Torn woke up about an hour later, his still nude form had warmed up a bit after the freezing cold shower and he no longer felt the unexpected arousal from earlier. He removed the blanket from his body and laid there staring up at the ceiling.

The last two weeks turned over and over in his mind as he thought about how much he had changed in so little time.

How long has it been since he allowed someone so close?

He sighed and closed his eyes...

...the decision that made him decide that he would never have a partner...

...the person who proved to him that love was worthless...

...it all came flooding back to him...

...thoughts, feelings, memories...things he forced himself to forget...

...and the one person tied to it all.

9 years ago: Haven City

Week 1 of basic training was already proving to be the biggest challenge Torn has ever met. After turning 18 three months ago, he had finally become eligible to join the Omega inclusion initiative for Haven's military.

Including him, there were only 5 omegas who signed on to be part of the initiative. Five men and one woman. He recognized one of the males, an orange haired youth he remembered seeing at one of his grandmother's yearly galas.

"Alright maggots!" The drill Sergent bellowed, "You're gonna run your asses through the obstacle course like hell's chasing you! When you reach the rope, climb all the way up and ring the bell. The last three to hit the bell are running laps until they pass out!"

Seemed a bit brutal, but Torn was determined to be the first to ring that damn bell. The Orange haired man next to him nudged him in the side and goaded, "Wanna make a side bet, Reista?"

Torn narrowed his eyes at the shorter man, recalling information he had learned in his nobility studies.

Errol Ackerman, son of Liam Ackerman who owned the metalworks in the city. Their family was very wealthy and prestigious, and Errol was a highly desired Omega...just like him.

And he couldn't care any less.

"I'm not here to have fun Ackerman. I'm here to run the fucking course and show these arrogant assholes that they aught not try to fuck with me." He didn't even spare Errol a glance, but the other Omega just huffed a laugh.

"And what's wrong with a friendly wager on the side?"

"We're not friends."

Errol shrugged, "Wow, I knew you were an asshole...but I had no idea you were also a pussy."

Torn's eye twitched and he growled, "What did you have in mind, fuckface?"

Errol grinned, his canines showing dangerously, "These brutish Alphas are no match for us. So really, this all comes down to you and I. First to ring the bell wins."

"That it?" Torn raised a brow, finally turning to look at Errol, "And what exactly do I win when I stomp your ass into the dirt?"

"We're roommates right? You claimed the bed near the window, so I think I'll take that. It's got a nice window view. "

"And what do I get if I win?"

"I smuggled in some booze. Got it stored in my Heat box where our Alpha overlords will never look. You win, it's yours." Errol held out his hand, "Deal?"

Torn glanced down at his hand then turned away from him, "Deal." Without shaking the other's hand, Torn got in position just as the Sergent started the countdown.

"Alright you piss stains...RUN!"

Like a bullet he and Errol were off. As expected, they were a lot faster than the much bulkier Alphas, and the fact that Torn had been training for the past year before the initiative even took place helped him get a leg up on the others.

Errol seemed to be in great shape too, as he was easily keeping up with Torn.

They vaulted over the walls and shimmied across the rope bridges. Torn lagged a bit when he slipped on the bridge, but he caught right back up to Errol when the other man struggled to climb the tall wall.

Torn, taking advantage of his height, easily scaled the tall wall and was only a few log vaults away from the rope...

...when a blonde flash suddenly whipped past him.

It was the female Omega!

She was very fast and it seemed she saved her energy for the last leg of the race. She vaulted over the first three logs and just as Torn caught up to her, she slipped and crashed to the ground, her leg twisting in an odd way.

She gave a cry of pain and grabbed her ankle.

Torn paused.

She wouldn't be able to make it past the finish line with her leg like that...so without thinking, he stopped and ran to help her up. Errol had passed him at this point, and the other recruits began to pass him as well, but it didn't matter right now.

"Hey," Torn started as he kneeled beside her, "Can you walk?"

The blonde girl grunted and looked up at him, "Yeah...I-I think so..."

He held out his hand and she gratefully took it. He hoisted her up and she tested out her foot, putting pressure on it, "SHIT!" She hissed and immediately lifted her foot back up.

"Hey! What's up?!"

Torn turned and saw Jinx jogging over to them, having also broke from the pack to see what was wrong. "She hurt her foot, can you help me get her to the bench?" Torn took one of her arms and wrapped it over his shoulders as Jinx nodded and took the opposite side.

As they started moving towards a nearby bench the blonde Omega whimpered, "I-I'm sorry...I'm thankful for your help but, you could've finished the course first."

Jinx laughed, "Well shit! Why didn't we think of that?! Well no matter, getting' you out of there was a bit more important, right Torn?"

Torn just nodded, "I'll flag down a medic." Just as he turned to leave, the Drill Sergent stomped over to them, "Reista! Stryker! Williams!"

At the sound of their surnames, all three recruits stood at attention, even Tess as she remained seated.

The drill Sergent ignored Jinx and got right in the omegas' faces, "You two abandoned the course! For that, you will be runnin laps until your fucking feet bleed!"

Jinx started, "Ms. Williams hurt her leg Sir, we were just-"

"Shut yer trap Stryker! Or you're gonna run with 'em!" The Sergent looked down at the female Omega, "Williams, get that foot sorted out and start running or I'll break your other one! You've wasted enough of my time with such a meaningless little stumble!" As he turned, Torn caught him saying under his breath, "Fuckin omegas."

A growl started in his throat and he barked, "These 'fucking omegas' can run circles around your fat Alpha ass any day."

The Sergent stopped in his tracks and whipped around, stomping right back up to Torn and getting inches away from his face, "Oh is that so?! Well then I bet you won't mind backing that up with some push ups. Drop and give me 20!"

Torn didn't even bother holding back his growl. This asshole wanted to play like this? Fine. He would make him eat his fucking words. In a flash Torn dropped and started on the push-ups as the sergeant counted above him.

"That one didn't count Princess, I'm adding 10 more!"

Torn kept going even as he felt his anger grow.

There was movement next to him and he heard a medic talking to Tess as he continued. When he was done with the push-ups he stood tall and glared challengingly back at the Drill Sergeant. The Drill sergeant glared right back at him then growled, "As soon as the medics done, both of you are going to 'run circles' around the course you abandoned. You don't stop to breath, drink, or shit until I say so. Are we clear?!"

All three of them yelled back, "Yes, Drill Sergeant!"

As soon as her foot was treated and she found that she could walk on it, the female Omega and Torn jogged down to the course and began to run. Jinx started moving to the track but was stopped by the Drill Sergeant, "Where the fuck do you think yer goin' boy?!"

Jinx blinked back at him, "I abandoned the course too, sir. So I'm takin' my punishment."

"Get the fuck back to the mess hall. I didn't tell you to run. You're an Alpha, you've proven your metal. These Omega pussies need a rude awakening of what a soldier's life really is."

"That's not fair."

"War aint fair, chicken shit! Now get your ass back to the barracks before I make you kiss the ground."

Jinx stared at him for a moment...then he turned to look at the track as Torn and the other Omega ran on it. He then returned his gaze back to the Drill Sergent, stood at attention and shouted, "Fuck you, Drill Sergent!" in a mocking military call.

...

As Torn and the female Omega ran, she decided to thank him again.

"Don't mention it." Torn huffed back at her as he tried to keep pace with her, "We gotta stick together against these fuckers."

She nodded and puffed back, "I'm Tess. Nice to meet you."

"Torn," He smiled at her, "And right back at ya."

As they completed their first lap, they both saw the Drill Sergent screaming at the top of his lungs as Jinx did push ups in front of him. Jinx managed to look at them and give a wink, which added on 10 more push-ups.

Torn and Tess shared a small laugh as they continued their run.

By the time Torn got back to his bunk, he was sweaty, sore, and in desperate need of a shower. He went to grab his evening clothes before heading to the sectioned off "Omegas only" shower but paused when he entered his shared room to find Errol sitting comfortably on hisformer bed.

"Bout time you finished that course! Guess I overestimated you...princess." Erol took on the biggest shit-eating grin and Torn was too fucking tired to have it out with him right now.

"Piss off Ackerman. Unless you want to see what I'm really capable of when I lose my shit." He growled as he yanked open his personal items trunk and retrieved his sleepwear.

"After what I saw today, I think I'll take my chances," Errol fiddled with a pocketknife for a moment before he mocked, "Didn't know the famous Torn Reista, the rebellious omega everyone's talking about, was such a fucking softie."

Torn turned and glared at him in disbelief, "And what was I supposed to do exactly? Ignore a wounded comrade and focus on some stupid insignificant bet?! Is that what you would do in the field as well?"

"If she can't handle the pressure, she doesn't belong here." Errol straightened a bit and returned his glare, "It's survival of the fittest here. As Omegas we are constantly being watched. Everyone is just itching to see us fail. I refuse to give them a reason to trip me up. And I suggest you watch your back instead of worrying about some nobody."

Torn clenched his jaw and fisted his sleepwear. He gritted out from behind clenched teeth, "Her name is Tess, and unlike you, I don't turn my back on other Omegas." He then turned on his heel and exited the room, slamming the door behind him.

He made his way to the shared showers and stripped down. As soon as he could he turned on the water, he was bombarded with the painfully icy sprat. He hissed, flinching at the initial coldness before the heat kicked in. As he let the now warm water wash over him, he turned over the entire altercation with that Drill Sergent over and over in his head.

Fucking Alphas...I'll show that motherfucker...

Just as he turned the water off, he heard a cough behind him and looked over his shoulder to see Errol standing there...staring at him with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"The fuck do you want now?"

Errol gulped and his voice sounded a bit softer than usual, "You uh...you can have your bed back. Turns out the view is shit."

Torn blinked at him, "Um...ok?"

Errol began to turn away, but he paused and stated, "A word of advice, if you want to become more than a grunt...start kissing up to the assholes at the top. Otherwise, you'll never get anywhere."

"I prefer ranking up by my own merits, not by sucking on Alpha dick." Torn hissed icily.

"Suit yourself." Errol shrugged, "Maybe I'll put a good word in for you when I make Captain. That is...if you convince me,"

Torn rolled his eyes and turned his body to face Errol fully, his hands braced on his hips as he glared at the other Omega, "How generous of you...but I don't want your pity. And I sure as hell won't be sucking up to you for a promotion. Besides, I don't see how you'd be benefitted from such an arrangement. What could you possibly hope to get from me anyway?"

Errol kept staring, and Torn didn't miss the way his eyes trailed downwards. There was a redness to his face as he cursed under his breath and grumbled, "Forget it. Don't make any noise when you come back to the room. If you wake me up, you're in for a world of hurt." With that, he turned and fled down the hall.

Torn was left standing there in all his glory, wondering what the fuck was up with the weird asshole he was forced to room with.

The next month of training seemed to fly by.

Not a day went by where he and Errol weren't at odds with each other. The insufferable man tried to turn everything into a competition, and for some reason he singled Torn out every time.

Normally, Torn wouldn't indulge him, but Errol had quite a talent when it came to goading people into doing what he wanted. Torn just couldn't seem to say no to the guy.

It didn't help that over their many many many arguments, Errol had started sneaking in innuendos to trip Torn up. A comment here, a touch there...it was infuriating and confusing for him and he couldn't decide how he felt about it.

The latest infraction came during their sparring time.

He and Errol had been paired up, as per usual, and they started out taking the training seriously. As they practiced hand-to-hand defensive maneuvers on each other, Errol made a comment that had Torn's blood running cold, "You smell different today."

Torn panted, "I smell like sweat, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"No...you smell...sweet," Errol grabbed his arm and put him in a light armlock. He took the opportunity to whisper in his ear, "You smell like you're about to start something. Something...dangerous."

Torn retaliated with a self-defense move to break the lock and pushed Errol away from him, "That fuck are you saying Ackerman?"

"When was your last heat, dipshit?" Errol looked at him as if he were a bratty child pitching a fit over his bedtime.

Torn froze.

His last heat?

He hadn't had a heat since...the first one...a year ago...

He suppressed a shudder and bit back, "I don't know, why?

Errol raised a brow, "Oh...you're definitely starting soon. I can smell it." He looked around briefly, "I'm sure every one of them can too."

Torn wanted to brush it off, or say something snide back to Errol, but as he looked around, he could see several pairs of eyes following him...like predators stalking their prey.

He felt sick.

He knew he could take these assholes on right now if needed...but if he went into heat... a real heat, not that preheat he suffered as a teen...

"No," Torn shook his head, "I think you need to focus on your shitty stance instead of what I fucking smell like." With that he threw a jab at Errol's face and was surprised when the other man didn't dodge it in time. Errol cursed and held his nose which has started to bloody, but instead of walking off, he threw a punch that Torn barely managed to dodge. It connected with his jaw, and his anxiety became consumes by rage.

They began brawling at this point, Errol having tackled Torn to the matt and was swinging wildly. He managed to clock Torn in the cheek before Torn flipped them and pinned Errol's hands down.

He growled right in Errol's face, baring his teeth and Errol glared right back...though there was a harsh blush blooming across his face.

Once again, Torn was hit with feelings he couldn't identify.

Thankfully, the Supervisor blew a whistle to end sparring.

Before this went any further, he pushed himself up from the matt and informed their supervisor that he wasn't feeling well and was hitting the showers. The man just nodded, and waved Torn off. Without a glance backwards to where he left Errol lying on the mat, Torn darted to the showers as fast as his legs could take him without running.

When he made it back to his shared room, clean and still damp from his shower, that's when Torn felt it hit him like a speeding zoomer.

That sudden pooling heat that started in his belly and worked its way across his body like a fire. His body began shuddering involuntarily and he felt the build up of slick starting, threatening to leak out any second.

He started to panic.

"No...no no NO! This is NOT fucking happening right now!"

He knew it was only a matter of time. This was his basic biology after all. But why did it have to happen in the middle of a fucking lion's den?!

He crawled into bed, under the thin blanket covering the mattress.

His scent was filling the room...

...the scent of a ripe omega ready to be held down and bred until his womb is stuffed full of fertile Alpha seed.

He was scared.

Flashes from that horrible night came back and he felt that man's hands all over him again. He squirmed as the phantom touch ran over his body.

They were coming for him...he knew it...

...they smelled his pheromones and followed it like a siren's call.

He didn't know how many there would be.

Would they fight over who gets the right to rape him?

Or would they all go at him...would he get passed around like Hors-d'oeurvres at a party?

The thought terrified him unlike any other.

An hour passed before he knew it...

He heard knocking at the door and curled up into himself as the pain grew. The cramps were starting now, and soon he would have nothing in his brain other than the desire for something he didn't want within 10 feet of him.

The knocking grew in intensity, and he growled as he grit his teeth in pain.

The door flung open and Torn tensed...waiting for a stranger to rip the blanket off him and do Precursors know what to him.

"Fucking-Ack it stinks in here!"

...Errol?

"Hey dumbass! I fucking told you it was starting soon! Fuck this scent... it's already halfway down the hall!" Torn could hear Errol fumbling with something as he paced back and forth across their shared space.

Torn lifted up the blanket a bit so he could see what the other man was doing and saw Errol barricading their door. He was shoving his own blanket up against the bottom of the door, seemingly trying to seal the scent of Heat pheromones inside the small space. After he was satisfied with the seal, he shoved a desk in front of the door then ran to the other side of the room and pushed a large red button.

That button was specifically designed to alert the compound of a Rutt cycle.

The Captain in charge of the barracks would be notified, and the Alphas in rutt would be allowed the time they needed to get the rutt out of their system. This also now worked for Omegas Heat Cycles, but with an added precaution. As soon as an Omega hit the button, their entire wing would be on lockdown and guarded from Alphas until the heat was over.

Erol turned to face him, annoyance clear on his face, "Thanks! This is exactly how I wanted to spend the next 5 fucking days."

Torn frowned at him and barely was able to retort, "I didn't-ugh-I didn't fucking ask for this!" He doubled over as he felt something gush out of him, soaking his underwear in the back.

The feeling made his blood run cold.

It was happening...just like last time.

"Whatever, it doesn't fucking matter now." Errol sighed in irritation, "Luckily we have that minifridge for exactly this scenario." Erol walked over to said fridge and opened it up, peering inside, "Yeah...looks like we have enough to last 10 days."

"We?" Torn couldn't have heard right. Not only did he have to relive this horrible experience, but he had to do it while fucking ERROL was in the room?! "No, you're not staying in here!" Torn growled out as he bared his teeth at his roommate.

Errol blinked then glared back at him, "I don't exactly have a choice! Because of YOU, we're in lockdown! Noone in the Omega wing can leave until your fucking heat is over!"

"I told you, I DIDN'T FUCKING ASK FOR THIS!"

As soon as he screamed that sentence, he let out a cry of pain as his stomach muscles began cramping.

Errol's face took on an expression of concern for a moment and he asked, "Did you...did you bring something with you?"

Torn curled up, pulling his knees to his chest, "Like what?!"

"Something to...help?" Errol blushed lightly and tsked, "Don't make me spell it out for you."

Luckily, Torn understood what Errol was asking. He wanted to know if he brought a toy to help him through his heat. "...No...I...I didn't think I'd need to."

"You didn't think-" Errol gaped at him, shocked by the sheer stupidity he'd heard, "You're a fucking Omega, planning to go through YEARS of nonstop military training, and you didn't bring something to help with your heats?! How stupid are you!?"

"Will you just shut the fuck up and leave me alone?!" Torn roared, trying to sound scary while looking about as hostile as a drenched kitten. It was taking every ounce of his willpower to not fall apart. He hadn't gone through a heat yet...a real heat. The pre-heat he suffered at 17 was minor and only lasted two days.

This was the real deal.

When he didn't get his "first" heat within three months after turning 18, and when it failed to show up during his first month of training, he assumed that maybe he was one of the rare lucky few who couldn't go into heat at all. It was wishful thinking but Torn had genuinely though he'd hit the lottery with that thought.

He was so wrong...and now he was so scared.

Errol tsked again and huffed, "Fine, I'll just stay on my side of the room and watch you self-destruct due to your own idiocy and lack of planning. Maybe I'll pop some popcorn." He turned and walked to his bed across the room, plopping down on it and folding his arms.

...

They sat like that for nearly an hour before Torn's heat was in full swing.

And fuck it was so much worse than he thought it would be. He was soaking wet all down his thighs and his body felt feverish. Not to mention the horrid cramps in his arms, legs, and stomach.

He couldn't do more than pant heavily and try to suppress whimpers of pain.

He felt like he was dying...

...like his body was ripping itself apart...

...and he knew what would stop the pain, but he felt he would rather die than let some Alpha touch him.

He glanced over at Errol again. The Ginger omega had taken out his datapad and was fiddling with it. As much as Torn hated to admit it, Errol seemed like he had more experience with this sort of thing...maybe he knew a way to stop it early without involving an Alpha's knot. Hell, if he just knew a trick to make it hurt less, Torn was all ears at this point.

"Errol..." He started, scanning the other omega for a reaction. When he was ignored, he let out a small whine piqued the other's interest. That was the first vulnerable sound he'd made, and as much as it made him want to retch, it had done the trick. "Errol, I need help." The words tasted bitter in his mouth, but he was desperate.

Errol raised a brow, "I'm not letting you borrow my dildo, if that's what you're getting at."

"No, I just-" He winced as another wave of pain washed over him, "How do you make it stop?" he grit his teeth and whispered barely loud enough for the other to hear, "It...it hurts so much...I can't take it anymore!"

Errol was silent for a minute before he sighed and moved to get off his bed, "I'll contact the Captain. Maybe he'll bend the rules a bit and one of the Alphas can-"

"NO!" Torn screeched, not caring if he sounded like a frightened little girl, "NO ALPHAS!"

That stopped Errol in his tracks and made the other quizzically stare at him. Errol slowly moved over to Torn's bed and calmly tried to explain, "Listen, you want the pain to stop right? An Alpha's knot is the best thing to stop it."

"I don't care!" Torn snarled, "I don't want an Alpha fucking me! Anything else is fine! Just NO ALPHAS!"

"For fucks sake! What's the big deal?!" Errol growled back, "You're acting like you've never had a heat before-" He stopped...eyes widening as Torn suddenly took on a look of embarrassment. "No..." Errol folded his arms with a look of disbelief, "Is this your first heat?"

Torn shook his head, "Not really...I...I went into a pre-heat at 17. It...didn't end well." He closed his eyes, shuddering from both the memory and the throbbing in his loins, "I don't wanna talk about it. But I refuse to use an Alpha. So tell me another alternative!"

Errol sighed as he brought a hand over his face, "I can't fucking believe this." But as he looked at Torn, a thought popped up in his head. They were both vulnerable when they got to this state. Bonding with an Alpha would end their careers at this point...this could be beneficial for the both of them...

...and Torn wasn't bad to look at...

...not one bit.

"Well," He started, probing for the right words, "If Alpha's are off limits, does that mean you'd accept...someone else?"

Torn's eyes focused on him briefly, "Who?"

"Me." Errol said it so confidently that Torn thought he was joking at first.

"You?" Torn deadpanned, "And how exactly is that going to work?" Torn glared at him, still thinking this was just a dumb and cruel joke.

Errol rolled his eyes, "Are you serious right now? What, are you a virgin too?"

Torn looked away.

Errol's mouth dropped, "Oh fucking hell..." He cursed again and wiped a hand over his face in disbelief.

After a minute of silence Errol sighed, "Well, the offer still stands. I can help you get through this heat less painfully...and I'll do you the favor of popping your cherry."

Torn was silent.

When he thought of an Alpha touching him he felt sick...when he thought of Errol touching him he felt sick...but significantly less sick when he remembered that Errol is an Omega.

Errol didn't wait for his answer as he walked over to Torn's bed and grabbed the blanket, yanking it off and exposing Torn to the cool air. Torn let out a growl, but didn't move a muscle.

"Oh fuck, you're soaked!" Errol reached out and placed a hand on Torn's thigh, shiny with slick.

As soon as he felt Errol's warm hand on the back of his thigh, Torn snapped. He let out a roar and lunged at Errol, pushing him roughly against the wall, pinning his hands above his head. He pressed his body up against the other Omega, pinning him so he couldn't do anything more than wiggle pitifully.

They locked eyes and Torn snarled in Errol's face, "Don't you DARE touch me!" Errol's look of shock turned to anger and he gave a nasty growl back.

They stayed like this for a moment...unmoving.

And then Torn caught another scent...one different from his own. He took in Errol's appearance and noticed the flush blooming on his face. Then he felt something against his groin...

...something hard.

Torn felt like he should be disgusted...and true he was...but there was something stronger than disgust building inside him. Without thinking, he pushed his face in the crook of Errol's neck, taking in his scent.

Errol was aroused.

It suddenly didn't matter that this was Errol...it didn't matter that Errol is an Omega. In Torn's heat-addled brain, the only thought that crossed his mind became louder than a bullhorn.

Breed.

He growled loudly before he released Errol's hands, yanked his shirt to the side and bit down on his shoulder...hard. Errol yelped and grabbed at Torn's back, digging his nails in as he pushed his hips forward, unintentionally grinding their aching erections against each other. Torn pulled back and grabbed Errol's jaw harshly before crashing their mouths together in a violent kiss.

Thankfully, Errol seemed to get with the program and started immediately trying to fight for dominance. He forced his tongue into Torn's mouth and twisted it around Torn's. But Torn wasn't having any of that, so he bit down on Errol's tongue, making the ginger Omega pull away and hiss, "You fucker!" Torn silenced him with another kiss, this time shoving his tongue inside and trying desperately to gain control back.

Their teeth clacked together painfully as they connected, but both of them were past caring. The kiss held no love, no affection, and no mercy. Both men battled to gain control over the other, and since Torn had let go of Errol's hands, he was free to fist his orange hair and yank his head to the side, slotting their mouths together to deepen the kiss.

Errol allowed this and seized the opportunity to re-positioned his hands on Torn's hips. He slid one hand over Torn's rear and slowly slid inside his soaked underwear. He rubbed the pads of his fingers over Torn's sopping hole before he plunged two fingers inside roughly.

Torn ripped his mouth away to angrily yelp as he grabbed Errol by the shirt, turned them around, and tossed him on his bed. He didn't let Errol recover and straddled his hips. He wrapped a hand around Errol's throat threateningly and glared at him, "I said don't FUCKING touch me!"

"What the FUCK?! I'm just stretching you out dumbass! Do you WANT it to hurt?!"

"I don't fucking NEED IT! Keep your fucking hands where I can see them or I'll RIP THEM OFF!""

Errol blinked back at him before scowling, "Noted. I won't try to be nice and prep you ever again." He turned his head and growled, "Are you gonna do something or should I go get my dildo?"

"Just shut the fuck up and stay there." Torn kept one hand on Errol's neck, keeping him pinned to the bed. They both knew that if Errol really wanted to get out of this he could, so Torn felt no guilt about holding him where he wanted him.

If this was going to happen, it would happen on Torn's terms.

With his free hand, Torn grabbed the hem of Errol's workout sweats and yanked them down, exposing the tent in his boxers. He paused, his confidence suddenly going out the window as he stared down at Errol's clothed cock.

Was he really going to do this? It wasn't an Alpha dick, but it was still a fucking dick.

His answer came when another wave of horrible cramps washed over him, making him nearly double over in pain. Without a second thought he pulled down Errol's underwear, freeing his leaking erection. He wasn't huge, thankfully, but he also wasn't small. Torn decided not to think about it as he pulled his own underwear down, his hard cock bouncing slightly as it was freed.

He didn't miss Errol's hungry expression as he stared at his bare body, "Wow...I thought you were pretty large for an Omega, but up close it's almost like you're an Alpha." He reached out and grabbed Torn's aching member before he could be stopped and roughly started stroking him. Torn let out a deep moan and spread his legs involuntarily as Errol quickened his pace. Throwing his inhibitions to the wind, he released Errol's neck and returned the favor, grabbing the other Omega's cock and rubbing it in time with Errol's strokes.

Torn was lost in this feeling. He'd touched himself before in his youth, but he'd never been with another person like this. The feeling of someone else's hand on him was intoxicating. He didn't even notice when Errol once again reached around and slid a finger in his wet hole.

Before he could protest, Errol pressed down hard against his prostate, causing his entire body to shiver. He growled lowly as a warning, but Errol rolled his eyes and grunted, "Oh, just bear with it, you big fucking baby. I promise, you'll like it." He began rubbing the hard bump inside Torn, causing the taller, stronger Omega above him to moan as he subconsciously began rocking back against his fingers. Errol smirked and sat up, letting go of Torn's cock to wrap his free arm around Torn's waist. He added a third finger and began plunging them deep inside Torn's hot, dripping channel.

"There we go, see? I told you so." Errol leaned forward and nipped at Torn's chest through his shirt. His nipples were hard and his skin was boiling and feverish. He took one of Torn's nippled in his mouth, sucking it through the fabric and causing Torn to squirm in both pleasure and discomfort.

Errol hissed when Torn grabbed his hair again and yanked his head to the side, pulling his mouth off his chest and exposing his neck. Errol expected another bite at first, but was pleasantly surprised when Torn began roughly grooming him, sucking on his skin and raking his teeth across him, threatening to bite down. When Torn did bite, it was first on his shoulder, hard enough to break the skin. He didn't stop there though, as soon as he unlatched his teeth, he lapped over the wound licking away pinpricks of blood before he bit down on another spot.

The whole time, Torn let out feral sounding growls as he thrust his ass back against Errol's fingers, trying to force them deeper inside. Errol laughed and teased, "Look at how sweet you've become from just a little fingering." He punctuated his statement by twisting his fingers, rubbing the slick soaked walls of Torn's insides, "If you feel this good already, imagine how much better you'll feel with my cock plowing you." Errol ripped his fingers out and suddenly used all his strength, as well as the element of surprise, to force Torn down on his back. Errol laid between his legs and started viciously kissing him again.

Torn growled into this kiss and once again tried to gain control of it, but Errol allowed him to do so...he had a different goal.

As Torn drowned in the feral, messy kiss, Errol lined up his heavily leaking cock with Torn's open hole. With one harsh thrust, he buried his entire 7 inches of hot hard dick deep inside Torn's ass.

Torn broke the kiss to gasp, eyes wide from the sudden and slightly painful penetration...but there was another stronger feeling that caused Torn to lose his entire sense of self.

The feeling of being filled.

Errol started shallowly thrusting in and out of him, providing just enough pleasure to tease, but not enough to satisfy. And Torn was having none of that.

He wrapped his legs around Errol's hips and pressed sharply down against his tailbone, forcing him to drill him harder...deeper...and barely allowing him any time to pull out. Errol laughed above him and purred, "Eager-ngh-aren't you? Look at you, trying to suck me deeper into your pussy like a thirsty who-" His taunt was cut off when Torn wrapped his hands around his throat again, this time a lot harder.

Torn flipped their positions and forced Errol on his back, hands still around his neck as he pressed his head against the mattress. Errol looked up into Torn's eyes and froze in both fear and arousal.

His pupils were blown wide with lust and the blue had faded to an almost silver color.

He was predatory...unfocused...and dangerous. One wrong move, and Errol felt like those strong hands would snap his neck like a twig.

Torn sneered down at him as he leaned down, pressing his weight against Errol as he growled in his face, "I told you...shut the FUCK up!" He then released one of his hands to briefly reach behind himself and guided Errol's still rigid cock back into his entrance. Once inside, he slowly sat down, sheathing the other Omega's cock deep inside him before he wrapped the hand back around Errol's throat.

Torn gave a groan as he shifted his weight, grinding the hard dick against his insides before raising his hips and beginning his ride.

He started a punishing pace, wrenching up his hips and slamming them back down in Errol's lap. The sound of slick-soaked flesh connecting filled the room along with Torn's small grunts of both pleasure and frustration. He grinded, rolled, and squeezed down on the wonderful cock inside him, reveling in the feeling of something stretching him open and pressing against all his right spots.

But something was obviously missing.

No matter how hard he slammed his hips down, or how painfully he stabbed Errol's dick inside his passage, it wasn't enough. Errol grabbed his wrists, digging his nails in. Torn glanced down at the other's face, seeing that it was pale from lack of breathing. Torn didn't even realize how hard he was squeezing. He was about to ease up when he felt Errol buck his hips upward, slamming into him roughly.

The look on Errol's face changed from one of pain, to one of deep arousal. The Orange haired Omega grinned as he began meeting Torn's thrusts, throwing up his hips every time Torn lowered his.

Torn sneered in disgust. This guy was a freak...but hey, he was getting an amazing dicking at the moment, so he decided to tell his common sense to fuck off.

Torn decided to busy his mouth by bending over and yanking up Errol's shirt. He lapped a tongue over a pert nipple before his bit down on the skin around it, hard enough to bleed. Errol groaned in response and grasped onto Torn's hip, squeezing down hard on the flesh and using his newly braced position to pound into the other man faster.

This was it...this feeling was unlike any other Torn had experienced. The fullness...the pressure...it was delicious...

...but it ended too soon.

Errol gave a loud shout as he arched his body up once more. Torn gasped as he felt something warm spurting inside him, mixing with his slick and coating his walls. Then Errol's cock softened and slid out of Torn's still quivering body.

"Wh-what...no...no NO! The fuck is wrong with you!? It's not enough!" Torn grabbed Errol's hair and yanked him up to a sitting position, "Asshole! Why didn't you warn me that you were close?!"

Errol glared at him through the fog of his climax and droned, "I'm not used to fucking, dipshit! Just give me like 5 minutes to recover and I'll-"

"5 minutes is too fucking long!" Torn felt the cramps starting to crawl their way back in. He was still hard, his insides were screaming to be stroked and scraped, and his only source of relief was FLACCID!

Then he thought of something.

He moved off the bed and yanked down Errol's pants and underwear, pulling them off and tossing them elsewhere. He then did the same to his soiled underwear. Errol raised his head in confusion, "Th- fuck are you-" He didn't get to finish as Torn grabbed his legs and yanked them apart, he reached behind himself and gathered up the slick and cum that had started to drip out of him, using it to lube up his cock.

"I'm gonna use your hole for a bit until you get your act together. Don't fucking move or I'll kick your ass." With that, Torn lined up his aching cock and shoved it inside Errol's barely prepped, yet slick hole, filling him up completely.

Errol gave a yelp and grabbed at Torn's shoulders out of shock, "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He gave another scream as Torn began pistoning his hips, railing the other Omega roughly. Errol's cries turned to moans very quickly and he wrapped his legs around Torn's waist, trying to pull him deeper inside, though Torn was big enough to nearly reach all the way up to Errol's cervix.

As he pounded Errol roughly and deeply, Torn felt the cramps alleviate a bit. The immense pressure around his dick was amazing, and Errol's body squeezed him so nicely.

...but it was agonizingly frustrating.

His hole clenched weakly around nothing, and his body begged to be fucked, filled up, and bred by something that was bigger and much more satisfying than anything he could get from Errol.

Torn growled in frustration as he made up for the unsatisfying emptiness by pounding Errol into the fucking mattress. Errol's body was still loose from his orgasm, so he could do nothing more than lie back and take it. After what seemed like an hour of brutal primal fucking, Torn drove his cock inside one last time and grit his teeth as he came deep inside Errol, filling his womb with his infertile seed.

Torn found that even after cumming, he was still achingly hard and needy. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed cock NOW!

Thankfully, that harsh pounding was all it took for Errol to get his erection back up, which Torn immediately took advantage of and pulled out. Errol whined in protest but Torn spit back, "This isn't about you remember." He turned and braced himself against the wall, reaching behind to spread himself for the other male, their combined fluids dripping down the inside of his legs.

He turned and gazed at Errol, primal lust in his eyes, "I'll return the favor on your next heat...just please...get over here and fuck my brains out."

Errol didn't need to be told twice as he stumbled off the bed and took his place behind Torn. He placed his hands on the other's rump, spreading Torn open so his aching hole was exposed before pulling him back a bit so he was leaning over a bit. Torn braced his hands against the wall in front of him, spreading his legs wider to give Errol more room...eagerly waiting for the railing he had just given the other to be returned.

Errol teasingly rubbed the head of his cock against Torn's puffy entrance before pressing inside once more, the penetration made a lot easier this time due to his previous load still lingering inside the hot tight channel. Torn didn't even hold back his moan as he eagerly pushed back against the other, setting the pace to be as fast and brutal as the previous one.

Errol grunted behind him as he swung his hips forward violently, focusing on the feeling of tight wet heat around his cock...and the phantom fullness in his ass, succeeded by the slow trickle of Torn's seed and his own slick leaking out of him.

Oh he would make sure Torn repaid him for this on his next heat.

He swore he would.

7 years passed after that pact was made between him and Errol.

Torn had reluctantly kept his promise to Errol, and on the other Omega's next heat, Torn became a living breathing dildo to help fuck Errol through his 5 days of misery. He'd fucked Errol against nearly every surface in their shared room during the days of quarantine they'd had. And three months later, when Torn had his next cycle, Errol happily returned the favor by laying back and allowing Torn to use him like a sex toy.

Sex with Errol wasn't bad...in fact, it was great.

But Torn had started to notice a side of himself that he did not like being unlocked. With Errol, he was rough...violent...and sometimes cruel.

He'd tried being gentle once, but Errol was such a snarky little shit that he just pushed Torn's crazy button over and over.

It was not healthy really...but it was what they were.

Slowly, he's started to get used to their arrangement, and by the time they'd completed basic training, they resolved to make a pact to always help each other through their heats so they could avoid being tied to an Alpha and ending their futures.

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

They weren't necessarily friends, but Torn always felt safe with Errol, despite the borderline abusive, yet completely consensual, fucking.

At year 5 of their strange relationship, Torn even opened up to Errol about what had happened to him during his unexpected pre-heat. He was scared that the other man would start treating him differently, but Errol remained the same as he'd always been, and that was comforting to him.

There were times during the breaks in between wild sex that Torn may have felt something else for Errol. As he watched the other man take a short nap beside him after fucking or getting fucked within an inch of his life, Torn considered the future for them. Same sex and type relationships were still frowned upon, so they wouldn't be able to marry. Maybe they could bond, but there was no real research on it.

But then again...there was a repulsion he felt when he thought of him and Errol as anything more than what they were. They had a good thing going, and in his heart, he didn't know what he actually felt for Errol as a person. They didn't really have anything beyond fantastic sex.

Those confusing and contradicting thoughts turned over and over in his mind as he considered what would happen if he told Errol that maybe...they could be more?

Every time those thoughts came up in the dead of night, he would shoot them down.

They didn't need to bond.

They didn't need to date.

They didn't even need to like each other, let alone fall in love.

They were content...

At least...that's what Torn thought.

Something changed that day when Torn became commander of the guard.

He and Errol rose up through the ranks quickly, but Errol was still stuck at Major ever since Torn became a Captain, ranking above him in their shared squad. They still fought like Crocadogs and Hawkats about every single matter, but they had always remained civil on the off hours.

So when Errol entered his new office that day, Torn expected a congratulations, or a snarky remark about how he'll be fired within the week.

He did not expect what actually happened.

As Torn stood behind his desk, a pile of paperwork in front of him, He felt a mixture of both anxiety and excitement.

He'd done it!

The first Omegan Commander in the history of Haven!

The former Commander, also his former CO, was currently getting a lot of shit from the council about the decision, but they both knew it would all be worth it in the end.

Torn would make sure he wouldn't regret betting it all on him.

He went to start on the pile of papers when he was suddenly interrupted.

The doors to his office burst open and Errol stumbled in. He turned towards Torn, face red with rage as he marched right up to him and screamed, "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Torn jumped slightly and was about to ask why Errol was acting so insanely, when the shorter male grabbed his shirt from the front and pushed him up against the wall, growling right in his face, "You think you can treat me like this?!"

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Torn grabbed Errol's wrists and shoved him away, forcing the other man to slam his back against the desk. But Errol didn't seem to care as he roared, "You KNOW how much I needed this promotion! It takes FOREVER for a Captain position to open...AND YOU CHOSE HER OVER ME!"

Torn had to think for a moment before he realized what Errol was referring to. He sighed, "It wasn't my decision, Errol. I did want to promote you, but the Captains all agreed that Tess was the right choice-"

"BULLSHIT!" Errol slammed his fist down on Torn's desk as his body trembled with anger. "You deliberately swayed the vote to give HER the advantage! I've been talking to the other Captains all month! They ALL were going to vote for ME! YOU convinced them not to!"

Torn clenched his jaw, his mouth and throat suddenly feeling dry, "You have no right to accuse me of anything. I didn't do shit!"

"STOP LYING!" Errol's eyes were wild with fury as he glared daggers at Torn, looking like he was trying to kill him with his gaze, "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!"

As Errol seethed, Torn couldn't do anything but stand there awkwardly...staring...and knowing that Errol was absolutely right, "Fine." He sighed, steeling his resolve, "Yes, I did recommend Tess for the position, and I did convince the Captains to consider her over you. But I had a damn good reason for it and as your Commander, you will respect my decision."

When Torn confessed, the room went silent. Errol stared at him, his face going from enraged to shocked...to hurt in moments...like he was expecting Torn to continue denying...like he hoped it wasn't actually true.

After a while, Errol finally replied...in a voice that was painfully small and broken, "Why...why did you do it? You knew how much I wanted this..."

Torn's heart clenched painfully. He turned away from Errol as he responded, "You're talented Errol...you're brave, smart, and you have amazing skills in combat." He summoned all his courage to say the reason, "But you're not a leader. As long as I've known you, your tactics always compromised both your own safety and the safety of others. Lives mean nothing as long as the mission gets done in the most efficient and beneficial manner. I can't have someone who thinks that way leading a squad."

The truth was out...and it weighed like a boulder on both of them.

Errol remained quiet for a moment. Taking in the information.

At first, Torn thought that he'd gotten through to him, and they could put this business behind them. But when Errol looked back up at him, his heart fell.

In his eyes, Torn saw nothing but blinding hatred.

Errol straightened, standing tall as he addressed Torn in a seething voice, "I see. Well then, I hope you'll understand how displeased I am when I say this..." He walked up to Torn, glaring up at him...

"Go fuck yourself, Commander."

Errol backed up, keeping eye contact with Torn as a smirk started to appear on his face.

Torn was confused, "I'm sorry...what?"

"I'm telling you to go fuck yourself...because I sure as hell won't be doing it any longer!" Erol sneered at him, lip curling in a snarl.

It hit him then...what Errol was actually saying.

Anxiety bloomed in him like a garden of weeds as the threat sank in. The threat of taking away the one thing he needed most. The one thing that Errol ALONE could provide him with...because Errol was the one he trusted the most.

Or rather...used to trust.

Torn gaped at him, "You can't be fucking serious right now! We have a deal! Are you really THIS petty?! You would go back on our pact because I won't give you what you want?! Are you a fucking child?!"

"No." Errol shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm not. I'm deathly serious. I worked too long and too hard for you to take away what is rightfully mine! You KNOW I'm the better choice. SO until you realize that, you're not getting a smidge of my body."

"Errol you can't do this to me!" Torn tried to control the rising panic. He'd gotten so used to this arrangement. He didn't know how to handle his own heats alone. Errol knew what he was doing by refusing to honor the pact.

Torn felt his heart splintering from the betrayal.

"Oh, can't I?" Errol tilted his head, "So, you get to fuck me over, but I can't do the same?" He turned and began walking to the door. Before leaving he paused and turned back to Torn, "You have a heat coming up right? I can smell it on you. You're about 3 days away. You have until then to make your choice. Make me a Captain, and I'll plow your lovely little cunt until you can't see straight..."

He paused again before he cruelly hissed, "Or stand your ground and suffer the consequences."

His eyes darkened as his spat out his final threat, "...maybe this time you'll get yourself raped for real." With everything finalized, Errol exited the room, leaving Torn behind to ponder his fate.

Torn felt that no amount of green eco could cure what was left over of his heart.

Present day: Spargus City

It was becoming commonplace for Torn's painting time to be interrupted. He rolled his eyes, but decided against trying to cover up the nearly finished portrait, "Whoever it is, just tell me what you want and leave me the fuck alone." He paused mid brush stroke when the door swung open.

"Guess the desert's done nothin for you're mood, ey Stripes?"

Torn turned and spared Jinx an annoyed glance, "What do you want Jinx?"

Jinx sat down in a simple wooden chair and puffed on his cigar, "Just checkin in. Tear has a list of questions he wanted to ask ya, so I thought we'd get it all done and over with now."

"Oh really? That's it then?" Torn wasn't convinced.

"Heh, maybe I also wanna know how you're doing with the pipsqueak."

Torn froze, pulling his paintbrush away from the canvas. He gave an irritated sigh, "Honestly...I don't know. I swore I wouldn't get mixed up with anyone after...you know who." He cringed as his memories of Errol began resurfacing again...threatening to poison his mind.

The first person he ever allowed in his body...and his heart, though Errol would never know that now.

The first person who betrayed his trust...who hurt him so deeply that it forced him so tightly back into his shell that he felt he could never come out again.

But the memories faded away when he thought of a cheeky, tan blonde with a gorgeous, mischievous smile and the heart of a hero.

"But...he's making it hard to stick to my guns."

Jinx sat up, observing Torn for a bit before replying, "Torn...I don't think you should shut him out. Even if you don't fall in love with him...he'd make an invaluable friend. He's one of a kind."

Torn allowed himself a soft knowing smile, "Yeah...that he is."