#alphaxalpha au

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58th Batch Of Fics: 6th Fill

Cole/Hanzo – AlphaxAlpha AU – Part 28 – heat; rut – Cole realizes that Hanzo might not be the only one that is out of his mind with horniness right now.

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Cole is leaning over Hanzo’s back as he crams his knot into him one last time and just has to take a breather, sweat dripping from his nose against Hanzo’s spine. He shudders with the force of his own orgasm oozing out of him like goddamn magma.

His fist involuntarily tightens in the ring of Hanzo’s collar, pulling back on it to make Hanzo gurgle softly, his ridiculously loose hole trembling around the intrusion. There’s nothing about him right now that would ping Alpha to Cole. Nothing but his scent, maybe… but even that has mellowed out considerably for his little baby heat.

He’s been nothing but eager for the whole thing; waiting impatiently for Cole to get out a collar more fitting for some nice, desperate fucking than his daycollar… letting his Alpha put it on before crawling onto their bed and presenting, showing off how his body had been working on producing slick for them.

How wonderfully bodies could adjust if they just wanted to…

“God damn…” Cole groans. He waits for the fatigue to grip a hold of him typically after he’s shot his load… but it doesn’t come. His heart slows down a little but he’s still full of energy, his muscles warm and ready to start a nice, fast rhythm up again. Even his balls feel full… tender from pumping out a fat load, but still full-

If Hanzo notices, he does not show. He does not care. He just arches his back and pushes his ass against Cole’s hips, gurgling softly against the still tight pull of the collar. Wanting more already.

Cole has to force himself to loosen his grip some and even let go of the ring for a moment. There are a few of them in all sizes around the collar he got Hanzo; all for easy and quick grabbing with his finger or fist… or teeth…

He wipes his arm over his sweat drenched face and kneels up again slowly. He fully expects his back to protest on him but that, too, feels nice and warm and flexible. He feels 20 years younger even though he’s always fucked like an old truck, so he’s not too sure where this shit is coming from.

It only hits him when he is right in the middle of dicking Hanzo down again and the pieces click into place. He’s been obsessively staring at the back of Hanzo’s neck, wondering how fast he could get his collar off and out of the way so he could sink his teeth in mean and hard-

all the while fucking down into him at a fast clip, hips colliding with his ass in meaty, obscene smacks while Hanzo does his impression of an Omega wail that is a lot more low and raspy and makes Cole feel like on top of the goddamn world.

He’s going into rut. Or maybe he’s right in the middle of it already. He can’t tell – every damn time it becomes like a fever dream once he looks back on it. Last time had been with Hanzo as well but it feels like it had definitely not been anyhing like this; obsessing over how he can push even deeper into Hanzo until he is squatting above him and fucking straight down into his belly, imagining to put his seed nice and deep… spoon feeding it to his cervix so he’ll start working with it-

Yeah, yeah… yeah that’s not gonna happen, but holy shit his brain is just going on and on and on about knocking his bitch up and wanting to bite him something fierce. Make sure that it’ll scar up and show the whole damn world who he belongs to-

At least he’s… kind of sure? No it must have been crazy back then too? Right? Holy shit he becomes brain dead during his ruts.

By now he’s spent a few of these fake heats with Hanzo; always with the support of some of his team mates, though. He hadn’t thought himself capable of going through with it all by his lonesome, not when he’s seen how damn crazy Hanzo can get when he’s in need of a nice, hard dicking – but it all seems very different when he’s in his own season.

Cassidy doesn’t spent a single thought on whether he can get it up again or not. In fact, he has very little thoughts in general as he puts one hand on the back of Hanzo’s head and the other on the back of his shoulder and pushes him down, mashing his face into the bed as he fucks into his belly, trying to hit the mother lode.

Some kind of haze descends upon his vision as he grits his teeth and pulls his lips back, staring at the side of Hanzo’s face just about visible while ramming into him over… and over… and over again. His thrusts become harsher and more jerky the longer he breeds him. It is less love making and more raw fucking but the sounds Hanzo makes… there is no doubt that he is very much into what is happening.

His hands are cramped into claws with which he rips at the bedsheets whenever Cole manages to hit a particularly good spot during his frenzied fucking. He can’t get enough of staring at them or listening to the rusty Alpha purr or gurgling groans…

Hanzo takes it like a goddamn champ. He must be sore… he has to be sore, but he just keeps thrusting his ass back and up into the thrusts, daring Cassidy to find the nerve and stop what he’s doing.

He can’t. Not even if he wanted to. The danger that Hanzo might turn around and rip his throat out if he didn’t knot him in the next five minutes is so real that he can taste it on the back of his tongue; coppery like blood and heavy like the heat scent of an Alpha that plays at being Omega…

Cassidy slows down some before his next knotting. No matter the rut coursing through his body, he still is getting on in years and he can’t keep up the desperate rhythm into eternity. So he starts to let his feet slide along the bedding, putting weight onto Hanzo until he is forcing him to move as well, crushing him down into the mattress and lying on him. His cock is nice and deep, flexing every now and then as Cole pants like a wild beast, no qualms about making Hanzo bear all of him.

Hanzo wheezes but seems rather content with the developments. There’s something charming about his heat brain; it’s not all feral demands for cock. Sometimes he can be satisfied for a few moments just by being crushed into the nest by an Alpha and barely able to breathe.

Breathe.

That’s just what Cole is doing, his nose finding unerringly the side of Hanzo’s neck, the tip lightly brushing against his skin. His scent is thick here. Overwhelming. It has saliva gathering in Cole’s mouth and his hips involuntarily starting up a short staccato rhythm with which he fucks Hanzo on barely an inch or two of cock.

He stares at his neck, the urge to bite down and mark him suddenly so overwhelming that at first he thinks the rough voice telling him to do it is just in his head…

Until Hanzo reaches back and grabs a fist of his hair without much coordination, ripping him down and mashing his teeth against his neck.

“Do it!”

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58th Batch Of Fics: 7th Fill

Cole/Hanzo – AlphaxAlpha AU – Part 29 – heat; rut; mating bite – Cute but also savage... fits Hanzo haha

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Cole opens his mouth wide, pushing his teeth against the crook of Hanzo’s neck after inching his play collar out of the way… but he does not put any pressure behind the action yet.

Blood is pumping fast and hot through his veins. He is almost painfully aware of their points of contacts; of being nice and deep inside Hanzo and all but tasting his pulse against his tongue at the same time.

It goes to his head.

Hanzo has become nice and still for the most part, though his body is all but vibrating with excitement. Cole wouldn’t be able to tell if that is normal for an Omega or if that is pure Alpha fighting against the need to chase him away. He’s never bitten anybody before. It feels exciting and a bit embarrassing. Like he’s a teen all over again.

He grinds his cock deeper into Hanzo though he couldn’t say whether the move is trying to distract his little bitch or himself. In any case he pulls back for a second, breathing through the feeling of Hanzo clenching around the very tender space where his knot has grown a couple times now.

God, he hates and loves ruts in equal measures… they’re exhausting but they feel insane. He puts his teeth back against Hanzo’s neck after a moment of just calming himself the fuck down. It hasn’t helped; within moments he’s just as excited again as he had been before.

Hanzo reaches back once more, grabbing him by the hair. It’s a mean little move that is absolutely on par with Hanzo himself. He keeps Cole’s head down, growling as he tells him: “Bite me, Alpha!”

Cole groans against his skin. It’s already getting slick from his tongue obsessively dragging against Hanzo’s pulse point. He keeps teasing the both of them by just slightly pushing the edges of his teeth against his skin. His slowly humping hips have moved into the background; just one more little thing that is stoking the flames as he is all but bullied by his little slut to finally bite down.

Cassidy hesitates. His brain tries to come up with reasons as to why they shouldn’t do this – why he shouldn’t do this. But in the end it only gives him a feedback loop about how insane Hanzo smells, how good his pulse tastes, and how crazy he could get if he didn’t get exactly what he wanted.

Just should give Omegas what they want when they’re in a mood. He’s got no idea whose voice that is, drawling in the back of his head. His pop’s? It’s been literal decades since he thought about him. It still is enough to make him grab the play collar and unbuckle it so it wouldn’t get in the way of anything.

Part of him wants to ask Hanzo whether he is sure but he’s reasonably certain that Hanzo would somehow manage to kick him in the fucking balls if he didn’t get a move on.

His neck looks fucking fantastic; all naked and vulnerable and perfect just for Cole-

Hanzo rips on his hair again, growling all Alpha like in annoyed frustration. It all happens quick and smooth… Cole doesn’t think about opening his mouth and biting down on the crook of Hanzo’s neck.

Beneath him, Hanzo spasms as if trying to push up against him and buck him off of his back. He doubles down on him without thinking, his brain trying to compute the fact that he is biting Hanzo as well as fucking him within an inch of his life. His hips have sped up, slapping down against Hanzo’s plump ass with punishing speed, cock feeling raw as it slides through the Alpha’s desperately clenching passage.

Hanzo keeps pushing against him still. A growl is filling the air that Cole is a bit shocked to realize is his own. He doesn’t growl usually… but it seems that that changes when his sweet little bitch is starting to fuss once he bites him good.

And oh, how good he’s biting Hanzo; it takes only seconds until the thick flavor of blood bursts over his tongue. Hanzo’s hole clenches on him so hard that it makes stars dance in front of his eyes while he tries to remain nice and calm and not start ripping into his partner.

That could get nasty really quick, after all.

Blood is soaking into the sheets. Hanzo is breathing heavy and wet but the heat radiating off his body and the trembling of his guts around Cole’s cock let him know that he’s not in immediate danger of anything.

Would be pretty damn embarrassing if he had to call for Angie because he gave in and gave Hanzo a bite, after all…

He’s drooling like a dog, something in his hindbrain triggering the response to the thick taste of Hanzo’s blood flooding his mouth. It washes it out, oozing into the nasty wound he has put into the crook of his neck. Something something about making sure it’ll scar nice and quick in a few days… he can barely remember the biology lessons he went through once upon a time.

They feel a million years away now.

He’s knotting Hanzo again. Eyes rolling into his head, he grunts low with every thick pulse of cum pushing from his dick. Hanzo has become nice and still while he growled. Now he just moans softly, clamping down on Cole’s knot as he comes in turn.

It is all surprisingly slow and intense after the desperate mating from before. Maybe it’s because they’re nearing the end of their cycles… or maybe it is because of the bite. He couldn’t say, but it seems right. There’s a lethargy starting to permeate his bones that he’s never felt before in that way.

He can’t go to sleep, though. He’ll have to tend to Hanzo’s wounds as soon as his knot goes down enough for him to pull out… though that’ll be a while yet, he thinks. So instead of going to sleep he slowly pulls his teeth from Hanzo’s neck and begins to lick the wound.

Already it is just sluggishly bleeding, curtesy of the thick Alpha saliva that had suddenly come pouring. It’s pure animal instinct to clean him up like that but Hanzo seems to feel the same need because he cocks his head to the side to let him get at everything without complaint.

In all honesty, Hanzo is as sweet right now as he hasn’t been during the whole mating process. He might be needy and horny and just gagging for dick… but he’s still a mean little bitch during most of it, elbowing Cole into the positions that he wants him in and baring his teeth when he’s being denied whatever he’s hankering for…

Right now his eyes are only half lidded and he looks downright dreamy while Cole licks his bite wound until it completely stops bleeding. He has to admit that the ring of teeth is looking absolutely perfect; it’ll heal over into a really nice scar, he’s sure.

He only needs to push through this lethargy right now…

“Come on, don’t sleep… gotta do a lot more work,” he slurs in a low voice to himself, body still shuddering through the last dredges of his orgasm.

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58th Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill

Cole/Hanzo – AlphaxAlpha AU – Part 30 – aftercare; mating bite – The mating bite has been pretty one sided... but Cole won't let it be that way for long.

Next time will be the epilogue and we'll have to say good bye to this AU! but don't worry we got a new cool AU in the oven mmhh

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“C’mon, up you go. Need ta do a li’l clean on your wound… an’ get you wiped off so you ain’t bitchin’ at me when you’re all sticky an’ gross.”

Cole is so damn tired, he can barely understand his own broad drawl as he stands next to the bed and brushes a hand over Hanzo’s head, trying to keep him awake and lucid.

Hanzo cracks one eye finally open and peers up at him. He does not look like he quite understands what is happening or even recognizes Cole but when Cole tells him to be a good boy and get his ass moving, he does start to push himself up onto his hands and knees.

“Where’s my collar?” he asks slow like molasses. There’s a bit of a whine in his voice that has Cole smiling despite himself.

Always a princess in every damn situation.

“I put it on the side table, babydoll. Gotta make sure you’re nice an’ healed up before puttin’ it on again.” He tugs on Hanzo’s arm, slowly starting to feel a bit more alert himself.

When his sub finally stands in front of him, he stares at his bite for a moment, belly growing tight and warm… then pulls Hanzo into an embrace because he’s a big old sap before anything else.

It takes a moment or two for the action to register to Hanzo, but eventually he moves his arms around Cole’s hips, squeezing back gently. It’s not something Hanzo would do just normally but it seems being loopy on whatever a mating bite is doing to his system mellows him out considerably.

He is just pushing his face against Cole’s throat and nuzzling it, nose dragging against the place where a return bite would go, when Cole pauses and lightly grabs him by the back of his neck.

“You know…” he starts, mouth a bit dry but chest full of determination. “Wouldn’t be fair if you were the only one with a bite, don’t ya think?”

Hanzo doesn’t react at first so Cole keeps going to make it easier for his mushy brain to understand: “I’d love if ya bit me too, Hanzo.”

Hanzo pulls his head back and peers up at him, his eyes squinting in a funny way. He blinks slowly and when he opens them back up again, he looks… a lot more alert. Pushing away from his chest, he looks him up and down in a way that makes Cole feel weirdly scrutinized. Like Hanzo actually has the gall to wonder whether Cole is up to snuff to be bitten by him.

This mean little…

“I won’t bite you when you’re this filthy,” he says. His speech is still a little slow and soft around the edges but there is a lot more energy to his movements as he grabs Cole by the wrist and pulls him toward the tiny bathroom attached to their rooms. “Come. I have to wash you before. I won’t bond to an Alpha reeking of cum and sweat. You are disgusting.”

Overwhelmed, Cole stumbles after him, unsure what the fuck is happening right now. He stands off to the side like a little boy watching as his sub draws him a bath. He remembers the last time they had been here, their positions very much reversed. Hanzo had been so vulnerable then… such a sweet little thing.

Now though, he’s standing there with a tight expression, almost glaring at the water while there is still blood drying on his shoulder.

But damn isn’t that a sight to behold… he looks beautiful right now; even as he bullies Cole into the shower while the bath is still filling, bitching at him that they have to get at least a little clean first before he will sit in a tub with him.

That’s fine. Everything is fine, really. Cole still needs to wrap his head around the fact that Hanzo wants to bite him back. That’s… uh… that’s really nice.

He somehow manages to stand upright while in the shower stall cramped in there with Hanzo who looks more alert and intent by the second. Getting into the bath is a different beast altogether. He almost faceplants as he has trouble getting his feet up far enough but Hanzo grabs him by the hips and steadies him at the last moment, already sitting in the tub.

The hot water is perfect for his muscles. He groans like an old man but luckily Hanzo doesn’t say anything other than bitch at him to go faster. He doesn’t think his pride could take the comment right now.

Hanzo curls his arms around his shoulders, pulling him until he’s lying back against his sub’s chest. It is a weird feeling for sure; he’s spent the past few months being a service Dom for Hanzo. He’s been loving it for sure, but it’s also nice to have the tables turned right now.

Despite Hanzo’s harsh words, his hands are very gentle with him as he washes Cole’s hair and the back of his neck, massaging his shoulders and even taking care to get under his arms.

He keeps telling him that he’s a reeking, sweaty mess… but that’s just Hanzo being sweet and flirtatious, really.

When he speaks, his voice has dropped an octave or so and gone rough as gravel: “How’s your neck?”

Hanzo pauses briefly, then pushes his fingers through his hair to get a nice grip on him and pulls his head back until he’s fully leaning back against his mate.

“I barely feel it. It will heal quickly, I’m sure.”

Cole shudders when he feels Hanzo’s breath tickling over the wet crook of his shoulder. He slowly curls his fingers tighter around the edges of the bathtub, breath stuttering a little as he waits for the pain of a bite that is not coming… yet.

Hanzo touches his lips to the spot, slowly dragging them across his skin. In the bathroom it is a lot more difficult to smell anything at all but whenever he gets a bit of a whiff of his partner, he can only smell Alpha.

The little fake heat has run its course and for now, Hanzo is just pure Alpha which is… also pretty good. Pretty damn hot, even. Cole had fallen in love with him long before realizing all those cute little things that Hanzo’s body could do… or how desperately he would like to submit to another Alpha.

Yeah… it feels right like this, even though he is tense until he finally feels the sharp dig of Hanzo’s teeth in his skin. For a moment he fears that his body might just blindly react to being scruffed by another Alpha and fight Hanzo – but the feeling vanishes even before it can really materialize as his muscles go lax and he groans low and drawn out, his eyes rolling up into his head as his body does… something.

He has no idea what is happening, but it feels good and right and even as he smells the copper tang of blood in the air all he can do is try and not go so boneless as to slide right into the water.

It feels right to do this with Hanzo.

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56th Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill

Hanzo/Cole – AlphaxAlpha AU – Part 26 – bonding; love confessions – What Hanzo and Cole think about the new developments of Hanzo's body.

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Hanzo feels antsy when he gets into their rooms, Cole so close at his back that it feels more like he is bullied into it. He has to make himself not pull his shoulders up to his ears and be self-conscious about the whole visit to Angela’s office.

Her words still ring in his ears and fill his head. Her casually calling him an Omega and making him feel like he is a drama queen because of a bit of lactation… he hadn’t thought that it would hit him this good. He feels a bit floaty.

When Cassidy grabs him from behind and manhandles him around, he can only open his mouth a little and stare at him. His reaction is horribly delayed which embarrasses him far more than having the whole team know that he’s being such a slutty Omega that his tits have started producing milk.

Cole is right in his face, pressing him against the now closed door. His pupils are blown wide, jaw set in such a strange way that for a second Hanzo thinks he is in trouble… Until he feels the wide hand around his throat, thumb dragging over the collar he’s wearing.

He blinks slowly, exhaling, head tilting back until it leans against the door and he can quietly watch Cole from beneath his eyelashes. He wonders what is going on inside that head of his… though he doesn’t think he’ll have to wait long for the big Alpha to share.

Which he doesn’t.

“This is so damn hot, Hanzo.” He pushes closer, his big hard body pressing against Hanzo’s front and completely trapping him against the door. The palm is still around his throat, not squeezing… just holding. Letting him know who he belongs to. As if he could forget.

His body starts to sing at the treatment even despite the embarrassment that wants to bubble up and destroy the moment. He presses his lips together, just staring at Cole who takes it as an invitation to say more.

“Can’t believe that you would start givin’ fuckin’ milk! God, this is so-” he briefly interrupts himself in favor of pressing a kiss against Hanzo’s mouth, gently but firmly forcing him to open up so he can deepen it, licking into him and not pulling back until Hanzo grabs at his sides and digs his fingers in, eyes flickering from lack of oxygen.

“Never met an Alpha this hot,” Cole rasps, forehead pressing against Hanzo’s. “Never in my life did I meet an Alpha that’d let me do all this shit to ‘em and still want more like this. You bein’ such a good Omega for me you start givin’ milk? Huh? You feeling all well taken care of? Wanna have me put some pups in your belly? Little perfect slut-”

He pushes in once more to kiss him just like before… again and again until his words just morph into a warm mash in Hanzo’s head; just a formless amalgam of filthy, well-meant praise that fills him up nice and warm and squashes out the few tendrils of doubt that had risen after letting fellow Alphas nurse from his milky teats.

Yes, he is an Alpha… and Cole has not tried to change that at any point. He just thrives on their kinky little game just as much as Hanzo, it seems. His enthusiasm for Hanzo’s fake heat and subsequent lactation has something puppy eager about it. Like he can’t wrap his head around the fact that Hanzo would submit so completely to him.

In all honesty… he has trouble accepting that himself, but his body is just running with it like a dog with a bone.

.o.

Cole keeps kissing Hanzo, trying to somehow find an outlet for the affection he feels without immediately trying to breed him again. It’s not what this is about… even though he is goddamn horny.

He doesn’t want Hanzo’s overactive brain to come up with some shit about only being needed for breeding, though; so instead he crushes him against the door and keeps kissing him nice and deep until he can feel the other Alpha pushing back against him – not passively taking the kisses but actively reciprocating them.

Cole slowly lets go of Hanzo’s throat and instead hooks his fingers into the front of his collar, lightly tugging on it. He likes the fact that Hanzo wears it out and about for others to see more than Hanzo, probably.

He doesn’t know how much knowledge the others have of a kink lifestyle but that doesn’t matter. They can smell the claim he has on Hanzo either way – just as they can smell the one Hanzo has on him.

Only now there is the added sweet scent of his milky teats… how had Cole not smelled it before? How had it completely passed by him until those first drops had started running down Hanzo’s hard abs?

He slowly pulls back, the wet sound of their mouths pulling apart doing all kinds of interesting things to his stomach. He presses his forehead against Hanzo’s, inhaling him deeply.

Sometimes he really does forget that Hanzo isn’t an Omega. Perfect little slut that he is…

“So uhm… since… this is happening” he unhooks his fingers from Hanzo’s collar and instead moves his hand down to cup one of his tits; even more plump than usual now that they’re filled with milk, “would you… like… mind if I told Morrison or Winston to pull you out of missions for a little while more? At least until your body’s done showin’ off what a pretty Omega you can be…”

He trails off when he sees the weird look on Hanzo’s face. He doesn’t necessarily look pissed – God knows Cole knows exactly what that looks like – but he’s also not really jumping for joy.

Only when he glances to the side, his cheeks starting to fill with some color does it occur to Cole that Hanzo is embarrassed.

“Aw… that gettin’ you, of all things? Cause you don’t want me to tell ‘em? Don’t you worry one bit. They… they prolly know exactly what’s up. Our scents have mixed so much, even though we haven’t… bitten each other yet…” he trails off, feeling a bit unsure as he clears his throat and reaches for one of Hanzo’s hands, squeezing it lightly. “Hanzo. I... I love you. And I… am very glad you’re doin’ all this with me. Or… more like lettin’ me do all this shit to ya? Lettin’ your body do all this stuff. Somethin’ like that. It’s… a lot. I know. But it’s good as long as the two of us are havin’ fun, right?”

Hanzo’s face has crumpled somewhat which was predictable. He doesn’t really like… well any displays of affection, but at least he’s not pushing Cole away. Instead he clears his throat and argues back with a bit of a rough voice: “And as long as it does not interfere with work. For… an extended period of time, that is.”

“Well… ah… yeah, that as well.”