them still lying naked in the small, dark room with little interest in going anywhere. ''I don't know if I should, but I feel like for some reason I have to know.''
''Hunnie?''
Sehun hugs him from behind just like the last night when Luhan fell asleep in his arms, bodies entwined and laced together in tight embrace. Except now that they're both nude and his half-hard member presses in the small of Luhan's back, glistering with come, the atmosphere of tense uncertainty shifts to satiated stillness, making them feel safer than ever, happier than ever. Full and complete.
Luhan turns his head a little to peek at Sehun's face and the silver-haired male can't help but pull him even closer, mouth on his flushed cheek.
''That night when you went in heat and...Xiumin spent some time with you,'' Sehun says slowly, careful to keep his tone neutral as he feels Luhan's small body tensing. ''I felt your pain. I didn't know what happened between you or whether he made you suffer on purpose, but I could feel your anguish radiating in my every bone. It was excruciating.''
Luhan doesn't say anything but he grabs Sehun's hands, circled around his waist, and gives them a squeeze.
''I'm sorry for asking. It's just that...''
''I know. It's alright.'' Luhan doesn't let go of his hands. ''Xiumin...from the very beginning, he wanted to make me his mate. I knew that I could never return his feelings, that even if he forced me to submit we'd never be alright. That our cubs - if we were to have any - however innocent, wouldn't grow up entwined by love every child needs. I never told him any of that but I pushed him away when he confessed his love and this is not something easily forgotten. Or forgiven.''
''What happened in the hut?''
Luhan bites his lip, ashamed. Sehun deserves to know and there is no point in hiding the truth but something about this makes him nervous, like a small piece of him still fears that what Xiumin said might actually come true in the end.
''I can just guess that after all this time, when he finally got to put his hands on me and with Kris' permission on top of that, he wanted...expected...for it to be enjoyable.'' Luhan struggles, cheeks burning. ''But it didn't. I couldn't hide my hatred then, I don't know why but I just couldn't. My resentment humiliated him and he wanted to humiliate me in return.''
Sehun stills. ''Humiliate you?''
''He was hurt and jealous of you. I know how it's like, to be jealous of someone you love the most.'' Luhan says shyly, closing his eyes. ''I...I guess I can't really blame him for that. But then he said...that he wants to make a baby with me, so that we're forever apart. Me and you. And that you'll have to...find someone else...someone you'd like more than me.''
''There is no one I could possibly love more than I love you, Luhan.''
''How about a female omega? Isn't that something every alpha desires the most?'' Luhan blurts before he stops himself. ''...I'm sorry.'' he adds instantly, but it's already too late to take his silly question back and he's horrified to feel Sehun pulling away, just a little but enough to open a dark hole in Luhan's heart.
Suddenly it strikes him like a bolt of lightning and a punch to the gut all at the same time, the realization that he is probably not what Sehun had expected when he set out for his journey. There's a suffocating aura of guilt around the silver-haired male as Luhan's question hangs in the air unanswered and he feels tears pricking at his eyes because he's just stupid, stupid and naive.
Of course Sehun wasn't expecting his destined Sun to be a thin, weak boy while the legend spoke of a beautiful maiden.
Luhan doesn't want to cry because of that. He doesn't want to become even more of a failure than he already is.
''You thought that the Little Sun is going to be a female,'' he states instead, forcing his voice to stay calm. Sehun barely touches him now and suddenly Luhan feels bare and vulnerable in his presence so he grabs his crumpled robe and covers his back with it in a miserable attempt to regain some dignity. ''I'm sorry for disappointing you.''
''Luhan...''
The golden-haired male winces when he feels a weak tug at his shoulder. ''I'm not mistaken, am I? Please don't lie.''
Sehun lets go of him and sensing him moving even further away, Luhan covers his mouth with a hand not to start weeping.
''You've yearned for a female omega, didn't you?''
You might love me like no one else now that you know that I am the Sun, but you desire something I cannot give you, a malicious voice in his head adds and Luhan doesn't even know why he stubbornly, masochistically pursues this matter any further.
''I'm sorry.'' Sehun says, voice distant and laced with guilt. Luhan knows there's not much he can add now to make things better.
He imagines Sehun's hands cupping soft breasts of a beautiful lady, big and round and full of milk to feed his cubs with; his elegant, bowed back when he leans closer to them and catches a nipple between his teeth. Slight movements of his vivid Adam's apple when he suckles and drinks her milk and at the same time fingers her special place, a wet cavern much warmer and slicker than what Luhan has to offer.
There is nothing he can say to that.
''I'm sorry.'' Sehun repeats but Luhan doesn't hear his words anymore.
✤✤✤
“You know what feels good?” Chanyeol purrs, arranging Baekhyun on the cot so that his mate lies on his back comfortably, soft furs supporting his lower back and head. “That you are mine. No one else can have you, and even if they wanted to…”
“Chan - ah!”
“…fuck you, they can’t. You’re mine to toy with as I please, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Baekhyun spasms when Chanyeol’s teeth sink in the soft flesh of his neck, piercing skin. There’s always been something canine about Chanyeol even while in human form, and as his mate Baekhyun’s more than thrilled to discover that his true wildness starts showing only now, when they’re together.
Chanyeol’s newfound brutality of sorts is both exciting and slightly alarming, but Baekhyun’s never been one to turn off a challenge.
“Oh yeah? Better make sure I’m yours. If I decide otherwise, who knows? Maybe I’ll spend my next heat with someone who does it better than you.”
He knows it’s risky and he might even get attacked, for his mate’s not thinking straight while his nostrils are full of Baekhyun’s scent, but it’s all too tempting not to try. And he’s tough, he will survive quite a few blows.
Except that Chanyeol doesn’t hit him, just stares even more intently, devouring and ravishing.
“You want me to force you into obedience, hm?” Chanyeol bruises Baekhyun’s thighs with every clumsy attempt to open his unwilling mate’s legs, but the other’s equally determined not to let him win too easily. Baekhyun smells so good he almost rips his skin open out of sheer need. “You should be grateful omegas rank high in our pack. Kris is generous and considerate, but in other tribes you’d live just to serve the alphas.”
“Fucking not enough for you?” Baekhyun taunts and kicks Chanyeol in the stomach, knocking air out of his lungs when the other tries to reach between his legs. “Aren’t you greedy. What else would you want us to do, then? How could we serve our purpose to the fullest?”
Baekhyun takes a moment to appreciate how Chanyeol doesn’t fall for his bait and instead of getting violent, simply holds him in place with determination painted all over his face. Lust, too.
He’s so perfect.
“You know as well as I do…” Chanyeol half-whispers and half-hisses, licking his lips libidinously. “That I could show you off right now, do things to you with the rest watching you struggle and scream. Or force you to put out a show for us with another omega, which I know you wouldn’t fancy all that much. Or would you? How about licking into Kyungsoo’s full mouth in front of the pack? I can almost hear all those small whimpers and needy wails of you both in my head, not a bad idea at all. My inner insensitive self may even be persuaded into making that happen.”
“Chanyeol!”
Thoroughly scandalized, Baekhyun lets his guard down and Chanyeol doesn’t waste any second in turning his momentary weakness against him, pinning his weaker mate to the ground and spreading his legs mercilessly.
“Are you really fantasizing about me and Kyungsoo, Yeol?” Baekhyun growls just before their lips meet, the vibrato pulsating warmly through Chanyeol’s veins. “Really. I thought I knew you well enough…’’
“Whatever you say, darling. But look who just got bigger at the thought down there. You’re just as guilty.”
“Idiot.”
✤✤✤
Chanyeol’s rough and fast, but Baekhyun wouldn’t have him any other way, not when they are pressed together all sweaty and needy, joined and yet still craving for more contact.
“I have always wanted you,” Chanyeol pants in his ear, movements erratic. His body’s heavy on Baekhyun’s back. “I wanted to mate with you the moment I saw you…your eyes, that peachy shade of your skin, the way you smiled at me when we were alone. Everything about you made me crazy. It’s a relief I won you in the end.”
“Won me?” Baekhyun mewls, slightly confused. There’s so much going on inside him, Chanyeol’s so big and swollen, it’s hard to concentrate. “What do you mean?”
He knows it’s happening when Chanyeol doesn’t stop growing inside him, getting so impossibly big it’s almost insufferable, painful and stingy. He tries to squirm away but his mate keeps him firmly in place, ignoring every pathetic whine that escapes Baekhyun’s mouth and kissing his neck apologetically. “I know it hurts, baby. Just hold on.”
“You didn’t…answer…” Baekhyun hisses through gritted teeth. This is the first time they do it and he knows it’s unavoidable, but at the same time he can’t help feeling slightly uneasy and anxious, afraid they might never separate if his mate keeps getting bigger and bigger inside him. His senses tell him to fight and try to get away, but he forces himself to stay calm and takes a few deep breaths. Chanyeol’s very careful about it and Baekhyun can tell he’s doing his best not to hurt him, so he doesn’t say anything more, just waits and gives him all his trust.
“Didn’t you know? Kris was the first one who wanted to mate with you.”
Baekhyun almost misses it, so lost in the mixture of pain and pleasure that his brain seems to be stuck on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. When it sinks, however, his eyes widen with shock. “…What?”
Chanyeol doesn’t stop thrusting shallowly and it hurts, but now that this new information starts circulating Baekhyun finds himself going numb slowly.
“I thought you knew,” his mate sighs and pulls Baekhyun up onto his lap a moment later, kissing his temple as he does. “After he spent so much time with you during and after your first heat, it became obvious to all of us. He made advances towards you, wanted to have you. Keep you. I can’t believe you never noticed.”
“You’re wrong.” Baekhyun whispers, letting Chanyeol scatter small kisses on his nape, painfully aware that the knot is still ridiculously huge inside him. He’s careful not to move too much, trusting Chanyeol to support his body and seat him in the most comfortable position as they wait until it’s over. “He is just…he just…wanted to take care of me, because he was afraid no one else would.”
“What? Kris told you that?”
“He didn’t have to. A pair of eyes and good nose is all I need to judge the situation, Yeol. I’m not beautiful like Luhan nor strong like Tao, there is nothing that could make me worthy of the leader. Or anyone, really. I’m just…me. An insignificant creature that never does much to stand out.”
"You couldn't be more wrong."
"..."
Chanyeol resists the urge to rock him gently, instead carefully gathering Baekhyun in his arms and laying him down on the ground. This new position allows the other male to rest on his side with Chanyeol behind him, strained muscles relaxing immediately.
Baekhyun rewards this initiative with a contented sigh and a soft pat to Chanyeol’s arm. “Thanks.”
He doesn’t know how long it will take and the thought scares him a little, but there’s nothing to be done now. Baekhyun decides to concentrate on breathing away the tension and inhaling his mate’s comforting scent, nuzzling his nose into Chanyeol’s hand as they lie in complete silence, waiting.
“Baek?”
“Hm?”
“Just so you know, you’re wrong about Kris. Not to mention that you underestimate yourself as always. Believe me or not, but I’m not the only man in the pack who perceives you as quite unique.”
“Funny that we talk about this in such circumstances.”
Chanyeol chuckles.
“A little.”
✤✤✤
”Chanyeol…’’ Baekhyun whispers, voice shaky. “Do you know…how long it will take?”
He sounds so young and insecure, and his little nose pressing to Chanyeol’s hand is so adorable it makes the other man want to squeeze the life out of him right where they lie. Baekhyun’s ridiculously cute on the outside, short and soft and handy; but among the two of them it’s probably Chanyeol who’s naturally more cuddly and affectionate during their moments of passion. Baekhyun likes keeping things to himself most of the time, careful not to appear too eager or too stupidly in love; obstinately controlling his face expressions and slender hands that wander down the expanses of Chanyeol’s perfect body when they are together. It’s his agenda to remain a little introvert, and perhaps a way to deal with emotions he’s not yet accustomed with, so Chanyeol doesn’t question it, just beams wholeheartedly every time Baekhyun’s feeling clingy and needy for contact. They are fresh to this, being mated and all. It’s a new start for both of them and more than anything, he just wants to do it right.
“…Yeol?”
This time, though, they couldn’t separate even if they wanted to. And Baekhyun most certainly looks like he’d jump up and run away the second Chanyeol’s dick softens inside him, which makes his mate more than a little nervous.
“Baby, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, not like this. It should be over soon enough, so why don’t you just try to relax for a little longer? I know it's hard, but you’re doing very well.”
“It’s really uncomfortable, though.” Baekhyun admits with a quiet sigh, puff of warm air hitting the inside of Chanyeol’s hand. He wriggles weakly, almost imperceptibly. “And it hurts.”
“I know.”
“You’re making it up to me after it’s over.”
Baekhyun raises his head then, sticking out his chin nonchalantly, and Chanyeol pecks his jaw quickly in apology. “I know. I love you so much, you know I’d do anything to make you happy.”
“Cheesy.”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to say right now.” Chanyeol giggles and strokes a hand down Baekhyun’s side tenderly. “Try again?”
“I love you too.”
And a little pain is a small price to pay for having your cubs, is what Baekhyun thinks in his heart but doesn't say aloud.
✤✤✤
When Sehun tries to reach for him Luhan averts his eyes and gently pushes his hand away. There’s no trace of resentment in the action, just genuine sadness and vulnerability of abandonment Sehun can’t bear to acknowledge just yet. Luhan feels himself shrinking under his apologetic expression, numb and cold and too wrecked to think straight.
''Luhan - ”
“It’s alright, you don’t have to say anything more.”
You shouldn't say anything more, his clenched lips says as he picks up his creased, dirty robe and makes for the door in a split of second, so fast Sehun almost fails to react in time. But he does, hand shooting forward and encircling around the other boy’s thin forearm just in time to stop him from leaving for good.
Luhan looks at him then and suddenly it strikes Sehun how thin he is, how tired and bony and hollow in the cheeks; looking more like a ghost of a person than that gracious, breathlessly beautiful living being he fell in love with the moment he saw his silhouette in the snow months ago.
“Let go of me. Please.”
“Do you really intent on leaving without hearing me out?” Sehun tightens his grip and yanks Luhan’s stiff body closer against his reluctance; getting a low, unfriendly growl in return. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
“You apparently don’t know much about me, then.” Luhan fights back, struggling wildly against him and something snaps inside Sehun at his next words, “You’re like every other alpha, fucking around with us like we’re toys. Why did we even start if I’m not good enough for you in the first place? I’m not your plaything. Even if there is some sort of prophecy behind it all, I’m not going to be your mercy case, Sehun. I don’t need it. So let go of me while I’m asking politely.”
Sehun’s taken aback by the sudden outburst, but instead of letting go he just holds still instinctively and looks Luhan in the eye, momentarily shocked by what he actually sees reflexed in his almond-shaped orbs. It’s like staring at a bleeding hole in Luhan’s heart, a wound gushing with twisted emotions and darkness that wasn’t there before; an ugliness of long-repressed fear that distorts his flawless features.
But it’s not everything that hits his senses.
“Your smell…” Sehun mumbles frantically as if suddenly realizing something, pressing his nose to Luhan’s hair without thinking. Everything’s clear and vivid in his mind; Luhan’s slightly sweaty, paper thin skin where he keeps his fingers pressed, the almost painful arch of his back as Sehun holds his small body in place; warm come leaking from between his legs and dripping on the floor under his furious gaze and long, damp eyelashes. The sensation is so intense it burns. “…You’re in heat. Why couldn't I smell it earlier?”
“Let me go!” Luhan shouts, trying to push him away with his free hand. “Sehun!”
“I will show you how much I yearn for you, if you don’t want any more words.” The other growls in reply, not quite recognizing his own voice. “I know you're ready to take me again, so wet and eager...”
His instincts are sharper, too, and when Luhan makes a slightest move he interprets as trying to take his chances and break free from the merciless grip of his fists, Sehun twists his arms behind his back in a flash and bites hard into his neck in warning. Sharp teeth break skin and Luhan stills, genuinely frightened now.
“Sehun…Sehun…” Some more pressure is applied and Luhan feels his muscles going numb from pain. “Please stop… you will break my arm. Please…”
“On all fours.” He hears the other command. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
Luhan freezes helplessly. The reason why preadolescent wolves are not allowed to mount their partners has never really occurred to him, but now that his bones are on the verge of breaking and Sehun treats him like he knows he wouldn't in the right presence of mind, the realization slowly dawns. He remembers talking about it with Baekhyun once, a few weeks after the boy joined their pack - there was an accident in his previous herd, a group of young wolves literally tore apart one of the omegas in heat when their elders failed to pay enough attention. He ran away soon afterwards, scared for his own safety.
It isn’t something Luhan, as an omega, will ever be able to experience himself, or even truly understand for that matter, but even fully grown and emotionally mature alpha wolves have problems with restraint while mounting attractive and exceptionally good smelling partners; Kris taught them as much. Sehun is young and inexperienced, his emotions easily swayed by the slightest stimulation. In all honesty, Luhan has no idea how to deal with his current situation. Fighting is out of the question; Sehun would crush him like a bug.
It is all his fault, and the only idea that comes to his mind is to open his legs obediently and hope he won’t get killed.
“Sehun, please. I will do everything you want, just - “ Luhan’s panicked voice turns into a scream of horror and agony when a bone snaps. His vision goes dark and he’s only remotely aware of his limp body hitting ground a second later.
Chapter 8