Warnings of violence and dubious consent, this story was rated MA for a reason.
CHAPTER 2. FORCED
John could feel the warmth spreading through his body, he felt hot all over. Whatever they had given him after forcing him to be sick was causing his skin to burn, and itch. Panic was starting to set in once he realized he was naked, naked and helpless.
The orderlies had stripped him while he was half conscious, he could hardly remember being restrained or forced to lay face down on a hard mattress. The room wasn't dark, and something in him warned he wasn't alone.
His body was starting to feel heated, and he pressed into the mattress looking for some form of relief. An unfamiliar wetness was becoming more and more noticeable and uncomfortable between his legs. He felt a slight tinge of embarrassment thinking he'd wet himself.
Then he felt a hand on his back, panic surged through him confirming his fears; he wasn't alone. Whimpering he tried to sink into the mattress away from the strangers touch, at the same time his body arched against the cool hand.
"Don't please. Just let me go." John begged into the mattress, he needed out before his body embarrassed him further.
"You smell so good." The familiar baritone whispered, warm breath close to his ear, a nose nuzzled his neck and John groaned instinctively. "Like honey and-"
"Sherlock?" John pulled on his restraints frantic, his legs were spread wide as were his arms, it was hopeless. "Sherlock. Please untie me. Help-"
"So soft." Sherlock was whispering, his hands starting to caress the sensitive skin of John's lower back. Warm lips were pressing against his bruised ribs.
"Stop. Sherlock, please." John whimpered, a sob. "Help me." John pulled on his restraints, he could feel his self control starting to slip. How could he want to be touched like this? Why had they been locked in this room?
John understood it now, the reason they pulled his suppressants, why he was presented like this and the comprehension infused him with panic and he started to plead. This was wrong, not like this, anything but this. Sherlock wasn't himself, John had read the biology of the Omega. His pheromones would be coating the air, causing all logical thought to slip from the Alpha's usually rational mind. Instinct would drive the body that would mount him, would push into him and force him-
"No." John sobbed. "Not you." He knew Sherlock would resent him later, would hate what John had done. "Please, someone!" He yelled.
"Sssh." Sherlock was petting his head gently. "Sssh, wont hurt you. "
"Oh, god. Sherlock snap out of it! You don't want this." John turned his head trying to see his friend. Sarah was right, Omegas and Alphas couldn't be friends, not when their chemistry were so different. John knew he was responsible for Sherlock's loss of inhibitions. It was his bodies scent calling to all unbonded Alphas, calling to them to mount him and scratch the unbearable itch of heat.
"You don't want this!" John yelled, feeling a hand slipping over the slope of his naked rear, long fingers dipping into the slick wet pooling around his hole.
"You're so warm. So wet." The baritone whispered intrigued, "I can make it better." Lips were pressing against the back of John's thighs.
"No. no." The blond Omega tried to fight his rising wantonness. He couldn't help but arch upward. Groaning when a tongue dipped into his most private of parts.
"Taste so delicious."
John gasped feeling the bed shift with the added weight of another. Skin, naked skin was straddling his waist, another moan escaped John's lips. The heat was coming, the room filled with their two scents, it was becoming hard to think. His own erection was pushing into the hard mattress, he found himself moving against the rough sheets wanting and needing the friction.
John squeezed his eyes shut, imaging Sherlock's gray eyes dilated wide with want, the rest of him lost to the desire.
"Please." John didn't know if it were a plea to be released or one to be fucked. Either way the now naked body moved behind him, a hardness digging into his back, dragging with agonizingly slow movements down sliding over his soaked crack and finally the head of a hard cock pressed at John's self lubricated hole. "Ugh." John rolled his hips upwards, his mind blank, the protests lost completely overridden by the instinct to be filled. "God." He groaned.
"John." Sherlock pushed forward with an eager thrust, the Alpha was lost in the waves of pleasure. "So warm, so wet. Mine." He growled.
John hadn't expected the initial pain, even with the natural lubricant he wasn't prepared in anyway for the thick rod that penetrated without warning. He arched his back, whimpering in response. Hands held his hips still, pausing mercifully, allowing the Omega's body to adjust. The scent of Sherlock was overwhelming and John pushed himself up to be closer, to feel the cool skin against his heated body. "Perfect. You feel so perfect." Sherlock nipped John's ear and started to thrust savagely, his knot growing quickly.
"No, it's too much-" John whispered trying to relax himself, the physical pain was overwhelming. This was his first heat, the first time anyone or thing had been inside of him, he was being stretched painfully.
From the health courses he'd been given in school he knew that knotting was something a consenting couple worked up to after sharing a couple heats.
"Mine." He heard the growl, teeth biting aggressively at his shoulder searching for John's neck.
"No. Sherlock please you don't want that." John tried to find his sense, to hold a thought. If Sherlock bonded him he'd never forgive John. John couldn't keep his resistance up much longer, the thrusting was coming harder and harder, he could feel himself being pulled over the hard alpha cock. A searching hand slipped under his hips, languid fingers started to wrap around his own pained erection.
"I'm going to knot you John. You will take me, god you're beautiful." The Alpha groaned pushing into John harder. "You'll be mine John. Mine." He grunted moving faster.
"Stop." John breathlessly tried to protest but his own body moved against the hand beneath him and the cock inside him. "It's too much." He groaned a mixture of pain and pleasure vibrating towards him as he felt himself starting to uncoil.
"Tell me you want it."
"No." John whimpered helplessly into the mattress, pushing into the hard dick. "Oh god!" He felt himself starting to come undone the thrusts harder, the hand milking his cock faster, and tighter.
Sherlock felt his knot inflating, pushing past the final ring of resistance he cried out feeling John spray warm cum into the Alpha's hungry hand. With a last possessive thrust Sherlock released his seed, the knot locking the two together.
Sherlock came to his senses locked to the body beneath him, a very tense body. The smell of sex invading his senses, he swallowed hearing the muffled sobs from the young Omega beneath him.
"Oh god." He cringed, realization followed by disgust flooding him, but he couldn't pull away they were still locked by his knot.
"John?" The sobs quieted, but the Omega didn't answer. "God-John I'm-" Sherlock couldn't think of what to say. What had he done? Bruises lined the pale skin, some old and some new.
More guilt, the Alpha felt sick and needed to get away. "John are you hurting?"
"Please don't talk to me." John managed, shifting slightly beneath the taller Alpha.
"We have to wait for my knot to deflate then I'll get off of you." Sherlock swallowed the rising bile, John was still cuffed to the bed, vulnerable and unable to defend himself. The two laid there uncomfortably, Sherlock felt John's shaking shoulders, his own heart tore at the occasional sob making it past the small Omega's defenses.
This was Sherlock's first shared heat, and from the way John had acted it was his as well. Finally after an hour his knot had gone down enough to release his friend.
"I'll get you free." Sherlock fumbled with the restraints, trying to keep the contents of his stomach down. Once John was free the naked Omega curled into himself and sobbed.
"John-" Sherlock realized he too were naked and didn't make to physically comfort the younger man, knowing it would only cause the distressed Omega more panic.
"Please lets not talk." John sniffed. "Please-" Just then the door to their room entered and Sherlock was on his feet ready to defend the vulnerable Omega.
"Oh how sweet." The nurse signaled for two big muscular Beta Orderlies to enter. Sherlock stood his ground, "Don't touch him or I'll kill you!" He growled savagely.
"Oh his use is over. You're father will be so proud to know you are just like everyone else, susceptible to biology. Just as he predicted."
"My father?" Sherlock felt John flinch under his consoling hand, Sherlock was reaching behind him to reassure his friend no one would touch him. The words from the witch were confusing.
"Yes, he thought it was appropriate to arrange this little meeting."
Sherlock thought he was going to be sick, the Orderlies grabbed his arms and he didn't fight them, someone threw a robe over his shoulders, he turned to look at John, blood on the sheets where he'd been penetrated too roughly.
"John-I'm sorry." Sherlock hoped the Omega heard him, knowing it was too much to be given forgiveness.
"Get him cleaned up." The nurse waved the Orderlies away, she approached John with a look of sympathy. "I'll see to the Omega."