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The air held a prominent chill as the forest gusted with a charged intensity amongst light snowfall. A dwelling with mystery and equal parts dread amongst the scent of rotting pine— and faintly, flesh. There were noises in the woods that didn't sound human, nor animalistic enough. Howls of agony that constantly carried, and the creaks of abused bone.
The normalcy of a cracking branch was enough to cause alarm amongst the fuzz, especially for anyone unlucky enough to be adrift in the culture of ferality that had adopted these mountains, and everyone in them. An outsider, with unfamiliar connections that he could feel playing on the faces and teeth of everyone and everything that he faced in the village. Even being told the supposed truth, none of it made sense. And none of it ever would.
Ethan's breath hitched, almost to his own disdain as the noise picked up amongst the wind. He ducked behind a tree, steadying his body as much as he possibly could in the face of every circumstance he was caught between. Just for a moment, his eyes squeezed shut, the cold air biting against the sweat on his temples.
He wasn't just being looked out for by hostiles, but being hunted. Yet, not so much by an enemy as by an enigmatic force that he could almost consider an ally.
Chris Redfield, whom Ethan knew as a force to be reckoned with. That underlying knowing of Chris and his ability, his unmatched strength, was only escalated to a new terror that Ethan felt in his entire body. They couldn't be near each other— not for long. Their biology together was blatantly obvious, with Ethan being none other than an omega in hiding. As for Chris, he was an aggressive alpha, tracking Ethan's small wave of pheromones like it was all he could smell.
Chris himself wasn't entirely in his right mind, nor body. The truth was out about the mold infection, amongst other things. But, that man was a soldier, more than such, who had come in contact with countless bioweapons and endless wars that left him with the strength of something almost inhuman. He was larger than any other man Ethan had seen in his life, built with a frame almost unnaturally saturated with muscle and devastation.
Ethan noticed it beyond mutation. The way Chris snarled beneath his breath, his exhales fogging in the air like beastly smoke. His deep-set eyes narrowing as if he were on a hunt, something virtuous and primal. He wasn't far away, but not close enough. Ethan remained hiding against the bark of a dead tree, silencing his exhales as he observed further.
Chris' hands were poised, fingers arched like claws ready to sink into the muscles of prey. His dark trench coat swayed with the heavy breaths he took, his chest heaving for the thrush of omega pheromones against the wind. Yet, after what felt like forever, he turned away, his frame seeming to steady itself. Ethan sighed of relief— almost. He stepped away from the tree without a glance downward, a dry patch of foliage crunching loudly beneath his shoe.
Immediately, Chris' head whipped back as Ethan froze in his spot for a moment, eyes wide with mortification. In the silence, for just a moment, the two of them connected in a singular second of eye contact. Then, Chris gave chase, as Ethan dashed away on sheer willpower to get away from his own instincts.
Oxygen rushed inefficiently in and out of Ethan's lungs as his legs faltered, carrying himself through the mountains as fast as he could. But, Chris was faster. The alpha would always catch up. Ethan looked back for just a glance, and the image burnt itself into his head. As Chris panted for breath himself, his large frame tearing through the woods like paper, Ethan spotted them. Sharpened teeth, fangs like knives disguised enough as human canines to fly under the radar of blatant mutation.
Chris spoke no words, only growling headily as he grew closer to Ethan the further they ran and winded through the forest. No creatures laid within the deeper parts, and any that had previously were already slain by none other than the very man chasing Ethan. He had claimed his territory, marked it with the blood of beasts that he fought like no human would ever be able to. Because, in truth, Chris wasn't human anymore. Visibly changed by any standard, he was a force of strength that defeated horrors like days passing. And even worse, Ethan felt himself releasing more pheromones just thinking about it.
He couldn't stop himself, and he was absolutely terrified of that fact. He could feel the cold sweat on his entire body, and the constant leak from between his legs that remained against his control. The chase itself only aroused his instincts further, making his franticity escalate as Chris caught on further to his scent. Ethan's heart pounded with adrenaline, and, as much as he couldn't admit it to himself, lust.
His mind ran rampant with too many things to fully process, coated with layers of pure fear and primal desire. He hated his biology as an omega. He just wanted to escape. Yet, did he really? Or, did he just want to make it out without mating with someone other than Mia? His scent gland betrayed him entirely as he could feel the uncomfortable slick against his vagina, the very fact he tried to hide from Mia too as a completely submissive omega.
Chris was close now, and Ethan's entire self had started to give out. He was gasping for breath from panic and exhaustion, his eyebrows arched upward in anguish. Yet, as the wind carried between them, and Chris looked ready to pounce, Ethan inhaled, and caught it. The alpha's pheromones, ones that his mind registered against his own will. It was a strong musk, a huff so intoxicating that Ethan stopped his sprinting out of nothing but need. He was backed up against a wall of mossy stone, the frost wearing off on his back.
It was like one part of his mind was suddenly overtaken. He needed to mate, and he needed it now. Nothing else in that moment mattered, despite his outstanding tasks that he had yet to fulfill. Yet, all of that distress, if not for a moment enough, seemed to vanish. Chris just barely seemed to stop himself from tackling Ethan down. It was as if he had resisted everything about himself, just to make sure Ethan wasn't harmed.
Ethan felt breathing become more difficult, labored and broken as his body flooded with warmth in a heartbeat. Quickly, and surely, he was changing. He was going into a burst of heat in response to Chris' release of pheromones. Chris himself was barely restrained, barely caught behind a wall of human rationality as he visibly trembled in his spot from sheer need. Despite the weather itself, both of them were covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Ethan.." Chris growled, a low and beastly whisper spoken of desperation and feral urges barely contained. His gloved hand was gripping his head, grappling for any self-moderation. Yet, all Ethan could feel himself do now was let out a soft whimper as he realized the circumstances. Not only did Chris herd him into a desolate corner of the woods, but Ethan's own instincts led them both to a small cave in the wall of the mountain, just next to them.
A small spot, cozied with fallen leaves and slivers of grey sun that spoke of peace in such a grim location. Gusts of winter hardly breached the thick pine forest beyond, a small layer of snow coating the ground, touched by nothing but their footprints. In their conditions, this empty area was an omega's nest.
Ethan's legs immediately felt like giving out, his body releasing endless slick now that he had been thrown into a small heat cycle without warning. His eyes wore shame, and undiluted desire as he looked at Chris. Neither of them said anything, not even as Ethan stumbled further into the hollow and dark cave. It was untouched by snow, warmer, spacious enough. Chris followed, with a powerful gait that spoke of the willpower it took for him to resist losing his composure.
Without even thinking about it, Ethan settled with his back to the rock once more. His entire body felt wracked, like he was experiencing fluttering through his muscles at a constant rate. He let out a shuddering exhale as the wetness between his legs seeped further, leaking towards his inner thighs. "Chris.." He whispered softly, almost broken, but not with more despair than lust.
Chris couldn't waste any more time. He snarled beneath his breath, shoving his trench coat off of his shoulders as if it were a prison on his body. He was visibly erect, beyond any type of decency. He threw the coat as it crumpled at Ethan's feet, his full build showcased in a black and admittedly tight turtleneck. Ethan felt himself grow more needy, his legs already caving into themselves as he leaked continuously.
Without any more constraints, Chris' mind went into overdrive, pushed over the edge with the scent of an omega filling the air. Uncontrollably, he lunged, his hands wrenching around Ethan and pinning him to the cave wall. Ethan was suspended almost entirely in the air in an awkward and compromising position, with one leg up and a wrist pinned to the back wall. Against his control, Ethan let out a needy whining noise, pathetic and shameful in his nature as he only released more pheromones, especially as Chris began the marking ritual.
He could sense Ethan shifting even now, the way that his pheromones shifted to much sweeter notes in their fragrance. Before anything had even begun, the two of them were mating. Strangely enough, the bond already felt so strong and irreplaceable, as if they were soul-tied. Chris' musky pheromones of rut filled the air and covered Ethan's physique as he forced off the blonde's jacket, falling to the ground right next to his trench coat with a soft noise.
Chris nuzzled his face against Ethan's neck, the entire cave smelling of their shared pheromones. Ethan shivered loudly to the sensation, the noise echoing briefly through the cave structure as Chris continued. His scenting was slow and sensual, but firm in its placement, its certainty stuck against Ethan as his scent lingered on the omega's skin. He made sure to mark every spot that released the most pheromones, just to get an abundance of Ethan's scent on himself as well.
The two of them were lost in a collective haze of each others' instincts, having temporarily forgotten the threats beyond the trees or the horrors of the world. It was just them in Ethan's makeshift nest, caught by the ties of chance. Ethan's pheromones initially released for Mia and Rosemary's sake before Chris caught on, spiraling down right into this very moment between them. And that close moment? Ethan was deeply starstruck by it, heat or not.
Ethan's rich and dark eyes bore into Chris with the headiness of intimacy beyond words or even comprehension, the constant heat in his body uncomfortable but sexually gratifying. Chris looked back with a deep gaze, one that only an alpha could ever have. His breaths came in heavy as his grip on Ethan never wavered. Yet, as soon as the silence started, Chris lost himself again to an instinctual canine drive.
He clamped down on Ethan's shoulder with sharpened teeth, with Ethan letting out a shrill whimper. The pain tore through his body, only adding to the layer of sensations in his core as blood trickled from the mark, staining Chris' lips with red. His tongue tasted Ethan, smelled Ethan, felt Ethan. He let out a low growl as his teeth bared in ownership, which only served to make the omega squirm more against the wall as his entrance leaked nonstop.
Ethan couldn't form words anymore, dazed beyond humanity to the submissive extent if his instincts. Chris was the same, overtaken by the insatiable urge to dominate and breed. Both of them knew it well, with Chris undoing his belt and freeing himself without any hesitation. Ethan's free hand attempted to strip himself, even in restraint, with Chris finishing the job for him. As his undergarments were removed entirely, his wetness became extremely apparent, nearly dripping onto the ground if it weren't for the thickness of it. They were both desperate, driven by the primal intoxication of each others' very essences.
Ethan's pleas for Chris became mere mumbles, whines beneath his breath that were half-formed words of lust. Even then, Chris understood. Both of them did. He forced Ethan firm against the wall, spreading his legs just enough to force himself into the omega.
Ethan cried out, a loud whine signifying the start of an omega's heat being satisfied. Chris began to move with intensity, rutting into Ethan as if it was all they had left together. Their contact was extremely electrifying, leaving them both trembling in the wake of their shared pleasure. Both being so pent up and needy, the shared slickness between them only rose higher.
Ethan's free hand scrambled across Chris, desperately grappling for any kind of tension. The sheer size of the alpha inside of him was enough, but what pushed him even further was how he felt being manhandled. Chris' hands were noticeably scarred, large, and conditioned to pin omegas just like him. Ethan's feet weren't even touching the floor, thoroughly overtaken. The alpha as a whole was a powerhouse, a monstrous man who relentlessly kept humping into Ethan as he snarled with a canine drawl, his sharp teeth bared.
Ethan was sweating with intensity as the heat in his body swelled, uncontrollably whimpering as Chris' cock kept hitting the same spot deep inside of him that made him convulse. Tears streamed down his cheeks from just how amazing it felt, even from just the initial penetration. Even biting down on his bottom lip did nothing to silence him, his whines echoing through the cave and only making Chris that much more needy. His speed only grew with the instinctual rut he was in, with the need to breed and mate.
Ethan's vision was blurred with tears, with drool trailing down his chin without him even realizing at all. His cries became more pathetic shrill whimpers as he contracted internally, being so needy that he was already close to orgasm from the alpha's deep thrusts. Chris' speed and strength was unmatched, even biting down on Ethan's collarbone and drawing out a long-winded sob of pain and pleasure. Their shared scent filled the air like an intoxicating fragrance that surrounded them, especially as Chris' breath hitched in the face of his neediness.
His cock was throbbing with instinct and closeness, only driving him deeper into Ethan as his grip tightened. Sweat coated his body, plastering the turtleneck even tighter to his muscle structure and highlighting his mutated build despite his age. His pants for breath were husky, especially as he growled loudly from possession and primal mindlessness. His snarls reached a heightened volume as he thrusted far into the omega, knotting Ethan as they mated on a further level.
The blonde gasped, a loud whine tearing through the cave as an onslaught of tears fell down his face. He could feel Chris' knot throbbing within him, his insides stretching around the alpha as he became even fuller with Chris than before. Chris' thrusts were desperate with raw strength, his knot inside of the omega being extremely sensitive as he reached orgasm. Ethan whimpered as tears relentlessly fell down his face and onto his bruising collarbone, his sweating hands attempting to grab onto anything and failing.
The omega reached his own climax from Chris' knot, the stretch of being used and bred only driving further into his mind that he was being mated with by an alpha. An extremely strong one, with the capability to guard and breed as he pleased. Neither of them knew the outside world anymore, only enveloped in the sensation of eah other in the face of their closely timed orgasms. But, they weren't done. Not even close.
Chris' humps slowed steadily as he caught his own breath, holding Ethan close as they were stuck together. The blonde allowed himself to be manhandled, dripping with leftover slick and droplets of cum. Carefully, they migrated toward the spot on the floor, where their clothing had been piled. Even with their recent bond, Chris wanted to care for Ethan. He set the omega down on the soft clothing, seeing the visible relief in Ethan's muscles.
Chris nodded, a silent acknowledgment. Ethan, in all of his hazed self, gave a soft nod back. Of course, Chris couldn't help but smile for a moment as he felt a flash of a clearer mind.
Even the slightest movement inside of Ethan sent intense waves of pleasure through Chris, so much that he couldn't control his hips efficiently any longer. He continued shallow humps into Ethan as he leaned down, locking lips with the blonde. Their intimacy was unmatched, their hands instinctively exploring each others' bodies with undying passion.
Both of Ethan's smaller palms drifted across Chris' back, coming down to grip his sides with care. One of Chris' hands came up to needily tangle in Ethan's dirty blonde hair, to bring him closer into their kiss, the other hand coaxing the omega closer at the waist. They both released needy noises of pleasure and hazy lust, especially as Chris inserted his tongue into Ethan's mouth. It further pressed ownership, how they'd never truly be apart after their mating ritual. Even as Ethan's back arched, briefly pulling him out of their kiss, Chris pulled him right back in. All the while, his humps into Ethan would elicit more intimacy, more needy orgasms released within each other.
Chris' knot didn't deflate for a long while. All of their time locked together was their closeness and heat growing, only getting off further on each others pheromones as each shared climax left Ethan feeling fuller not just physically of Chris, but of his very essence. His cries ebbed into soft whines as he remained in the makeshift nest of clothing, the two of them intertwined in the warm passion of mating in seclusion. Even the wintry conditions outside of the cave didn't deter them, nor their collective sweating, with their rut and heat.
At last, Chris pulled out when they were ready, with both of them completely taxed from their breeding. Ethan could already feel a wave of sickness, and a certain fluttering in his chest that left him uncertain. From how many times they had collectively came, Ethan leaked on Chris' trench coat sprawled on the ground uncontrollably. He looked down in shame, wincing with exhaustion worn into his face. Now that his heat was satisfied, as was Chris' rut, their humanity felt almost foreign.
"..Sorry," Ethan whispered hoarsely, his throat dry from sobs and whimpers. Not only was he ashamed of the mess he had made, but his biology as an omega as a whole. He knew that he was a rare breed, and wasn't proud of it. He sniffled, still slightly catching his breath as he attempted to weakly shuffle off of Chris' coat. But, Chris put his palm up in the midst of redoing his belt, stopping Ethan as his breath hitched.
"You stay right there, and rest. Got it?" Chris ordered, his commanding voice just as worn from their time together. Just to make Ethan more comfortable, Chris used his dimmed strength to gently lift his omega off of his trench coat. He redressed Ethan, ensuring that he was guarding him from the cold now that their excessive heat had worn off. Now, Ethan needed rest, with the exhaustion being visibly etched into his features. Chris set Ethan down gently onto his coat for cushioning, and draped his dark trench coat over him afterward.
Ethan looked up at him with tired eyes, yet something so tender sparked behind them. Chris, in all of himself, simply responded with a soft kiss to Ethan's forehead, parting his tousled hair. "We'll get through this. I promise," Chris stated, with a tone so soft it almost didn't sound like him. Ethan nodded, before seeming to contemplate, looking down at the cave ground as the remaining sensation withered away in his changing body. "Like I said.. get some rest. I'll watch guard here," Chris affirmed gently.