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Locked Out Of Heaven
He smells him before he hears him. The sweet aroma of honey and mint, a breeze sweeping through a field of sunflowers.
Then he hears him. The screaming and crashing, the pained shrieks that followed what sounded like broken bones. Animalistic growls that would make lesser alpha's kneel or run away.
South moves swiftly and agile in a way that wasn't expected from someone so big, steps silent as he follows the familiar scent into an alley that leads to an abandoned property.
He peaks into the building, unflinching to the eerie silence that followed the pained screams and broken bones. The scent was stronger and South's eyes narrowed when he recognised the tell-tale signs of omega in heat.
A shiver goes down his spine but he remains undaunted as he moved deeper into the building. An omega in heat would explain the screams.
They're normally submissive and pliant but it doesn't take a beat for them to go bat-shit feral when they're in heat.
There's three reasons why the turn into mindless beasts with the strong urge to fuck themselves stupid and full of cum, either because their alpha rejected them, they're alone and will suffer their heats by themselves, or some foolish alpha's thought that they could force themselves onto an omega.
There was a reason why omega facilities existed and it wasn't to protect them. It was to keep them contained when they're in heat, a place they could be locked up in to avoid incidents of brutal deaths and mutilated bodies.
Omega's were picky, a primal instinct in them choosing who their partners would be. Said partners have no choice but to oblige unless they want clawed hands holding them down to take it.
South finds it comical that it was more common for an alpha to be raped than an omega because it was nearly impossible for them to get forced on. Heat or not, omega are people of instinct and the instinct to survive is the strongest.
He wonders why there was an omega out here with no restraints and how authorities have not been called yet. Also, South wonders what kind of idiots thought that they could force themselves on an omega in heat.
The scent was stronger, mixing with blood and South inhaled deeply. His alpha rumbles when he finds three bodies with nearly unnoticeable pulse, mangled and lying on the pool of their blood, purring at the thought of a very strong omega doing this.
The omega might be still aware then, not too deep yet into their heat to be able to stop themselves from proceeding to kill these stupid alpha's. South remains undeterred. He's seen worse.
And he doesn't worry about himself. He's not a man slaved to his cock and instincts, not to mention that he was a prime alpha. No omega would have him on his back.
(he's gonna regret thinking of that).
South continues to look for the omega, now wary when he sees no sign of them.
Not even a noise. The scent was thicker and more potent and South might've started drooling right then and there if he was a lesser man.
He enters the hallways and he's hit by the omega's scent full force, pungent and sour because of distress and anger.
South concludes that the omega's nest must be in one of the rooms in the hallway. He was prepared to put the omega down, to fight against them and bring them to an omega facility.
He was prepared for anything that might happen.
He wasn't prepared for the blow that came to his back, however.
South stumbles forward, pain exploding on his back and he doesn't have a moment before his legs are being swept under him. Slender but tiny legs press down on his arms, pinning them and South snarls, chest rumbling as his alpha screeches at him.
Except. Any thoughts of standing back up and absolutely ripping the omega into pieces are thrown out of the window when he's yellow eyes meet hazy blue one's.
Hanagaki Takemichi hovers over him like some god sent to ravage earth, eyes hazy with lust and growing need. His golden hair was illuminated by the moonlight that shone through the glass windows, framing his face that was contorted to a scowl.
His fangs were grown, bared as drool spilled from the corner of his lips. He was glaring down on South and South marvels at how Takemichi managed to look so demonic yet angelic at the same time.
Who would've thought that the omega crybaby everyone wanted for their gang would be this terrifying and ethereal in his feral state. South didn't expect that such a harsh expression would fit so well on Takemichi's pretty face.
South is brought out of his musings by a deep growl, reminding him that he has a feral omega over him. His instincts kicked overdrive and he threw Takemichi off him.
The omega slammed onto the wall, howling. He immediately stood back, crouching and growling at South like a feral dog. He was clearly deep in his heat if he couldn't recognise South, unflinching to the pheromones the alpha was releasing to force him to submit. If anything, it only seemed to make him madder.
"Well aren't you a pretty sight?," South chuckles, his inner alpha rumbling at him to claim the omega.
South wouldn't mind, mating Takemichi and being his alpha. He was a good omega, a bit rough around the edges but it was nothing that a good training would fix.
This circumstance he found himself in was perfect. He's got every reason to mate Takemichi and South wouldn't deny that the picture of the blonde omega full of his pups wasn't tempting.
Still, Takemichi was a feral omega and South was a prime alpha. He wouldn't let the younger blonde get ahead of himself and think that he could pin South down and take control.
No.
South was the one who's gonna take the lead and he'll fuck Takemichi till he was fat and happy with cum.
The omega in front of him doesn't seem to be happy with his idea, based on his glare and growls. South snarls back at Takemichi and thinks, 'He's perfect'.
Takemichi snarls back at him, rising to his challenge and South laughs when Takemichi runs towards him, as fast as a bullet shot from a gun and slashes his face with clawed hands, no hesitation.
He was so different from the Hanagaki that South heard of, the one who was hesitant to use violence and preferred to talk it out, crying like there was no tomorrow.
South supposes that it was to be expected. Takemichi was currently feral and most feral omega's loses themselves to their instincts, nothing but the thought of finding an alpha to mate and use to fuck themselves stupid and full of pups filling their brains.
Takemichi was relentless, fast and flexible. His hits and kicks weren't strong but that wasn't what South really worried about. It was his clawed hands that were so keen in ripping his eyeballs out.
They continue to fight and South doesn't hold back, revering at Takemichi who comes back again and again and again no matter how many times South has punched and kicked him away. He was bleeding profusely, pheromones turning sweeter and sugary scent mixing with the metallic smell of blood. The delicious aroma of slick was strong in the air, permeating with the smell of Takemichi's heat.
South has heard of Takemichi's durability and resilience in fighting. Weak he was, he stood his ground and received attacks that would've brought down the weaker. What made Takemichi the hero he was was his determination and stubbornness, refusing to back down no matter how much commanding any alpha he faced did.
South has a first row seat in seeing not only Takemichi's feral state in his heat but also his undauntedness where he refuses to bow and submit no matter what. South was a prime alpha and Takemichi wasn't the first omega he encountered in their heat and feral state.
But he never really had to work hard or worry about them because he could easily defeat them, either by a single punch or suppressing them down with his pheromones.
Takemichi was different however and South found himself with a broken arm a few beats later. The omega had used the small corridor and South's size to his advantage, sneaking in the alpha's blind spots to wrap himself around his right arm and without hesitation, dislocating it.
South grunted, pain spreading quickly but he ignored that in favor of ripping and throwing Takemichi away from his right arm. The omega lands in a roll, tucking himself in a corner as he watches South's limp arm with interested blue eyes.
"Sick bastard," South grumbles and Takemichi hisses at him, eyes going slitted. He looked like shit with his bloodied injuries yet he somehow still stood up to make his way to South.
His arm throbbed in pain and so did the rest of his body. Tiny phantom of pain that reminded him of cramps, lip busted and bleeding in a few gashes that Takemichi managed to create. It was nothing really, South had dealt worse but Takemichi's pheromones were getting potent and stronger, forcing South to submit.
It was a battle of dominance and South snarls because South was losing. He, a prime alpha, losing to a crybaby omega.
In the end, it wasn't him who made the choice. Takemichi runs forward, a snarl splitting his face as the sight of South's injury spurred him on. He jumps high in the air and South can do nothing but brace himself, raising his good arm to shield his face as Takemichi descends down on him like the raging god he was.
The kick that connects with South's good arm was strong, sending him reeling backwards and in the moment of battle, he wondered how such small limbs could have so much power behind them.
He isn't given a chance to recover as his legs are kicked below him, South sprawling on his back and he looks up with wild eyes as Takemichi looms over him, right leg raised upwards before it goes down on him.
Pain explodes on his left arm, the limb dislocated off his shoulder and he grits his teeth. He could barely keep himself up, propped on his elbows and every move sent pain throughout his body.
Takemichi hovers over him, a satisfied glint in his lust filled eyes. The clothes he wore, basically his uniform, were slowly taken off. His pants were already gone, white shirt unbuttoned to show his flushed milky white skin, a light sheen of sweat over it.
Slick dripped from his hole and down to his thighs, sugary and thick. South watches as the demon that was Takemichi gets on his knees, slowly crawling over him with a purr.
South hisses as his legs were pride open, Takemichi's right knee pressing down on South's own right leg, his arm climbing up to the alpha's shoulder while the other pushed South's left leg away.
Then, South chokes as Takemichi releases a new batch of pheromones, thicker and more potent than before that South thinks it has created a light mist. It clouds his mind and he feels his cock harden in his pants, his rut slowly being triggered.
He curses, hissing as Takemichi's knee presses down on him his own leg, his left leg released as Takemichi favors to get rid of South's clothing. The omega takes his time, popping the buttons of South's gang uniform slowly, revealing his muscled and well-built body underneath.
South could nearly feel the satisfaction that radiated from Takemichi when his uniform pushed back his shoulder, his scent turning even more sweeter.
"Strong alpha," Takemichi sighs and he cups South's face with deceptively small hands. Their eyes meet and South groans as Takemichi's free leg digs into his middle, knee rubbing the bulge on his crotch.
"Strong and amazing alpha. Perfect mate," South can't help but preen, body slowly relaxing as Takemichi thumbs the rim of his eyes, his pheromones enveloping them both.
His rut and inner alpha creeps at the back of his and the more logical part of his mind, the one that wasn't affected by the omega's pheromones, screams at him to stand up and fight, to be the one to pin the omega down and show him the true dominant one between the two of them.
But all thoughts are erased when soft plump lips meet his, small yet hungry and South slowly opens his mouth. Their tongue's meet, dancing with each other.
Takemichi was eager, hands tightening around South's face and he didn't have the choice but to follow the omega's lead, rough and hungry.
Lust fogs South's mind and he surrenders to his basic instincts, his last thoughts leaving him as sharp teeth nip at his lips.
South groans, low and guttural from his throat. He's propped up against the wall, legs spread wide open with his arms useless beside him.
Pleasure shoots up his spine, lewd noises coming from the omega who was currently between his legs, sucking his cock like his life depended on it. Soft pink tongue licks the tip of his shaft, teasing and South's eyes meet Takemichi's, dazed.
The omega laps at his beading tip, red and leaking pre-cum like it was water before swallowing the entire shaft till the tip hit the back of his throat.
Then, South's eyes move down to Takemichi's lips, wide open and easily accommodating South's large girth. He watches as the omega easily swallows him, his length disappearing in those plump lips and wet heat, tongue tracing the veiny under of his cock and the tip hitting the very back of Takemichi's throat.
South thinks that he should be surprised that Takemichi had no gag reflex, should be surprised that the small omega was even able to take him in his mouth, though not fully, with no problem considering that Takemichi was barely able to wrap his hands around South's girth and he probably would have if it weren't for the fact that he was too deep in his lust filled mind.
It felt too good and another animalistic groan is ripped out from his throat when he feels Takemichi's throat constricting, rippling around the tip of his cock. Heat builds up in his abdomen, muscles clenching as Takemichi bobs his head up and dead, followed by his hands that squeezed tight and tugged right.
If South could use his hands, he'd be gripping Takemichi's hair and head now tightly, pushing the omega down deeper to take more of him but alas, he can't and he's left to deal with Takemichi's teasing.
The said omega hums and South curses at the vibration, eyes shutting tight as the heat in his lower stomach explodes, his orgasm washing over him. He groans when Takemichi, the minx, only tries to take him deeper, shoving his cock down his throat till he was nosing South's small pubic hairs.
Sensitivity prickles at South's skin as Takemichi doesn't let him go, determined to milk out everything South has. He slumps down at the wall when the omega pulls off his soft cock with a pop, breathing deeply and he glares with lidded eyes as Takemichi cleans his cock with his mouth, eagerly licking the cum that trailed down his length.
"Bastard," He hisses and all he gets is a happy crooning, a pleased omega clambering up him. Arms wrap around his shoulder, careful to not jostle his injured shoulders.
South has lost count of how many times he has cum for the night, be it because of the menace's mouth or hole. The omega despite losing himself to pleasure, has damned good fucking control over his pheromones and kept South down and submissive.
His rut creeps at the back of his mind, his alpha subdued with Takemichi's dominance. His dislocated shoulders and stinging wounds weren't helping, but those were distant pains as Takemichi drowns South with his sweet and sugary scent.
Hands cup his face and South has no warning before lips are smashed into his.
Takemichi has developed an unhealthy obsession with his lips or more importantly, his sharp teeth. Tongue licks into his mouth, teeth nipping at his teeth before dancing with his own tongue, tracing the lines of his sharp fangs.
South could taste his release in Takemichi's mouth and he could feel Takemichi's hands sliding down his neck, which were littered with bite marks and purple bruises, to his pecks.
The omega mewls in his mouth and South grunts when fingers pull at his nipple, his length starting to twitch back to life. Takemichi pulls away from him, a trail of saliva connecting them.
The omega looked at him with eyes hazy with heat and filled with desire. He looked positively delicious just like his scent. The more aggressive and violent side of South was satisfied at the sight of Takemichi's injuries, purple and blue bruises with blood that was a stark contrast to the milky white skin.
It wasn't like South was any better with his own injuries, two dislocated arms and a few blood gashes. The metallic scent of blood mixed with Takemichi's sugary scent, pheromones heavy in the hair that South could nearly taste it.
Takemichi fixes his position into a more comfortable one and South hisses when a hand grabs his shaft, fingers teasing the beading tip. The omega mewls as he guides South's cock to the rim of his wet hole, rubbing it and creating delicious friction that has South shuddering with both pleasure and sensitivity.
With a sigh, Takemichi starts lowering himself, propping the tip in with a filthy squelch before placing both arms around South's shoulder. The alpha hisses as the omega sinks down on him, warm and wet heat surrounding his length. Cum and slick trails down both his cock and Takemichi's thighs, leaking out as South fills him once again.
Takemichi shifts and South chokes when the omega abruptly shoves himself down in a rippling clench of muscles.
The omega moans, drool dribbling down in his chin. South looks down, grunting softly when he sees the bulge he created in Takemichi's navel.
He groans when Takemichi starts moving, muscles clenching each time he goes back down. His movements gradually become rougher, the omega mewling with each thrust.
South shifts, thrusting back up and Takemichi arches against him, throwing his head back and South knows that he has hit the omega's prostate.
Both their pheromones mix together and South grunts, feeling his orgasm building up. His knot starts to swell, making the omega moan as it catches at the rim.
Going by Takemichi's uneven pace, he was near too.
It doesn't take a few thrust before the two of them are cumming, South's hot release painting Takemichi's insides white not for the first time. The omega's release splatters both their front, Takemichi twitching at the aftershocks before slumping in exhaustion.
South looks down at the omega on his chest, eyes dark. His inner alpha rumbles, rut creeping at him as Takemichi's pheromones start to release its pressure. His knot tied them together and any movement could cause both of them pain.
South fights for any semblance of control.
With a hiss after a few minutes later, South sits properly up before slamming his left shoulder into the wall behind him. His left arm goes back to place with a click and sudden burst of pain. It was nothing however and South does the same to his right arm.
He grabs the drowsy omega off him, laying him on the ground before hovering. He places himself between Takemichi's leg, eyeing the trail of cum that followed his cock when he pulled out.
Exhausted lidded blue eyes peer up at him and he stares back at Takemichi, eyes blown wide and dominating pheromones starting to surround them.
"My turn".
Takemichi screams, eyes snapping open as a particularly harsh thrust nails him at the prostate. His mind is hazy and dark spots dance in his vision, some of his memories blurred but he can never mistake the situation he found himself in.
He moans hoarsely, choking as tears spring out from his eyes. Takemichi bows his head, barely keeping himself up his forearms as sharp pleasure fries his already sensitive nerves.
"Oh, you're lucid," A deep voice rumbles and Takemichi whimpers.
The alpha behind him noses his nape, before licking his scent gland. Takemichi moans, his inner omega crooning at the big strong alpha that towered over him.
The thrusts were merciless, harsh and rough and Takemichi thinks he's going to break. Tears stream down his face and with a choked off cry, he cums.
He trembles with sensitivity as he's shifted on his back, his eyes widening in both fear and shock as one South Terano looms over him.
His memories are hazy but he can never forget the recent events that happened and Takemichi whimpers as South starts moving once again, pushing his cum deeper into the small bulge he created with his release.
His heat was still there and while his omega was pleased, it prickled with irritation. Pleasure clouds Takemichi's mind and he could feel a snarl building up his throat.
He, however, pushes it down as he chooses to clench tightly around the cock in him. As expected, South groans above him, pausing his thrusts.
Takemichi's teary blue eyes meets South's calculating gold ones and he shivers under the alpha's intense gaze. His inner omega claws at him but he shushes it as he shakily props himself up his forearms under the alpha's interested gaze.
His movements jostles the length in him and Takemichi moans softly but he immediately gathers his wits. With a shaky sigh, his pheromones explodes and South chokes. Takemichi goes back down on his back and South cages him, eyes shut tight as the alpha held himself up on his forearms.
Takemichi watches with fascination as someone strong and dominant like South easily folds over him, his pheromones turning heavy and pressuring the alpha to submit.
With a hoarse chuckle, his hands cup South face to guide the alpha's dazed eyes to meet his. The alpha was breathing heavily, chest heaving as he fought for control against Takemichi.
It was a fruitless struggle really.
"I chose you, alpha. Don't dissapoint," Takemichi croons and he releases his pressure.
South may be the alpha but Takemichi was the dominant one here.