1 week later.
In the Beta District, Kenny finds himself unable to stay still after being taken to a hospital and properly cared for and stitched up. He had been told that his operation would take 4 weeks at least to recover properly from. But 3 days after it, he had chosen to slip out of the place undetected and go back to one of his team's bases. Needless to say, his teammates and friends, let him have an earful of it on how he shouldn't be moving. But he doesn't listen to their words of concern, he can't. His mind was elsewhere from his body, where strings of constant fear and dread played in his chest. And to him, it was the only thing that was important.
"We need to rescue him," Kenny says.
"Who?" Stan asks.
"Craig," Kenny replies and Stan looks at Kyle knowingly.
"Kenny—"
"We have to Kyle," Kenny interrupts, "we can't just leave him there to suffer for who knows how long."
"Kenny, we know that, but, how the hell would we even break into that place? Let alone the Alpha District? It's like a goddamn fortress," Stan tries to reason.
"I know that, but even still…" Kenny murmurs and grabs at his chest, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in it, "we have to try."
Stan and Kyle look at each other and let out a collective sigh. There's a long pause from the two before Kyle speaks up.
"It won't be easy, you know? Going in to get him. But..." he looks up at him, "we'll do what we can to help you."
"Thanks," Kenny replies with a small smile.
"Really man, this won't be an easy task to do," Stan says, "but we're with you."
"Thank you guys," Kenny repeats again with a nod.
"Actually," Kyle starts, "we got some news today from Wendy."
"Which is?" Kenny asks, his full attention on him now.
"It seems that Damien was spotted about 3 weeks ago entering Thorn Tower with a shorter black-haired male. But the source that she got the info from doesn't know anything more besides that,'' Kyle tells him, "So we can't be sure if it's even Craig or not."
"But still, it's something'" Kenny says.
"Yeah," Kyle says.
"The timestamps also match as well," Kenny mumbles in thought, "I need to get in contact with Wendy, I think I have an idea for how we can enter the Alpha District."
And it's all he needs to know, before he heads off and starts to put his plan in motion.
The next 4 days pass by in a blur as Kenny sets up the plan for getting into the Alpha District. Which consists of asking Wendy for help for information about which trading companies exist in the Alpha Distinct, then taking that information and using it to compile some fake IDs for him and his team. Then gathering clothing to look like they work for that company, hacking into that company's data source to get temporary access for their IDs to work, getting a common vehicle truck that said company uses and attaching a logo to it. After which a few more things are taken care of, the day of action arrives.
"Everyone ready?" Kenny asks his team. Once they give him the go ahead, he gets into the front of the truck next to Stan, while the rest of his team gets into the back part of the truck's trailer and they head out.
Kenny drives the truck to the border and informs his team that they're reaching the border checkpoint. Everyone's nerves shoot up as they near the checkpoint, unsure as to if this was really going to work or not. As they pull up to the high concrete wall of the border Stan speaks up.
"You shouldn't be in the front, it's too much of a risk if they figure out who we are," he says, but Kenny doesn't respond and keeps his eyes fixated on the checkpoint. And all Stan can do is sigh.
Tension rises as Kenny pulls the truck up to the checkpoint and is asked to hand over his and Stan's IDs and the documentation showing that they work for the company. The IDs and documentations of course have fake names on them, but he hands them over and acts calm. The man asks him a few questions, which he answers as best he can. At first he's unsure of if the border patrol is going to believe him, when the man walks off with the IDs and stuff to check something, but when he returns sometime later, he hands everything back and tells him he's free to go.
There's an almost collective sigh from everyone once they cross over into the Alpha District finally.
"I thought I was going to have a fucking heart attack," Stan says, relaxing into his seat more.
"You worry too much," Kenny tells him with a faint smile.
"I seriously don't understand how the hell you were so calm during that whole thing," Stan says, almost amazed, "what would you have done if they had decided to check out the back, where everyone is?"
"Well, they didn't, now did they?" Kenny says back, to which Stan can only shake his head at.
"How long will it take for us to reach Damien's city?"
"Going by the information we got from Wendy, we should be there by tomorrow morning I think," Kenny replies.
"She's going to meet us there right?"
"Yeah, on the outskirts of the city."
"Alright, let's hope that everything goes smoothly then when we get there."
"Yeah…"
Kenny tells himself that he should be glad to finally be on his way to Craig but something deep down pulls at his core, something that worries him greatly. And he hopes that he's able to make it to him in time.
…
As evening falls over the city that Craig's in, he finds himself holed up in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He had managed to block the door leading into it with various pieces of furniture he had been able to move into the bathroom and push it against the door in an attempt to prevent it from opening, since it had no lock on it. His reasoning as for why he was doing this? Well, it was that time again. A time which he had been dreading about getting since the day he first arrived at this place.
His heat.
He had noticed the first signs of it starting to act up in the morning that day, and as the day progressed his symptoms only seemed to grow. He was certain that Damien could tell too, when he had come to see him that morning and a faint dubious grin crossed his face. It made him shudder with fear, as he knew that this was what Damien had been patiently waiting for this whole time. He knew deep down, that if he was going to try something, it was going to be when his heat started, because it was the perfect chance for Damien to try and—
Craig stiffens as he hears the door in the other room open. There's a few seconds of pause, before footsteps make their way through the bedroom and closer to the bathroom door. Then there's a knock on the door, which causes Craig to tighten his hold around his knees.
"Craig," he hears Damien's voice call from the other side of the door, "I know you're in there Craig, open the door for me won't you? It will make things easier."
But Craig doesn't respond and only presses his back harder against the wall, hoping by some miracle that if he did it enough he could merge into it somehow and disappear from this situation.
"I guess we'll have to do things the hard way then," Damien says, as if sighing.
In the next second there's a loud slam against the door and it startles Craig, causing involuntary slick to seep out of him. Then there's another and another as Damien tries to force the door to open, putting so much force against the door it causes the blockade of furniture and stuff to screech across the bathroom tiles. Craig's grip tightens so much, he was sure he'd cause himself to bleed if he weren't wearing clothing. His body tenses more when the door starts to open. And terror fills him when he sees Damien's face appear in the now opened doorway.
"Craig," he says, " I knew it," he smiles, his eyes seeming to widen with excitement, "you've started your heat."
And something in his whole demeanor changes as soon as Craig's heat scent hits him. His calmness is suddenly replaced with aggression and the next thing he knows, the door is suddenly forced open with such intensity that it causes all the furniture on the other side of it to be flung back a few feet. The scene terrifies Craig and even more so when he sees the expression on his face.
"Craig," he breathes out, "you can't hide from me, not with that scent," and he walks into the bathroom, "now stop playing and come out of there," he adds as he comes to a stop on the other side of the glass shower. Craig doesn't move though, and only tries even harder to bury himself in the corner of the shower he was in, as if praying by some miracle that he could blend in with the tiles and become invisible. A small frown crosses Damien's face, "I had hoped you would come willingly," he sighs before opening the showers door.
The moment Damien enters into the small space, Craig's only remaining small safe space he has from him, the overwhelming sense of absolute terror fills his every being. And the moment Damien grabs his arm, he tries to yank it free and get away. He goes to get around him, but Damien is quicker and grabs him by the arm again, pulling him up onto his feet for a brief moment, before heaving his seemingly now weightless body over his shoulder and carrying him.
"Let me go!" Craig screams and tries to get out of his hold.
His fear only rises more as he picks up on Damien's own scent growing stronger and as they enter into the bedroom. He continues to struggle and fight to get out of his grasp until Damien eventually drops him down onto his back on the bed. There's a few seconds of pause where Craig just takes in Damien's lustful gaze, before he attempts to turn over and crawl away from him. Damien grabs him by the hips though and stops him in place with his weight.
"Where are you going?" Damien asks, "We have a big night ahead of us."
His grip on Craig's hips tighten more, his fingers slipping under Craig's shirt and trailing their way up his torso. He keeps them going, pushing up Craig's shirt as he does so, until he removes the shirt by force, tearing it off and over Craig's head.
"Such clear skin," Damien murmurs in thought as he traces a finger down along his spine, "so soft," he adds as he lightly gripes at his side.
"Why are you doing this?" Craig asks, turning his head to look back at him.
"Why?" Damien repeats, as he hooks two fingers under Craig's waistband, "Because I want to," he adds, then in one quick motion pulls down the pants.
"But why?" Craig asks again, ignoring the way in which Damien was kneading him, "Why...me?"
"Because," Damien starts, before removing his own shirt, "from the moment I met you, from the way you were, I knew that I wanted you. There was just something, so fiery in those eyes of yours. Something that I wanted, something I desired. Like a pull," he explains before he unzips his pants.
The sight of that causes Craig to panic again and he quickly tries to struggle for freedom again. His instincts knew he was in danger of becoming something he did not want, but his body, in its current state, was not helping him whatsoever.
He only manages to pull himself away a few inches before Damien grabs his hips again and hoists them up, causing his back to arch up. He's forced to settle onto his knees with his lower half being shoved into the bed.
"Why bother to struggle?" Damien asks, "It's not like you would get very far even if you got away. Or did you forget what district you're in right now? Do you not think that as soon as you leave through that door, you won't be attacked by multiple others?" he laughs.
Despite it being true, Craig still wanted to get away, to find somewhere else to hide and wait till his heat was gone, but he knew his chances for escape were very unlikely, still though, he wanted more than anything for this not to happen. For him to somehow find a way out of this place and back to Kenny somehow. The thought makes his chest twinge, he never wanted so badly as to run to someone before or to see their face again.
He flinches as cool brushes against his hole. Then again as Damien inserts a finger inside. His body tense as it's inserted even further into him and starts to swirl around, before moving into thrusts.
"Listen to that sound, you're so wet right now and raring to go," Damien says, then takes the finger out and licks it, "such a sweet taste you have, unlike any omegas I've had before," and then he's shoving his tongue inside, his hot breath brushing against Craig, "It's a shame though, that you're no longer a virgin, but that can't be helped I suppose."
Damien straightens up then and begins to shove the tip of his erected cock into Craig then. The moment it does, Craig's whole body tenses and he claws at the sheets as if his subconscious is still trying to escape this whole ordeal. He feels himself stretch wide around Damien's invading appendage as it sinks further inside, until it's in all the way and the knot locks him in place.
"You can't escape me now," Damien pants, "we're connected until I'm finished with you."
And then it starts, the thrusting, in and out and in and out. Craig tries to ignore it, to ignore whatever sensations and feelings it was causing for his body. He tries to force his mind to go elsewhere, but keeps being brought back, with each involuntary moan or shudder from a thrust hitting him somewhere sensitive. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to visualize that he's somewhere else. But his mind wanders towards something else that he doesn't want to be thinking of right now. Kenny, and the sexual things they did together. He tries to shove those thoughts away, not wanting to taint them with what was happening now, but his mind can't help thinking about it and its comparisons to when he was with him. And tears start to sting at the corner of his eyes, when wishing it was Kenny who he was with right now.
He's drawn right back to reality though when feeling the heated pants of Damien's breath brush against his back as he leans down. Terror overcomes him, as Damien's lips move ever closer to his neck and he instantly covers it with both hands and struggles to get away again. There's an amused laugh of some sort from Damien as he does so, before his wrists are grabbed and forced to move. He struggles with keeping them over his neck with everything he has, digging his nails so hard into his skin as if they could be anchored into it and become an unmoving force. That of course is not the case, as he's overpowered and his hands are pried away from his neck and placed on either side of his head.
The complete and utter fear that courses through him, as Damien's mouth runs along his neck, makes him want to scream. But it instead only comes out as a small whimpered "No…" Damien's tongue runs along the nape of his neck and Craig's heart freezes, "Stop," he pleads, trying to twist and turn his neck away, but to no avail. The pointed ends of teeth start to press down against his flesh, "Stop!" he finally screams, his vision so blurred that he can barely make anything in the room out anymore. "Stop it!" he screams again and continues to over and over as more pressure is applied.
The fear in him grows so much that it consumes him. Afraid of what this would mean, afraid of these consequences, afraid of forever being trapped into something he did not desire to be. And most of all, afraid of what he was about to lose. Who he was about to lose.
The thought of knowing that there is nothing he can do to stop it from happening, only made him grieve more. All he could do was lie here, scream uselessly, curl his hands into balls and take it. Despite his best attempts to hang onto the last bit of importance to him, there was nothing he could do at all.
And then, with the sound of a small punctured pop, it's gone.
The so very fragile bond connecting him to Kenny snaps. Tears begin to stream down his face. He could feel Kenny's presence start to fade from inside his chest, getting further and further away from his reach. The thread that had woven itself so tightly into his chest was now loosening and falling from it. And no matter how much he wished or desired for it to stay, no matter how much he tried to hang onto it and scream for it not to leave, it doesn't work, as a much stronger bond was now taking its place and settling in.
Kenny's bond, the one thing that had kept him holding on to some form of hope and the only thing left of the person he loved so much, was now gone, torn away from his very soul. And all that remained was heartache and a void of pain.