Rise

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Here In My Garden Of Shadows

The next few weeks were hard. The last supply drop was merely bags of rice and some water. Nothing else. This supply drop was needed and thankfully, happening. The opening illuminated the scaffolding and rope. The sun's hot rays beat down over their new stuff and the moment the crates touched the ground below, it was a mad house. Bane, who'd gotten there earlier, started punching and throwing elbows to anyone who tried getting in his way. He even wound up breaking someone's neck over a book. Rice, chicken, beans, broth, fat-lard-grease. He started stuffing things away in his saddle bag and carried the larger items, like more books, jugs of water and juice back to his cell. This was trip one. After everything was stashed away so that nobody could see it, he went back out for more, remembering to close his cell door behind him. Bane ran into Barsad a few times, passing him on the way back down. A few Omegas were in the way, laying lifeless on the stairs. And Bane was losing precious time. Instead of fighting through the crowds and bodies, he leaped from his third-story platform and grabbed ahold of the rope along the wall and shimmied down, right into the thick of the supply box. More things gathered. Essentials. Oils, salts, soap, medicine, paper-goods; he busted someone in the face so hard, their skull cracked and they wandered off bleeding to death. Bane retired to his cell to take inventory, hand off what Nadiya would need and stash the other stuff. Most of it would go into her cell since nobody was allowed in or out and nobody could see her or Talia. He played with the little girl through the bars, held her hand and when her mother called her over to sleep, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, careful to hold his breath so he didn't smell her. The supply drop was successful and necessary. He could sleep better now, he thought. Bane found one of the new books and sat in the corner, on the floor, reading the printed words as if they were The Bible. 

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Preparing for the Chill

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Barsad waited, trembling for the other and then it all started again. A flurry of fabric, a whirl of smells and Barsad nearly melted to the floor. A strong hand was in his hair, slamming his face into the bars of the door and he snarled, Omega he might be, in the middle of a desperate heat he might be, but dead to the world of pain he was not. Not entirely, when it came to his face being rammed into cold, unforgiving steel. He grunted and gritted his teeth when it happened again, fingers still twisted into his hair and he gripped the bars in front of him tight, moaning out to the whole pit as Bane’s fat dick slid into him, splitting him open around the slick slide and he felt him up to his teeth nearly, keening at the push in on its own. He pushed back at the hard snaps of his hips, harder and harder feeling something give and tear but it didn’t matter, it felt so good. It felt right, to have his Alpha tearing him up, fucking him open, wringing him dry and leaving him wet and spent and dripping and fluttering and open. He craved it. He responded in kind to the others noises, his own softer and higher pitched, encouraging noises to keep the Alpha going, to get him to never stop. A fleshy arms was pressed against his mouth and he parted his lips, pressing his teeth against it and then something remarkable happened.

Bane was aiming to destroy him, his dick fucking hard into his guts, so hard he was lifted off his feet and he cried out, delirious cries of pleasure and pain and want and need as he fucked him boneless. He was gasping and nearly crying as he brutalised in such a welcome way and then everything stopped. He felt the throb and the twitch the streams of cum coating him and then the knot. It swelled and swelled and Barsad whimpered and shuddered and clenched around it as it stretched him further and further. He whined, hyperventilating as panic shot up his spine, he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t take this much. Why had he wanted this? But his Alpha was kissing him and claiming him and he must have been doing it right. Despite the panic it felt good. He felt full and even though he was flushed and scared, when the knot had expanded and set in, more cum releasing into him, a shudder ran down his spine and he gasped into Bane’s arm as he came himself, shuddering and twitching and clenching around the knot as a small gush of wetness came from him. He whimpered and grabbed at Bane, knowing they were stuck for a little bit as he twitched through his orgasm. And just like that Barsad was claimed, mated, knotted and bonded. What the world hadn’t managed in twenty something years, the pit had in three days of his heat. 

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They came to sit on the bed. Bane with his hot, sweaty back--muscles pressed against the cold, hard concrete wall. Barsad in his lap, swallowing up the knot of his hot, wet dick. Legs spread, Barsad's draped over. Anyone looking in would get an eyeful of ballsacks and assholes. It wasn't pretty. The light of the oil lamp flickered across the room and Bane took the opportunity to look over Barsad's shoulder to see where they joined. He could only see his own nuts rest heavy on the cot. Barsad's on top of his and his dick drooped over his hip. Bane took his thick hand and wrapped it around the length, tugged on it slowly, milked him and squeezed around the girth. More kisses to the Omega's throat. The whole pit was in an uproar tonight as most of the Omegas were coming onto their heats. When Omegas spent enough time around one another, it happened that way. They'd come on together. The Alphas would go into rut and the place was a fucking, literally, a fucking madhouse. There were moans and cries and screams. Some from pain, other's pleasure. Some rape and some welcomed. His was a special mix of them all. Bane kept tugging on Barsad's dick. His thumb hit under the little excess skin and he made him cum again, stimulating the gland. 

And after the swell decreased a little, Bane slid his fat dick out and sighed. Relieved. His rut was nearing it's end now that he was knotted and satiated. Life would return to normal for him, until next month when he'd need his Omega again. And unlike before, now, Barsad would have to come to him. There'd be a bonded pull. Bane moved the covers around, laid Barsad down, because he would need to rest before he'd be allowed to go anywhere. The oil lamp extinguished, Bane moved easily through the darkness in the cell and came to lay behind him, holding him close to his chest. Talia and Nadiya slept soundly the cell next door and with the sounds of the prison winding down, Bane fell asleep instantly. Barsad in his arms. 

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Please him. As if he needed instruction to do that. It was his every want and desire and whim at the moment to please the huffing and puffing Alpha on the other side of the curtain. He didn’t need to be told to do, he would do so because he needed to. The curtain was raised and there he was, and Barsad let out what would later be recounted as a shameful noise that was part desire and part joy. And he was just at the other man’s fingertips. He was pliant and let the other man move him, so he was pressed spine first to the bars and bent over, his head hanging low and needy as the other looked at him and touched him, his brain fogging over with the smell of the other. He simpered when something, hot and wet striped over his hole and sunk in and he clenched around it, trying to grab it and keep it close and inside of him. Hot lips trailed up his body and then he was being filled. Big and fat and full but the fucking bars were in the way. Right in the fucking way. He gave a little sound of frustation, even as the rhythm jolted his body and pleasure shot up his spine. He was let go and given and order and he nodded, instantly obeying even as he whined as the big Alpha left his body.

Taking the key and moving to the door, he looked almost blindly back at the Omega woman and gestured for her to come with him. He unlocked the door, let himself out, locked the door again and passed her the key through the bars. “Keep it,” it was the first couple of words he had managed and he hurried the few steps towards Bane’s cell. He came to the door of the cell, a familiar feeling of arousal and fear spiking down his spine as he slid the bar across and entered the pacing Alpha’s space. He moaned softly and loitered by the door, unsure of himself as the Alpha’s pheromones washed over his brain and he swallowed hard and licked his lips. Compulsion told him a few things. Kneel. Get on his knees. Another said present. Another said something else and all in all, Barsad had not been an Omega with an Alpha with a claim on him before. So he didn’t know what to do. He ran his hands through his hair and his back arched and his dick leaked and his lips were the same colour as his dick head and his cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something and did what he could, the only thing he could, he stepped closer to the Alpha, putting himself in arms reach, his hands down by his sides.

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Bane could hear every single movement the other made in the cell over. He could smell them moving about. He could smell the resting Talia and the dormant Nadiya. He could smell Barsad, every single step of the way. Even as he paced, he knew where they each were. It was like heat vision there in the dark. He smelled Barsad at the cell door and made no effort to collect him. He knew his Omega would come. To be considerate, he lit the oil lamp so that the other could see and wouldn't feel ambushed. Let it never be said that Bane wasn't a caring creature. When he found room enough to be one. The larger man stood across the room, calculating his breaths. His chest heaved in and out as he practiced patience and calmness. His shroud protected his face so that he couldn't smell the heat on the other directly. If he could smell him so well before, still covered, then direct scenting would make him and his rut drunk with hormones. The Omega stepped closer and Bane's body flexed. His muscles tensed. He was in attack mode. Standing his ground, he let the other get nearer. It was the leaking hole that had him wrecked after that. Bane caught a whiff of his Omega's heat and it was all over. The shroud came off. The robes came off, all in a whirlwind of emotion and rage and rut. 

Bane grabbed Barsad by the hair after that and slammed him face first into the bars of his closed door. If other Alphas and Omegas came to touch or get too close, Bane would surely snap whatever limb or ligament he could reach. With his fingers secure in short, dirty blonde hair, he slammed Barsad's face against the bars yet again, making sure he was entirely stunned. And in he went, sliding his big, hard dick inside the other male's opening. No more concern for his well being. He knew he couldn't break Barsad, but he'd still try. Bane thrust in harder and harder, snapping his hips back and forth, stretching the other man open around him wider, splitting him in half. There was tearing and popping and he growled and made noise. Scary, monster-like sounds that frightened Talia and Nadiya in the next cell over. Bane pushed his forearm against Barsad's lips, ordering him to bite so that if he screamed, it would be muffled. And of course, just to let him fight a little. Bane thrusted upward, sending Barsad's body off the ground and when he let his fat length slide out, the Omega's feet touched the ground again. He did it again and again and again, thrusting hard and fucking his Omega without remorse until he came and stayed, and swelled big and fat inside, knotting him. More cum came trickling out to seal their bond and Bane pressed his lips to the Omega's ear, kissing him and whispering 'Mine', 'My lamb', and 'My beloved' in Arabic into Barsad's ear. 

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Everything was slipping in and out. He was aware when he was being sponged, aware again when he was in the bed and there was broth to his lips and he was talking softly to the woman, telling her his name. He was aware when she told him to rest and her comforting hand rubbed his chest and she sung to him. It was nice, all this care. It was comforting. It almost distracted him from the need sloshing around his stomach and making his skin burn, the ache deep inside him to be filled and fucked and bred. Almost a distracted him from. Because he could smell the Alpha with the claim on him. Smell him and his rut and his heat and his need and it just made Barsad ache and need more. It was torture, to lay here and know he was just on the other side of bars, an arms length away was the thing he wanted and needed the most right now. He could hear the Alpha growling and grumbling and groaning. He licked his lips  and didn’t flinch when the chair went flying or the dull thud of flesh meeting unyeilding hardness. No, it was all music to his ears. The Alpha needed and Barsad was the answer. But for some reason, they weren’t given to each other. When the Alpha came to the cell door, he struggled up onto his elbows and peered at the, watching them talk.

He saw the woman go for the key and was both excited and terrified. And then she stopped and the Alpha was roaring at the door, the metal construct groaning and threatening to pop right off. And then he was gone and Barsad let out a pathetic little groan, pushing his head back into the pillow, body arching, toes curling, fingers clawing. He couldn’t stay here like this. He couldn’t just wait out his heat. He needed to be mated, to be mounted and fucked and bred and why did this woman not seem to understand that? And then he was being pulled out of the bed, stripped off and wiped down and being told to stand and wait near the curtain. And he did, with great excitement. He knew the other Alpha’s could smell him and even not in a rut they were excited, they wanted. And he wanted, but he only wanted one. Even with the distance between them, Barsad could smell him and he wanted, so badly. He ached and throbbed and felt the wetness smear between his cheeks and over his thighs but that was good. That carried scent, that would attract the Alpha and bring him and his rut and his need over to join Barsad and his heat and his need and all would be right. He wrapped his fingers around the bars, panting and keening softly under his breath, waiting for the big Alpha. Waiting for him to come back. Waiting.

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Bane stood in his cell and he panted, smelling the Omega right there. He was drenching the curtain in his scent. Nadiya knew what she was doing though. The Omega was prepped and shoved closer to the bars as a sacrificial offering. "Please him," she said in English to the man in heat. As Bane lifted the curtain, too out of his mind to hold himself bacck any longer, he reached through the bar and pulled his Omega closer. The woman turned her oil lamp out so that if Talia did wake, she wouldn't be able to see a thing. Bane could see in the dark by now, though. He could make out shapes and figures and Deadshot, or Barsad as Talia had called him, was just at his finger tips. With a grunt, and a growl, he worked it so that Barsad was turned around and bent over, opening up so nice and beautiful for him. Parting like the Red Sea, Barsad's ass was open and the pheromones were intoxicating. Bane dropped to his knees and right through a spacing between the bars, he licked a stripe down his Omega's split, letting his tongue sink in a little. He kissed his way bak up the other man's body and after letting his swollen meat fall out of his cloak, he shoved it inside the wet hole and let himself adjust inside. He didn't like it through the bars though. The cold metal kept hitting him in the hips, his balls were abused by the barriers and he couldn't get a good grip on Barsad. But he thrusted inside and dragged out, keeping a good rhythm. "Get the key," he ordered. "Get the key and come over here." He'd be too preoccupied with breaking Barsad to worry about Talia and Nadiya. "Now." He slid out, reluctantly and began pacing his cell naked. 

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Time ticked by slowly for Barsad. Or did it go by quickly? He didn’t know. He had no concept of time. He just knew he hurt. He ached. He was hot and burning and the feeling was going to consume him like a fire and he would not rise from the ashes. He keened and whined, curled on his side as his insides continued to produce slick, as the Alpha’s continued to stalk and growl and pace outside his cell. When he would be back to normal, back to himself, there would be a new sense of loathing hatred for what he was. For this. And he knew it was only going to get worse. With Alpha’s around, in this confined little space, swinging in and out of ruts and Barsad not mated or bonded or given birth to anything yet, it was going to be hell. Pure hell. But that was something for him to worry about at a later date, when he had the pleasure of his full mind being able to supply him with images and thoughts of the similar. At the moment, his mind swam with one thought. Mate. Breed. Mate. Breed. He keened softly and rolled onto him back, panting and lost in his own heat.

His nose picked up the familiar scent of the Alpha who had mounted him before and he sat up slightly. The fact it was Bane had slipped his mind completely, all that mattered was that he had another chance to prove himself to the Alpha who had left him behind. His lips were parted and the whole eleven inches, the most wonderful length of fat meat was shoved down his throat. He wretched and gagged as his throat was fucked like his ass. Hard, fast, furious. His nose hit the others abdomen when he fucked in, his balls slapped his chin and Barsad held still, moaning and swallowing when the big Alpha peaked and shot down his throat, able to see the knot he so badly wanted swell slightly around the base of his dick, whining at the sight. He blinked as he was scooped up and carried off, away from his cell and his clothes and his things, not that he had things, not really. He was dimly aware of being set on his feet and held by the back of his neck, standing soft and pliant and submissive due to the hold.

He stumbled as he was shoved into a new cell, new smells greeting him. Safe, comforting. Beta. There was still the overwhelming smell of the Alpha in rut, but he was safe with this one. He registered the key being thrown at him and wrapped his hand around it, keeping it safe. He blinked when he realised that the little one was talking to him, but speech was beyond him right now. He shrunk back into the nearest corner, curled in tight on himself and buried his face in his knees. Later, he would make friends with the little girl. Be patient and kind and tell her whatever she wanted to know. Right now, however, all of that higher level interaction was beyond him. He hummed with arousal and the need to be mated and he hid himself the best he could from them. A small, low whine escaped his lips and he hugged himself tighter as the smell of the Alpha just a cell over filled his nose and clouded his brain completely. He wasn’t sure how this was meant to be better. But he was safer. He gave another little whine as another wave of heat washed over him.

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Nadiya took care of Barsad for most of the evening. First, she sponged him down with a wet cloth to rid him of both Bane's scent and the sweat. She clothed him and put him in the bed. When he became mostly lucid, she fed him broth and water, forcing him to take little sips. Talia was doing her study work and playing with the doll Bane made her. Curious still, she'd lose concentration of her tasks and come watch her mother care for the fascinating stranger that Bane, her best friend, bestowed upon them. "Rest," Nadiya told him in Arabic. She rubbed his chest, hummed him lullabies she'd sing to Talia when she was having a fit during sleep. Bane, in just the other cell, was stewing. Brewing. Festering with Alpha rage. He was fully in rut and would destroy anything that crossed his path. He could smell two Omegas and the Beta next door. One in heat. One coming off. The other not even developed yet. He'd mate them all and destroy them all, he thought. He'd rip them apart, limb from limb and breed them. The girl wouldn't come out alive. He sat in his chair. Dwarfing it completely. In a rage to end other spells. His Omega was just next door and he couldn't get to him. 

Up. Bane stood and threw the chair across the cell, smashing it into little pieces. He punched the cement wall and cracked it, also breaking a few fingers, but that wasn't his concern. Bane stormed out of his cell, breaking the necks of the few Alphas lingering by Nadiya's door. One fell over the railing, down the few stories to the stone below. Bane's large hands wrapped around the bars on the door and Nadiya pulled the curtain back. They spoke in hushed Arabic, though Bane could hardly keep his wits about him. "Give me the Omega," he demanded. Nadiya stayed silent. He was put in there to be protected and in turn, protect them while Bane was like this. But the pit-king wanted to hear nothing of it. "If he's in my cell, I'll lock us both in. Nobody will try anything. And I'll be too preoccupied with him to come for you or Talia. You keep the key. But give me the Omega," he told her. He must have made sense. She nearly gave him the key. Until her rational thinking took over. "If I give you the key," she said, "What's to stop you from destroying us all right now? No. Bane, you may not have him. He's nearly broken his heat." 

Angry, Bane growled and roared and shook the door to her cell, threatening to break it off it's very hinge. He took off, snapping wrists and limbs and necks as he went. By the time he made it down to the water basin, the prison was quiet. Everyone was hiding. Except for the unclaimed wives. They would bend over or spread their legs as Bane stalked by, hoping to be enough to capture his attention for breeding. He noticed none of them, to their dismay. He even stepped on one as he submitted and laid down. In Bane's footpath, which was unwise, but as he laid down, the big man's foot stepped down on his throat and crushed the bones and windpipe underneath, killing him slowly. Nadiya had enough. She stripped Barsad of his clothing, wiped a soapy cloth between his cheeks and between his thighs, told him that when the devil comes for him, she'll give him up. She told him to go wait by the curtain for Bane, and that when the Alpha smells him, he'll want to breed. 

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Later, Barsad would be disgusted with himself entirely. He’d be lucky if he didn’t end up pitching himself off the highest piece of rock he could find, head first. But now, now this was exactly what he wanted. Needed. No matter how much he fought the fact. He pliant submissive, movable and begging for the other without words. He was moved to the cot, pressed face down and his ass up and he felt slickness dribbled from inside of him, slicking them both up more as his dick dribbled onto the fabric below. He was a total mess from the waist down. His hands pinned down and his brain was starting to clog with the smell of the big Alpha mixing with his own, the smell of them mating and he keened and mewled with it. He felt the other grow bigger and longer and thicker and harder and he pushed back, claiming the extra inches for himself greedily, grunting and pushing back hard, feeling it fill him all he way up. His free hands were used to gain leverage against the cot, but it was useless as the big palm wrapped around his throat and pulled him up, arching his spine, exposing his throat, changing the angle of the huge piece of meat fucking his insides. He gasped as the fingers wrapped around his windpipe and squeezed, squirming as the fat inches and breaths escaped him, crying out as they were were slammed back in in one swift thrust into him and he came with a wail, gushing over the dick inside of him and shooting over the cot. The action was repeated again, his body twitching and thrashing as they were sent crashing forward and he offered himself up still to the other. More, more, always more. And the Alpha didn’t stop. His Omega brain went wild with pleasure, loosing himself to his own animal instinct.

He was fucked into walls and floors and the cot. Fucked open wide and raw and sensitive, crying out when fingers were pressed into his hole along side the huge dick, begging for more, spreading his cheeks wider. He didn’t know how long they went at it. How long the other fucked him open and how often he came, wetting the others pubic hair and dick when he gushed, slick pushing out of him even when his dick wasn’t quite ready to cum again. Their clothes were basically ruined by the time Bane stripped them both and it was better. Better this way. He could feel the Alpha, smell him properly. It was more intimate but it was better, it was raw, how they should be. And on and on it went, Barsad demanding from the Alpha and he obliged. He was pleased the Alpha was pleased, squeezing his insides, spreading his cheeks, making himself desirable all the ways he possibly could. More hours and hours later and he was bouncing on Bane’s big hard dick and it felt like he was fucking into his throat. He bottomed out with every push down, his spine sliding along the others torso, his big hand wrapped tight around his throat, possessive and controlling, Barsad’s chin tilted up in submission. He mewled and whimpered as the other kissed and bit his face, his throat throbbing in the best way from the claim bites pressed into his flesh. Bane hadn’t come out of his woundless. Barsad had sunk his finger nails in where he could, clung hard to the big Alpha and left his own little series of coloured dots and marks over his body. He felt the twitch inside of him and the stiffen and he groaned as he felt the other spill inside of him, paint his insides white and slicker and his body waited for the knot and the swell, and it never came.

He was pushed to the floor and the Alpha left in a swirl of pheromones and Barsad laid where he had been spilled. It was because of the heat, he would realise later, but he felt like his heart had been ripped in two. He had not pleased the Alpha that made a claim on him. And he had not been knotted. Without the knot, his heat was fed, not satiated. He crawled to his cot and dragged himself up onto. There he laid and whined and keened and arched and fluttered in and out of sleep. His pheromones wafted from his cell and he could smell and hear and see that Alpha’s stalking the outside of his cell. He didn’t know how long this was going to last, but he felt like it would never end.

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Talia was entirely too demanding of Bane this evening. She heard the noises, even peeked out of her door when Bane was really giving it to him before her mother shooed her back to bed. "Why were you biting him?" she asked in her native Arabic tongue. She was sitting in his lap and playing with his shroud. "I saw your butt. It jiggled when you were holding him into the wall." And she giggled. Her mother lifted the curtain and scolded her. It was rude to speak about mating with others and bringing up such topics could spark Bane into another frenzy as he was still in rut. Who knows what he was capable of. He grunted and changed the subject completely. "Did you want your story tonight or are you going to inquire about my scars? The moon, maybe? Or what about an ant's exoskeleton?" He snapped and she shrunk. Nadiya kept the curtain up to keep an eye on them, not that she'd be able to do a single thing. Bane softened and apologized to them both. 

"The Giving Tree," he began. "Once there was a tree. And she loved a little boy.And every day the boy would come. And he would gather her leaves. And make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk. And swing from her branches. And eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree...very much. And the tree was happy." Talia excitedly wiggled in his lap and Bane growled low under his breath as friction was applied. He paused in the book, stared off into Deadshot's cell and continued reading after a moment. Bane got through another three pages before Talia was shifting again. His eyes went distant and silver. Every move Nadiya made in the cell next to them made her scent kick up and he could smell a mix of both Talia and her mother. Both so young and raw. Her hand slid down his thigh and into his lap where he felt her squeeze his hard length and her eyes went wide with curiosity and fear. Bane petted Talia's hair, pressed his lips to her temple and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry princess. Another day." He was rough when he pushed and shoved Talia from his lap to her cell, locked her in with her mother. And off he went again. Over to Deadshot. 

He didn't care what condition the male was in or if he even was physically ready to be mated again. Bane pulled his dick out and shoved it down the Omega's throat. Hot, hard dick slid in and out of the man's airway, opening his esophagus for his meat. In, he slammed it, shoving it all down Deadshot's throat. His balls dragged across the other's face with every hard thrust in. Bane sighed softly, growling as his orgasm peaked and he came, shooting white stripes into Deadshot's mouth, over his tongue and little strands flung out over his lips. Bane sighed, contentedly and scooped him up. "Let's go." he stomped over to Nadiya's cell, holding the other man by the back of his neck. He opened the door, shoved Deadshot in, threw the key at him and shut the door. This way, they were all safe. Bane couldn't enter and fuck them, the doctor wasn't in control of the key and everybody was happy. The moment he glanced behind him, he could see Alphas littering Deadshot's cell, looking for him, sniffing his things, cumming everywhere to his scent alone. 

In his own cell, Bane laid on his cot, dwarfing it. He and Talia whispered secrets through the curtain and she'd put her hand through the bars to poke him and he'd poke her finger, playing whatever game it was she came up with. Nadiya would scold her and for a few minutes, she'd be gone, only to return again and bother the rutting Alpha. She looked to the new Omega that's been forced to live with them and smiled at him. "What's your name?" she asked in her native tongue., "They keep calling you Deadshot but that's not a real name. What's your real name? I saw your butt. Bane made it red." Nadiya scolded Talia again and the little girl went into a giggle fit. "Will you be my friend?" 

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Barsad swallowed hard as the others hand came out and forward from his sleeve. A waft of Alpha rut washed over him and he wanted so badly and he was so very pissed off about it. Fucking biology. He tried to get his hand back, tugging to get his hand delivered back to him and he blinked, realising the other was speaking. He just nodded and frowned and snarled softly as the other let go and turned to walk away, and leave him to suffer through his heat he assumed. He heard the door shut and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and what a silly moment it was. The other wasn’t gone, Bane had not left. He was still present in his cell. The hand on the back of his neck was nearly a comfort. Nearly a balm. At this point in time all the rutting Alpha had to do was push him down into the bed and he probably would have gone. But instead his head was smashed into the stone wall and his vision swam a little more and he was being pushed into the wall and his pants were being shoved down and he thrashed. He had not given it up so far. Not like this, not ever. He whined and snarled and pushed back, fighting not just Bane, but himself. His body was wanting to relax. To be pliant. To surrender and be good and please the Alpha spreading his cheeks apart. But the little part of his concious mind that was left was not coping well.

It all vanished though at the hard press of the hot, fat Alpha dick stretching open his wet, aching hole. He squeezed and listened to the others in the pit howl and moan and bay at them. But it didn’t matter. He squeezed tighter and keened as the other squeezed the back of his neck and his wrists were pinned to the wall as he was mounted and fucked open. His mind went, that was it, it shut down and he was down to base instinct. He was an animal, in great need and he was going to have his need satisfied. He keened into the wall as the whole of the huge, fat dick pushed into his hole and he pressed back, panting and needing, working himself on it a little. A sharp snap against his ass and the whole thing was in and dragging out through his slick which had started leaking out of him and smearing his thighs. He mewled and arched back, presenting himself to the Alpha before he pushed back in and he cried out, feral and wanting. Squashed into the wall and he exhaled heavily on every hard fuck into him, little noises of want leaving him as the bigger male fucked him hard and fast. The hand in his hair had him leaking and clenching around the dick and he shuddered and squeezed hard around the big dick inside of him as the other bit the back of his neck, hard and he twitched and snapped his hips back, wanting more deeper and harder and faster. And because he was at the start of his heat, the word mumbled in his years caused him to keen and arching his chin back, exposing his throat in further submission, accepting the claim.

[the--fire--rises]

Bane wasn't looking for a Mate, no. He was looking for release and the way Deadshot didn't struggle, opposing his initial response, had Bane relaxing and enjoying himself more. He didn't like the struggle when all he wanted was to get his dick wet and work through phase one of his rut. Somehow, he managed to get Deadshot on the bed. Face down, ass up, hands pinned down at his sides because Bane still didn't trust him. He saw the way the man's hands worked, saw how fast his reflexes were, how strong he was. The older man wasn't taking any chances. His shroud came down somewhere between laying the Omega on the cot and feeding the final few inches of his fat meat inside his tight hole. The smells that came permeating out from where they joined clouded Bane's thinking. He might as well have become an animal. Testosterone filled his veins and his cock grew impossibly thicker, longer, harder and he grew needier, angrier, more aggressive. Deadshot's hands were released and Bane wrapped a large palm around the man's throat, pulling him back so that there was a lovely bow in his spine. Bane's fingers dug deep into the man's soft trachea, around the windpipe and he squeezed as he held the Omega close to his larger, muscular chest. He choked the air out of Deadshot's lungs. Held him there so that he couldn't breathe and dragged nearly ever hot, fat inch out of his ass just to slam them back in and jolt the body in his arms. Again, he did it, sending them forward. The cot crashed against the wall and the other prisoners went wild. Pain was a perversion down here. 

Bane kept fucking away at the Omega. Over and over, he'd slam him into the walls if they were standing. He'd fuck him into the cot, on the floor if they were laying down and for hours this went on. Five, six, seven hours and Deadshot was raw and stretched open so wide that Bane could fit fingers in his opening while his dick was fully planted. He abused his new friend. The Alpha was all grunts and pants and moans as he disrobed and stripped Deadshot also. Both bare and naked and exposed, it was more intimate than he was expecting but he was sweating and the cool air on his skin gave him a second wind. Eight, nine, ten hours and he was winding down. Sitting in that one seat that he dwarfed when he first entered the Omega's cell. The Omega sitting on his big, hot dick. His back lined and pressed into Bane's chest with Bane's hand around his throat and Bane's lips kissing and biting at his temple. The Omega's throat was red. Either from claim marks or finger shaped bruises, Deadshot was his. He came down from his high as he released his load inside the other man and before he could swell and knot, he pushed the Omega out of his lap, spilling him onto the cold, hard floor. He grabbed his robes and without putting them on, headed out of the other's cell but not before shutting him in and locking the bar so that no other Alpha could take advantage while he was down. Bane gave him that much. He made his way back to his cell, cleaned himself off with fresh water and a cloth. He laid on his cot, naked, cooling himself off before reading Talia her book and knitting blankets with Nadiya. Satiated. Bane felt satiated. 

[the--fire--rises]

Preparing for the Chill

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Friend. Comrade. Brother. They were just words. Just names. He had been called brother by a man who turned around in the next breath and tried to rip his throat out. They meant nothing to him. He waited while Bane sighed and glanced over his shoulder like a small child being forced to apologise by his mother. And then he realised. It wasn’t Bane coming to him, it was Bane’s handler. Interesting. He gave a nod as the other pointed at the seat, and it was ridiculous for the big man to be sitting on the chair, it was comical the size difference. He gave a small smile and canted his head to the side. “As long as you don’t sniff around my tail, I’ll have no reason to,” But he did incline his head again to the other man, confirming he knew what the other said to be true. One last look back at mother and Barsad couldn’t help but smirk despite the light sweat breaking out over his skin. Fuck. Being around the Alpha was obviously speeding up the rate it was setting in. Or was he just due? Fucked if he knew. He gave himself a shake and refocused his mind and that was better. And this was much more interesting than his heat. A trade. Food, water. In exchange for his word and his skills? Barsad had never been so lucky in his entire life. He watched the other man wiggle and shift and his scent must have been getting to him. He could smell the other a little stronger, and he would never admit just how interesting it was, how interested he was in what he could smell. He gave a small licked of his lips and looked back at the cell the other kept looking at. Someone in need of protecting the King himself because of his powerful nature. Never had being an Omega given him such an advantage before.

He stared off into the cell before canting his head to the side. “I am an Omega. Yes. But I’m also a -,” and he stretched his legs out and sighed and shook his head. No, it didn’t matter. He had never liked women anyway and he was currently burning under his clothes. He groaned and leaned forward, slumping a little as his head fell forward, exposing the back of his neck in an unintentional and unconscious display of submission. He didn’t have time to sweat the other out. He needed whatever the other was offering and he would be stupid to pass it up. “Forget that,” he said softly,licking his lips and keeping his eyes on the ground, his toes curling in his boots as a wave of heat washed through him and he felt dampness start in earnest between his cheeks. Not long now. “You have a deal,” and he looked up and he knew his eyes were blown wide and his face was flushed and his lips was blush coloured. All tools his body used to attract a mate. All things he despised. “We have a deal,” And he took the risk and held out his hand towards the other man. It was a risk, a big one, because if they touched that meant they were closer. It meant they were able to smell each other better. It mean electrical pulses down his arm and to his already hard but well disguised dick. It meant he had let the Alpha have a hold of him voluntarily. He was panting a little at this stage, breathing in the scent of the other through his mouth, tasting it on his tongue and he swallowed down a little sound as it all started to swamp him. His vision cut in and cut out and he gave a small shake of his head. He would prefer to be alone in a little while. Or very soon.

[the--fire--rises]

He could hear Deadshot double back over his words and prompt Bane to forget what he was blabbering about, and perhaps on a different day, perhaps four day's time from now, he'd be curious and ask more, press more on the subject but as it were with their pheromones and his rut verses Deadshot's heat, he couldn't be fucked to focus or care on anything else right now. His task was done. He shook the man's hand and in doing so, set himself up for defeat. His arm came out of his robes and with it, the strong Alpha rut that was quickening the longer he was in the heated Omega's presence. Scents went spilling out all over the place. The nearest Omegas groaned and hollared as his smell went traveling. He knew the other Alphas could smell Deadshot too. Electric pulses went tickling down his arm, settled in his shoulders and dripped down to his prick that was filling out, thickening more, hardening and he shifted uncomfortably where he stood. Everything up until now had been so beautifully set up, he hardly could believe it. "I'll get you your things. I'm taking your word. And if you betray me, I'll rip out your throat." He said it so calmly, so vividly, like he's done it before. Bane's fist tightened around Deadshot's wrist. He didn't tug, he didn't twist or snap, just tightened his hold and continued to stand there for another minute before turning to the cell entrance. It was in quick bursts that he shut the cell door instead of leaving and with his hand on the back of Deadshot's neck, he squeezed, possessively and smashed his head against the rock wall, stunning him and stunning him only. 

During the moment of shock, he tugged the other man's pants down until the pooled around his ankles, spread and accessible for the Alpha. Cheeks opened, he slid the first few inches of his fat dick inside the Omega, taking advantage of his wet flesh, his tight hole squeezing Bane's cock and he moaned which drove the others nuts. Alphas and Omegas alike were grunting and sniffing. Bane squeezed the back of Deadshot's neck and with his other hand, pinned both his captive's wrists against the wall. This wasn't his choice. Eleven fat inches went fucking into the tight, wet heat and Bane grunted and growled, low and deep and guttural. His hips snapped forward as he sank every inch inside and slowly dragged it back out, bringing with him slick from both his dick and Deadshot's hole and it came spilling out. Bane pushed in deeper, pressing the Omega up against the hard wall even more, squeezing air out of him, fucking the breath out even more. And his hand went slipping up into the other's hair, holding him by a tuft of it, locking him in place and he bit the back of Deadshot's neck, leaving a dark, deep purple bruise. Bane mumbled, "Mine," in his ear, meaning nothing really deep. Since Deadshot was just about words, Bane decided to try using that one. Just for funsies. Just to see how the Omega liked it.

[the--fire--rises]

Preparing for the Chill

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Barsad had been fighting his whole life against it. This was like the whole of his life and his experiences, compressed into one, never ending, in your face run through. Over and over again. Perhaps he was stupid to mutilate the Alpha. Perhaps he had made things worse for himself by not submitting. But he had never submitted. He had never relented. He had never bowed because it was easier. He had that and his pride down here and that was it. He sucked his teeth and continued to lay there, staring up. He would have to figure something out. He needed to get his hands on food and water, first and foremost. Next was surpressants. Next was luxuries like cigarettes and perhaps booze. But the booze was probably a terrible idea, the last thing he needed was to wake up with a screaming hang over and someone fucking his ass. No thank you. He watched the other as he put things away and then there was a final moment of eye contact and the curtain went down. Of course the Alpha’s had what he needed, if that wasn’t typical of his entire life, he didn’t know what was. There was nothing any of them would be interested in down here, from him, other than his ass. He was just going to have to wait for the next drop and ensure he grabbed enough of everything and scared enough of the other prisoners off in doing so. That’s all these was to it. He was used to living on gaurd and on alert, why should this be any different?

He looked up when he could smell something in the air. It was delicious. He licked his lips and swung to a seated position and realised what it was. Alpha. He shrunk back a little and realised it was Bane himself, getting closer and closer until he was standing at his cell door, clearing his throat and asking for permission to enter. He wondered what it was like, to be standing next to his cell and smelling his heat, not just from him but from the things it had permeated. Into the hangings and the mattress and anything else that would take it on. He stood, stared hard at the other man through his cell door, a warning he wouldn’t tolerate funny business and that he was still very much copus mentus. He slid the bolt across in his door and opened it a little before going back to sitting on his cot. “How can I help you today, friend?” It wasn’t fair that he smelled so good. It wasn’t fair that everything about him was slowly becoming more and more entrancing. It wasn’t fair. He wondered what it was like, to stand by him like this and if the other had the same reaction to his oncoming heat as he had had once to an Alpha’s on coming rut. And oh fuck. That was another thing. Rutting Alpha’s. It just kept getting better and better.

[the--fire--rises]

Bane glared at him with his silvery eyes when the word 'friend' was used so generously. A word that Bane had taken to heart so long ago when he was used like a napkin. Only one man saw him for something more and that was when Bane learned the meaning of the word. So how dare he think to use it in this setting? He sighed, glanced behind him and longingly, looked at Nadiya's cell. It was a reminder of why he was over here, and why he was doing this. Because his true friend had asked him to. Bane turned back, focusing on Deadshot again and he sighed through his shroud. "I'm here with purpose," he started, speaking in the language Deadshot addressed him in. Bane pointed to an empty chair before sitting. His figure dwarfed the seat under him. "I know what you've done to the curious Alphas. I'm not a stupid man. And I don't think you to be one either. So you know that if you try that with me, I'll break you into a thousand little pieces and leave you for those wolves to devour, yes?" He glanced to Nadiya's cell, one final pep talk in his mind. 

"I have things you may want. Things you'll need and I'm willing to give them to you, requiring nothing in return. Except your word. And even your help." He sighed and finally broke eye contact. Bane pulled tighter on his shroud as the smell of Deadshot came rushing through the thick material over his face, seeming to hold it more than block it. Deadshot was intoxicating and Bane couldn't help but swell under his robes. No time for that, he thought as he shook the spell off. He was due for a rut soon himself and when he glanced up, he could see a similar thought go through Deadshot's mind. This place was insane during mating season. "I have a friend and sometimes it's hard for me to ensure her absolute safety. When I'm in rut, I become her enemy as well. So, for food, water, suppressants--and whatever else you may require for her safety? Even from me..." he sighed, hating himself for that last bit. But this was necessary and it was the truth. Last month, he nearly mated Nadiya. The month before, he nearly mated Talia. The doctor wasn't able to keep the key from him and when push came to shove, Bane could rip the door from the hinge had he wanted to badly enough. "You're an Omega. Not a threat to her. You're strong and can stand up against the other Alphas and I'm trusting you right now--because I have to. Do we have a deal?" 

[the--fire--rises]

Preparing for the Chill

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Barsad had been lowered into the Pit and remained very elusive. He was a bit of an anomaly. He was in his twenties, unbonded and had a penchant for happily disobeying Alpha’s left right and centre. He didn’t need an Alpha to protect him or provide for him or anything. He could look after himself, thank you so much. He had warded off the others in the pit, the interested Alpha’s in particular when one had tried to stake a claim over him and he had broken the man’s arm in six places and shattered his nose. The Alpha’s stopped sniffing around so enthusiastically after that. A few more were dropped in after him, and he did feel a little pity for them, but for the most part they were Alpha’s and he didn’t give them much thought. He was hunkered into his cell, smoking the last of cigarettes (he’d have to come up with something to trade with for more) and watching the sun move across the sky. He kept an eye on everyone and anyone he could, recognising patterns, figuring out alliances, watching and taking everything in. Waiting. He did enjoy anarchy a little bit and for a place of punishment and out of the way, it was very ordered.

He looked up when he felt eyes on him and he knew who it was. Bane. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the man across the pit and into his cell. King of the Pit. Barsad had a taste for toppling kings. He sucked his teeth and wiggled a little bit. Well, he did when he wasn’t feeling his heat creeping up on him. It had started a few days previous, he could feel the restlessness, the heat under his skin, the prickling, the start of the wetness. He had nothing to suppress it with. Nothing to hide it with. He had gone about fortifying his cell, but in the end, he knew he would be his own worse enemy. If he let himself be. He grunted and grit his teeth, turning away from the other and rolling to stretch on his cut and stare up at the golden disc high above his head. His boot tapped a loud and obnoxious rhythm and he couldn’t tell if he was trying to be annoying on purpose, or if he was subconsciously trying to draw attention to himself. He snarled and crossed his legs, spine arching a little as his ankles tucked under his ass. This was going to be interesting if nothing else, with an Alpha like Bane right across the way, let alone a Pit full of them. Yes, this was going to be very interesting.

[the--fire--rises]

He had absolutely no interest in mating. Bane saw the aftermath of the Alpha with the crushed arm and any Omega willing to put himself into that lighting had no place in Bane's interests. It was too hard to mount an Omega like that. Feral and stupid. It wasn't worth the risk when there were so many unclaimed Omegas, dying to get an Alpha to mate them. A pain of guilt went to his heart when he realized what life will be like for Deadshot though. Constantly fighting and when he let his guard down, even just a little, he'd be taken advantage of, fucked and probably killed by the time his heat was over. Every Alpha loved a challenge and when the reward was so promising, it was hard not to answer that call. Yes, even for Bane. But the King of the Pit--or so he's been called, had remarkable self control. 

The last supply drop, Bane managed to pick up pain killers, suppressants for Nadiya, books, cigarettes, cigars, vodka and food. Water of course. Everything was stashed and hidden. Either under his bed, out of sight or behind cinder blocks or in cabinets. Everything had a place in his cell. He drew the curtain that covered the doorway back over after making eye contact with Deadshot but he kept the door open. Only idiots dared to come in or even get close. After a discussion with Nadiya regarding the fearless Omega's well being, he groaned and gumbled and growled and headed over. He didn't care, not really, but Nadiya did and he loved her enough to do this. Bane stood outside Deadshot's cell and cleared his throat, a request for permission to come in. Everything he had to discuss with the man might not be suitable for outside ears. And it was then he could smell it more. Taste it in the air. The other's heat. It was intoxicating. He pulled the shroud over his face tighter, blocking out much of the scent and pheromones. Again, he cleared his throat, scanning the room with his silver eyes. 

[henricavyll]

[the--fire--rises]

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) ─ Bane (Tom Hardy)

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

[the--fire--rises]

Preparing for the Chill

There'd been four new arrivals in the past three weeks, record breaking since forever. Bane had been more territorial than usual; keeping his cell door shut, keeping the curtains draped over Nadiya's cell, breaking limbs of anyone who even passes by his, sniffing out what he had. A few of the wives came searching for him when they went into heat and he took it personally, like they just wanted to scope out his belongings and report back to their Alphas. Bane wasn't taking chances. He'd take full advantage of the unclaimed Omegas and mount them when they went into heats. 

He'd been washing his sheets when they lowered down a fifth person and Bane had to wonder to himself. What was it out there that got people locked up in here, and why so frequently lately? He grumbled to himself, recovered his face with his shroud and returned to his cell to read a story to Talia and talk about his day with Nadiya, since she couldn't leave her cell for fear of rape and exposure. Bane stared across the pit, into the cell of one of the newer drop offs. Deadshot was the only thing he's heard anyone call him. Light blue eyes, a bad attitude--nothing of an Omega any Alpha would actively look for. He'd be in heat soon, Bane could tell. He moved about his cell, stashing this, storing that.

[omophagist]

 Every time a civilization reaches the pinnacle of its decadence, we return to restore the balance.

[the--fire--rises]