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Eddie isn’t sure how it started—but he knows how it’s going to end. One second, he and Buck were puttering around the house, and the next, he and the blond are circling each other, stalking around the coffee table and watching the other. Each breath feels as if it’s going to set off an explosion, each flex of their muscles feels like a challenge; their eyes never leave one another, even as claws replace blunt fingernails, growls suddenly get louder, and teeth are flashed at the other.
Living with Buck—being with Buck—will never not get dull; the guy has been his best friend for years, and slotted himself into Eddie’s life with such ease, it made Eddie dizzy. Of course, they got off to a rough start; Buck’s textbook Alpha posturing hid his vicious fear of being replaced by a steady-headed Alpha, but some simple praise and showing Buck that Eddie had literally been hired for him, Buck was like Alpha goo, all eager and like an excitable puppy. After that shift, Buck nestled into his life, and Eddie never let him leave—not that either of them wanted him to.
They’ve been together for a year, hidden behind carefully constructed retellings of their dates as outings, their sleepovers as bro nights, and careful precision. Neither of them doubts that the team would be fine with it; however, the world may not be. They’re both Alphas, and society is still heavily in the “find an Omega and create more babies” mindset. Their relationship isn’t taboo, but it still plays in their heads. It plagues their minds, makes them think twice before bumping shoulders, or scenting one another thoroughly in the quiet of their home when they know they’ll have to wash it off later on when it comes time for work.
He doesn’t think it’s the catalyst as to them circling in their living room like sharks waiting for the other to crack, or the way Eddie feels his hackles raise. It’s something that started it, but Eddie isn’t entirely sure as to what did. He doesn’t think it’s all that important right now, especially when Buck looks about a second away from jumping over the coffee table and fighting Eddie. He feels the same way, too; his footsteps are soft on the carpet, bare feet padded by the accent rug. He feels like a predator circling a carcass, ready to defend it to the death.
A growl rips from Eddie’s throat as they take another lap around the coffee table, something charged, something primal flashing between them. It seems it’s all that Buck needs to pounce.
He watches Buck leap across the coffee table—more like stepping over it with his long-ass legs—and race toward Eddie, pupils drawn into thin daggers poised in a background of bright blue. Buck’s hands are in front of him, hands flexed and claws catching the light as Eddie meets him halfway. It’s not like he wants to fight with Buck, but something in the back of his mind itches to do so. There’s this pull inside of him, tugging incessantly until Eddie is unable to do anything but answer it.
They meet with a startling amount of force, clawed hands sliding together, pushing at one another, faces mushed together, glaring into each other’s eyes. It’s raw, a dagger to soft flesh, as they force each other back a few steps; it’s a dirty dance, a disjointed choreography that leaves Eddie a bit dizzy as they thrash around the living room. He’s pushing, tugging, and stumbling around the room when Buck surges forward and crashes their lips together. Eddie’s halfway through a growl when Buck’s lips hit his in a messy press of lip and teeth.
Oh, he thinks, kissing back in fervent earnest, drinking down Buck’s growls. So that’s what this is.
One of Buck’s hands escapes his, landing on his lower back, drifting toward his ass, and oh, hell no. It makes Eddie surge forward, snarling deep and loud into Buck’s mouth, grasping Buck’s drifting hand and wrenching it further up his body. Buck keens a mad sound into his mouth, pressing back with such force that it leaves Eddie a bit breathless.
Then, Buck rips his shirt; pushes his claws into the fabric, and tears the back open with a sound that echoes in Eddie’s ears and has him tugging away from the kiss to stare at Buck, who finishes the job. Eddie’s shirt falls off his body and onto the floor in absolute tatters. It’s absolutely shredded, a few small strips still hanging from Buck’s fingers that the blond shakes off, eyes never leaving Eddie’s. He’s pushing, prodding, testing how far Eddie will go. It’s clear the destruction of his shirt plays into something bigger that has Eddie stalking forward, claws flexing, and temper hitting an all-time high.
He tackles Buck onto the couch; sinks his teeth into the muscle of Buck’s shoulders and listens to the blond howl into the still air; feels Buck’s claws scrabble at his back, drawing raw, sharp lines with them into his flesh. Eddie pays back the favor and grips the front of Buck’s shirt and tears it open, watching the teeth marks in the meat of Buck’s shoulder bleed, oozing small droplets of blood onto pale skin. Buck snarls at him, surging up and knocking them off the couch with twin yelps, the two of them flailing.
They land heavily, limbs tangled together, half-hard cocks pressed together, and breath mingling together. Neither of them stops in their vicious demand for dominance, rolling around the floor of the living room. His legs knock into the coffee table, Buck’s foot smashes into the couch and kicks it a good foot from where it had been resting, and they descend on each other like madmen.
The blood hangs in the air, the smell of copper startling and heavy. Neither of them stops to check on the other, growling at snapping at one another, hands fitting over any inch of skin they can grab, raking sharp lines that bleed quickly into the other. It’s raw, it’s dirty, it’s dirty—pure, testosterone-induced fight for dominance. But it’s also them—Eddie can feel it in the way Buck’s fingers dance gently up his flank before scoring lines into his skin, and he’s sure Buck can feel it with the way Eddie kisses him sweetly despite them tearing into one another.
Somehow, someway, they’re on their feet, and Buck is surging away from Eddie, panting and covered in thin lines of blood. Eddie thinks he looks beautiful as he stalks forward, bare-torsoed and half-hard in his pants. Buck is as well, and the smell in their house reeks of horny Alphas. They’re both trying to catch their breath, and Buck is hastily backing away, but Eddie isn’t about to let him—oh, no, he started this mess, he doesn’t get to quit it.
Eddie walks forward with calculated steps, watching Buck stumble over himself a bit, growling warningly at Eddie, but he doesn’t heed those warnings. Instead, he continues to stalk forward and crowd Buck further down the hallway, effectively trapping the blond. Of course, Buck doesn’t realize it till he’s stuck between Eddie, the closed bathroom door, and their bedroom.
Buck jerks into the bedroom, and Eddie follows, shoulder crashing against the door jamb, but nothing stops him, and he meets Buck halfway, crashing into him and taking them to the bed. Buck yelps a snarl as Eddie tears at his shorts, shredding them with efficiency. He’s sure to have scored marks into Buck’s thighs, and that thought makes him preen as he growls at the blond, who thrashes under him, tossing Eddie off. Buck kicks out of his shorts, commando under them, now fully bared to Eddie.
Eddie stands slowly, watching Buck scrabble up to his feet from where he had been on all fours for a split second, watching Eddie wearily. Eddie says nothing, just hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and shimmies them down. Buck watches with a hoarse gulp that Eddie can hear even with the distance between them. With each inch of skin exposed, Eddie’s shark-toothed grin goes wider as Buck tracks it till Eddie pushes them down, kicks them off, and spreads his hands out.
Come and get me, Eddie says without words; not that he needs them. Come and try.
Buck’s pupils expand for a split second before they return to thin, dangerous daggers. Eddie growls, swings toward the side, and begins to circle again. Buck follows his lead, muscles twitching, eyes watching, and sharp fangs glinting in the light. Eddie bares his back, watching Buck stutter slightly during a step before twisting and lunging forward. Eddie manages to jerk away just in time, finding his chance ot take Buck down with the blond’s back turned to him, halfway through pivoting on his foot.
Eddie takes it.
Buck’s right next to the bed, half-turned, when Eddie slams into him and takes him onto the bed. They thrash, and Eddie gets a palm to the underside of his jaw for his efforts, claws raked down his chest and flank as Buck snarls and twists under him. It works in his favor, though, because Buck manages to twist himself toward the middle of their bed, heaving and snarling. He looks ready to jerk his hips up and kick at Eddie, but that’s what he’s been waiting for. With gripping force, Eddie grabs the underside of the leg that Buck brings back to kick at him, shoving it toward Buck’s chest, and sits down on the bed. It’s all one quick motion that is quickly followed with his pulsing, fully-hard cock finding Buck’s hole, and slamming in.
It draws an ugly, belting howl from Buck as his head tosses back, exposing his throat that bobs with each gasped sound and clicking swallow. The tight, wet heat suffocates Eddie’s cock as he pushes in, holding Buck’s writhing leg down to the blond’s chest. Eddie barely gives him time to breathe, fucking into the blond with no precision, no build-up, nothing.
Eddie rolls his hips in and out, fucking with a steady, dirty pace that has him buzzing. Buck feels tight, warm, and wet around his cock, and it makes Eddie groan, pitching forward to stare into Buck’s half-lidded wild eyes. “You fucked yourself open just for this, didn’t you?” Eddie rasps, the timbre of his voice echoing in the quiet of their room, nothing but the slap of his balls against Buck’s taint and Buck’s cut-off whimpers echoing. “Did you pop a knot fingering yourself, baby? Whine at the thought of a stronger Alpha putting you in your place?”
The only thing that comes out of Buck’s mouth is a cut-off guh as Eddie fucks deep, right in that tight, prepped hole. His balls slap nosily against Buck’s ass and taint, heavy with seed. That won’t do, because Eddie wants answers. It’s not like as if they’ve never had sex before, and this is a whole new thing for them—they’ve fucked plenty of times. Eddie has bent Buck over on almost every surface in this damn house, knotted his ass, and made him cum so hard the Alpha saw stars.
This, this is new, though. The fight for dominance isn’t something that has ever come up or happened in their relationship. Buck gave that control up willingly, tilted his head in submission, and happily let Eddie wreck him however he pleased.
“Answer me,” Eddie says, gruff and still panting. His hand comes off the bed to grab at Buck’s face, jiggling it till Buck’s half-lidded eyes pop open, a gurgled growl echoing from the blond’s throat. It has Eddie raising an eyebrow, because this defiance makes something deep stir inside of him.
“No.” Buck gasps out, a growl behind his words, staring up at Eddie with thin pupils and radiant blue eyes. Instead of saying anything more, Buck shuts his mouth, only letting out stifled growls and moans. It has Eddie growling himself, the refusal to speak making his hackles rise.
“Fine, then,” Eddie huffs, releasing Buck’s jaw, thrusts never stopping. Buck looks as if he’s fighting with himself, natural-born dominance and molded submission fighting with one another inside the blond. Eddie has molded Buck into the perfect picture of submission, Alpha status be damned, and he knows it’ll win out in the end. He’s not sure if he will have the temper left to see it win, though.
“You wanna play it like that, hm?” Eddie slides a hand down Buck’s other leg, wrenching it up and effectively folding the blond in half, changing the angle as well. Eddie is big enough to not need angles, but he knows he’s hitting Buck’s prostate dead-on with this position, and he can see it in Buck’s eyes. They widen, fluttering and threatening to roll up, gasps and growls melding together.
Eddie doubts this defiance Buck has adopted will last any longer, the direct assault on his prostate helping with it. His growls get softer, less pronounced, and his head rolls about, no longer caring about protecting his neck. He bares it, even unconsciously, whimpering and hiccuping delicate sounds he tries to hide behind failing snarls and tentative growls. Eddie leans down, licking a long stripe up Buck’s chest, tasting the blond’s blood on his tongue. He’s done a good bit of damage to Buck’s body, and vice versa.
The wounds from his claws weep gently, trails of blood already becoming tacky as Eddie laps them up, chasing the taste of copper and Buck on his tongue. “Wonder if you thought about this when planning this out; did you think about how I’d hold you down and force you to take it? Think about how I wouldn’t give you a chance to escape, let alone breathe?” Eddie murmurs against Buck’s pec, feeling that rabbity heartbeat jump under his wandering lips. His hips haven’t stopped, pumping with vigor and fervor. The slap of his balls against Buck’s skin rings loud in his ears, as loud as Buck’s hiccuped growls that crack and break with each thrust. Each sound Eddie punches out of him becomes more and more pathetic. Buck becomes more and more pathetic.
The blond’s cock swings and slaps against his belly, wetting it with the heavy strings of precum the blond weeps. He’s hard, dripping, and flushed from the tip of his cock to the base of it; his knot is already growing, too. It’s useless to the both of them, never used, and never going to be used. The most action it’ll get is Eddie squeezing it in his hand, and often he doesn’t even do that.
“Aw,” Eddie coos, voice dripping with condescension. “You gonna cum, mi amor? Pop that pathetic knot, and make a mess of yourself?” Buck sobs gently, throat working around the noises he seems to be holding back. Eddie doesn’t want him to hold them back; he wants to hear exactly what he’s doing to Buck.
“Ma-... Maybe i-if you’d fu-u-uck me right, I’d c-um,” Buck breathes, eyes half-lidded and swimming in pleasure. Eddie huffs a shocked breath, able to smell exactly how Buck feels. He smells of pure sin, ambrosia, and vanilla with a soft musk undertone to the smell of potent arousal wafting off Buck in droves. He is fucking Buck right, because his knot is swelling under Eddie’s careful gaze, and his cock weeps a steady drip of precum that makes Buck’s stomach sticky, clinging to the blond happy trail the Alpha sports.
“C-C’mon Alpha,” it’s supposed to be condescending, but Eddie’s thrusts hit hard in the middle of it, leaving the taunt nothing more than a breathy gasp, “s-show me that you’re the s-stronger A-Alph–o…ohh, f-u-uck, ungh, unh.” Buck soft, growled threat shatters into punched-out whimpers as Eddie leans forward, tongue poised between his sharp Alpha fangs to lick a long, dirty stripe up Buck’s chest, right over a bleeding wound. The taste of copper and Buck is thick on his tongue as he growls into Buck’s chest, pressing the fronts of his fangs into soft, biteable flesh as his thrusts change angle; he doesn’t change pace, he doesn’t need to—the angle is all where it’s at.
Each slap of his balls against Buck’s asscheeks and taint echoes in the bedroom, the domination of Buck’s body clear as day with each thrust. Buck’s punched-out unh, unh, unhs fill the air, reduced to just noise. No words, no syllables, nothing; just noise—punched-out grunts, keens that crack in the middle of the sound, and desperate moans. “Keep spitting those words, and I’ll make you cum till that useless little knot can’t get it up anymore,” Eddie rumbles, a clear and actual threat in his voice; he’ll do it, there’s no doubt he would. Eddie could spend the whole day fucking Buck, slipping into that tight hole that squeezes his knot so perfectly, he’d mistake it for an Omega’s pussy with how well it milks and squeezes his knot.
If Eddie hasn’t seen Buck’s knot pop right before his very eyes, he’d suspect the man was just masquerading around as an Alpha when really, he’s an Omega. Buck certainly hounds for his knot like an Omega in heat, even though the symbol on all his important documents indicates his Alpha sub-gender. “You’d like that, though, wouldn’t you? Maybe I’ll tie your ass to the bed and use you for the rest of the day if you want to be difficult. Maybe I’ll lock your pathetic little cock in a cage, too—make you whine and squirm and beg your Alpha to finally let you cum,” Eddie growls, baring his teeth as Buck, whose mouth falls open, likely with a retort on his tongue, but the only thing that comes out are broken ah, anh, ahs.
Tears are slipping down Buck’s flushed cheeks, dribbles of drool and snot mixing where they slip down his face. He’s fucking ruined, and Eddie did that to him. He did that to Buck—fucked him to ruins, broken-down sounds, and soft, keening cries. “How about that, amor? Hm?” Eddie coos, dipping in close to stare into Buck’s eyes that are fully glazed over in pleasure. “Or, will you cum like a good boy? Pop your useless little knot for your Alpha?” Buck’s knot is not at all small, but Eddie likes to call it that—small, cute, useless. Never going to be hugged by some faceless Omega pussy, best he’ll get is his or Eddie’s hand, or the occasional rut aide.
Buck sobs something thick with arousal, laying heavy in the humid air as he is jostled up and down the bed, bleak hiccups and quivering sounds leaving his mouth music to Eddie’s ears. Surprisingly, it doesn’t take much to fuck Buck to where he’s at a loss for words; the blond always seems surprised when nothing comes out of his mouth but cracked whimpers, and hiccuped sounds. From where Buck grasps blindly at the sheets, one hand comes off of it to grab at Eddie’s thigh, a keened sound that sounds vaguely like Eddie falling from Buck’s cracked-open mouth.
Eddie hums, nuzzling a flushed cheek, lapping up the small droplets of blood there. The taste of an Alpha’s blood on his tongue—even though it’s his mate’s blood—makes something dark and powerful roar in his chest. He collects the bloodied spit in his mouth, hooking fingers into the meat of Buck’s cheeks, cradling his head and keeping it still. Buck whines at him, the sound crackling and weak as he stares up at him through glassy eyes.
“Open,” Eddie croons, and Buck does—because he’s a good boy, and understands, even if he wants to act out, Eddie will always rise to control in the end. Buck’s pouty, kiss-swollen lips crack open slowly, a tongue darting out to lick over sharp Alpha fangs, and petal pink lips. Buck looks up at him, a question in his eyes that Eddie answers with drooling the glob of bloodied spit—Buck’s blood mixed with Eddie’s spit—between pouty lips and right onto Buck’s twitching tongue. Buck gulps out a wrecked gasp, letting the frothy bubble of bloodied spit cling to his tongue before Eddie snaps his jaw close for him, cocking an eyebrow. He doesn’t say anything—not that he needs to, Buck will obey him with or without a verbal command.
Buck swallows with a hitched click to his throat, a gentle keen fucked out of him as Eddie continues to thrust into his ass, knot beginning to bloat at the base of his cock. Buck’s is almost completely popped, cock slapping his stomach, leaving shiny strings of precum all over his tummy. The softness ripples with each thrust, hypnotizing Eddie.
Buck surges off the bed with a cracked whimper, the hand cupping the back of Eddie’s thigh digging in, ripping a warning growl from him. Buck doesn’t seem affected by it, though, his moans pitching in volume and octaves—tears spill down his cheeks, drawing Eddie’s eyes to the crystal droplets that catch the light of their bedroom. They look tantalizing, appetizing—Eddie wants to lick them; savor the taste on his tongue as if he’s at an expensive wine tasting event. He wants to take in all the hints and notes that make up Evan “Buck” Buckley, have them dance on his tongue as the blond hangs off his cock.
He wants to taste them, so he does. His hips never stop, grinding in at the end of each thrust to tease the bloating balloon of his knot on Buck’s abused rim, to give him a taste of what’s to come. It has Buck mewling as Eddie leans down, licks up the tears, and growls against a soft, flushed cheek. Buck tastes like sin—like cool water to a parched throat. It’s addictive—he’s addictive.
His tears do something for Eddie—open a cage for something he didn’t even know existed inside of him. The way they slide down the plushness of Buck’s cheeks, and how they catch slightly on the bolt of his jaw before slipping into his hair. The way the taste on his tongue—he knows it’s all salt, but his imagination broadens the taste; makes it more than what it truly is. It’s addictive, like a drug to Eddie—Evan “Buck” Buckley is his drug of choice, and Eddie never wants to stop using.
“A-Aaal- a-alp’ff…” Buck slurs, word broken between moans and wrecked sobs, his hand rough as it digs into Eddie’s thigh. The bite of Buck’s nails is there, breaking skin and no doubt sending fresh rivulets of blood down Eddie’s thigh; he can already feel the warmth of the blood sliding down it, making him growl. That injury is going to be worse than any of the superficial bleeders they have around their body, because it’s on the back of his thigh. Buck doesn’t seem to be letting go anytime soon, lost in the motions, the pleasure—he reeks of it, as if he hadn’t before, but not a single string of his scent is left clear of arousal.
“Let go, Buck,” Eddie grunts, the loud slap, slap, slap of his balls against Buck’s ass echoing. Buck doesn’t seem to hear him, mewling and moaning unabashedly. He’s loud, nearly drowning Eddie out with his words, his command lost in the never-ending unh, unh, unghs he’s forcing out of Buck with each slam of his hips. “Buck,” he warns, voice hitching at the end when Buck digs his fingers in deeper with each slap and press of Eddie’s knot against his hole.
“A…Alpha,” Buck cries, voice wrecked. It cracks and sputters like an old, rusty engine around the word—it’s no longer Eddie, it’s Alpha. It’s Buck’s knotbrain recognizing Eddie as his Alpha, even though he’s also an Alpha in this situation. In any other situation, Alphas' innate instinct to defy being knotted would flare, making them fight—even when they’re eager and willing, it’s just nature rearing its ugly head—and thrash, trying to reclaim dominance in the heights of pleasure. However, Buck doesn’t do that. Buck holds himself open, shakes under Eddie, and takes his knot like a good boy.
“Let. Go,” if he doesn’t get Buck to let go, he’ll be wincing when he sits down till the punctures heal. Buck still does not seem to hear him, deaf to anything that cannot get past the cotton stuffing his ears. His eyes are glazed over, staring glassily at the ceiling, rocking up and down the bed. His curls are a mess, a blond halo around his head, the sweat on his skin making him glow. He’s beautiful.
Eddie growls loudly, the pain getting too much for him, one hand coming off the mattress to grab at the back of Buck’s neck, grasping the excess bit of skin there and scruffing the disobedient Alpha. The motion draws a wrecked, near-soundless howl out of Buck; it’s more a loud, keening wheeze that has Buck jackknifing off the bed before the scruffing truly hits his body, and he falls completely limp. Eddie snarls at the splash of cum hitting his belly as Buck cums, ass turning into a vice around his cock. Buck moans and sobs little sounds that barely get past his throat, looking as if he wants to thrash wildly under Eddie, but all he can do is lay there and take it.
His hand has fallen away from Eddie’s thigh, resting on the bed next to his knee as Eddie’s thrusts speed up, slamming into Buck’s ass with each rhythmic squeeze as Buck’s useless cum paints their bellies. It pools in the divots in his soft belly, truly making a mess of himself. Eddie doesn’t last much longer after Buck, his knot kissing his rim—it pushes in before popping out, so close to popping. It has the hairs on his body standing on edge, and his eyes threatening to roll up as he fucks into Buck’s wrecked, pliant body. He’s still holding Buck’s scruff, pinching the sensitive nerves there. It leaves Buck open and able to take his knot.
With three quick, daring thrusts, Eddie roars something so loud that it shakes something off their nightstand as his knot pops inside of Buck, halfway through an out-thrust when it happens. His orgasm slams into him like a wave, drowning him in dark ocean water, knot snug inside of Buck’s ass that milks it for all its worth. Eddie gasps and groans loudly, teeth gnashing together as he hunches in on himself, hand very likely tearing ribbons into their sheets while the other loses it’s grip on Buck’s scruff slowly as every bit of tension bleeds out of his body as he begins to pump rope after rope of cum into Buck.
Buck whines softly, a lazy hand slinging over his back, curling into the strands at the base of his skull. Shaky fingers slowly trace the mating bite, a proud scar that Eddie wears with pride. Eddie breathes out slowly, a soft groan slipping past his parted mouth as he nuzzles into Buck’s askew curls, breathing in the smell of sated Alpha.
“Next time,” Eddie rasps, trying to find his voice through the waves of pleasure wrecking his body, leaving him jittery and tilted on his axis. His vision is still a bit blurry, galaxies slithering around the edges full of stars and colors he cannot comprehend. “The next time you want to act like a brat, maybe with less destruction, blood, and injury.” His body is sore, and he knows he’ll be breaking out the extra-large first aid kit they have at the bottom of their closet for the aftercare.
“Mmm,” Buck hums, voice raw and crackly. “D-Dunno’... liked it… liked it whe’ you cornered me… held me down an’ made me take it,” Buck whispers, and Eddie spits a curse when the blond punctuates his words with a squeeze around his still-pulsing knot, the euphoria that had just started to ebb rearing with a vengeance. “Felt good.” Buck murmurs, and, well, that’s what it’s all really about: Buck feeling good.
If Buck feels good, so does Eddie. It’s a feedback loop Eddie greatly enjoys.
“Well, next time we can at least plan ahead of time so we move valuables out of the way before we destroy them because your horny-ass decided he wanted to be held down and made to take it,” Eddie mumbles, settling his weight down on Buck, getting a happy little trill from the blond, who tucks into his neck. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” Buck hums, kissing his scent mark, tracing his teeth marks with his lips. “Mm, nap, now,” Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing Buck loves to doze while stuck on his knot—something about it feeling floaty and good. He doesn’t mind settling in for a slightly more comfortable position, effectively crushing Buck with his body. It’s gross, there’s cum, blood, and sweat cooling on their bodies, but Eddie can deal with all of that when his knot goes down.
It’ll be a while, so he settles for dropping a kiss on Buck’s head and settling in for Buck’s quick power nap while his knot ebbs and eventually goes away. Thank dios there’s a book within reach.
It’s going to be a less boring forty-five minutes.