(TRIGGER WARNING: VIVID DEPICTION OF GRAPHIC SEXUAL ASSAULT. SKIP TO THE END OF THE ITALICS OF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT. DISCRETION ADVISED!)
His chest heaved as he ran as fast as his legs would carry him.
The halls he'd wandered for so long now seemed like a maze in his state of delirium.
His insides throbbed and his womb felt like it was tying itself into a knot.
His pheromones kept coming out against his will...a trail of breadcrumbs for his pursuer.
Why now? He wasn't even 18 yet!
Why was he having his first heat right now?!
He stopped, feeling a gush of slick come out and seep through the seat of his trousers. It was hidden by the long open-front skirt he wore, thankfully covering his rear, so hopefully no one would notice.
Then again, it didn't matter since now he would be holed up in his room for the rest of the evening.
If he could even make it to his room, that is...
He leaned up against the wall, his body burning up from the heat fever. The slick was running down his legs now and he felt so uncomfortable everywhere.
But he had to keep going...
He couldn't afford to stop.
He looked ahead of him, just down the hall was his room...if he could just make it there-
"There you are, little slut!"
A strong hand grabbed him by the throat and shoved him into a nook, forcing him to the ground hard.
He struggled against his pursuer, kicking his legs and trying to break out of the grip on his neck. The older Alpha punched him in the face, dazing him long enough to successfully straddle him and pin his arms down.
"If you would just stop struggling and be a good little Omega, this would be so much better for you."
He glared up at the older man on top of him, "Fuck you! Let me go!
The older man punched him again, enough to bruise his cheek, and gave a firm growl...forcing him to freeze.
"Good boy..." The Alpha taunted as he grabbed the fabric of his button-up top and ripped it open, the buttons popping off as the man greedily groped his chest with one hand while his other tightly held the young Omega's wrists above his head. The cold hand violated his chest, roughly kneading the flesh and pinching his nipples until they were raw and red.
He closed his eyes tight, trying to stop tears from coming out as he struggled in the strong grip, "Fucking stop you disgusting creep! If you don't let me go right now my grandmother will-"
His words were interrupted with a shrill shriek as he felt that free hand yank down his pants and underwear. The offending appendage slid behind and he felt two thick fingers being carelessly shoved into his virgin hole. He yelped in pain and scrambled to get away, but the older and bigger male flipped him over and used his body to pin him to the floor.
He started screaming, "NO! NO NO! SOMEONE! HELP!"
"Shut up you stupid bitch!" The older man growled as he continued to violate the young Omega's hole.
"PLEASE HELP ME! SOMEONE! PLEASE!"
The man grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face against the floor, successfully breaking the Omega's nose. The large hand then clamped over his mouth, but it was unnecessary now...the fear silenced his voice.
"This is your fault...you hear me? If you hadn't released these delicious pheromones you could've just kept dancing and flaunting this lewd body of yours." The man licked up his neck, leaving a trail of rapidly cooling slime.
The tears started flowing freely as he heard the man start undoing his belt buckle.
Noone was coming for him...
Noone was going to save him...
"Isn't this why you released your pheromones? To get an Alpha horny enough to fuck you?"
Noone...
"Omega pheromones exist solely to attract an Alpha...you were asking to get raped you little slut."
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!"
He felt someone pull the Alpha off him, and he immediately scrambled away, pressing himself up against the wall and wrapping his arms around himself. He watched as Arippa fought the Alpha, beating him to a near pulp as Tear ran over to him and immediately pulled him into a hug.
"Torn! Oh my god, Torn! Are you ok?! D-did he..."
Everything was just white noise...everything blurred...and he could feel nothing but the fever of his heat...the pain from his bruised cheek and bloody nose... The imprint of strong hands around his neck...and the phantom scrape of fingers inside him...
(END OF FLASHBACK, YOU MAY NOW RESUME READING SAFELY!)
Torn awoke with a startle and the beginnings of tears in his eyes. He was breathing hard, on the verge of hyperventilating and he was drenched in sweat.
He wiped a hand over his eyes and tried to calm his breathing...
He hadn't thought about that night in a long time. Telling Jak even the barest details managed to bring back what he'd tried so hard to bury over the years.
Here he was telling Jak to face his demons, and yet he still hasn't begun to heal from his own.
That man ruined intimacy for him...and Torn was certain he was the reason why he couldn't seem to cross over the friendship line with anyone...even Jak.
It'd taken him years to even feel comfortable enough to take his first Alpha knot, and it was only after he'd cut off his relationship with the first person he allowed to touch him during his heats...a fellow male omega...
Torn felt bile rise in his throat...he did not want to think about that man either.
He had to admit to himself, when compared with his previous experiences, Jak was by far the best one.
Although...despite the forced scenting he'd endured, he never felt uncomfortable when Jak touched him. He enjoyed scenting the young Alpha and very much enjoyed his company overall...
Jak was...truly different.
He left his bed and entered the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He no longer looked tired or depressed...in fact, he seemed well rested and... happy. As he stared at his reflection, he pondered about how one bratty Alpha could cause him so many headaches...and so much happiness at the same time.
He thought about what he told Jak the previous night...about how he was glad Jak would be his mate...
He is also glad that it wasn't a lie.
The bonding ceremony between Prince Jak Mar and Ex-Commander Torn Reista was only two days away.
Though the ceremony was a private one, only allowing immediate family and certain officials to witness it, the people of Spargus celebrated as if it were a grand festival. The streets were lined with decorations, lanterns and desert flowers to offer good luck to the soon-to-be pair. The chatter that flowed among the streets encompassed excited conversations of a wonderful power couple, and whispered gossip of what the couple must be like behind closed doors.
The throne room was all done up as well. Seating was arranged for the few guests and a beautiful wedding arch was placed in front of the King's throne.
Though its elegance and beauty was second to none, Torn could feel nothing but trepidation as he stared at the arch.
Two days...
Two days until he was officially and permanently bound to someone...an Alpha...
...but, that Alpha was also Jak...someone who he's started off rocky with but could now call a friend. So overall, things weren't as bad as they could've been.
Still, it didn't do anything to lessen his anxiety.
"Admiring the handiwork, Cherry?" Sig walked to his side and matched Torn's stance, staring ahead at the white stone arch decorated with while sheer fabric and desert flowers. Torn huffed in response, "Something like that..."
Sig nodded and waited a while before saying what he actually meant to say, "Jak told me you wanted to join the Spargus guard. That true?"
"He already told you?" Torn was a bit surprised Jak actually kept his word. It made his respect for the little Alpha slightly increase, "Yeah, I'd like to start basic training after Jak and I get back from Haven."
"That so? You sure you don't wanna just take a higher position? I have an opening for a captain-"
"Thank you, but I'd rather work my way through the ranks." Torn quickly retorted. He needed to earn his place, just as he'd earned his place in Haven. He would not have anyone complaining about how he didn't deserve what he worked for.
Sig stared at him for a bit, turning over his statement in his head a bit before replying, "Alright...if that's what you want then." Sig clapped a heavy hand down on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze, "Prepare to be put through your paces! Lets see if your training in Haven compares." He gave a hearty chuckle before turning and making to leave the throne room.
"Catch ya later, Cherry."
"Likewise..." Torn mused as he once again was left to his own devices.
"Oh, by the way, the delegates from Haven are arriving in 5 minutes."
Torn snapped out of his daze, "What?! Why didn't you LEAD with that?!" He darted out of the throne room, as Sig laughed behind him.
(WARNING: CHILD ABUSE AND TRAUMA! SKIP TO THE END OF THE ITALICS IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ. DISCRETION ADVISED)
Pain ripped through his body as the eco invaded it.
The needles poised above him shot down that black lightning directly into his bloodstream, and it felt like acid running though him. His screams of agony drowned the scientists' conversations as they watched his torture.
"Still no reaction...maybe his bloodline isn't strong enough, muddled by his father?"
"That has nothing to do with his eco abilities. We know the brat can absorb all the other types easily. This should be no different."
"Well, anyway, we're getting nowhere today, lets cut it off here and toss him back in the cell."
The machine was shut off, but the pain continues raging like a wildfire that had gotten out of control. He was hoisted off the cold metal slab he was previously chained to and dragged out of the room and down the dark hallway.
A cold stone floor was the only thing that greeted him when he was tossed face first into the filthy cell.
Everything hurt...he couldn't even twitch his limbs without waves of pain coursing through his veins.
After a while, he gained enough strength to raise his head, eyes focusing on the dark corner in front of him...its sole occupant sitting motionless against the wall, half-shrouded by darkness.
He slowly crawled his way over to her until he was close enough to weakly crawl into her lap. He laid his head against the cold flesh of her chest and sobbed openly.
"M...Mo...Mo..." His voice cracked painfully as the word died in his mouth.
He waited for her arms to come around him...to hold him close against her...but he knew they never would...not anymore.
He pressed his nose to the skin of her neck, trying to inhale the remnants of her scent, but it had long since depleted, replaced only by the cold, stale stench of death.
He wanted to die with her...and yet the precursors cruelly kept him alive.
For what reason...he felt he would never know.
He didn't hear the guns in the distance, but when they came closer, he shifted he view past the bars of his cell. Spargus soldiers burst through the door and opened the cage
"Its them! The Queen and Prince!"
"Fuck...is she..."
"DAMN IT!"
"Did...did they leave her in the cell WITH him?!"
"Oh god...that...that's horrible...Somone get him away from her please!"
"I'm gonna be sick..."
Sig kneeled down beside him, trying not to look at the lifeless eyes of their Queen, "C'mon Cherry, lets get you home." He reached for the boy but was met with resistance as the heavily injured child clung tightly to the corpse.
"N-no! No! Mo-Mom!"
"She's gone, Cherry..." Sig's big hands enveloped him and gently pulled him away from his deceased mother.
He stayed frozen...even as Sig hoisted him in his arms and carried him away from the place that had been his own personal hell for 4 months. He'd left a part of himself in the cell...something he knew he could never replace.
(END OF FLASHBACK, YOU MAY NOW RESUME READING SAFELY!)
Jak was aimlessly wandering through the palace halls for about an hour now. Having tossed and turned all throughout the night from the memories that had resurfaced...and had yet to slip back underneath his subconscious.
Torn already knew what happened to him, so at least he knew he wouldn't have to talk about it himself.
He didn't think he could survive that conversation.
It had been 5 years since he was brought back to Spargus. He was in such bad shape that he had to stay in the palace hospital for three weeks. Daxter visited him every day, but one day Jak had an episode that ended with him going dark for the first time.
He ended up hurting Daxter in his deranged state.
Ever since then, his father avoided him.
Jak knew deep down that his father still loved him, even though they haven't scented since the kidnapping. He knew that Damas was hurting as well, and probably felt responsible for what happened.
But it hurt when he avoided his gaze...
He heard someone running towards him and was surprised when Torn barreled into him at full speed, knocking them both to the ground with the taller Omega on top.
Torn cursed under his breath, and when he pushed himself to his hands and knees, he was able to see who he had landed on, "Shit, you're not hurt are you?"
Jak tried to ignore the fact that he could easily look down Torn's tank top from this angle and smirked cheekily, "Lucky for you, I wasn't carrying any paints, so I think we're good. Though I'll have to tell my dad that you were running in the halls."
"Lets just call us even then." Torn got back to his feet and held out a hand for Jak to take, which he gladly took. After hoisting the prince to his feet, Jak asked, "So where are you rushing off to anyway?"
"My friends from Haven are here. I wanted to meet them at the gate."
That piqued Jak's interest a lot. Torn very briefly talked about his friends in the short amount of time they'd had together, but Jak was itching to meet them all the same. After all, he did get permission from Torn to ask his friends questions about him. This was his chance!
"Can I come?" He tried to not look as excited as he really felt but Torn could easily see right through him.
Torn raised a suspicious brow, "Why?"
Jak shrugged, "I'm curious about what kind of people would call you a friend."
"You really have no right to criticize my friends when you have Rat-boy."
"Hey, be nice!" Jak's brow furrowed, "I thought you liked Dax now."
"I tolerate him. That doesn't mean I'm ready to skip through the sand with him." Torn rolled his eyes and sighed, "Anyways, that's not the point here. Why do you want to tag along?"
Jak smiled innocently, "I told you, I'm just curious."
"Really now?" Torn narrowed his eyes, "Because I think you just wanna harass them for information."
"Who me?" Jak gaped, "I would never!"
"The answer is no, Jak." Torn tried to move around the Prince, but Jak blocked his path, shooting Torn his most convincing brand of kicked crockapup eyes. "Come on, Torn." Jak faked a hurt look, "Can't you just give me this one thing?"
Torn knew what the kid was doing. But he refused to fall for it. Who knows what kind of questions Jak was going to attempt to wrangle out of Jinx and Ashelin. In her defense, Ashelin would probably give him a vague response, but JINX...the guy was a book that refused to shut. If he wanted to keep his dignity, he could not let the two of them meet.
He was a tough-as-nails Commander with an Iron clad resolve and he was going to stand his ground, puppy eyes be damned!
Not even 5 minutes later, Torn's "Iron clad resolve" broke and he gained one annoying tag-a-long.
Score 1 Alpha!
"I can't believe I'm giving in to your whims," Torn groaned in defeat, "If this is how all our future marital disputes will go down, I might kill you, then myself."
"Why kill yourself too?" Jak happily strode alongside Torn as they walked up to the gate. Having somehow managed to convince the older male to let him tag along.
"If I can manage to escape the city without being arrested then executed for assassinating the Prince, maybe I won't."
"Oh true. Yeah, Sig would probably skin you before you'd get past the market."
Torn paused, turning over the scenario in his head, "I think I could at least make it to the gate."
"Bullshit, you're not THAT good."
"If I did it at night I could probably hijack a vehicle too."
"Ok, can we please stop talking about this like it's an actual option you're considering?"
"..."
…
"...Torn?"
"..."
"Wait...you're not actually..."
Torn coughed abruptly and quickened his pace, "I think I see the shuttle, come on."
"Hold up! Answer me, asshole!" Jak broke into a brief jog to catch up to Torn, and just as he was about to speak, the inner gate opened and let in three people.
When Jak glanced up at Torn, he was taken aback by the huge, genuinely happy smile that bloomed on his face. He was even more surprised when Torn broke into a sprint towards the three Havenites. A blonde woman also began running towards him, and when she was within range, she nearly tackled him with an overly excited hug.
...and Torn actually embraced her back.
"I missed you so much!" Tess squealed as she nuzzled against his neck. Torn tilted his head slightly to give her access to his neck and laughed when she took the opportunity to immediately bury her nose against it. "I missed you too, Tess." He gave her one final squeeze before breaking the hug and settling for rubbing his wrists over hers, automatically pack-scenting her...something he feared he wouldn't be able to do again.
Tess began purring as she presented her wrists, allowing Torn to rub his scent on them, "I was so worried about you! Ashelin and Jinx had to keep me from taking a hellcat and kidnapping you."
At the mention of their names, Ashelin and Jinx sauntered over to the other two. When they reached them, Ashelin huffed, "She was relentless too. I nearly had to place her under house arrest at one point." When Tess moved away, Ashelin moved to hug Torn as well, though she made sure her embrace was a bit more distinguished looking.
Although, in Jak's eyes...that hug was a threat. He bit back a growl that started in his throat. He was ashamed of his Alpha hindbrain doing whatever it wanted. Torn was not his property, he could hug whoever he wanted...
So why was he getting so upset?
...
As she hugged him, Ashelin whispered, "I missed you too...you stupid bastard." Torn rolled his eyes, "Ditto, old hag."
"You're older than me."
"You look older than me." He received a punch in the shoulder for that comment, but his face softened when he saw the tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks.
"It's so good to see you Ash." He reached up and gently cupped her cheeks, rubbing away a stray tear that leaked out with his thumb. Ashelin leaned into his touch and returned his smile with one of her own.
He glanced over her shoulder...trying to see if anyone else was entering the city, but the gates were starting to close, "Countess Reista?"
Ashelin's look of joy turned into one of disdain, "She'll be arriving tomorrow. She didn't feel the need to stay in this wasteland more than what's necessary...her words, not mine."
"And what about Arippa?...Tear?" He tried to conceal the hopefulness in his voice, but Ashelin picked up on it...and her face wore an expression of sadness as she sighed, "They were deemed...'unimportant attendees' and forced to stay behind. I'm sorry Torn...they wanted to be here..."
"Which is why I'm here instead." Jinx moved next to Ashelin and locked eyes with Torn, "Tess and I are technically Ashelin's bodyguards...but I promised Tear that I would support you in his place."
Torn gave a small nod and swallowed around the lump in his throat.
He knew his grandmother would pull something like this. She wanted as much control over this event as she could have, and if that meant keeping possible objectors home...she was more than willing to make that happen.
It didn't hurt any less, though. He'd really been looking forward to seeing his brothers after being away from them for 2 weeks. "Fucking bitch...she can't even give me this..." Torn didn't hold back the snarl in his voice. Even here in Spargus, he's under his grandmother's thumb.
Jinx reached out and laid a hand on Torn's shoulder, "Hey, don't let her get to you. We'll find some way to ruffle that old hag's feathers. It's what we're best at!" He gave a winning grin and Torn felt calmer already. "Yeah..." He wasn't convinced, but all the same, he was glad to have the support of his closest and only friends.
"Um...is that...him?" Tess nodded her head in Jak's direction as she whispered her question to Torn.
Torn glanced over at Jak, who stood back from them awkwardly, looking like he wasn't sure what to do. He motioned for him to come over, "Yup...in all his intimidating alpha glory."
"Holy shit...he's cute!" Jinx unabashedly looked over Jak's form as he got closer, lingering on certain aspects of his body.
"Trust me...he's really not." Torn teased as he watched Jak bristle slightly under the attention. "Guys, meet the Prince of Spargus, Jak."
Jak felt anxiety settle in the pit of his stomach from the three pairs of eyes studying him as if he were under a microscope. He subconsciously moved towards Torn a bit under their gaze. Sensing his unease, Torn decided to start the introductions, "Jak, this is Tess, Ashelin, and Jinx." He motioned between the two alphas, "They've been my friends since childhood, and Tess is like my surrogate little sister."
Three pairs of eyes all narrowed and stared Jak down. These people were already assuming the worst about him and Jak felt the need to glare at them. He breathed in and out through his nose and decided to try and stay civil...for Torn's sake.
Starting a fight with his friends from Haven would not win Jak and brownie points with Torn.
"Um...hi?" Jak gave a small wave as he nervously looked away from the three Havenites.
Thankfully, Torn stepped in and eased the tension, "Relax, he's really not that bad. Just a little feisty sometimes."
All three of the newcomers relaxed and Jinx was the first to approach Jak, "Well, good to know yer givin Torn some sass! Precursors know the man needs someone who can handle his teasing." He wrapped an arm around Jak's shoulders and pulled him into a strong side hug that caused Jak's entire body to tense up from the sudden and overly familiar contact.
"Don't you fuckin encourage him, pyro." Torn grabbed Jak's arm and yanked him free of Jinx's grasp, "I just managed to partially tame him. Don't go fuckin up my hard work."
"I'm not a fucking dog!" Jak growled as he pouted.
Tess giggled as she watched the exchange, "Don't take it to heart. We were so worried you'd be some hulking brutish neanderthal! Guess we didn't need to bring the mace, right Ashelin?"
Ashelin raised a brow and kept her face neutral as she kept her eyes trained on Jak.
Her stare was intimidating, as any Alphas would be, but Jak met her eyes with a challenge despite also feeling intimidated by her. He didn't want to start anything, but he also didn't want them to think he was some wimpy pup who couldn't stand up for himself or his mate.
She raised both brows up in mild surprise before turning to address Torn, "I'm glad he's not what we expected...but I think I'm more surprised at how young he is."
Jinx immediately piped up, "Yeah! Like...really young. Hell, he looks fresh outta school!"
"He's not that young..." Torn's answer was quick and abrupt.
He should've known that wouldn't shut down the conversation.
"How old are ya, Jak?" Jinx smirked as he leaned closer to Jak, the lingering scent of cigars tickling Jak's nose.
"Old enough, Jak let's show 'em to their rooms." Torn grabbed Jak's arm and started pulling him towards the palace.
"Hey now! He didn't answer the question yet, Stripes!"
"I told you he's old enough!"
"Yeah but how old, Torn."
"He's none of your fuckin business years old."
Jak pulled back, "Torn it's not that big a deal-"
"They don't need to know, fuckin ignore 'em!"
"Seriously, I don't care-"
"Shut it, Jak." Torn turned to glare at him, daring him to make a single peep. His expression practically growled, Not a single word or so help me...
and yet...there was a slight blush of embarrassment blooming on his face.
Jak stared right back at him...
...he couldn't resist teasing the older man a bit...
"I'm 17."
Torn's eyes went wide at the absolute defiance coming from this little shit who knew he just risked getting his ass kicked all throughout the city. The look of shock faded into one of extreme annoyance when Jinx burst out laughing at the new information.
"HOLY SHIT! TORN, YOU FUCKIN PEDO!"
Torn groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Shut the fuck up Jinx."
"Kids like a whole ass DECADE younger! Forget robbin the cradle, yer robbin the WOMB!"
"Jinx...I swear to fucking-"
"You sure yer old ass can even handle his teenage horniness? This kid'll run circles around yer wrinkly old-" Jinx was cut off by Torn swiftly putting him in a chokehold.
Jak stifled his laughs behind a hand as Jinx took on the wrath that would've most likely been directed at him. Though he had to admit, the angry look on Torn's face and his flushed cheeks from embarrassment were worth the risk of an ass-kicking.
After Jak had helped Torn show his friends to their rooms, Torn decided to spend some time with Tess in her room. Deciding that Torn would probably like to be alone with her, Jak found himself once more wandering the halls.
His wandering was aimless, as he was only trying to distract himself from the lingering flashes of repressed memories. Honestly, that was the true reason why he wanted so badly to go with Torn to meet his friends. He welcomed anything that could take his mind away from his past.
He was about to head toward the kitchen to maybe find a snack when he saw the redheaded Alpha from Haven turn into the hall. She stopped her gait for a moment when she noticed him, then fixed a curious stare on him before addressing him, "Prince Jak, perfect timing. I was on my way to your room."
Jak eyed her suspiciously, "Um...why?"
"I wanted someone to show me around Spargus, and I don't trust Torn to do it. The guy has a surprisingly bad sense of direction." She placed her hands on her hips and continued, "I bet he's still having trouble finding his own room."
"Nah, he hasn't needed help for like a week." Jak shrugged as he slid his hands in his pockets, "So, you were looking for me because...you want a tour?"
Ashelin gave him a small smile that seemed about as fake as her tits, "Something like that. Care to accompany me?"
Jak really didn't want to. He didn't like the way this alpha looked at him...judging him...like he was a wild animal that needed to be subdued. But, then again, this is Torn's friend...so maybe getting her to like him would allow him and Torn to get a little closer, "Sure...I can do that."
"Great!" Ashelin turned and motioned him closer, "I expect the full package. Show me how your city stands up to mine."
Ashelin was FAR different from Torn when Jak was giving her the tour. Torn was quiet the whole time and only spoke when necessary. Ashelin consistently asked about ten questions every time Jak pointed something out. She seemed genuinely interested in every aspect of the city, but it was overwhelming for Jak to talk to someone this much.
When they reached the sweets shop, Jak paused and just stared for a moment. He saw a poster advertising new flavors of macarons and thought about Torn. "He'd probably like some...they're in like his top 5."
"Who would like what?"
He jumped slightly, not even hearing Ashelin come up behind him. He flushed in embarrassment when he realized he'd been thinking out loud before mumbling, "I uh...thought Torn would like some of those." he shrugged in the direction of the shop and Ashelin raised a brow.
"I doubt it. Torn doesn't eat junk food. You know...being an Omega and all that bullshit."
Jak rolled his eyes, "Yeah, he told me about that shit. Who the fuck would control what others eat just because of their gender?! When Torn ate that cheesecake for the first time you'd think he'd-"
"He ate what?!" Ashelin's face remained calm, but Jak caught the slight widening of shock in her eyes.
"Um...cheesecake? Oh, don't tell me you've never tried it either! Doesn't anyone in Haven know how to have a good ti-"
"No, I mean you actually got him to eat it?!" She stared at him in disbelief, "Was he drunk? Did you threaten him or something?!"
Jak glared at her in confusion, "What?! No of course not! I just bought him some stuff he said he'd never tried and he just...tried them."
Ashelin gaped at him, as if he just told her that he once trained a yakow to sing and dance. She then got right up in his face, "How?!"
Jak froze, feeling put on the spot and very uncomfortable, "Uh...I just...bought it? Look, I don't know what you want me to say! Is it really that big a deal?!"
Ashelin narrowed her eyes a bit before sighing, "More than you think." She turned back towards the shop, "Since Torn told you about dietary restrictions for Omegas, I assume he also told you that those restrictions haven't truly exited for the masses for the past decade. However, being a member of nobility, Torn was raised with very strict guidelines for how he should think and act."
"Yeah...he did mention that actually." Jak interjected, remembering his conversation with Torn the day they first went to the confectionary, "He said his grandmother didn't let him have anything unhealthy."
Ashelin huffed in disbelief, "Yeah...you could say that." She glanced back at Jak, her voice filled with disgust, "She was borderline abusive towards both him and Tear. Once, when she caught Torn eating candy, she forced him to vomit it up. After that, she gave him a lecture about how he'll get fat and never attract a mate."
"What the fuck?! That's horrible!" Now it made sense why Torn went absolutely bonkers over the sweets...and why he was originally so hesitant.
"Yeah, it is. You have no idea how many times I've tried to get him to eat cake for his birthday. The man has some trauma over what he puts in his body." She then gave a small smile and raised an intrigued brow at Jak, "Although, it seems you're able to work some magic on him that none of us have yet to figure out. Maybe you're a good fit for Torn after all. Perhaps even his soulmate."
Jak met her eyes, feeling his neck grow hot from the insinuation.
Was it really that big of a deal?
It was just some junk food...
"Anyways, you wanted to get something for him right? I think I'll leave you to it and head back to the palace." Ashelin turned and placed her hand on his shoulder, smiling warmly at him, "Thanks for the tour. Lets catch up later. I'll tell you some more uplifting stories about Torn, k?" With that, she walked away back on the path they came from, and Jak was left standing in front of the store.
He thought back to what she said...
Soulmates?
He'd heard of the old legend, how some people had a bond that was predestined by fate, but he never thought it was something that could actually exist.
Could they really be...
…
His thoughts turned over and over in his head, thinking about how comfortable he felt around Torn...how attracted he was to him...and all from seemingly out of nowhere! Were they actually something so rare and remarkable as soulmates? Or were they just strangely compatible?
He brought his gaze back to the sign.
Yeah...Torn would probably like the macarons.
He walked in the store, successfully taking his mind off the new suspicion the Haven Governess planted in it.
After buying the specialty box of macarons, Jak decided to head over and see what Daxter was doing. It'd been a while since they hung out together, what with Jak spending a lot of time with a charming, grumpy, and incredibly jacked omega.
He walked into the Thirsty Ottsel, heading right up to the bar. He was about to take his usual spot when he noticed that blonde Havenite alpha from earlier sitting in the seat beside it.
Daxter noticed him first.
"Jak! About time you showed your stupid mug!"
The other Alpha turned to look at him, and just as Jak turned around to leave, he was stopped.
"Hey there blondie! C'mon over and have a drink with us! Your friend here was just tellin' me about how he single-handedly took out a nest of Metal-heads!"
Daxter puffed out his chest slightly, "Ah, it was nothin! If you really wanna hear a story, lemme tell you about the time I took out a heard of Metal beasts with nothin but a pistol with half a clip!"
"That so?" Jinx locked eyes with Jak and winked as he purred, "Sounds like quite a tale."
It was obvious Jak wouldn't be able to leave the bar for a while, so he decided to bite the bullet and take a seat next to the very friendly (overly friendly, more like...) Haven Alpha.
As soon as he sat down, Jinx immediately tossed an arm around his shoulders and laughed, "Bout time we had some quality time, Blondie! Been meanin to ask how things are goin with Commander hardass."
Jak shifted uncomfortably. He had a thing about being touched, but he wasn't about to be rude to one of Torn's friends...despite how much he wanted to shove this guy's arm from his shoulders, "Fine...I guess." Daxter set two beers in front of them and Jak took the opportunity to quench his dry throat.
"Just fine, eh?" Jinx seemed to read him eerily well as he removed his arm and took a swig from his own mug, "Looked a bit more than fine from my point of view." He set his drink back down on the counter and locked eyes with Jak, "Torn seems happy. Even if he won't admit it."
Jak paused, wondering if he heard right, "He's...happy?"
"As happy as he could be in this situation, at least."
"How are you so sure?" He narrowed his eyes. Sure, they had some good times over the past two weeks, but to say that Torn was happy...now that Jak understood his situation, he honestly didn't see how Torn could be truly happy here.
"Listen kid," Jinx took another gulp of his drink before he turned to face Jak, "I've known Stripes for a long time. We pretty much grew up together. I've seen sides of him that'll shock you." Jinx gave a teasing smile, "And the way he was grabbin at you, pullin you to his side, showin you off, and getting all possessive...I mean, DAMN kid, you got him wrapped!" Jinx snickered as he went to grab his drink again.
"He's...possessive? Of me?" That didn't sound right.
"Of course he is! You're his alpha. Torn's always been over-protective of his pack. One time, he damn near killed an alpha who was pressuring Tess-"
"Might I add that he didn't even need to step in?"
Jak turned as the blonde omega, Tess apparently, took a seat at the bar beside Jinx. She smiled warmly at him and continued, "I had it handled, but Torn has a hair-trigger temper when it comes to me and Tear."
"Tear...that's one of the guys Torn was asking for right?" Jak had tried not to listen in to the conversations at the gate, but he did manage to overhear that part.
Tess nodded, "His twin brother-"
"And the love of my life!" Jinx interjected, "It's too bad you couldn't meet his brothers. Arippa is a sweetheart, and Tear is like a Crocadog with dynamite strapped to its back."
"That...doesn't sound good..."
Jinx shrugged, "Ah, don't worry, you already got the more difficult twin charmed. Tear may bark a bit but he's harmless."
Jak mulled over the information for a bit before it occurred to him...
Torn had given him permission (kind of...) to ask about his past from his friends. Granted, at the time, the chance that he would be able to sit and talk to someone who knew Torn was slim. But this was ok right? After all, this is how Torn learned about what happened to him...
"Can I ask something?" Jak kept his eyes trained on his half-full glass as he continued, "Torn already told me a little bit, but I wanna know the whole story." He turned to the two Havenites who were also staring back at him and asked, "Torn said he was...assaulted by an Alpha once. What exactly happened?"
Both of the Havenites went stiff.
Tess looked away and softly said, "I...I'm going to check out the beach now. Later boys." Without another word, she turned and left. Jak stared after her before turning back to Jinx, "What's up with her?"
Jinx didn't say anything, just took another swig of his drink then sighed, "She doesn't know the full story, and it's not for her ears...or yours." Jinx suddenly shifted from playful to serious in a moment.
The silence was palpable.
It only ended when Jak asked, "Well? You gonna tell me or..."
"It's not my story to tell. So, no." Jinx's statement sounded finalized, but Jak didn't back down.
"Torn gave me permission to ask. He didn't want to tell me himself, and he owes me-"
"He doesn't owe shit to anyone." Jinx's voice carried a slight growl, but he quickly covered the anger with indifference, "Look...it's not a fun story, and I don't feel comfortable tellin you something so personal-"
"But he did the same thing to me!" Jak frowned, leaning into Jinx's space, "He found out the worst possible thing about me from the King because I didn't want to tell him. So, he told me that if I ever meet someone who knows his story, I could ask to hear it."
Jinx paused for a moment, "Why are you so adamant about knowing?"
"I just..." Jak stopped, trying to gather his words before he spoke, "I want to know why he hates Alphas. Maybe if I understand what he's been through..."
I can figure out how to show him he can trust me.
The quiet returned for a moment before Jinx sighed, "Fine...I'll tell you...but if Torn comes after me, I'm sending him your way next." He downed the rest of his beer before he resumed.
"It was during one of Countess Reista's fancy Galas. Torn was barely 17 at the time. Without warning, he went into heat...his first heat."
"At 17?! I thought heats and ruts can't start until you turn 18..."
"You're right, they don't. Torn was just unlucky. There's a very small chance that a heat or rut can start prematurely, Unfortunately for Torn, that was the case." Jinx shrugged, "And of course it had to happen in the middle of a crowded party filled with alphas who were all competing to one day claim one of the famed omega Reista twins. One of them decided to use Torn's predicament to his advantage. Torn tried to run to his room and the Alpha chased him down. He cornered him and was literally seconds away from raping him, but thankfully Arippa found them. Though...it was already too late. The damage had been done."
Jinx clenched his jaw in disgust, "You don't truly recover from trauma like that. The Alpha had beat him up and easily overpowered him when he tried to resist, and Torn took that to heart. He was already rebelling against his grandmother at that point, but that night pushed him over the edge. He started working out hard and building muscle. He took a few martial arts classes, and when the Omega inclusion initiative opened up for the guard, he was the first to sign up."
Jak stayed silent the entire time as the pieces finally fell into place. Of course, Torn would have a negative view of Alphas after such a horrible experience, "So...is that why he doesn't like Alphas? Does that mean he's never taken a partner for his heats before? Has he never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before? Is he a vir-"
"Woah one question at a time kid! Geez." Jinx chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood a bit, "You're a nosy little shit aren't ya? You're gonna have to ask him for details on THOSE questions, but I'll tell you this..." Jinx narrowed his eyes and smirked cheekily, "Torn's got quite a bit of sexual prowess. Actually, he's probably the most dominant and aggressive omega I've ever been with."
…
...wait...
"WHAT?!" Jak didn't even attempt to conceal the dangerous growl that ripped its way out of his throat. He stood up from the stool and glared down at Jinx threateningly.
...he wasn't even sure why he was so upset but thinking about being so close to someone who slept with Torn pissed him off somehow.
Jinx didn't even flinch and held up his hands in surrender, "Calm down Jakie-boy. It aint like that. We've never been more than friends with benefits. Besides, if it makes ya feel better it was only about 4 times."
It really didn't...but Jak should have known that Torn was probably experienced, being nearly a decade older. Still, the idea of someone else touching Torn...kissing Torn...making Torn gasp and moan in pleasure...it flipped a switch inside him that he never knew he had.
"It doesn't." Jak's voice still help that angry growl, but he thankfully was able to control the dark eco threatening to leak through his skin.
"I promise, I aint a threat kid." Jinx lowered his hands and spoke softer, "I was doin him a favor. At that time, he'd just cut off a relationship and he couldn't go through his heats alone."
That seemed to calm Jak down enough, so Jinx elaborated, "When he entered the guard, he attracted the attention of nearly every Alpha there. So, he made a deal with another omega who was part of the same initiative. They entered a heat pack and took care of each other during their heats. But when Torn became the commander, they had a falling out and Torn broke off the pact."
"When his next heat came, he was desperate for contact. I offered to oversee his heats just to make sure he didn't get sick." Jinx gave another shrug, "It just sort of...happened. He trusted me enough to fuck away the pain and end the heat a couple days early." He chuckled softly before letting a small smile grace his features, "Of course, I had to cut it off with him when Tear finally decided to give me a chance. Thankfully Torn had learned how to get through his heats alone over time, so it all worked out in the end."
After Jinx finished talking, Jak felt a bit better. He'd heard that heats could be incredibly painful for Omegas even with an Alpha to help them through it. Plus, there was also the risk of succumbing to heat fever and becoming dangerously sick. It made sense that Torn had people help him through his heats.
It still didn't erase the sickening images of Torn tangled up with some unknown omega, fucking him into a mattress with his cock and then presenting his ass for the favor to be returned.
It still made his stomach turn with jealousy as he imagined Jinx drilling Torn as he growled and screamed in ecstasy, only letting his growls turn to purrs as he allowed himself to be knotted and filled by an Alpha's cock.
He could do so much better than both of them.
He knew he could.
He didn't have any experience with fucking, and he had even less experience with being fucked, but he would let Torn do whatever he wanted with his body if it meant he could finally show the older Omega that he was different...that he would never ever hurt him or use him.
Because Torn was special to him.
Torn was unlike anyone he's ever known.
Torn was home to him.
He downed the rest of his mug and turned to Jinx, "Thanks for telling me."
"Don't mention it. And hey," He placed a reassuring hand on Jak's shoulder, "What happened in the past doesn't matter anymore. Take it from someone who's known Torn nearly his whole life...There's something special between the two of you, a spark, that is inexplicable, but also undeniable. Just...be patient with him k?"
Jak smiled a little and nodded, "Yeah, I will be." With that, he turned and left the bar.
Only one place left to go now...
Torn spent quite a bit on time on Jak's balcony in the past few days.
Since they'd been meeting up for scenting sessions, Jak had given him permission to hang out on his balcony, since the view was a lot nicer than the one from Torn's guest room.
He'd spent most of the day chatting with Tess, listening to her complaints and stories of her successes from her short time as Haven's Commander. She decided to explore the city after a few hours of talking and Torn decided to spend the remainder of his time sketching the gorgeous view. He sat cross-legged on a couch and busily scratched his pencil against the pad of paper. He would probably try to paint this later if he ever finished his painting of the Port.
He was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and turned to glance at Jak sheepishly smiling at him.
"Thought I'd find you here since you weren't in your room." Jak strode out onto the balcony and set beside Torn on the couch.
Torn returned his gaze to the sketchbook and droned, "I should really find better hiding places if you managed to find me in the second place you looked."
"Geez, so mean!" Jak teased as he held up the box of macarons, "Guess you really don't want these."
Immediately and rather predictably, Torn's focus shifted to the small box in Jak's hand. Torn paused for a second to put down his pencil and sketchbook before making to grab the box.
Jak expertly lifted the box out of Torn's reach and purred, "Nu-uh! First, I want an apology, then a thank you. And make it cute."
Torn narrowed his eyes and growled, "Give me the damn box or I'll cut your balls off."
"That wasn't very cute. If you don't do it right, I'll toss them off the balcony."
"You mother-" Torn took a deep breath then gritted out, "I'm sorry...now please give me the fucking box."
Jak decided that he'd toed the line enough and handed over the box, which Torn greedily snagged. He gently opened the box and his entire face lit up in wonder at the contents, "Holy shit! How the fuck do they make these things look so ornate?!"
As Torn's lips began to curl up into a small smile, Jak felt his heart throb. How could Torn be so terrifyingly gruff, and yet make such a cute, child-like face when presented with sweets? He had no idea, but if there was one thing Jak did know, it was that he would move mountains for that smile.
Mow that Torn was sufficiently buttered up, Jak decided to confess what he'd learned, "So...I talked to your friends..."
Torn paused, a cherry macaron almost making it to his mouth, before he set it back in the container, "Oh? Guess we're even now huh?"
The mood had soured a bit, but Jak didn't want the night to end on a bad note, so he spoke from his heart, "Torn...I just want you to know that I'm not like those other alphas. I won't ever take advantage of you or force you to do something you don't want to do-"
"Stop."
Torn's eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, "Please just...don't make promises you can't keep." Torn stated flatly, "You're...certainly different from what I expected. But despite everything, you're still an Alpha." He turned to Jak with a sharp glare, "I'd like to see you repeat all that bullshit when you're in the middle of a rutt, or when you're watching me go into heat. You're young. You still have no idea what rutting feels like."
"My age doesn't matter!" Jak protested, "I don't care what happens, I won't force myself on you! Hell, I'd rather die than force anyone to sate me. The very idea of that disgusts me."
"Did you already forget what happened when you got blasted with my scent that one night?"
"Did you forget that I still didn't force myself on you. Or are you saying you couldn't have kicked me off?"
Torn was speechless for a moment. He thought back to that night, and...yeah...he probably could've gotten away from Jak at any point if he had used his more deadly moves. But for some reason he chose to stay and allow the little fungus to cling to him through that whole night.
Taking advantage of the silence, Jak gently grabbed Torn's arm and locked eyes with him before he stated with determination, "I mean it, Torn. Whether I go into a rutt or you start your heat, I will not use your body to sate my own desires. I want you to want me while you're in your right mind."
Torn felt the need to take another stab at him, to argue that he was talking out of his ass. He knew the ways of the world, he knew that what Jak proposed was impossible...
...but it was said so honestly, and with such confidence, that Torn couldn't argue against it.
He sighed and gently pulled his arm out of Jak's grip, "Look, we don't have to worry about any of that for a while. Let's just focus on getting bonded first, ok?"
Jak looked like he wanted to say more, but decided to save it for another day and replied, "Ok..."
They watched as the sun began to set, sinking into the horizon as it lit up the ocean.
Torn was the first to stand, stretching his arms up in the air and rolling his shoulders back before his com suddenly started ringing. He answered it and saw a text from Ashelin, "Huh...we're being summoned to the Rat's bar for a 'special surprise'."
Jak raised a brow, "Special surprise?"
Torn rolled his eyes, "Knowing them we can expect to be stuck there for a while." He put away his com before motioning for Jak to stand, "We better not keep them waiting. The longer they're left alone, the more awful ideas they come up with."
Jak stood up and laughed, "Oh come on, I'm sure it's not that bad."
As it turns out, the surprise was a late Bachelor party for the two of them...which turned into a "who can get Jak and Torn smashed within an hour" party.
Torn sat in a booth just watching the chaos unfold as he sipped his 7th beer. Ashelin had been doing her best to try and get him wasted, but thankfully Torn had a pretty high resistance.
Although, he now felt pretty tipsy after being forced to down three shots.
Honestly, he was kinda impressed with how much alcohol Jak could put away. Jinx was right there with him, but sneakily ordering himself virgin drinks to ensure that Jak was the significantly more wasted one.
Another interesting think he noticed was Tess sitting at the bar, having a suspiciously private conversation with Daxter. He noticed the way Tess giggled and blushed every time the orange bastard whispered something to her.
Normally, Torn would march over there and threaten the Orange Rat-boy with violence...but Tess had the biggest smile on her face, and he knew Daxter was a good guy...despite his previous actions that would state otherwise.
His inner thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly received a lapful of drunk alpha. He barely had time to catch Jak before he slid off his lap and onto the floor.
The blonde prince giggled stupidly as he straddled Torn's hips, "Heeeeeeey Torn!" He wrapped his arms around Torn's shoulders and smiled goofily down at him, "Hey, hey didja know that you have four eyes?!" He started giggling like he'd just said the funniest joke before boldly shoving his nose against Torn's neck.
Torn's face went up in flames and he growled loudly as he pushed Jak away from his neck. He still kept him on his lap, since he still didn't want the little idiot to get hurt.
"Not in fucking public you drunk asshole!" Torn snarled in embarrassment.
Jak pouted sadly before making a small whining noise that gave Torn pause. He raised a brow at the younger Alpha and watched curiously as he presented his neck.
"What the fuck are you doing, idiot?" Torn did not let himself think that Jak was actually doing what it looked like he was doing.
Jak gave another low moan and purred, "If yer not g'na lemme scent ya, then you can scent me first."
...holy shit he was doing what it looked like he was doing.
Torn's mouth dropped slightly, "Are...are you serious right now?" Just how drunk was he?! Alphas don't typically let others scent them first. They ALWAYS had to go first, and maybe...just maybe, if they felt generous, they would let their partner scent them back.
During their scenting sessions, Torn always let Jak take the lead and scent him. He usually just sat there and allowed the younger man to explore as he pleased.
And yet, here Jak was...presenting his neck for him. Granted, he was drunk but Torn secretly hoped this was something Jak would also do sober.
"C'mon Torn..." Jak groaned, "Hurry up 'n scent me."
Torn couldn't refuse that direct invitation any longer.
He leaned forward and tucked his face against Jak's neck. He allowed himself to breathe in the younger Alpha's strong scent. He felt a shiver run through him as he began nuzzling against him, rubbing their scent glands together like Jak had done to him so many times before...
...only this time, he was taking the lead.
There was a certain pride he felt from rubbing his scent all over the typically dominant Alpha. It began to awaken something buried deep down inside him.
Jak began growling at a higher pitch, encouraging Torn to keep going, and Torn was lost in that sound.
Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but his Omega hindbrain had taken over and he soon found that he had begun grooming Jak, running his tongue slowly over his scent gland.
Despite the alcohol dulling his common sense, he managed to keep the grooming simple and chaste, more like a familial grooming than a mated one, but he still found himself intoxicated by the taste of Jak's skin against his tongue. The powerful scent clung to the insides of his mouth and filled up his lungs quickly. His body went lax and he felt high as a kite.
This would turn bad if he continued...
He forced himself to pull away before his mind became too foggy.
He rested his head back against the booth and panted softly, trying to clear the fog.
Not even three seconds after he laid his head back, Jak started to return the favor and began grooming him as well. Torn tensed up in shock. This was also a strange thing for an alpha to do. Typically, only Omegas felt the need to groom.
Torn recalled that Jak also did this when he lost control that one time. The bruises having remained days after.
Though this time, it felt much better.
He was still feeling loopy from Jak's scent, so he decided to just indulge his base instincts a bit longer.
He tilted his neck to give Jak better access as he felt the Alpha's hot tongue run over his scent gland over and over. He closed his eyes briefly and before he even realized it...he was purring...loudly.
"Torn?! Is that coming from you?"
His purr pitched up a bit as he lazily opened his eyes to meet Ashelin's cheeky grin. Jak didn't stop and Torn suddenly became very aware of where they were...and what they were doing.
He also started to feel and hear his own purr...something he honestly didn't think he was capable of doing.
And he couldn't seem to turn the damn thing off.
"Wow..." Tess blinked in confusion as she made her way over to them, "I've never heard you purr before Torn...I didn't think you even had one."
Torn sat upright, trying hard to manually stop his purr, but it was proving to be extremely difficult with Jak still lapping at his scent gland. "Neither did I, and I can't get the fucking thing to stop!" he gritted out in between purrs. Thankfully, his change in mood seemed to work as his purrs began to die down a bit.
"Awwww your purr sounds just like Tear's!" Jinx cooed teasingly, "Who knew you had a cute side!"
Torn growled in irritation as the purr finally died off, "Shut your trap, pyro!" He shifted to try and push Jak away from him, but the blonde fungus just pressed himself closer and scrunched his nose right up against his gland, still wet from the grooming. Torn sighed in defeat, "Fucking asshole, he's like a parasite..."
Tess giggled, "Here, let me see if I can help." As she reached out to put her hands on Jak, Torn did yet another thing he thought he was incapable of.
He growled loudly and let out a vicious bark, baring his teeth at Tess as he simultaneously yanked Jak closer out of her reach.
Tess jolted away, staring wide-eyed in disbelief.
Ashelin and Jinx mirrored her expression.
When Torn realized what he just did, his face fell and a harsh blush bloomed on his cheeks, "I...I'm sorry Tess, I don't know what came over me..."
"Oh I know what came over you." Ashelin stepped forward and fixed her gaze on him, "You were staking your claim." She smirked mischievously as Tess's eyes widened in understanding, "Wow! You really felt that threatened by me that you would actually bark at me?!"
"I didn't mean to do it! It just...happened!" Torn protested, trying desperately to save face after doing something so...primitive. Barking was for uncivilized yahoos who couldn't control their primal urges...NOT for respectable members of society. "And what the fuck are you talking about Ash? I'm not staking a claim on anything."
Ashelin placed her hands on her hips and teased, "Says the man who was literally baring his teeth a few seconds ago because another omega simply reached out to touch his Alpha."
Torn narrowed his eyes dangerously, "He's not my Alpha." With that, he manhandled Jak into a standing position and unceremoniously exited the booth, "Now if you're done putting him into an alcohol induced coma, I'm taking this brat back to the palace." He slung one of Jak's arms over his shoulders. And when Jak tried to wrap both around his neck again, he gave a low warning growl and that seemed to get Jak back in line.
He tried to ignore the laughter behind him as he dragged his drunk-ass fiancé out of the bar and into the cold desert night air.
After dragging the whiney, babbling, pain-in-the-ass prince through the palace, all the while fending off his initiations to resume scenting, Torn finally reached the Prince's room. He nearly kicked the door open and quickly shuffled across the floor directly to Jak's bed.
As he tried to lay the intoxicated blonde down, Jak quickly took advantage of the situation and hugged Torn tightly around the waist, dragging him down on top of him.
"Are you fuckin' serious you bastard?!" Torn hissed as he tried to pull out of Jak's grip. The teenager was surprisingly strong even while drunk. Torn found himself slotted between Jak's open legs, their chests and stomachs pressed together. He squirmed in the Alpha's strong arms for a bit before Jak gave a disappointed whine.
"Stop squirming and just lay with me for a bit."
There were many reasons Torn knew he shouldn't give in to Jak's request. But as he laid there, feeling the heaviness of Jak's arms around him, holding onto him so desperately, he couldn't think of a single one. "Dammit...fine, just let me get comfortable." Torn sighed as he felt Jak's arms loosen around him slightly, allowing him to shift his body and lay on his side next to Jak.
Jak didn't waste any time and instantly cuddled back up against Torn, giving off a happy growl as he nuzzled against his chest.
Torn stifled a growl of annoyance as the young Alpha got closer, but he was far too tired to truly feel uncomfortable. Jak was warm and he smelled good underneath the alcohol...he could afford to rest for a bit.
Gently, he laid a hand on Jak's back and rubbed his thumb in slow circles against his lower back.
Jak was fast asleep in a few moments, and as he listened to the shallow breaths, Torn felt his own eyes become heavy.
By the time he was asleep, Torn had once again started subconsciously purring.
"Again, Thanks for getting me back safely...Keira, was it?" Ashelin flashed a warm smile at the shorter green-haired omega. She may have gotten a bit turned around on her way back to her room, but thankfully she managed to bump into Keira.
"Don't mention it!" Keira gave a small smile back, "I was on my way over here anyways to check up on Jak."
"Oh? I didn't realize my room was close to the crown Prince's."
Keira laughed softly, "This floor is for visiting delegates, but honestly, I wouldn't count being close to Jak's room as a great honor. Especially now that-" She paused, as they had just reached Jak's room, and the door was wide open. One look inside and Keira gasped, "Oh my Precursors! Look!" She held a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles that threatened to come out.
Ashelin dipped her head inside and her heart stopped for a moment. There was Torn...sound asleep and purring very loudly as he held Jak in his arms. She could see his face clearly from this angle...and he bore the most content smile she'd ever seen from him. She found herself smiling as well as she motioned for Keira to remain silent and gently pulled her away from the door...
...making sure to close it before they left.
The next morning, Jak was the first to wake up.
After blinking away the sleep from his eyes, he suddenly realized that he was very warm on his front. He felt the rise and fall of someone else's chest against his own, smelled a very sweet and familiar scent wrapping around him, and heard...purring?
When his eyes became focused, he realized exactly whose chest he'd had his face buried into. Torn had his arms wrapped tightly around him and they were flush against each other. At first, Jak panicked, fearing what the hell happened while they were drunk, but he calmed down when he registered that they both still had all their clothes on, including shoes.
Now in the clear, Jak allowed himself to look up at Torn's sleeping face.
Oh fuck, he's gorgeous.
In his sleep, Torn's face was relaxed, free from the harsh furrowed brows and frown he wore constantly. He looked so...peaceful. Jak felt his face begin to grow hot and ducked his head back down against the older Omega's chest before other parts of his body could react.
Jak nuzzled his face in between Torn's pecs, feeling the strong, yet slightly squishy muscle press against wither side of his face. Torn really had such a nice body. He wished he could see it again, only having one memory to go off of. He breathed in deep, taking in the scent of Torn's skin through his tank top. He wanted nothing more than to lift up that stupid piece of fabric and worship the hard muscles with his tongue and teeth.
Jak knew he had pretty plump pecs himself, but there was something different about an Omega's pecs...something sexier, at least to him. He thought about how pale Torn's skin was, and how nice his nipples looked that one glorious time when he took off his shirt in front of Jak. He wanted to badly to suck and bite them until they became hard and perky, rolling his tongue in circles around them as he made them go from pink to a pretty red from his teasing. His skin probably tasted great too...just like it did whenever he managed to sneak a lick at Torn's scent gland.
That's when he really tuned in to the strong purr emitting from Torn's chest. It was probably the most beautiful sound Jak had ever heard. He sighed as he closed his eyes again, letting himself be lulled back to sleep by the constant yet gentle rumble of Torn's Omega purr.
He pretended to stay asleep when Torn's purr hitched up an octave as he began to stir from his slumber.
When Torn finally woke up and realized where he was and who he currently had in his arms, he hissed an expletive and gingerly pulled himself free from the embrace, trying not to wake Jak in the process and unknowing that Jak was already awake.
Thankfully Torn did not have a hangover, but he was positive that when the little idiot woke up, he would have a massive one.
Torn decided to bail before it happened and slowly slid off the bed and snuck his way out of the bedroom.
Jak was a bit disappointed at how much colder he felt now that Torn was gone, and the feeling only got worse when the inevitable headache came over him. He sighed and decided to wash away his misery with a nice hot shower.
When Torn made his way down to the private kitchen, following the smell of freshly brewed coffee, he found that Ashelin and Keira were already up and seemed to be having a very nice...very friendly conversation.
He raised a brow and glanced between the two women as they both noticed him and looked away sheepishly, "Um...am I interrupting anything?"
Keira blushed slightly and coughed, "No! Not at all, just...mixing up a hangover antidote for Jak when he gets up!" She returned her attention to a mortar and pestle which contained an odd-smelling orange paste.
Torn looked between the two women, taking in both Keira's flustered state and Ashelin's calm, yet slightly annoyed expression.
He put two and two together...
"Is that all?" His face broke out into a shit-eating grin, "It seems awfully chummy in here."
Ashelin narrowed her eyes and bit back, "Not as chummy as you were last night." She took a sip of her coffee and smirked, "How did you sleep by the way? Jak's bed looked pretty comfy."
It was Torn's turn to blush now, and he quickly grumbled, "Not as well as I would have in my bed."
"Oh? That's not what it looked like when we happened to pass by last night, right Keira?" Ashelin glanced over to Keira, and she quickly picked up on the hint. Keira giggled as she turned to face Torn, "Yeah, you seemed very...cozy all snuggled up with Jak. And by the way, you have a very nice sounding purr."
Torn didn't bother controlling his growl as he spit back, "Last night didn't happen by my choice...in fact, NOTHING that has happened here has been MY choice. You both would do well to remember that."
Both women grew silent and Ashelin took on a more somber expression, "Torn...I'm sorry. I should've tried a little harder when Countess Reista forced you into making that decision-"
"Wait what?!" Keira's eyes nearly popped out of her skull, "What do you mean 'forced'?! I thought you volunteered?!"
Torn sighed and averted his gaze, "Yeah...that's what I told the King. But in truth, I was given an ultimatum by my reigning Alpha, and this was the better choice."
Keira was quiet for a moment, but then remarked, "Well, even if this wasn't your choice...from what I've seen, you and Jak have a connection that is remarkable to say the least."
"I've noticed it too." Ashelin agreed, "The way you let him crawl all over you last night. The expression on your face when you held him in your sleep...not to mention the purring. That pup is pulling out sides of you I've never seen as long as we've known each other. Don't you think that's a sign?"
"A sign of what exactly?" Torn frowned, not liking where this conversation was heading.
"Torn..." Ashelin started, pausing to wonder how she should phrase it, "Do you think Jak...may be your soulmate?"
Torn huffed out a laugh and shook his head in disbelief, "Are you fucking kidding me? Soulmates...don't tell me you actually believe in that fairy tale garbage?"
"Think about it Torn," Keira interjected, "You may have started on bad terms, but look how comfortable you've gotten with Jak in such a short amount of time. That's not normal! He's obviously head over heels for you, don't try to tell us that you feel nothing for him."
"What I feel, has nothing to do with what this relationship has always been and will always be." Torn snarled, "Don't forget, I'm just the bartering chip between our cities. If Jak and I became friends quickly, that's just because we're trying to make the best of a shitty situation." He calmed his voice a bit and spoke a little softer, "He's a good guy. Anyone with eyes and half a brain cell could see that. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to throw myself in his arms like some ditzy maiden." Having finished his point, he grabbed a mug and started pouring himself a mug of coffee.
Keira was quiet for a bit before sighing, "Well, I guess we'll just see what happens then." She returned to her concoction and said, "Oh, can you do me a favor and take this up to Jak when I'm done? I was having such a fascinating conversation with the Governess about Haven's plant life, and I really want to continue it."
Torn resisted rolling his eyes and sighed, "Sure, whatever." He didn't see any harm in doing her this favor, after all, Ashelin looked very invested in the conversation...though Torn suspected it wasn't the same reason as Keira's.
After downing his cup of energy, he took the orange drink from Keira and made his way back to Jak's room.
As he approached the door, he smirked mischievously as he remembered the almost flirtatious atmosphere between their friends and decided to share the bit of gossip with Jak. He was so giddy, he didn't even think about knocking and just flung the door open, "Hey, you will not believe what I just-"
His words shriveled up and died in his mouth as he took in the sight before him.
Jak was standing right in front of him, about 8 feet away, toweling off his wet hair. He had seemingly just exited the shower...
...and was completely naked.
By the time Jak had noticed Torn standing there, Torn had already gotten more than an eyeful.
They stood there staring at each other and Torn couldn't stop his eyes from trailing lower.
Holy fuck...
Before Jak could open his mouth or move to cover himself, Torn slammed the drink on a nearby table and barked, "Drink that for your hangover stupid!" He then slammed the door and ran back to his room with his tail firmly tucked between his legs.
Once he made it back to the safety of his room, Torn leaned back against the door, breathing heavily. He wanted to say that his heavy breaths were a result of him running down the hall, but that would be a complete lie.
His body was already hot, as if he were about to go into heat as flashes of what he just saw assaulted his mind.
It was just a fucking dick.
A fucking ALPHA dick!
Torn had seen dicks before. Hell, he HAD one. A damn big one too, which he often prided himself on. He liked the fact that he was bigger than most Alphas, it made it all the more satisfying when he showered in the guard and Alphas would stare in disbelief as they tried to hide their own inferior manhood.
So why the fuck was he getting so hot and bothered over...Jak's fucking massive Alpha cock.
They were probably the same length, but Jak was absolutely thicker. He was probably around the same size as the dildo Torn had stored away for his heats.
Maybe a tad thicker...
He bit back a moan as he felt himself become wet. The moan turned into an expletive as he darted to the bathroom and turned on the shower, setting it to near freezing. As he pulled down his pants and underwear he cringed in mild disgust and shame when he saw a small pool of slick already staining them.
He hopped in the shower ang grit his teeth as the icy water pelted his heated flesh.
His hole was throbbing, and so was his dick, but he absolutely refused to touch himself. He would not be getting off after just looking at a stupid penis. As much as he wanted to jerk his cock and finger his soaked hole until he came all over the white tiles, his pride would be shattered if he did.
After about 30 minutes, he finally calmed down, and his body was pale rather than flushed. He shivered as he turned off the water and left the shower, wrapping a clean white towel around himself. He glared at his reflection in the mirror, still ashamed that his cheeks remained red.
As he padded out into the bedroom and dove under his bedsheets, he curled up and cursed again.
As he tried to go back to sleep, bits and pieces of his conversation with Ashelin and Keira came back to him.
Soulmates...
…
...yeah right.
