This is your non-con warning folks. Nicky is not in for a good time.
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Merrick, at first, had wanted to keep Nicky for himself. Nicky could practically see the inner struggle he had, various emotions playing out over his face as he thought through different scenarios. He’d lain a sweaty hand over Nicky’s ankle, between his sock and cuff of his pants, and gripped tight. Nicky could only stare impassively back, waiting for the verdict.
Merrick came to a decision within minutes. Almost regretfully, he skimmed a touch up over Nicky’s knee to his thigh, making Nicky twitch in his restraints, fighting the urge to lash out. Only Joe could touch him like that. Only Joe.
“You have all the samples you need?” Merrick had asked, not looking away from Nicky’s face. He’d licked his lips.
Dr Kozak had paused, before agreeing.
“Good. I have a call I need to make.” And with that, Merrick had squeezed Nicky’s thigh, and left.
Nicky had made eye contact with Dr Kozak before she’d turned away. There had been pity, for a second, but then her gaze had closed off, and her hands were steady as she typed on her keyboard.
~~~
Nicky had been sedated, after that, a needle in his wrist steadily pumping tranquiliser into his bloodstream so he wouldn’t wake. He has no way of knowing how long he’d been under. It could’ve been hours, or days, or even weeks. He could’ve died of dehydration if they hadn’t dripped him liquid him intravenously and he would’ve revived, and he never would’ve known. He hopes it’s only been hours, or days. Weeks would mean that the chances of the team finding him are low. They would’ve found him by now if there had been any trace of him.
There’s no way to tell what day it is, or even what time of day it is. Nicky’s hungry, and thirsty, but he’s starved to death before, and he’s died of dehydration even more. He doesn’t like it, but he can endure the sharp stomach pains and the painfully dry mouth if he has to. He tests his bonds further, even though he’s pretty sure what the outcome is going to be—he’s proven right when they show no signs of strain as he pulls on them. The chains are too tight for him to get much leverage anyway, with only an inch or two of give, his legs spread not uncomfortably wide and arms to either side. The only chain that isn’t short is the one connected to what feels like a thin collar, but he can’t do much with that. With nothing to do, he just rests, and tries to keep his mind off what may follow if no rescue comes.
The door opening jolts him out of his almost meditative state he’s fallen into, and he stares up at the ceiling as the scent of whiskey and pungent cigar smoke winds in his nostrils.
This time, the Alpha does not gently run his fingers through his hair, but grabs a fistful of it and jerks Nicky’s head back. “So what Merrick told me is true,” he murmurs, eyes tracing over Nicky’s unharmed cheekbone. He smiles, something sick, and lustful. Nicky’s stomach turns, but his face betrays nothing of what he’s feeling.
The Alpha sits next to Nicky, the bed dipping underneath him. He’s changed his shirt, and his right hand has a heavily bandaged index finger. “Papercut?” Nicky asks sweetly, and gets backhanded viciously for his snark.
The Alpha sighs. “Your last Alpha was far too lenient with you,” he says, reaching out for Nicky’s mating bite on his neck. Every hair on Nicky’s body stands up on end and he jerks away as far as he can, teeth bared, but he cannot get very far. “But don’t worry, Koyla, I will make you realise your full potential.”
Nicky cannot help the whine that escapes his throat as the Alpha touches his mating mark, and he thrashes in his bonds, feeling sick to his core. No-one else but your mate is to touch you there. It’s such a violation that Nicky might actually vomit.
“Deep,” the Alpha says like he’s commenting on the weather while Nicky writhes in disgust. “No matter. Nothing cannot be overcome with some hard work and perseverance,” he says, pressing his nails into the mark and making Nicky’s back bow, a horrified cry falling from his lips. “And a little interference,” the Alpha continues happily. He lets his hand fall and Nicky collapses back onto the mattress.
“Others have tried before,” Nicky says, gasping for breath. “They regretted it. Do you think you could do what many have failed to do before you? What me and my Alpha has is centuries deep, it cannot just be overcome by some selfish desire to rule another’s body.”
The Alpha smiles, pulling a slim case from his pocket. He snaps it open and pulls out a syringe, tapping the glass delicately with a finger to erase any bubbles in the light blue liquid. “Yes it can,” he says simply, “And once Merrick unlocks the secret in you and your friend’s bodies, we will have an eternity together, little Kolya.”
Nicky eyes the syringe suspiciously, but cannot pull away from it anymore that he had pulled away from the Alpha’s touch on his bond mark. It plunges into his neck and he feels the liquid burning in his bloodstream, and he grits his teeth against it, hoping that the team would find him soon.
~~~
The Alpha stays, humming Russian lullabies as whatever he has injected into Nicky begins to take effect. At first it is only a slight change in Nicky’s body temperature, but then suddenly it is searing heat, painful tightness in his stomach and an unbearable emptiness, a need to be held down and filled, both by knot and fangs. Nicky sweats through it, refusing to whimper or whine, biting through his lower lip until it bleeds down over his chin.
Tsking, the Alpha pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes at it. Nicky makes another attempt to bite, but the heat inducing drug has weakened his normally sharp reflexes, and the Alpha pulls away before he can sink his teeth into his flesh.
“Still so feisty,” he chuckles, and Nicky shuts his eyes tight, muffling a cry as a cramp ravages his stomach. He’s endured plenty of heats before, the vast majority of them with Joe, and his mate has always made them bearable, even enjoyable. They’re never like this—dry, acrid heat, stabbing daggers to his insides and uncomfortable, painful arousal that leaves him wanting to just slit his own throat and die. It feels wrong, made even worse by the strange Alpha observing him as Nicky clenches against the slick that threatens to leak from him. Just the fact that he’s hard between his legs makes him want to scream.
“You smell exquisite,” the Alpha says, taking a deep, slow breath. His pupils blow out and Nicky can see his fangs glinting behind his lips. The only reason Nicky’s artificial heat hasn’t put him into rut is the fact that Nicky is mated, and his heat scent is too infused with Joe’s to induce one in any other Alpha than his mate. “But you will smell even better when you scent of me.”
Nicky just turns his face away, gritting his teeth against another cramp.
“Hm,” the Alpha says. “You are a strong one. A wonder if it is just because you are male, or just because you are particularly stubborn.”
It’s because you disgust me, Nicky wants to say, but he’s afraid if he opens his mouth, it will be whimpers that spill forth.
“Perhaps you just need some time alone to think,” the Alpha says, patting his shoulder. “I understand. This is a bit of a change for you, isn’t it? Having an Alpha who will keep you under control. I’ll just give you something to tide you over to clear your thoughts, Koyla, be a good omega now.” Nicky’s entire body tenses as another needle is pushed into his neck, and this time it doesn’t take minutes for the heat to ravage his body. Within seconds he cannot stop the desperate keen that escapes his mouth, and slick spills from between his legs, sweet and cloying.
The touch to his hip makes him jolt in his bonds, and he snarls at the strange Alpha who dares touch him, sweat soaked hair in his eyes. The Alpha only chuckles at him and gives him one last pat. “Till the morrow, Nicholai. We will see what you think of me then.”
~~~
Nicky burns with heat. He alternates from trying to swallow down cries of pain and desperation, to trying to hump the air, his cock so hard it hurts, so much slick dripping from him that it coats the back of his thighs and soaks into the sheets below him. His mind threatens to be overcome, but he fights the heat-fog tooth and nail, grinding his teeth together so hard they creak, his every thought clinging to Joe, to Yusuf. His bond to his mate is centuries deep, he tells himself—Yusuf is not only his other half but a part of him, in his blood and flesh and bone, what they have is true and eternal, and cannot be broken by some chemical shot into Nicky’s veins. He will not beg for another Alpha’s knot, even if it kills him more times than he can count. He won’t desecrate their bond like that.
The Alpha comes back every now and then, and every time Nicky turns away from him, his scent grows sharper with impatience, and he injects Nicky with more and more heat inducing drugs. It could be hours or days or weeks that Nicky fights against the artificial heat, so strong that he thinks he does die of dehydration only to come right back into the throes of it. His vision blurs and he thinks he vomits, and a few times he hallucinates strange apparitions, but he doesn’t give in.
“How about today, my pet?” The Alpha asks, and Nicky stares up at him through blurry eyes. His body has been torn apart from the devastating heat that’s been forced upon him, and everything aches down to his marrow. His lower half feels almost numb, and he just wants to die. He’s so addled that he can hardly understand the words spoken by the Alpha, but just the same, he turns his face away.
But this time, it seems like he has finally broken the Alpha’s patience. The man snarls, and grabs his chin in his hand, jerking Nicky’s flushed and sweaty face around. “You will say yes to me,” he growls, eyes flashing red.
Nicky spits in his face.
The Alpha pulls back, his eyes closed. He wipes at his cheek, fist trembling with anger, and lowers his hand. “Fine,” he says, “you want to do this the hard way, then by all means, we will do this the hard way.”
He climbs on top of Nicky, and even though Nicky feels like he has no strength in his body, wrung out and left to dry, he manages to buck at the weight over his thighs. The Alpha hits him across the face and he sees stars, unable to fight as his sweat soaked shirt is ripped from him. Greedy, rough hands run down his chest and trembling stomach, and Nicky whines, high and pleading. He wants his mate. He wants Yusuf’s cool, gentle hands, his loving words and beautiful brown eyes, and not the brute on top of him.
His pants and underwear are ripped from his legs, and Nicky arches, his eyes unseeing as the Alpha grabs at his cock and squeezes. Even the painful touch is pleasurable, and he lets out his first dry sob, the sound tearing from his throat. “No.”
“Yes,” the Alpha hisses, settling between Nicky’s thighs. Nicky is exhausted, completely drained from hunger and thirst and heat, but he still manages to struggle, small, helpless wriggles as his legs are spread as far as the chains will allow, and his thighs hooked over the Alpha’s. Fingers dig into his left hip, slipping through his sweat, as the Alpha fumbles with his belt and fly.
“No,” Nicky says again, fists tugging weakly at the shackles around his wrists. “No.”
“You’re so wet for me, Koyla,” the Alpha sneers. “You say no but your body says yes. Let me catch your brain up with your hole.”
Nicky’s sob is choked off as he’s penetrated roughly. It doesn’t hurt physically—he’s too loose and open and wet from the dizzying amount of drugs he’s been pumped full of, but he feels something inside him crack even as his body gives what feels like a groan of release at being filled. He gags and sobs as he feels the drag of the Alpha’s cock against his insides, pulling out so he can slam back in.
Nicky’s shoved up the sheets inches with the force of the thrust, his ankles aching against the pull of the metal restraints. Rough hands grip his waist, digging in bruises as the Alpha leans over him, his eyes red and crazed as he fucks Nicky ruthlessly, the sounds of Nicky’s keening sobs and the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room.
The worst thing is not the Alpha’s cock violating him, or his greedy gaze as he drinks in Nicky’s expression, or even the pain of the artificial heat wrecking his body. It’s the pleasure that sparks up Nicky's spine with every awful thrust, every movement sending white hot fire into his belly and cock, making him leak slick everywhere. It’s the betrayal of his own body that makes Nicky wail to the ceiling, his eyes blurred with tears.
“You like that, baby, don’t you?” The Alpha is saying, grunting between words. “Finally feeling a real Alpha fuck you. Wait until you get my knot, and then you’ll really be screaming.” He grins with his fangs fully on display, the perfect coif of his blond hair ruined as it falls messily over his forehead.
“Stop,” Nicky pleads, tears streaking down the sides of his face. He’s slipped out of Russian into Genoese; he doesn’t know when, everything is a chaotic mess inside his head, pleasure and horror and pain and grief and betrayal all tumbled together in a cloud of heat-fog. The cock fucking him open begins to swell, a knot catching at his soaked rim, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight, feeling nauseated. But he can’t stop his body’s instinct to clench down around it, and it’s the last straw when the Alpha’s knot locks inside of him and the tightness in his stomach uncoils into an explosive orgasm.
He spurts cum up over his own stomach as the Alpha growls and grinds forward into him with the first stream of hot cum flooding him inside. Nicky’s eyes roll up into the back of his head, and he passes out to the feeling of fangs sliding into the side of his neck. Yusuf, is his last thought. Forgive me.
FILL: Re: to pluck a flower: Joe/Nicky, A/B/O Verse, Dark 2/?
~~~
Merrick, at first, had wanted to keep Nicky for himself. Nicky could practically see the inner struggle he had, various emotions playing out over his face as he thought through different scenarios. He’d lain a sweaty hand over Nicky’s ankle, between his sock and cuff of his pants, and gripped tight. Nicky could only stare impassively back, waiting for the verdict.
Merrick came to a decision within minutes. Almost regretfully, he skimmed a touch up over Nicky’s knee to his thigh, making Nicky twitch in his restraints, fighting the urge to lash out. Only Joe could touch him like that. Only Joe.
“You have all the samples you need?” Merrick had asked, not looking away from Nicky’s face. He’d licked his lips.
Dr Kozak had paused, before agreeing.
“Good. I have a call I need to make.” And with that, Merrick had squeezed Nicky’s thigh, and left.
Nicky had made eye contact with Dr Kozak before she’d turned away. There had been pity, for a second, but then her gaze had closed off, and her hands were steady as she typed on her keyboard.
~~~
Nicky had been sedated, after that, a needle in his wrist steadily pumping tranquiliser into his bloodstream so he wouldn’t wake. He has no way of knowing how long he’d been under. It could’ve been hours, or days, or even weeks. He could’ve died of dehydration if they hadn’t dripped him liquid him intravenously and he would’ve revived, and he never would’ve known. He hopes it’s only been hours, or days. Weeks would mean that the chances of the team finding him are low. They would’ve found him by now if there had been any trace of him.
There’s no way to tell what day it is, or even what time of day it is. Nicky’s hungry, and thirsty, but he’s starved to death before, and he’s died of dehydration even more. He doesn’t like it, but he can endure the sharp stomach pains and the painfully dry mouth if he has to. He tests his bonds further, even though he’s pretty sure what the outcome is going to be—he’s proven right when they show no signs of strain as he pulls on them. The chains are too tight for him to get much leverage anyway, with only an inch or two of give, his legs spread not uncomfortably wide and arms to either side. The only chain that isn’t short is the one connected to what feels like a thin collar, but he can’t do much with that. With nothing to do, he just rests, and tries to keep his mind off what may follow if no rescue comes.
The door opening jolts him out of his almost meditative state he’s fallen into, and he stares up at the ceiling as the scent of whiskey and pungent cigar smoke winds in his nostrils.
This time, the Alpha does not gently run his fingers through his hair, but grabs a fistful of it and jerks Nicky’s head back. “So what Merrick told me is true,” he murmurs, eyes tracing over Nicky’s unharmed cheekbone. He smiles, something sick, and lustful. Nicky’s stomach turns, but his face betrays nothing of what he’s feeling.
The Alpha sits next to Nicky, the bed dipping underneath him. He’s changed his shirt, and his right hand has a heavily bandaged index finger. “Papercut?” Nicky asks sweetly, and gets backhanded viciously for his snark.
The Alpha sighs. “Your last Alpha was far too lenient with you,” he says, reaching out for Nicky’s mating bite on his neck. Every hair on Nicky’s body stands up on end and he jerks away as far as he can, teeth bared, but he cannot get very far. “But don’t worry, Koyla, I will make you realise your full potential.”
Nicky cannot help the whine that escapes his throat as the Alpha touches his mating mark, and he thrashes in his bonds, feeling sick to his core. No-one else but your mate is to touch you there. It’s such a violation that Nicky might actually vomit.
“Deep,” the Alpha says like he’s commenting on the weather while Nicky writhes in disgust. “No matter. Nothing cannot be overcome with some hard work and perseverance,” he says, pressing his nails into the mark and making Nicky’s back bow, a horrified cry falling from his lips. “And a little interference,” the Alpha continues happily. He lets his hand fall and Nicky collapses back onto the mattress.
“Others have tried before,” Nicky says, gasping for breath. “They regretted it. Do you think you could do what many have failed to do before you? What me and my Alpha has is centuries deep, it cannot just be overcome by some selfish desire to rule another’s body.”
The Alpha smiles, pulling a slim case from his pocket. He snaps it open and pulls out a syringe, tapping the glass delicately with a finger to erase any bubbles in the light blue liquid. “Yes it can,” he says simply, “And once Merrick unlocks the secret in you and your friend’s bodies, we will have an eternity together, little Kolya.”
Nicky eyes the syringe suspiciously, but cannot pull away from it anymore that he had pulled away from the Alpha’s touch on his bond mark. It plunges into his neck and he feels the liquid burning in his bloodstream, and he grits his teeth against it, hoping that the team would find him soon.
~~~
The Alpha stays, humming Russian lullabies as whatever he has injected into Nicky begins to take effect. At first it is only a slight change in Nicky’s body temperature, but then suddenly it is searing heat, painful tightness in his stomach and an unbearable emptiness, a need to be held down and filled, both by knot and fangs. Nicky sweats through it, refusing to whimper or whine, biting through his lower lip until it bleeds down over his chin.
Tsking, the Alpha pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes at it. Nicky makes another attempt to bite, but the heat inducing drug has weakened his normally sharp reflexes, and the Alpha pulls away before he can sink his teeth into his flesh.
“Still so feisty,” he chuckles, and Nicky shuts his eyes tight, muffling a cry as a cramp ravages his stomach. He’s endured plenty of heats before, the vast majority of them with Joe, and his mate has always made them bearable, even enjoyable. They’re never like this—dry, acrid heat, stabbing daggers to his insides and uncomfortable, painful arousal that leaves him wanting to just slit his own throat and die. It feels wrong, made even worse by the strange Alpha observing him as Nicky clenches against the slick that threatens to leak from him. Just the fact that he’s hard between his legs makes him want to scream.
“You smell exquisite,” the Alpha says, taking a deep, slow breath. His pupils blow out and Nicky can see his fangs glinting behind his lips. The only reason Nicky’s artificial heat hasn’t put him into rut is the fact that Nicky is mated, and his heat scent is too infused with Joe’s to induce one in any other Alpha than his mate. “But you will smell even better when you scent of me.”
Nicky just turns his face away, gritting his teeth against another cramp.
“Hm,” the Alpha says. “You are a strong one. A wonder if it is just because you are male, or just because you are particularly stubborn.”
It’s because you disgust me, Nicky wants to say, but he’s afraid if he opens his mouth, it will be whimpers that spill forth.
“Perhaps you just need some time alone to think,” the Alpha says, patting his shoulder. “I understand. This is a bit of a change for you, isn’t it? Having an Alpha who will keep you under control. I’ll just give you something to tide you over to clear your thoughts, Koyla, be a good omega now.” Nicky’s entire body tenses as another needle is pushed into his neck, and this time it doesn’t take minutes for the heat to ravage his body. Within seconds he cannot stop the desperate keen that escapes his mouth, and slick spills from between his legs, sweet and cloying.
The touch to his hip makes him jolt in his bonds, and he snarls at the strange Alpha who dares touch him, sweat soaked hair in his eyes. The Alpha only chuckles at him and gives him one last pat. “Till the morrow, Nicholai. We will see what you think of me then.”
~~~
Nicky burns with heat. He alternates from trying to swallow down cries of pain and desperation, to trying to hump the air, his cock so hard it hurts, so much slick dripping from him that it coats the back of his thighs and soaks into the sheets below him. His mind threatens to be overcome, but he fights the heat-fog tooth and nail, grinding his teeth together so hard they creak, his every thought clinging to Joe, to Yusuf. His bond to his mate is centuries deep, he tells himself—Yusuf is not only his other half but a part of him, in his blood and flesh and bone, what they have is true and eternal, and cannot be broken by some chemical shot into Nicky’s veins. He will not beg for another Alpha’s knot, even if it kills him more times than he can count. He won’t desecrate their bond like that.
The Alpha comes back every now and then, and every time Nicky turns away from him, his scent grows sharper with impatience, and he injects Nicky with more and more heat inducing drugs. It could be hours or days or weeks that Nicky fights against the artificial heat, so strong that he thinks he does die of dehydration only to come right back into the throes of it. His vision blurs and he thinks he vomits, and a few times he hallucinates strange apparitions, but he doesn’t give in.
“How about today, my pet?” The Alpha asks, and Nicky stares up at him through blurry eyes. His body has been torn apart from the devastating heat that’s been forced upon him, and everything aches down to his marrow. His lower half feels almost numb, and he just wants to die. He’s so addled that he can hardly understand the words spoken by the Alpha, but just the same, he turns his face away.
But this time, it seems like he has finally broken the Alpha’s patience. The man snarls, and grabs his chin in his hand, jerking Nicky’s flushed and sweaty face around. “You will say yes to me,” he growls, eyes flashing red.
Nicky spits in his face.
The Alpha pulls back, his eyes closed. He wipes at his cheek, fist trembling with anger, and lowers his hand. “Fine,” he says, “you want to do this the hard way, then by all means, we will do this the hard way.”
He climbs on top of Nicky, and even though Nicky feels like he has no strength in his body, wrung out and left to dry, he manages to buck at the weight over his thighs. The Alpha hits him across the face and he sees stars, unable to fight as his sweat soaked shirt is ripped from him. Greedy, rough hands run down his chest and trembling stomach, and Nicky whines, high and pleading. He wants his mate. He wants Yusuf’s cool, gentle hands, his loving words and beautiful brown eyes, and not the brute on top of him.
His pants and underwear are ripped from his legs, and Nicky arches, his eyes unseeing as the Alpha grabs at his cock and squeezes. Even the painful touch is pleasurable, and he lets out his first dry sob, the sound tearing from his throat. “No.”
“Yes,” the Alpha hisses, settling between Nicky’s thighs. Nicky is exhausted, completely drained from hunger and thirst and heat, but he still manages to struggle, small, helpless wriggles as his legs are spread as far as the chains will allow, and his thighs hooked over the Alpha’s. Fingers dig into his left hip, slipping through his sweat, as the Alpha fumbles with his belt and fly.
“No,” Nicky says again, fists tugging weakly at the shackles around his wrists. “No.”
“You’re so wet for me, Koyla,” the Alpha sneers. “You say no but your body says yes. Let me catch your brain up with your hole.”
Nicky’s sob is choked off as he’s penetrated roughly. It doesn’t hurt physically—he’s too loose and open and wet from the dizzying amount of drugs he’s been pumped full of, but he feels something inside him crack even as his body gives what feels like a groan of release at being filled. He gags and sobs as he feels the drag of the Alpha’s cock against his insides, pulling out so he can slam back in.
Nicky’s shoved up the sheets inches with the force of the thrust, his ankles aching against the pull of the metal restraints. Rough hands grip his waist, digging in bruises as the Alpha leans over him, his eyes red and crazed as he fucks Nicky ruthlessly, the sounds of Nicky’s keening sobs and the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room.
The worst thing is not the Alpha’s cock violating him, or his greedy gaze as he drinks in Nicky’s expression, or even the pain of the artificial heat wrecking his body. It’s the pleasure that sparks up Nicky's spine with every awful thrust, every movement sending white hot fire into his belly and cock, making him leak slick everywhere. It’s the betrayal of his own body that makes Nicky wail to the ceiling, his eyes blurred with tears.
“You like that, baby, don’t you?” The Alpha is saying, grunting between words. “Finally feeling a real Alpha fuck you. Wait until you get my knot, and then you’ll really be screaming.” He grins with his fangs fully on display, the perfect coif of his blond hair ruined as it falls messily over his forehead.
“Stop,” Nicky pleads, tears streaking down the sides of his face. He’s slipped out of Russian into Genoese; he doesn’t know when, everything is a chaotic mess inside his head, pleasure and horror and pain and grief and betrayal all tumbled together in a cloud of heat-fog. The cock fucking him open begins to swell, a knot catching at his soaked rim, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight, feeling nauseated. But he can’t stop his body’s instinct to clench down around it, and it’s the last straw when the Alpha’s knot locks inside of him and the tightness in his stomach uncoils into an explosive orgasm.
He spurts cum up over his own stomach as the Alpha growls and grinds forward into him with the first stream of hot cum flooding him inside. Nicky’s eyes roll up into the back of his head, and he passes out to the feeling of fangs sliding into the side of his neck. Yusuf, is his last thought. Forgive me.