owners dish. . .🥐: alpha husband x pregnant omega male reader
ingredients include. . .🍞: feral alpha themes, violence, muzzles, pregnancy, mpreg, twins, medical issues, close to death experiences, mainly fluff, bro didn't write smut that is surprising, a little short and lowk lazy.
owners note. . .🥯: i never proofread. i was thinking of hamilton writing the title.
alpha husband, who's breath fogged up against the muzzle held against his face like he was some animal. but not even he could defend himself. he harmed eight nurses and five doctors— all alphas who tried to hold him back as they rolled you into the hospitals room. you were bleeding, your cries felt like painful jabs to his heart he just couldn't stand it. he knew they were protecting you and helping you, but he couldn't be separated from you while you were in pain.
alpha husband, flinched at each gutteral scream and yelp you let out. his ears strained, his nails scratched at his arms restraints. this was going on longer than it should have. he was counting the hours in his head, the clock ticking like it had been mocking him. he wanted to tear these damn things open, run back to his mate and his baby and make sure no one would make you feel like you were in pain.
alpha husband, who tensed and stilled at the sound of silence. the silence went on for almost too long. it was unsettling. he never would have thought he would prefer your screams more than silence. what happened? were you hurt? did you pass out? did you..then there were the cries of his baby..then another cry. god help him.
alpha husband, heard the door opening. a low grow rumbled in the below of his throat as a woman's voice came through. it was a nurse, smelt like nothing, like a beta. "sir," she said calmly. she was bold, real bold for being able to face his situation. "if you agree to not resort to violence, we can make this go smoothly. your husband is waiting for you." and he had promised. everything felt much looser when the shackles were taken off, the huffy muzzle unbuckling from his jaw. it took every ounce of him not to shove the woman to the floor in run to where your smell was.
alpha husband, was able to enter and see you. his nose picking up two more scents with yours..two? it was almost pathetic the way he lunged towards you, kneeling at your side. his hands cradled your face, his nose taking a few twitches as he took in that scent. his eyes watched as you unfolded the big blanket, two sleepy little heads popping out. he wanted to cry. he did cry. you were safe, his unexpected twins were safe. "don't cry," you'd tell him, your voice raspy from the constant screaming beforehand. "how could i possibly not? i.." he couldn't finish his sentence.
alpha husband, who looked at those babies almost all day. he watched every movement, every coo and little whine. every grip of their small fingers, they had even blinked in unison. this was perfect..what more could he ever ask for.
mainly because I'm thinking about what would happen if the story setup stays the same, but with the inclusion of aerion's twin?
so! here's the adopted sibling or cousin or close-ish relative to the first twin!targ!oc post
targ!oc, NO targcest, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics & prejudices, alpha!dunk, omega!aerion, alpha!oc, alpha!daeron, alpha!maekar, alpha!baelor, alpha!valarr, omega!tanselle, runaway egg stressing his family out, canon-typical violence, canon-typical menace!aerion, etc, etc, etc.
(this is gonna be a long one. the actual dunkaerion might show up in the next post.)
once again, in this society, alphas are meant to watch over omegas, and as aerion's twin and an alpha, alaena is supposed to watch over him when they're all going down to ashford. presumably, daeron was meant to mind aegon (egg) but we all know how that goes. maekar is trying to keep everyone together, but there's not much he can do when daeron runs away with egg and then lets egg go. maekar can't very well send his alpha daughter out after the youngest - yes, she's the only other alpha there and probably the only one who maekar could trust to look after egg, but that would leave aerion unguarded and unminded except for maekar himself and the kingsguard.
so alaena is put in charge of getting herself and aerion to camp with half the kingsguard while papa maekar goes looking for egg and daeron with the other half. so many social and societal and cultural issues going on there too - people instinctively defer to aerion because of his gender, and alaena has to properly use maekar's name to get folks to listen. if baelor and valarr are there too, they can vouch for alaena, but until then, it's a mess - the twins were taught to manage their scents so it wouldn’t disturb the peace, and they weren’t meant to use their scents to get their way.
the twins run into dunk separately - aerion was meant to wait for alaena while she got royal duties squared away, but that's his younger sister, twin and alpha or not. so he went to get his horse dealt with first and hustled off after being rude to dunk. alaena comes around a couple minutes later following her brother's trail, runs into dunk taking care of aerion's horse, also assumes dunk is in fact a stable boy, but no. she's a lot more polite about it though, and formally apologetic for the misunderstanding. and then less formally apologetic for aerion's behavior when she overhears some of the groomsmen or guards chatting.
now, egg's obviously found ser dunk by now, and is pretty much having a decently grand old time hanging out with the big hedge knight while his dad's panicking in the search party. alaena would swear she's caught egg's scent a few times, but it may just be that there are other young kids about in the tourney audience and that milky-pup scent has mixed in with everyone else's. still, egg's had to double back and hide behind dunk a few times when he saw alaena's head start turning in his direction with furrowed brow and head tilted to catch scents.
now, no one can deny that alaena is allowed to enter the tourney as an alpha - or rather, maekar probably signed her up to enter the tourney to represent the family in addition to daeron. aerion isn't allowed to participate, by way of being an omega, and that irritates him greatly. he'll find a way to get what he wants, though.
as much as maekar puts a lot of unnecessary responsibility on alaena's shoulders, she’s still his daughter, and he still cares for her, so he’s probably going to try to ensure that she only does the non-combative parts of the tourney. alaena won't go for it, that hurts her pride too much, so she aims to tilt against as many people as she can manage. while alaena is more trained for the more precise jousting things like tilting at rings and quintains, she also wants to try her hand against jousting other people for the first time, especially as maekar isn’t there to see what she’s up to and it's not like her uncle baelor is going to tell her no once she rides up in her armor.
realistically, if alaena is going against male alphas and betas, she doesn't get very far into the lists. enough to get a nice amount of pocket money even after she loses and ransoms her things back, and enough where it’s not an embarrassment for her to have lost or for opponents to lose to her. it’d be a little more fun to have lyonel baratheon be the one to unseat her, and not even on the first go. if she found out he was knocking crests off people’s helms to toss to the crowd, she’s switching her setup for plainer gear. still sturdy, still fitting, but not decorative. still fighting under her father’s banner - people probably think it’s daeron or maybe aerion, so when she takes off her helmet after losing and reveals that she’s princess alaena targaryen, that would be a fun surprise for the audience.
would aerion have been allowed to join? probably not. he’d probably try anyway, and alaena may have predicted that he'd try even if maekar didn’t think he would. alaena had whoever aerion was going against switch horses with hers - aerion’s not stupid enough to not recognize his twin’s horse, and he’s not likely to stick that particular horse through the neck once he recognizes the specific scent attached to the horse, or the specific braids and ribbons in the horse’s mane, or the specific armor that aerion had commissioned for both their horses.
aerion’s not nice about knocking his opponent down, though, for all that he changed targets at the last second. maybe he stuck his opponent in the leg or the lower belly or the groin, that’s plenty injurious and personally dishonorable without killing the horse, and it causes enough drama to halt the whole thing for the day.
alaena runs into dunk again after she's been eliminated from the lists. again, there’s a suspicious, vaguely familiar scent about him, but with this many people, alaena still can’t be sure that it’s egg one way or another. she does try to offer dunk money as an apology for aerion’s behavior and to help him out a little on his quest to join the tourney. dunk, of course, would decline, pride and all, so alaena pivots and notes that he must have a young squire with him, looking after his things. dunk’s got a scent of pup about him, non-related, must be a young squire. so why not take some coin and let the boy have some fun? could afford them good, hearty meals for the rest of their time there, some form of entertainment that wouldn’t hurt dunk’s pockets any, things for the horses. if not for the apology, then for the boy.
now, alaena isn't quite savvy enough to know that well-meaning charity could come off as pitying, being a targaryen princess in her own right and not having much of an understanding of the smallfolk and what the well-meaning actions of someone like her mean to people like them. however, it’s not like dunk’s going to take too much offense to an alpha lady trying to look after a pup, even if dunk and alaena are about the same age. if alaena had pressed the issue about aerion being rude - and she wouldn’t since dunk’s scent was starting to read uncomfortable and embarrassed, and cleared up once she pivoted to looking after the little squire - then it would have been a different story. alaena still doesn’t understand the pitying = embarrassment aspect of things, she only noted that track 1 (apology money) was going to lead nowhere and track 2 (money for the kid’s sake) was getting her results, so there she goes, operating off alpha instincts and scent hints.
so when alaena goes looking in her money pouch, dunk might start worrying if she starts pulling out gold dragons, but she’s pulling out some silver stags and a small handful of copper pennies. for the squire, she reminds him, if his scent starts going uncomfortable again. she’s got a little brother, she knows how much growing little boys eat and how much little boys like their toys and trinkets. he’s at a tourney, have fun! let the boy have fun too!
when dunk comes back with the money, egg can probably scent his sister in this matter, and when dunk relays that the lady targaryen had said she had a little brother, knew how much they ate and how much they liked toys, egg might feel a little bad about hiding from her, but that guilt gets quickly overwritten in favor of getting a wider variety of hot, fresh food - food that’s not salt beef and porridge.
ah i'm bored so i'll skip. egg's been dodging his family the whole time, especially the twins, but he does go running to get dunk when the puppet fiasco occurs.
and that was a mess too. aerion had gone and seen the puppets, but he didn't know that alaena was a returning viewer of the show elsewhere in the audience. aerion got mad about the dragon getting killed and tried leveraging the kingsguard to break up the puppet tent and smash up the puppets, only there's his little alpha sister getting in the way again, telling them to stand down on royal orders. this time, she's protecting an omega that's not him. protecting egg is one thing, that's family. but a peasant? a stranger? that simply will not stand.
aerion flies at tanselle, about to rip her hair out, break her fingers, something, only alaena gets in the way, practically tackles him, more like. aerion's temper is hitting the extremes now, and he claws at alaena's face when she's trying to talk him down while also trying to restrain his limbs or pin him down or something.
and now there's blood flying, tanselle knocked over, the prince tussling on the ground with a dark-haired girl, alpha scent going wild, omega scents going wild, people have no idea whose scent is whose but it smells like the place is burning down around them. alaena has managed to drape herself over tanselle as much as she can to protect the omega under attack - not much extra coverage at all, since they're about the same height - and dunk comes in just as aerion gets up and starts kicking at alaena. dunk smacks aerion one good time across the face and sends him half-flying across the space before turning to haul who he thinks is tanselle to her feet.
now. from dunk's perspective, there's the prince kicking a crumpled-up dark-haired girl in common clothes. egg had said that the prince was hurting the puppeteer, only when the girl dunk's pulled up looks up at him in vague horror, it's blood streaming into dark blue-violet eyes, not brown, that dunk sees. tanselle herself is moving to stand up from where she was being protected by the girl dunk has manhandled, the targaryen princess, and tanselle is looking not too much the worse for wear aside from being understandably very shaken.
the kingsguard is about ready to snatch dunk up both for hitting the prince and grabbing the princess. aerion's anger has blown through the roof to the point where he can barely respond save for turning his scent sour and rotten, making everyone in the area including the kingsguard sick. then aerion starts ordering the kingsguard to punish dunk for what he's done, only alaena is also ordering them to halt. the kingsguard ought to mind what an alpha royal says over an omega, but some mind what a prince says over a princess, then there's the argument as to who's older, so there's a bit of confusion and the kingsguard are about ready to fight amongst themselves until egg runs up and reveals himself as a prince.
things get complicated from then on while dunk's being held in a cell. dunk did lay hands on aerion, but it was in defense of a princess, technically. but then an alpha (dunk) did lay hands on an omega (aerion). but then that omega (aerion) did almost claw out an alpha's (alaena's) eyes first, and that's just not done in this society, especially when it's a male of royal status going after a female of equal royal status. not proper at all.
baelor does his talking with dunk, maekar's busy dressing down alaena and aerion for scrapping like stray dogs over a bone in the street. maekar is more critical of alaena after finding out she's not going to lose her eye or her vision after all, just a nasty scratch down the middle of her eyelid that needs treated and bandaging so it doesn't get infected, along with the other scratches on her face.
according to maekar, alaena is meant to watch over her brother and mind his temper and she let him get that far into disgracing the family name to the point of exposing himself as a wildly unhappy omega? she couldn't stop him sooner? she's an alpha, he's an omega, why couldn't she manage even that much? and to be protecting some nobody omega over protecting her twin? and then the whole puppet show, she let that happen without comment too? that insult?
aerion, of course, goes for the trial of seven, trying to invoke daeron’s and alaena's dishonor in the whole affair, only daeron wanted nothing to do with it and alaena is smarting from being castigated for not managing her brother better. i imagine that aerion wanted alaena fighting for him as she always did until today, only maekar refuses to let her participate, being injured and having one eye bandaged and all, on top of having joined the jousts against permission when she was only supposed to do the non-combative parts of the tourney.
alaena, then, would elect to join dunk’s side. not to betray her brother or her father, but because it’s the right thing to do. of course, her uncle baelor joins dunk’s side too in the end, and then there’s other knights that alaena doesn’t much know aside from lyonel baratheon, the laughing storm. maybe robin rhysling, who lost an eye during a joust, she'd have heard of him. not raymun fossoway, though, not until he shows up.
essentially, if maekar had let alaena join at the start and hadn't frozen her out, she would have stood by her brother. not out of support, but out of loyalty. he’s a wretch and a rat and the cause of all this trouble besides being the one to hurt her face, but that’s her big brother. that’s her twin. alaena would have standing by aerion regardless and she’ll protect him from himself and his consequences as she’s always done, and they’ll deal with the fallout and personal injuries later amongst themselves. maekar means to be looking out for his daughter and is trying to look out for his son, but the twins both have minds of their own that aren’t aligned with what their father wants for them.
now that she’s taken up with dunk’s side, replacing ser humfrey hardyng, that’s a whole other game going on. it’s almost instantly obvious to the crowd that the family is divided. egg is panicking, dunk and raymun have been sick, alaena is almost going to be sick, it’s rough all around. but then again, once maekar recognizes his daughter’s armor, he’s making sure to tell the kingsguard to leave her well alone. he’ll cheat for his son, he’ll cheat for his daughter, even if he’s bawling her and baelor out for going against family.
there’s a little quiet moment between the twins before everything starts, after aerion finds out alaena is going against him. maybe he sneaks into her prep tent while she’s getting her armor on, and they have a moment alone. he feels betrayed, it’s in his scent, but a deep betrayal, like his whole worldview is shaken. he thought she’d be with him forever and always, but then. maekar didn’t let her join with them, else she would have stayed, right? and her eye’s bandaged up, can’t see through it, and she just looks... not disappointed, but resigned. disappointment would have been easier to bear, it meant that she at least held him to a standard that he had fallen short of. but resignation? that means he’d done what she expected he’d do - be a temperamental omega again, get them into trouble again. only this time she’s not there to help him get out of it.
aerion’s scent probably goes bad for a bit at this too-late realization, and alaena is moving to try to comfort him after a little wait - rubbing her wrists against his neck to scent him and reassure him. she doesn’t smell of resignation and of throwing aerion away, she smells more of resolution. alaena tells him that if this is what it takes for aerion to learn to manage himself, to behave himself, then this is what she’ll do. she’s been cleaning up after him for far too long, and mama’s not there to help either of them figure out what to do, and she’s not mama, but aerion’s gotta learn sometime. and if that means she’s dead at the end of it, so be it.
of course, the concept of alaena dying in this whole thing really does hammer into place for aerion just how serious this is now. death of all seven of one side or either he or dunk yielding. aerion’s too proud to yield, and dunk is a true knight who stood up for the weak, so there’s no yielding there.
i’m sure if aerion had called the whole thing off at that point, there’d be humiliation and he’d have to admit his wrong in the whole thing and that’s a whole kettle of fish around omega actions and his own as a prince and all that, but it’d be over with.
but i want fighting, so here we go.
the trial of seven starts, alaena's plan is to go knock daeron off his horse as he'd asked and then go to protect the other knights on dunk’s side. she knows lyonel can joust at least, and dunk’s pretty big so he should be fine, and uncle baelor is good too, but she doesn’t really know about the others’ combat skills except that raymun just got knighted about five whole minutes ago and ser rhysling is a good jouster but is blind in one eye. point being, alaena doesn’t want them to die because of her foolish twin, so there she goes.
maekar sees that daeron got laid out and that alaena was the one to do it, so he knows that his daughter isn’t killing her brother. but she keeps getting in between the kingsguard and the targets she’s protecting and in general being a nuisance, but at least she’s not going after aerion herself.
and then aerion starts screaming across the field and both alaena and maekar alert to that. alaena takes off first, going off pure instinct to protect her brother, and maekar’s trying to get to his son but people are in his way - might be easier for him to see alaena disappearing into the fog to get to her twin though, he figures that she’s not likely to kill aerion, and if anyone could get him to yield painlessly, it’d have to be his sister.
only alaena gets intercepted by steffon fossoway, and she doesn’t know much about him but that she’s heard he’s a traitor, having pretty much promised dunk to help him and going to join aerion’s side instead. alaena might help set him up to get taken out by his cousin raymun.
the whole thing’s taken her back to where maekar and baelor and the laughing storm are fighting, and alaena is exhausted and hurt and disoriented and can barely see, much less move well, but she goes to try to help... someone. instinct probably drives her to try to get between her father and all the damage he’s tanking, only everyone’s running on high adrenaline and everything’s a noisy, fighting mess. screaming, yelling, metal smashing on metal, wood snapping from lances breaking, horses running amok and with their riders off them and generally making horse noises, the audience sounds, the sounds of someone’s heartbeat in their head, heavy breathing echoing inside the helms, pain and pain and pain and pure instinct making people duck and weave and hold their shields up and swing their weapons around-
and it's the hardest thing she's ever done but it's for family, alaena is doing this for her family. as an alpha, as a daughter of house targaryen, a princess, she's swinging and slashing and ducking and fighting - she's never fought before, has she, not in anything as big as this, but her brother needs her, her father needs her, she has get through this even if she's lost her shield, even if her feet are slipping in the mud, even if her arms and legs are turning to jelly and her neck is on fire from the weight of the helm-
somehow, the sharp pain that starts blooming across alaena's back and torso is a welcome relief. and it's a clarifying pain, isn't it, like fire, dragon's fire. it focuses her, or maybe that's the smell of blood that forces her alpha instincts to the surface to override her fatigue. so the princess snarls, alpha tones rumbling in her throat as she lifts her battered sword with renewed vigor and flies at the people threatening her pack, her family-
only, she starts feeling cold all of a sudden. there's ice, crawling into her veins out of nowhere and trying to freeze her where she stands. father is calling, and he's upset, isn't he, and alaena turns to try to smile at him and tell him it's alright, papa. aerion's alright, mama told them it was alright, a little rain and mud didn't hurt anyone-
darkness sweeps over her vision in a gentle wave, gentler than the ice, gentler than the fire before that. alaena feels herself falling away, but she plants her feet more solidly. alphas stay standing. targaryens stay standing. she won't fail her family, not again, but papa is calling again, and he's calling and calling but there's a strangeness in his voice, and there's a strangeness in uncle baelor's voice, too. there's a weight lifted off her shoulders and she can't see-
by the time it’s announced that aerion yields, there’s people helping each other off the field, raymun fossoway is victorious over his dishonorable cousin, dunk and aerion are bloodied up, everyone’s moving except for the heavily injured and the dead.
ser humfrey beesbury, killed in the first charge.
and princess alaena targaryen, who's been whisked off the field to the healers' tents amidst prince maekar's shouts for his children and prince baelor holding him up.
Guys, should I write this (male) OC x Gaz Omegaverse (soulmate thing) fanfic?
Plot (kinda): my Alpha!OC would be on the enemy's side (Still planning how), he gets captured by the Taskforce, and when they go to interrogate him, Omega!Gaz just freezes cause that's literally his soulmate.
Like... imagine u go to meet ur enemy and end up being destined to be. Cannot be me ngl.
Should I do it?
Yes
No
Voting ended onDec 26, 2025
Imma write it either way, but I like people's opinions 👍
Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.
Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode
Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam
Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.
A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3
“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing.
“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan.
Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time.
“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.”
Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him.
“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!”
Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically.
“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.
Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process.
“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.
“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?”
Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug.
“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai.
“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually.
“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance.
“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed.
No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega.
There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence.
He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it.
“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look.
Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair?
No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all.
“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side.
“Do you want me to hit her?”
“What?!”
Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of.
“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve.
“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.”
“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.”
Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience.
“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast.
Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him.
Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy.
So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there.
Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group.
“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register.
“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily.
“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.
Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega.
One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate.
Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age.
He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized.
“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap.
As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted.
Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire.
A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same.
“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.”
Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over.
“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment.
Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all.
For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate.
Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being.
Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal.
No.
This was not her fight.
Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.
She was his.
Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away.
A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.
The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes.
Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night.
The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes.
However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled.
Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance.
His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it.
One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed.
Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another.
Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s.
However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression.
A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain.
Your mischief knows no bounds, little one
Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure.
My jealous little mate
Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning.
Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit.
Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love
Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead.
I know
Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure.
I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior.
Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.
In this life, some live with two. Humans in looks, wolves in spirit, amongst them they are known as Wolfskin. In this world, they stay hidden as they expand, multiply and hunt...Baltimore is no exception.
Rana is one and also an FBI agent. When a serial killer leaves them facing a dead end, Jack brings forward Will Graham to help them; without knowing, Will is unique.
She will do anything to keep him safe. A task that will prove hard when a strong, lonely Alpha, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, enters their lives.
Pairing: Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal X Fem! OC
Chapter Warnings: None
Previous - Chapter 2: A New Clue
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Chapter 3: Cannibal Serial Killers & Mysterious Psychiatrists
The next day, Rana met Will at the HQ to accompany him to the morgue. Jack was currently at the Academy, talking with the young psychiatrist known as Dr. Bloom.
She was intelligent, young, and had worked with Will for a while. Jack wanted to put Will more out in the field; however, he knew the risks.
He went to the Academy to ask her opinion and her help, in case Will needed it. After his talk with him, it was clear to both that the man had a twisted sense of love for those girls and that he would soon go after the next one.
Will was the only one, who could truly help them and Jack could not dismiss him...not yet.
While he was busy there, Will had been dressed in a medical apron and a plastic visor as he hovered over the body of the girl. Around him, were Jimmy, Beverly and Brian, who were busy inspecting and working on the body; hoping to find more clues.
At one side, leaning against the wall, was Rana. She was there to gather any information the four of them found and then give it to Jack.
At the same time, she wanted to keep an eye on Will, especially with Beverly and her snoopy nose being around.
She never minded the gore, blood or the dead. It would be silly if someone like her had trouble handling it. The opposite, she was always intrigued, and the feeling of blood on her hands did trigger some more primal instincts.
For that reason, she found it wiser to keep her distance, but if she ever had to, she could control her impulses and do her job.
"Tried her skin for prints. Of course, nothing. We did get a hand spread off her neck." Jimmy started, glancing at Rana, who was watching them like a Hawk.
"What about her nails?" she asked, muscled hands folded in front of her as she leaned on the wall, with one leg bent.
"Her fingernails were smudged when we took scrapings. The scrapings were where she cut her palms with them. She never scratched him." Brian added.
"Hmm," Rana exclaimed. "That means he knew how to prevent her from scratching him. He is no certain fool," she mumbled, but the silence in the room made everyone hear her.
"Curly piece of metal is all we got," Beverly added, before sneaking a flirtatious smile towards Will.
Something that did not go unnoticed by Rana. Thankfully, the scientist did not do anything, and Will was not focusing on her at all. Instead, his mind seemed to be not present.
"We should be looking at plumbers, steamfitters, tool workers." He said, glancing at Rana, who wrote it down in her little notebook as he adjusted the visor and forced himself to look in the body bag.
While he was busy thinking, imagining and trying to recreate what had happened to the girl, the other three worked normally.
Rana had noticed him but had not said anything as she studied him. She found it fascinating how his compressed other nature formed in a way that allowed him to think like the predator he is supposed to be.
She hadn't met many of their kind, but she knew each one was unique. Each one grew and developed certain skills that reflected their personality, their character, and their environment.
Will learnt how to empathise with predators, following serial killers and their way of thinking, clearly because he suppressed his true nature.
Rana, on the other hand, always motivated by anger and adrenaline, had developed physically and had acquired skills more used in combat and, as some would suggest, hunting.
Her senses were keen, but she did not have the perception Will had, just like he didn't have her reflexes and strong fight instincts that she possessed.
While she was the only one before she met him, that wasn't always the case. She was raised in an environment with their kind and had learnt valuable information from a young age that she hoped one day to pass on to Will.
However, approaching and explaining was the trickiest part. She did not know how much he knew or if he had unlocked them yet.
"Other injuries were probably but not conclusively post-mortem. She wasn't gored."
"She has lots of piercings that look like they were caused by deer antlers. I didn't say the deer was responsible for putting them there."
The trio kept working and talking while Rana was half paying attention.
However, she focused fully when Will snapped back into reality and added his conclusions: "She was mounted on them, like hooks. She may have been bled."
This made Beverly and Jimmy glance at Will as well, while Brian was distracted by his investigation of the abdominal wound. "Her liver was removed. He took it out and put it back in. See."
This made the female agent lift an eyebrow and approach the table, leaning over to see what he was pointing at. She was not that expert in the body anatomy, but she could faintly see the signs that the organ had been sewed back.
"Why cut out her liver if he was just going to sew it back in again?" Brian asked, confused.
All muscle tone in Will's face went slack as Rana sniffed faintly, bringing her face a little closer to the body. There was something...something that smelt different... it didn't smell like the organs of a corpse would...no...it was something more.
"Something was wrong with the meat." Rana and Will said at the same time, in perfect sync.
This made the trio look at them, confused, but also freaked out that the duo knew it, although each of them had found it out differently.
They exchanged a look, something familiar passing in front of their eyes as their minds suddenly connected. "She has liver cancer."
That's why it smelled differently, Rana thought, but then noticed how Will had paled.
Before she could ask him what was happening, he spoke up, and what he said next made everyone feel a chill going down their spine. "He's eating them"
Rana had called Jack just as Will's latest conclusion came. Jack had a lead for someone who could help with the case and was on his way.
However, he needed to know all the details, so she ended up in his car as he drove them to their next destination.
She was hesitant to leave Will behind but he had reassured her that he would focus on his lectures, now that he got another clue. It would allow him to take a break and allow his mind to focus on something else.
After Rana finished explaining what they found, Jack tensed his jaw and his hands around the car wheel.
"So, this lunatic is now eating them? Is this his sick love that Will talked about?" he asked, unhappy with the news.
Rana shrugged, leaning back on the seat and looking straight ahead of her. "I don't know. They are still working on more clues, but without the other bodies, it's hard to know." There was another silence between them as Jack took a turn and went off the busy highway. "Where exactly are we heading to?"
"Dr Hannibal Lecter. Dr Bloom recommended him. He might be able to help us and Will, in this nutjob case" Jack explained.
The female agent remained quiet, not adding anything more. Somehow, having a psychiatrist look at and inspect Will made her guts twist.
Yet again, Will was sensitive; perhaps someone more experienced could help if something went wrong. She was indecisive but decided not to make any decisions before meeting the man in person.
At last, they arrived at the fancy building where the famous psychologist lived, and Rana could not help but admire the architecture.
Climbing out of the car, she sniffed the air as a certain scent reached her olfactory processing cortex. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, she felt nothing had taken place.
Jack was clueless about her small reaction, already busy pushing the door open and entering the building. Rana followed behind him, her eyes seeming to be more concentrated than ever.
Unknown to Jack, his protégé started to suspect that this psychiatrist was not at all what everyone else thought.
When they arrived on the right floor, they found his door closed. It was clear that he was having an appointment, so they both waited in suspense and slight uneasiness.
The clock was ticking, and they both wanted nothing more than to catch this madman.
Rana was also uneasy because the scent of another Wolf had reached her senses while also setting one question apart.
Was the client or the good doctor, one of her kind?
Her answer soon came as the door was opened from the inside and a slightly plus size nervous man was about to be escorted out. He was very nervous, the scent of sweat and high adrenaline reaching her nose.
However, Rana knew there and then that the man was not like her. That made her attention focus on the doctor standing by his side. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly at the sight of a man with exotic features and dressed in a wrinkle-less three-piece matching suit.
Jack took the chance to step forward, blocking the way of the other two men. "Doctor Lecter?"
The man noticed him first, but Rana saw evidence that his nostrils moved slightly as he had picked up her scent just as she had picked up his.
However, he did not give anything away. Instead, he focused on Jack. "I hate to be discourteous, but this is a private exit for my patients."
He got his badge out. "I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford and this is Special Agent Rana Stones," he said, motioning for the blond, who had her badge as per usual hanging around her neck. "We are with the F.B.I. May we come in?"
Dr Lecter took a good look at the female agent, but his face had the perfect mask, exposing nothing of his inner thoughts or any of his reactions
"You may wait in the waiting room." He then focused on his patient. "I'll see you next week, Franklyn." Yet, before fully dismissing him, he turned to Jack again. "Unless, of course, this is about him."
Jack corrected him. "Oh, no, this is all about you."
And this is how Rana was once again sitting on the couch next to Jack.
Hannibal had gone inside his office momentarily and said he would call them. This gave her a moment to put on her mask and focus on her training.
Jack, next to her, was as clueless as ever about the secret world existing under his nose.
He picked up a Magazine, out of mere curiosity and to control his temper. He did not like waiting or being dismissed that way.
Usually, when people see their badges, they immediately speak to them, but it was clear that this certain Doctor wanted to make sure that he had the upper hand and was the dominant one in this situation from the very start.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Dr Lecter stepped into the doorway. "Please. Come in."
Jack and Rana stood up, heading for his office.
The female stayed a step behind Jack, and yet, as she passed in front of the good doctor, she felt his sharp gaze on her. She did not turn her head to acknowledge him but simply kept walking with her head held high.
Yet, she did not fail to pick up his unique scent. A mixture of exotic spices and well-aged wine contained in an oak barrel. Each person and wolfskin had their unique scent, which was recognisable and characteristic of them.
Hannibal watched them pass and as Rana passed by him, his senses got overloaded by her strong dominant scent. He blinked and forced a flat smile to cover his reactions, as he processed the scent of whiskey and burning wood with a faint touch of gunpowder.
Once inside the office, the two agents split. Rana took a seat on the couch, right across from Hannibal, while Jack decided to roam around and survey his collection of books and artefacts, while also admiring his art.
"May I ask how this is all about me?" he asked, his eyes going from Rana to Jack.
"You can ask. But I do need to ask you a few questions first. Are you expecting another patient?" Jack started.
"We're all alone," Hannibal informed, being so willing to cooperate and answer the questions.
"No secretary?"
"Was pre-dispositioned to romantic whims. Followed her heart to the United Kingdom. Sad to see her go."
Rana lifted an eyebrow, her back straight and her hands flat on her thighs. Somehow, the story, while sounding believable, also could not be true.
Usually, she would pick up the heartbeat of a normal human and detect when they are lying, but it was different with Hannibal.
For starters, his heart rate was stable but that was something their kind could easily control. A steady heartbeat was crucial cause increased adrenaline and blood was what caused their primary instincts to kick in and make their mind less human and more animalistic.
For that, she focused on anything else about him. It was their common technique with Jack. He asked the questions and tried to see if their suspect would bite while Rana would notice their reactions.
Being a woman, it was not easy for men to take her seriously or consider her a threat.
At first, she was quite reactive and violent to scare them and force them to speak.
However, after she started working with Jack, her teacher realised that she had other gifts she could develop to improve their partnership.
He was not wrong and his ideas worked.
Speaking of Jack, he had focused and was busy studying framed meticulous pencil drawings of Parisian landscapes. "Are these yours, Doctor?"
Hannibal gave a nod, his hand carefully pointing at the drawing of a school. " Among the firsts. My boarding school in Paris when I was a boy."
"Incredible amount of detail."
Not liking how things were, Hannibal stood up and moved to his desk. He picked up a point with a scalpel, blowing the shavings off the tip to reveal its sharpness. "Learned very early a scalpel cuts better points than a pencil sharpener."
He let the pencil down but not the scalpel. He eyed Jack carefully, focusing on the FBI agent's jugular.
However, he made no move as the strong scent of Rana kept reminding him that she was silently watching him. If only he could be alone with Jack, but that could not be the case.
"I understand your drawing got you an internship at Johns Hopkins."
Rana's muscles tensed faintly, and she moved her position on the couch faintly, just as she noticed Hannibal's faint nostril flair and eye dilation.
Yet, his heartbeat remained steady, and he simply exhaled. Others would not notice such small changes, but they were not her.
"I am beginning to suspect you are investigating me, Agent Crawford."
There is suddenly an eerie stillness as if lightning were about to strike. Rana decided to speak, change her position, and sit on the couch's armrest.
"Is there a reason why we should investigate you, Dr Lecter?" she asked, earning a hidden smirk from Jack.
Hannibal's full attention turned to her now, his pupils dilating even more. Her presence alone tested the control of his instincts; it had been years since he had been in the presence of another like him.
And the last one he was with did not have the same aura and vibe Rana did.
He was no fool; he could see the signs, as both of them showed clear, pure dominance with their body language, stable tone of voice, and intense stare.
The tension in the room started to thicken, those two never breaking eye contact.
For a microsecond, both had their irises flash to a bright red, as if triggered by the intense staring and the silent fight for control of the room.
Jack sensed that something was odd, so he moved and sat next to Rana. His attention change caused Hannibal's and Rana's eyes to return to normal.
"You were referred to me by Alana Bloom in the psychology department at Georgetown."
This caught Hannibal's attention, as his demeanour changed again, and he took his seat once again. "Most psychology departments are filled with ham radio enthusiasts and other personality-deficient people. Dr Bloom would be the exception. "
"You mentored her during her residency at John Hopkins, correct?" the female agent asked him.
"I learned as much from her as she learned from me," Lecter said coolly.
"Showed me your paper in The Journal of Clinical Psychiatry. Evolutionary Origins of Social Exclusion." Jack continued.
"And?"
"Very interesting, even to a layman." He continued.
Rana was told about the paper, and Jack sort of summarised it in his way for her.
She could read it if she wanted, but she was not truly interested. Specialisation and science were never her cups of tea.
Instead, she focused more on other subjects like Physical Education. Philosophy, Law and History were the only exceptions, but no other subjects. Perhaps this was also a result of her internal need for justice and her strong instincts, which required more energy and physical results.
"A layman? So many learned fellows going about in the halls of Behavioural Science at the F.B.I. and you consider yourself a layman? What about your partner? Do you consider her a laywoman?" Hannibal said, deciding to try his unique psychoanalyzing skills.
He was curious about this partnership and how much Jack truly knew about Rana and her kind.
It was the first time she had seen a Wolfskin in a position of power, one that required working with and around humans daily for hours on end. It was truly fascinating to him as well, and he was curious to find out more about the unique blond agent sitting across from him.
Jack realised what was going on, slightly, and exchanged a look with Rana before speaking up. "I do when I'm in your company, Doctor. I am, also, not one to speak for my partner. She can answer that if she wishes to" This made the female's lips curve slightly upwards. "I am here for another reason. I'd like you to help me with a psychological profile."
OS MESES desolados e sombrios em que as nuvens negras chegavam uivando do norte eram uma época de amargura e tristeza .
A neve caía em pedaços espessos e despencavam nas ruas desertas, se acumulando aos cantos da rua , atrapalhando a passagem de pedestres.
A neve pisoteada, cobrindo a estrada a casa do ômega, estava salpicada de marrom e preto por conta do tráfego de pessoas
No vento frio da madrugada de inverno, Minato caminhava de volta pra casa, estava cansado e com sono, seu cio estava pra chegar e seu alfa [Nome] estava em missão.
A luz da lua iluminava o rosto cansado e pálido do ômega, seu casaco da cor branca estava sujo e molhado, seus cabelos bagunçados por causa do vento.
Finalmente chegando em sua casa onde morava com [Nome], destrancou a porta e entrou, chegou no banheiro e deixou a banheira enchendo com água morna,foi a seu quarto e separou um par de roupas leves .
Depois de um longo banho relaxante, se levantou da banheira, andando devagar tomando cuidado para não escorregar lá mesmo, ele dirigiu-se até a sua cama e vestiu as roupas que havia separado recentemente.
Antes mesmo de colocar a blusa, o loiro começou a sentir que estava quente demais para colocar uma blusa, sua respiração pesou de repente, e ele sabia o que aquilo significava.
Seu cio havia chagado.
Ficando exausto, Minato apenas deitou sobre sua cama ,se embolou em meio aos lençóis e fechou seus olhos sabendo que naquele momento ele passaria por uma das piores torturas existentes.
[...]
[Nome] estava de pé diante de minha cama.
Recuei com um sobressalto, me chocando contra a cabeceira, com a visão ofuscada pela luz de velas...
Senti uma maldita fisgada me acertar bem em meu pênis.
–Merda! —
Sinto como se tivesse uma onda de eletricidade me percorrendo no instante em que meus lábios encontram os dele,meu lobo se alegra e aquele escorregadio aumenta cada vez mais.
[Nome] me puxa contra seu corpo e eu o abraço com os braços e as pernas, respirando seu beijo, moldando meus lábios aos seus e sentindo-me como um ômega ao ser beijado pela primeira vez. É o tipo de troca que eu só havia lido nos livros e que imaginei não ser possível de vivenciar na vida real.
É como se tudo de mim se misturasse a tudo dele e nos tornasse um único ser que faz com que eu tenha a sensação de ter fogos de artificio explodindo dentro do meu coração.
O meu alfa é gentil, delicado e me beija com intensidade, seus dedos percorrendo minhas costas e chegando a minha bunda. Agarro os cabelos macios dele e gemo de encontro a sua boca macia.
Meu corpo queima e clama pelo dele,meu pênis vazando pré-gozo, meu ânus soltando aquele melado estranho.
Eu me esfrego em sua coxa, tentando encontrar alívio para meu pau duro e meus testículos inchados.
Com gentileza, ele me afasta, sua respiração ruidosa se misturando a minha. Toco meus lábios inchados com as pontas dos dedos e vejo fazer a mesma coisa, seu olhar me percorrendo e se detendo na camiseta que tem a barra erguida até a minha cintura.
Em um ato de ousadia, tiro a peça de algodão e ele estica a mão, tocando meus mamilos, seus dedos quentes me deixando arrepiado. Gemo com uma carícia tão singela e ele fecha os olhos, como se estivesse sendo torturado.
Estamos na mesma, poxa.
Aproximo e o livro da gravata e então, lentamente, começo a abrir os botões da sua camisa .
Ele chegou da missão e veio me chamar para um encontro, está até de terno.
— O que está fazendo? — pergunta com voz rouca.
— Não acha injusto que só você me veja?–
Ele entende o meu dilema e tira a camisa, tira a calça e fica somente de boxer preta, se livrando das meias e ficando de lado. Mesmo na baixa luminosidade, consigo ver a ereção dele.
Sento na cama e tiro a calça, em seguida me liberto do lençol embolado.
— Direitos iguais — digo com uma ousadia que eu não teria.
Ele se aproxima e faz com que eu deite de costas, ficando de lado. Ele olha para mim e lambe os lábios, se inclinando até sua respiração pairar acima de um mamilo .
Mordo o lábio no instante em que ele coloca a ponta da língua quente em cima do meu mamilo, não hesitando em abocanhá-lo e sugá-lo, os seus dentes "pastando" sobre ele.
Fecho os olhos e puxo os cabelos dele,gemendo baixinho quando belisca meu outro mamilo com o indicador e o polegar, me deixando mais exitado ,com o pau duro igual rocha que a todo momento friccionava na minha cueca toda molhada.
[Nome] continua a me acariciar, passando para o outro mamilo e me fazendo gemer mais alto, o pulsar em minhas pernas se torna mais 'violento' e algo começa a se formar no fundo do meu abdômen.
— Eu quero mais — peço baixinho.
Ele atende ao meu pedido e me beija, ficando por cima de mim e deixando que eu passe as pernas ao seu redor, esfregando meu pau em sua ereção.
— Você está me deixando maluco — fala de encontro a minha boca, lambendo e chupando meu lábio inferior. — Não acha que está brincando com fogo?—
— Hum~—
O alfa beija meu queixo e se posiciona entre as minhas pernas abertas,abaixando minha cueca e começando a brincar com meu buraco.Arregalo os olhos, ansioso...
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— Estou grávido [Nome]. —
Ele olhou para mim,seus olhos brilhando com uma grande felicidade, ele veio até mim ficando na minha frente.
— Jamais deixarei de me sentir grato por ter você em minha vida Minato! — Um sorriso leve e feliz ao falar isso — Qual será o nome? Você acha que é menino ou menina?Ou os dois!?Alfa ou ômega? Não importa! Papai vai amar do mesmo jeitinho! — Eu me recostei nele , e o braço de [Nome] se fechou em volta de meus ombros. Sobre o braço pintado com a marca que ambos carregamos, a promessa entre nós.
De jamais nos separar, não até o fim.
— COMO ASSIM VOCÊ TÁ GRÁVIDO MINATO? — Jiraya aparace,pulando a janela de nossa casa e entrando.
Thirty years ago everything was normal. They killed vampires and went home, having a peaceful life. Then Millennium had to happen. The Battle of London shook the world to its core. Alucard was gone, shaking up Integra more than it should have. But everything seemed to have corrected itself a few decades later. The manor was whole once more, Seras was still there to protect the aging Integra, then one night the vampire king returns. Everything seemed like it was back to normal, Integra feeling like her pack was back together once more. Even though Alucard was an alpha as well, he fell right into the pack the alpha Integra formed. He was unusually submissive, but Integra thought it was due to the conditioning that her predecessors put him through.
There was one major change to the dynamic though. Alucard could sense another has infiltrated their pack. He didn’t notice that night, overwhelmed with the single drop of fresh blood he got from his alpha, but the next night he could tell someone else has entered. Another alpha. Alucard was very keen on when a new alpha arrived. He could sense it from a mile away. He got defensive but refused to show it, just wandering down the halls. With Seras being a beta he knew she could have been the one to blindly bring someone but Integra would have never allowed it, under normal circumstances. So why is there one here, scent blended with everyone else?
He found a bedroom, the scent overwhelming. He walked through the door, refusing to make any noise but found no one there. That can’t be right… His nose never lied to him, and it said an alpha was in this room. He let out a low growl as he walked around the room, finding nobody. He was about to flip the bed when a voice called out, a thick Hungarian accent being heard.
“Don’t do that now!”
Alucard turned his head violently like an owl, watching as the shadows in the room formed into a man. He turned his body to match his head and watched as the man looked up to him, disappointment on his face. Alucard knew him. The long wavey red hair that reached his waist that he let fall freely, the broad shoulders that helped show his true strength. His face was sharp, angled, with no eyebrows, and had one green eye and one red eye with a black sclera. If his heart still beat it would be pounding out of his chest at this moment as the alpha took a step towards him.
“Istvan…”
“Vlad.”
“That’s not my name.”
“It will always be your name.”
Istvan walked right up to him, being a whole head shorter than him, and placed his hands on either side of Alucard’s face. Alucard closed his eyes and let himself be pulled down to the height of his lover. Istvan softly pressed his lips to the vampire’s and Alucard felt his knees go weak. He felt a genuine smile creep onto his face, something he hasn’t felt often before Istvan pulled away.
“My dearest little omega, how have you survived without me?”
Alucard, still at his level, had a dopey smile on his face as he looked between his two colored eyes.
“I haven’t.”
Istvan pulled back Alucard’s shirt collar to see his mark was gone. At least no one else has replaced it.
“I think I’m going to have to fix that…”
“Please.”
“Now don’t beg, it’s unbecoming of a king.” He scolded before fixing his collar and giving him one more quick kiss. Alucard stood up right, disappointed that it wasn’t corrected right then and there but he knew better than to plead.
“Why did you hide from me?” Alucard asked, confused as to why he’d hide in the shadows.
“Because I wasn’t ready to see you…” He admitted, looking down with a bit of shame. “I know what Van Hellsing did to you. I wasn’t able to stop it. That damn alpha corrupted the beautiful mark I gave you…”
It hurt to hear the memories of what happened, the nightmares of Van Hellsing able to bring him to tears but he refused to let his mate be hurt by something that he had no part in. However, he was not one for kind words. “Shut up about that. You’re stupid if you thought I didn’t want to see you.” He scolded and Istvan got defensive.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” He growled and Alucard straightened up a bit. “I couldn’t live with myself knowing you were imprisoned here.”
“It’s not that bad anymore.”
“I guess so… That Integra woman is a much kinder alpha than most.”
“Speaking of her, how did you get her to let you stay here? She and my fledgling should have killed you on sight.”
“They were too weak after the battle of London to kill me. I felt your power from across the world… I immediately came to see if you were alright but you were already gone…” His voice got quieter with every word but after a moment he took a deep breath and continued talking. “I found the Hellsing, prepared to kill her but she already looked dead. She was destroyed after you were gone. I thought you had mated with her-“
“Absolutely not.” He defended and glared down at him.
“Then I learnt that she thought you an alpha. Everyone did. How do you fool everyone? Your heats are so intense.”
“I just don’t give in.”
“That must hurt! That would be crippling to do. You had no one to help you through them? I won’t mad Vlad, just tell me.”
“I ignored them. The pain was nothing compared to other pains I have dealt with.” He was being honest but that hurt Istvan worse than if he mated with someone else. His one eye glowed bright red and he bared his many fangs.
“What did that Hellsing do to you?” He ordered an answer, a deep growl escaping from his throat.
“Things. Magic, non-magic, torture.” He stated with a shrug, “Nothing I haven’t experienced before.”
Istvan pulled him back down to his level, gripping the collar of his shirt. “Did he rape you?”
“Wouldn’t be the first.” Alucard stated calmly. He’s grown painfully apathic to the torture he’s experienced. Afterall he is a monster and monsters are made to be tortured.
“Did you get-“
“God no.” Alucard interrupted, reassuring him quickly. “He would never do it while I was in a heat.”
“I don’t know what’s worse.” Istvan let go of him and put his head into his hands. “I should have been there!”
“He exorcised the demon in you and it was during the day he attacked. Your vampiric nature never would have survived the daylight to save me anyway.”
“My demon would have come back though! I could have killed him!”
“Maybe. But then I would lose half of you.” He stated and cupped Istvan’s cheek. “I want all of you.”
“You can get real sappy when you want to.”
“Oh just shut up now.” He hissed and grabbed the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the ground to his height. “Fuck me like you use to. Give me a new mark.”
“What did I say about begging?” Istvan cooed with a smug grin.
“Who said I’m begging? That was an order.”
“Oh! I guess you can pass as an alpha.” He laughed but was quietly silenced when Alucard slammed his lips into his. This kiss was not soft like the last one, it was aggressive, full of pent up emotions. Istvan could barely keep up but he decided it was time that Alucard started acting like the omega he always was. He shoved his tongue down Alucard’s throat and pulled his hair back and Alucard’s mouth just fell open, letting Istvan explore it with his tongue. He was careful of his fangs but used his own to bite his lip which got Alucard to moan deeply.
He kicked Alucard’s leg out from under him and caused him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto his bed. It broke their kiss and Alucard let out a laugh, for the first time in centuries he could feel happiness taking over any emotion that wanted to make itself known. He felt Istvan tearing off his clothes as he stared up at the ceiling in pure bliss. As soon as his chest was bare Istvan kissed from his throat to a nipple and started to kiss and suck at it until Alucard couldn’t help but let a moan escape. It was quiet, nowhere near the volume he could reach when he was really enjoying himself. As he kissed and sucked he let his hand travel down and into his lover’s pants, softly playing with his dick. It was already painfully hard and Alucard couldn’t help but raise his hips so that it would fill his hand. Istvan let out a deep chuckle before grasping it completely and rubbing him. Alucard let out a growl and exposed his neck where his scent glands where, but Istvan wasn’t having that.
“Not now dearest,” He said and kissed the spot which made Alucard growl louder. “I will when you can’t speak any longer and are crying over how good I make you feel.”
A gasp escaped Alucard and he felt his smile returning, getting even more excited. He never met anyone who could make him feel this way. He had his wives when he was human but they never satisfied him, in and out of bed, and other women and men throughout his life were useless. He would just eat them afterwards for disappointing him and let them be ghouls. However this one, he challenged him. He was loyal but demanding. He felt no fear towards him and knowing that made him drunk with lust.
Alucard felt his pleasure build up until he couldn’t handle it any longer. “V-Van… I’m close…”
“So soon? Oh you really need this huh?” However instead of letting him cum and removed his hand which made Alucard whine. Istvan straddled the vampire and pulled him up to kiss him once more, removing the remnants of clothes from his torso. He started to undo his own top however, Alucard just ripped it off him. “Dearest! I can’t just remake my clothes like you! I have to buy new ones!”
“Then buy new ones.” He growled and started to kiss his neck aggressively, fangs scraping his flesh, barely breaking skin. It was Istvan’s turn to let out a low moan and grip his lover’s back, claws scraping his skin leaving marks. He felt Alucard’s fangs brush over his scent glands and he pulled back.
“Not yet!” He scolded, pushing him back down onto the bed.
Alucard let out a laugh, “Sometimes you are no fun…”
“Oh really now?” He saw that as a challenge and got off him which made Alucard frown. Istvan grinned though and his ripped his trousers off, watching as his erection was made free. Istvan laughed at how easily he could arouse his vampire. “Say that again.”
Alucard wasn’t one to take back his word, propping himself up on his elbows he grinned. “You’re. No. Fun.”
He stepped out of his own trousers and Alucard watched as his arousal was made clear. He grinned at the sight of it before Istvan shoved a finger in his hole, slick forming a long time ago. Alucard moaned softly at the feeling but it wasn’t enough. “Come on now, just shove it in.”
“You’re not stretched dearest, you’re not in heat.” He said calmly as he pumped his finger in and out but Alucard growled in protest.
“I can take it.”
Istvan’s blood ran cold and he glared down at him. “I’m not him.” He kissed him passionately as he stuck another finger in and started to scissor him open. This was getting Alucard to wriggle in pleasure, trying to feel him more. He moved his hips to match Istvan’s movements and then a third was added.
“Come on damn you!” He cried and Istvan chuckled, adding in a fourth just to tease him more.
“Are you ready?”
“You son of a bitch…”
Istvan laughed loudly at this before lining himself up. Before he could thrust though, Alucard pushed himself down onto him aggressively with a loud moan. Istvan gasped in pleasure and felt a smile form. “You are so impatient. You always have been.”
Alucard didn’t even register what he said, just taking in the way it felt to be filled once more. He was memorizing this feeling. It wasn’t his first time with him, but it felt like it after Van Hellsing’s violations. To be filled, filled for his own pleasure, was an intoxicating feeling. Istvan could see his was escaping into another world, he gave a thrust before leaning down by his ear. “Serious question; are you okay?” he whispered and Alucard nodded.
“Just keep going…” He said breathlessly. Istvan nodded and kissed him deeply before thrusting in and out at a steady pace. Alucard was moaning but it wasn’t like he normally did. This was tame. Too tame. He decided to test the waters, slamming into him just to watch Alucard arch his back, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He seemed to have lost his voice. Istvan smirked at that and kept going with steady yet violent thrusts.
“You are a slut, wanting me to pound you like this?” he mocked but Alucard just gripped the headboard, letting him keep going. “We’re only in missionary love… You can’t cum like this.” He pulled out of him to hear Alucard whimper pathetically before using immense strength to flip the vampire over. He brought Alucard’s hips up to his own and slammed into him once more, watching how he gripped the sheets and hid his face into the mattress to suppress his moan. “No no now…”
Istvan continued to wreck him and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling it back hard so he couldn’t hide his face. Alucard cried out with pleasure, unable to make himself quiet as he felt Istvan fill him up over and over. He felt the pressure build up again and Istvan could tell he was about to make an ungodly noise. He covered his mouth but didn’t stop pounding him as Alucard cummed, practically screaming with release. He didn’t want Integra to find out Alucard’s nature like this. He slowed down his thrusts and started to stroke Alucard’s dick, bringing his erection back fast. Alucard was babbling by this point, throwing himself back onto his mate over and over to take him all in.
Istvan felt his knot grow, trapping him inside his lover. He forced himself to move a little as Alucard clearly wanted more but he couldn’t after a while. He pulled Alucard up by his hair, pulling him to his chest, letting him sink down on him. Alucard squirmed, shifting himself to accept more into him but there wasn’t anything left. He wanted to kiss Istvan but his back was to his chest and he couldn’t turn. Istvan was stroking him to help get him off as he was close to cumming. He started to breath heavily, feeling his own release coming fast. Just as he released he sunk his fangs into Alucard’s scent glands. The feeling of him break his skin, drink his blood, was more than enough for Alucard to cum once more. He felt the hand go back over his mouth, smothering another scream.
When Istvan released him and left him Alucard was weak, he fumbled around until he found his lover and grabbed him demandingly. It was his turn to sink his fangs into him and Istvan let out a loud moan at the pain, letting Alucard take as much blood as he wanted, hoping the scar would never go away. When Alucard pulled away he rested his head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed. Istvan let out a content sigh, wrapping his arms around him. He glanced down lovingly at him, running his fingers through his hair. He loved that he got to see this side of Alucard. Sure, sex was good, but afterwards Alucard always just wanted to be close. He felt safe with Istvan, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt him while he was vulnerable.
“I love you,” Istvan muttered and Alucard just grunted in response. Typical. “Do you love me?” All he got was a nod which was more than enough for him. He smiled and squeezed him tight. “Good. Now rest dearest, you have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow.” He gently laid him down on the bed, covering him up before getting underneath the covers as well. Alucard was already sleeping, long gone at this point. Istvan could tell by the way he didn’t feel the need to breathe anymore. He was as still as a corpse. He scooted closer to the larger man and rested his head on his chest, the absence of a heartbeat not bothering him in the slightest.
