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“Come to the workshop ASAP, I need your help. Don’t bring any guards. PS: I found your missing shirts.”
To say he was concerned was an understatement. He was fortunately not in the Restricted Zone when he had received that message. While the skirmishes hadn’t completely gone away in the time since the stellaron was contained, they were not as heavy hitting as they were before. It allowed for him to be within the city more often, which naturally had its downsides being Belobog’s most eligible Alpha.
The amount of omegas who would just throw themselves at him without so much as asking him on a date was…concerning. Gepard was wary of even pursuing any despite his Father’s pressure. It felt like every omega that came to him first only wanted him for his social status. He knew it was foolish to want a mate who he could be himself with, but he would continue to dream.
“Serval? You told me it was urgent?” He gently pushed in the workshop door, blinking as he found the other alpha poised with her guitar ready to attack.
“Oh! Geppie! Thank Qlipoth it’s you. Get in here and lock the door.” She gestured for him to follow her once the door was locked.
“You mentioned finding my clothes? What’s going on…?”
“So you know how a certain con-man has been missing the past couple weeks?”
“The point, Serval.”
With one finger, she beckoned him closer, before pointing to a corner at the back of the Workshop. On the floor was a pile of his missing shirts, even one of his blankets. On top of it was Sampo Koski curled up into a ball, fast asleep. The man’s usual jacket, and shirt were discarded outside his makeshift nest, instead he was wearing one of Gepard’s sweaters with the neckline of it pulled up over the other's nose.
Cautiously, he took a step forward before looking back to his sister. “Is he…?”
“Yep, in heat. Not a natural one either. Before it got to this point he told me that he had been fed something. It’s why I have been hiding him here. Perks of being me I guess. The creepy alphas come knocking and omegas just - hide here.”
Omega. He didn't even know Koski was an omega. “Did he say who did it?”
“Just that it was one of the guards, said the moment it sunk in what happened he ran.” Her expression softened. “He…went to your place first, as you can see. Then he panicked. Probably thought you wouldn’t believe him. I found him like this when I came in this morning.”
To think there was one - or multiple - among his men who would do this? Who would force a heat on an omega? He didn’t want to consider what they had planned once the drug took effect. Gepard knelt next to the nest, reaching out to brush back the others hair, smiling softly as Sampo turned to nuzzle his hand.
Emerald eyes blinked as he awoke. Once. Twice. They shot wide open upon seeing who was there. “Geppie~. Eh-heh.” It was hard to deny what he had done, at least when it came to stealing the Captain’s clothes considering he was currently laying on them. “Whatever it was, I promise I didn’t do it. Sampo has been here all day, ain’t that right Serval? I mean yes I took a few of your shirts…”
The omegas face was red with embarrassment, hands raised to placate the alpha, expecting the worst. “Koski, breathe. Serval has already filled me in. When you’re feeling ready, we can find out who did this.” Was the other man always this cute? Gepard’s own cheeks felt hot as Sampo leaned into the touch, sighing with relief.
“Didn’t know where else to go…”
“Sampo, even if you did screw me over I’m not going to just leave you to those animals. I don’t think Geppie would either.”
Gepard gave an affirmative nod at that, “even if I had suspicions about it being true, I wouldn’t leave you to get hurt. Not when you’re like this. We should relocate you though, Serval can’t keep her shop closed the entire time you’re in heat.” Biting the corner of his lip in thought, he looked over his shoulder. “If I pick him up, can you take the rest of the nest to my apartment? I know it’s not good to tamper with a nest but - we can’t just leave him here.”
“As much as I hate it, you’re right. I’ll get everything to your place and see about getting you a care package. You just focus on getting him comfy. Oh, before you do -” She moved to her counter, grabbing a mask that lay there before adding it to the pile of the omega’s clothes. “I don’t know what this means but he had it with him when he came in. Told me to keep it safe.”
Frowning, he retracted his hand, ignoring how his heart ached at the sound of loss from the omega. He collected the shirt, jacket, and mask, before picking up Sampo bridal. “I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. Be careful.”
“Always, Geppie.”
He adjusted his hold on the omega, only long enough to unlock the door. Once open, he found a handful of alphas had gathered outside the shop, trying to peer inside. Three of which were guards. “Gentlemen, don’t you have places to be?” His tone icy. Sampo seemed to squirm at that sudden change in mood, turning toward the alphas chest, one hand clinging to him like he was afraid the alpha was going to disappear.
“C-Captain, we were -”
“Koski’s in there we were after him -”
“I’m aware. As you can see however, I will be taking care of Koski. So each of you will be returning to your business.” His upper lip curled in a snarl, wondering briefly if they were just following the scent of an in heat omega, or if it was something more sinister. “If I find that any of you have been harassing my sister, it will be latrine duty for a month. Understood?”
The guards looked between one another, then to their Captain, saluting. “Y-yes Captain.” They scrambled to run away, the citizens who had been sniffing around already gone at his warning growl.
It gave him time to relax at least, tension easing from his shoulders as he shifted his hold feeling Sampo’s own anxiety ease away. “You didn’t have to…” His voice was muffled, but clear enough for Gepard to understand.
“I did. Now that they know you’re with me, they may back off at least for now.” He would need to make note of just who was shirking duties to chase omegas once Sampo was settled.
Once they arrived at his flat, he apologized as he shifted the omega into one arm, the other pulling out his keys. A blush coated his cheeks, creeping up to his ears as he felt the omega bury his face in his neck. Sampo sighed, seemingly content at being this close to the alphas scent. At least he was comfortable, that was what mattered.
Gepard pushed the door open, shouldering it closed behind himself as he set his keys down on the corner table. “You can put me down.” A shiver went up his spine, feeling the omega’s breath on his neck. Not to mention he hadn’t realized just how close the other was until he felt Sampo’s lips on his skin.
“And if I don’t?”
The only answer he received was the omega’s face burying itself further into his neck. No complaint from him it seemed. Kicking off his boots, he moved further into his apartment until he reached his bedroom. Once inside, he set the omega down, even as his body screamed to keep holding onto him. To lay down with him. The sound of loss that left the other man was enough to drive him insane .
Taking in a shaky breath, he collected the others belongings, setting them down on his desk before he returned to the omega’s side. “I need to take your shoes off. I don’t want them in my bed.”
“But you’ll happily have me in it? You know if you wanted me in - nnngh - in your bed you only needed to ask.”
Gepard stiffened, about to ask if he had done something wrong until the smell hit him. The peak of his heat was hitting. Serval had called him just in time. “We’ll talk about that when you’re more lucid, Koski. I am not going to take advantage of you.”
“And if I said I’ve wanted you for some time?” The other rasped, pressing his forehead to Gepard’s. That gave him pause, trying to meet Sampo’s eyes but finding that the other refused to meet his gaze. His neck, cheeks, and ears were all flushed, hands gripping his pants tight.
“Koski…?”
“Can you…call me Sampo? At least while I’m like this.”
That gave him pause, having not considered that. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, moving one hand to the bluenets hair. “Okay, Sampo. Now, stop moping and let me get these shoes off you. Serval should be here with everything else soon.” It thankfully wasn’t hard to get the other man out of his shoes. He briefly considered how uncomfortable he must be in his tight fitting pants before shaking his head.
The sound of his door brought him from his thoughts, heading to meet up with his sister who nearly threw everything into his arms. “You’re lucky that as my brother I don’t mind the smell of you filling up my shop.”
He winced at that, “sorry Serval. Did…did you know he had feelings for me?”
“Sampo? Oh yeah, has for a while. The pining is almost cute when you think about it.”
His face heated at that, “really?”
“Geppie…have you never noticed he always leaves flowers at your office? Or how you are always the one who conveniently catches him? None of the other guards have ever been able to corner him, let alone put cuffs on him. He’s been trying to get your attention for a long time, just…I don’t think he knows how to. Or what he would do if it was returned.
“I was talking with Nat recently and she even said that he pushes people away. Like he’s afraid of them getting close, of getting hurt.” She crossed her arms, looking around him to the sound of rustling coming from his room. “So if you reject him, go easy on him, okay?”
“I…I will.” He wasn’t sure what to say to that, looking over his shoulder. It had never crossed his mind that their game of cat and mouse was anything more than the con-man trying to get a rise out of him.
Murmuring a goodbye, he closed the door behind his sister, locking it before resting his back against the hard surface. What had he gotten himself into?
~!~
Sampo wasn’t entirely sure why he had decided to come back to Jarilo-VI. His work there was done, but in the process what had come to become almost like home to him was also a danger to him. The Silvermane did not like him, neither did a majority of miners or vagrants. In his work to spread the Elation, he had created a lot of enemies. Aha was pleased at his good work yet why wasn’t he happy…?
Since leaving, his dreams had been plagued by a head of messy blond hair and piercing sapphire eyes. He knew the Captain was too good for him, that he was too much of an Aeon’s damned coward to do anything even if he had a chance. Still, mask in hand, he returned to the icebound planet in search of the Captain. Intending to at least let him know about his feelings before he disappeared once more.
The Restricted Zone was where he had first looked, making a run for it the moment Dunn had spotted him. Was he getting careless to be so easily spotted…? No matter, the Captain wasn’t at the front today, which meant he was likely back at his office. That was the best guess at least, - if he wasn’t doing patrols - which would make things more difficult for him.
At least there was an easy short cut to the guard station through Backwater Pass, which should be relatively unguarded this time of day. That was what he thought at least until he heard a shout behind him.
“Koski! Where ya been?”
He froze, slowly turning to give the group of alphas one of his award winning smiles. “Gentlemen! Fancy seeing you here! Pulled the short straw, eh?” Alarm bells were going off in his head as two approached from in front of him, another having snuck up behind him. “I’d keep you company, but I’m in a bit of a rush -”
“What’s the rush, Koski? After all, you just got back.” They crept closer as the omega took another step back, finding resistance as he backed up into the alpha behind him. “Why not spend a little time with us before you run off to the next alpha to ride?”
The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to keep the forced smile. “As much as I would love to help -”
They were too close now, reeking of booze, cigarettes, and body odor. Clearly they did pull the short straw when it came to guard duty. But who would everyone believe? The criminal? Or the guards?
Before he could push them away, a hand snaked around his face, some substance was forced between his lips. The hand covering his mouth, another holding him still, forcing him to swallow whatever they had fed him. He kicked, and tried to bite at the one holding onto him, anger rising as they laughed .
“Y’think we should bring the bitch back to the barracks while the Captain’s busy? Let him warm up everyone’s knots?”
His blood ran cold at that, or was it hot? It was definitely hot. Feeling his body begin to warm, senses clouding. They had fed him some kind of heat inducing drug. The realization renewed his fight, knowing he had to get out of there before they made due with their plans. Teeth sunk into the hand over his mouth, dagger materializing in his hand as he sliced at the man behind him, then the pair in front of him.
He must have hit something as he was let go, the others backing off as he began to run. Gepard. The Captain. Maybe he could…
Sampo clutched his stomach, knowing it was probably too late to retch up the drug. Whatever it was, it was potent. With the first rays of sun rising, he climbed into the Captain’s bedroom window, cursing when he realized the man was already gone. What could he do now…?
Serval . She was close by. She was an alpha. Even with their bad blood, he knew she wouldn’t let any creeps touch him, he would be safe. The omega eyed up a pile of shirts discarded to the side - likely to be washed later. Biting his bottom lip, he scooped up the pile, grabbing a blanket, and jumping out the window.
The last remnants of darkness as the sun rose gave him cover. While he knew he would be in trouble for it, he picked the lock to the Workshop, slipping inside with his commandeered belongings. When Serval woke, he was already in the back corner resting. He awoke only to explain why he was there - at least the part about the drugging. She didn't need to know about his other plans, how he had stupidly thought it would be a good idea to come confess to her brother.
No he would ride this heat out and get out of here again. It was clear that he wasn't wanted.
~!~
When Gepard returned to his room, it was to a half naked omega. Sampo had discarded his pants on the floor, wearing only the sweater and his boxers. Aeons, his boxers which were soaked with slick. The alpha swallowed hard, approaching the bed as he set the pile down on it, reaching over to brush back some of that mop of blue hair. “Hey. Hungry?”
That earned him a short whine, which he could only wince at. It was bad enough going through a heat naturally, being forced into one was just cruel. Every part of him was screaming to protect, to hurt whoever did this to Sampo. The most he could do at the moment though was be there for the Omega. He began pulling off his armor, resting the prosthetic right arm on his desk next to the mystery mask. Once he was down to a comfortable pair of pants, Gepard sat back down on the bed, turning to lay down next to the Omega, resting a hand on the other’s side. Sampo tensed under his touch before rolling over to face him. “I’m sorry…” It was so soft, Gepard was almost sure that he didn't hear anything.
“About what?” His hand moved to the other's hair, fingers carding through it. “You didn't do anything wrong. When you’re ready we will find whoever did do it, and I will make sure they are punished. For now, just get comfortable.”
There’s an exhale from the omega, before he nods hands toying with the front of his shirt - Gepard’s shirt. He stiffened when the alphas hand moved, opening those sharp eyes to follow it as Gepard reached behind himself to grab his phone. He shot a quick text to his sister to bring food and water, letting her know the door was locked and ‘you know where the key is’ before returning it to the bedside table.
With that out of the way he could focus once more on the omega - Aeons had his eyes always been this bright? “I just had to make sure we had enough food to get through your heat. How long do yours usually last?” Sampo answered with a shrug, his gaze lowering. “Have you been on heat blockers this entire time?” A nod. Gepard had to bite back the urge to curse not wanting to upset the already distressed omega. “And they forced you into one.” The guards who did this would be lucky if he just gave them Restricted Zone duty, and didn’t opt to banish them to the Snow Plains, which he was seriously considering at the moment.
“I shouldn’t have come back… I knew it was a mistake.” So his sudden absence wasn’t a coincidence. Sampo was refusing to look at him, even as Gepard moved a hand to push back the hair in his eyes. “I - I just wanted to…” His voice trailed off.
Gepard’s brows furrowed, taking the other's chin in hand as he lifted it. “What did you come back for, Sampo?”
The bluenet was frozen in place, their eyes locking. He watched as Sampo swallowed hard, pulling up the neck of the shirt to cover the lower half of his face again. Aeon’s, was he blushing?
“You. I…I came back to see you.” If he hadn’t been listening closely, so focused on the other, he might have missed that.
“And now you have me right here. I suppose the one good thing out of this is it makes it difficult for you to run away.” Gepard felt the omega freeze, “from your feelings, Sampo.” That made him relax at least, though his entire face was now concealed by the fabric of the shirt he had commandeered. Reaching over, he tugged lightly at the fabric, grinning as the omega tried to keep himself hidden. “You can’t run forever.”
“I can try!”
The alpha laughed at the muffled cry, his entire body shaking as he pulled down the collar of that shirt just enough so he could place a kiss atop the omegas forehead. “How about we just start with a coffee date once your heat has passed?”
That got Sampo to poke his head out, wide eyes finally meeting Gepard’s. “Really?”
“Really. But that does mean you can’t just up and run off once this is over.” His hand moved to cup Sampo’s cheek, relishing the feeling of the other man melting into his touch. The Omega's hand covered his own, as he turned into it to kiss his palm. “I can’t properly court you if you’re not here.”
The omega inhaled sharply at that, he was briefly concerned he had said something wrong until that shirt once more was hiding his blushing face. He pulled away only at the sound of his door, knowing it meant Serval was here with the food. “I’ll be right back.”
When he found her, she was already in the kitchen putting things away for him. “I take it that things are going well since you smell like him now.”
It was Gepard’s turn to blush at that, “we’ve just been talking so far. I - I didn't want any coupling to be interrupted when you got here.”
“So you intend to…?”
“I promised to go on a date with him when this was over, I haven't told him that I will take care of…”
“Geppie, you can be crude and say fuck you know.” She laughed, handing him a cold bottle of water as he sputtered. “Just remember what I said. I care about you, and despite our history I don't want him getting hurt either.”
Taking the bottle, he nodded. “Go on, I'll… Make sure he’s hydrated and then take care of him.” He gestured with his head. For a moment it looked like she was going to hug him, but both of them stopped knowing the smell of another alpha might be off putting for the already in distress omega.
“Love you, Geppie. Keep me updated, okay?” Instead she offered a hand for a fist bump, satisfied when he returned it.
With the door locked behind her, Gepard let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in, resting his forehead on the cold, hard surface. He had to remind himself there was an omega in his bed - Aeons in his bed - who needed him. Once sure he would not be interrupted any further, Gepard returned to his room, struck by the overwhelming smell of omega .
This time Sampo was on his back, underwear discarded, two fingers plunged between his slick folds. Gepard’s shirt was pulled up to his nose, as though he was wringing what remaining scent of the alpha there was from it. The alphas breathing became laboured, his own arousal growing with the need to plunge himself between those thighs. Exercising every ounce of control he could muster, he moved to the side of the bed, removing his pants and boxers.
The omega let out a soft keening sound as the bed dipped with Gepard’s return. Eyes that were glazed over with need met his, the hand that was fisted in his sweater reaching out to pull him in closer. Every bone in him screamed it wasn’t right, that he was taking advantage of the situation, and yet - Sampo had gone looking for him. Even before the heat had fully taken hold, he had chosen Gepard.
That was what he reminded himself as their lips connected, laying down next to the other as his fingers carded through the mess of blue hair. Smiling as the omega squirmed to get closer to him. “Need me that bad, baby?” His gaze briefly shifted to where three fingers were now trying to satisfy the omegas growing need.
Gepard took Sampo’s wrist, his own cock twitching as the other whined. Lifting the traitorous hand to his mouth, he circled each digit with his tongue. The smell and taste went straight to his aching cock wanting to bury himself inside the omega.
Need. Take. Mate. Mine.
Nostrils flared, his resolve crumbling as he let go of Sampo’s hand, reaching down to slide his own fingers inside of the other. Watching the omegas face as it turned from one of loss to one of bliss. He knew it wouldn’t be enough though, for either of them. Soon he would have to bury his knot inside the other, but he had to make sure Sampo would be able to take it.
“Ge…ppie…” he sounded so broken, even as his hips rocked to meet Gepard’s hand, his own holding the alpha in place.
“I know, I’ll be inside you soon. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Won’t…hurt…” While he was sure Sampo believed as much, while he planned to keep the omega on his knot until he was molded to his size, he had to be careful.
Accepting that he would have to wait, the omega moved one of his hands to wrap around Gepard’s length, gasping at the fullness within his hold. He began stroking in time with the others fingers, arching his back with a cry as the alpha stroked his thumb over his aching clit. It took only a few more strokes before the omega tensed, lips parted in a silent cry as he came.
“You’re doing good for me.” Gepard pulled back his hand, a low rumbling sound forming in his throat as he tasted the omegas come and slick. He pulled away, only so he could lay on his back, looking at Sampo through half lidded eyes. “Shirt off, I want to see you while you ride me.”
While ordinarily Sampo wasn’t one to take orders, especially from an alpha, the way Gepard was looking at him was enough to spring him into action. Hands moving to the base of the sweater, pulling it over his head as he threw it to the side. Scars, normally hidden by his shirt, riddled his chest. The most noticeable being the twin scars under his pecs, and the large on his stomach.
He would have to ask Sampo about them when all this was over. For now, he was pulled from his thoughts as the omega climbed into his lap, grinding the alpha's cock between his wet cunt lips. Resting his hand on the other’s thigh, Gepard watched enrapt by each movement. Each time the head of his cock disappeared, his anxiety grew. His status wasn’t the only thing that had kept him from taking an omega, Gepard was well aware he was above average in size. He wasn’t sure if Sampo was brave, stupid, or just out of his mind horny as he didn’t seem intimidated.
Instead the omega raised his hips, lining the head of Gepard’s cock with his entrance before slowly lowering himself down. Each sigh, and moan, was one of immense relief. It was when three quarters of the shaft was in that he stopped moving. For a moment Gepard was afraid it was too much, and then Sampo slammed his hips down . Gepard dug his nails into the other's thigh, head thrown back as a long groan was ripped from him. He hadn't felt such immense pleasure in – ever. It was dizzying, the warm heat engulfing him.
“S - Sampo –” his lips parted in a moan, another following it as the bluenet lifted himself before falling back down on his alphas waiting cock.
Aeons , he was Sampo’s alpha. Even if it was just for tonight, this was his omega. He had come specifically to Gepard, he had been hurt, and scared –
Gepard grit his teeth, biting back a growl at just the thought of someone – even one of his guards – touching his omega. Grabbing Sampo’s wrist, he pulled him down until their chests were flush, lips crashing together. Instinctively, he raised his other arm to card fingers through Sampo’s hair, freezing when he remembered it was no longer there.
The omega pulled back slightly, as if sensing something was amiss. He inclined his head with concern, before noticing the raised arm. Reaching out he took it in one hand, pulling it in close so he could kiss the marred flesh. They were both lucky to survive that chase out in the snow plains. Gepard couldn’t remember much from that day except that a massive fragmentum monster had come out of nowhere. The next thing he knew, Sampo was screaming his name, and everything had gone dark.
He had awoken in the Belobog hospital, Serval by his side.
“You pulled me out of the snow that day, didn’t you?” His good hand moved to cup the other’s cheek. He wasn’t surprised when he received a nod in answer, having suspected it for some time.
“I just wanted you to see me . I didn’t think the fragmentum was that close to the city. I did what I could to stop the bleeding but – I couldn’t save it.”
“Sampo, I’m just grateful you got out of there okay. I want to ask how but –” he gave a thrust upward, the omega mewling which went straight to his cock. “We can discuss that after.”
Sampo was panting at the shallow thrusts, still clinging to the mangled remains of Gepard’s right arm. He pressed an almost reverent kiss to what had once been the inner elbow, eyes meeting the alphas.
All those years chasing him, their shared looks in the museum, the panic when it settled in that Koski – Sampo – was missing, it all came to a head. His hand moved to the back of the others head, pulling him down for a hungry kiss as he thrust up once more. This time it wasn’t gentle, every instinct in him was screaming to mark, claim, keep mine .
Another thrust and he rolled them over, kneeling between his omegas legs, enjoying how completely debauched he looked. Each soft pant and moan, head thrown back as his hands grasped for purchase on anything.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
Not yet, he couldn’t mark him yet. His hips thrust harder, faster, holding one leg as he kissed along the omegas calf. Each movement brought them closer together, pleasure rising to its peak until his knot was forming pressing against the waiting opening. With one final thrust, he seated himself inside the other's warmth, body shuddering with orgasm. From the way Sampo trembled, the way he was clenching around his knot, he knew the other had cum as well.
He blanketed the other's body with his own, covering his face with gentle kisses. As he made it to Sampo’s neck he paused. It was taking every ounce of restraint remaining in him not to bite down.
“You can claim me if you want to. Just… make sure it’s something you won’t regret, okay?” Just the way his voice trembled set off Gepard’s protective instincts. He lifted himself to meet the others' eyes, only to find Sampo was hiding behind one arm slung over those bright emeralds.
“Sampo, look at me.” The commanding tone came naturally, observing how the omega tensed, before moving his arm out of the way, finally meeting his eyes. “I’m more concerned about you regretting this. You are the only omega I have ever done this with. I’ve never even taken one during my ruts. Any omega who has gone into heat in my care I have left them be.”
Truthfully, he did that in part because he didn’t know how many had intentionally set off their own heat in hopes of having him accidentally mark or impregnate them. A Landau bastard was good enough if one was looking for a payout.
“I don’t want to tie you here if you’d rather go. But I promise, if this is what you want I will never stop you from seeing the stars.” He had to adjust himself – resting on his bad arm – as his hand moved to brush Sampo’s hair from his eyes. The very eyes that were welling up with tears. “If you’ll have this broken soldier.”
“You’ve never been broken to me. A bit of a stick in the mud, but never broken.”
“And you’re insufferable but…not a bad guy.”
“Geppie! That’s almost a compliment!” It’s followed by a watery laugh as Sampo touches his forehead to the alphas.
He could only muster a snort, moving to kiss his way down the others jawline, to his jugular. There was a sharp intake of breath from the omega, anticipating what was to come. Far be it from him to not give his omega just what he wanted. Gepard took the sensitive skin into his mouth, sinking in his teeth as he claimed him. The way Sampo tensed under him, followed by his needy moan was enough to drive him over the edge if he weren’t already knot deep. Perhaps once they had both recovered it would be time for round two.
Both his omegas hands clung to him as though he were afraid of letting go.
Once satisfied that his claim had been laid, he pulled back to admire his work. Sampo was still panting, likely coming down from the spike in endorphins from his claiming. Sitting back on his heels, he stroked along the omegas stomach, humming thoughtfully.
“You thinking of letting me stretch my legs, Captain?”
“I’m thinking that since you’re still coherent it might be time for round two.”
“Eh?! Geppie –” it was cut off by a low moan. With his knot having deflated enough for Gepard to pull out and thrust back in once more.
“I have to make sure my omega is well taken care of after all. That includes this part of you.” Another thrust as he picked up the pace, kissing the other’s calf, stroking along it. He’d make sure that by the end of his heat, anyone who saw him would know Sampo belonged to him.
~!~
Two days later, at the Silvermane Barracks…
“Gentlemen! Forward please!” Gepard’s voice boomed through the halls. Peering out from behind the alpha, Sampo had to bite back a snicker as each of the privates scrambled at their Captain’s command. “It has been brought to my attention that some of you were engaging in actions unbefitting your rank. I’m going to give you one opportunity to come forward and I may be lenient.”
By lenient, he meant a demotion, or exile. However it seemed they were going to try his patience.
“Officer Pela, who were the three who checked into the hospital the day of the incident with knife wounds?”
The girl stepped forward, adjusting her glasses as she held up her clipboard. “Private’s Jonas, Felix, and Louis, sir. With the assistance of Doctor Natasha, we were able to compare the wounds with the victims blades and it’s a match. Their stations also match with the victims report of where the incident took place.” She then held up a vial. “During my investigations, I also found this among Private Felix’s things.”
“Hey, hey. Keep that far away!” Despite how he had been trying to stay hidden, the sudden appearance of the drug had him slipping out to put distance between himself and the girl.
Gepard had to bite his lip to hold back a smile at the omegas antics, his arm wrapping around the other to keep him from running too far off. “Will Private’s Jonas, Felix, and Louis step forward please.” They didn’t need to, as all the others took a step back leaving just the three remaining.
With their helmets off it was easy to identify the one who had forced the drug into his mouth. There was a bandage on his face from where Sampo had sliced at him to make the man let go. Made more obvious by the way the same man was staring down Sampo with pure hate in his eyes. “Was just a little bit of fun Captain, Koski never had an issue with it in the past.”
Sampo went to lash out, but found the arm around his waist tightening its hold. “In the past he gave his consent to it. I recall some of you even being grateful when he would show up. And now? None of you get to have him. Least of all the three of you. As it involves my mate, the Supreme Guardian has left your punishment in my hands.”
All three looked to the Captain at that, Felix appearing to be disgusted. “ Your mate ? Surely you’re joking –”
The arm around Sampo’s waist moved up, fingers in his hair, urging him to bare his neck and show his mark which he willingly did. Felix’s accomplices took a step back at the revelation. “Captain –” “It was Felix’s idea!”
“All three of you will face the punishment for it as you collaborated together to pull off the assault. What that punishment will be will be decided by my mate.” He pulled his arm away, taking a step back.
Sampo rolled back his shoulders, mask in hand as he turned toward them. “Oh don’t worry gentlemen. I am sure you’ll be elated to find out what I have in mind.”