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(Earth αΩ)
Before he even opens his eyes, the overwhelming scent sends an alarm to his brain. It smells vaguely warm and comforting, but it‘s also way too loud, suffocating and unsettling.
When he does open his eyes, In-ho is frozen in place, taking in his strange surroundings, the first hint of morning bleeding through the gap in heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar bedroom.
It takes him a second to realize he is holding another body in his arms, the back of a head with fluffy black hair barely peeking out of the duvet that covers them both. It feels vaguely familiar yet entirely foreign to be this close to someone. The body sighs, a soft rise of its ribcage and a little wiggle of its hips, almost like someone wants to cuddle up closer.
In-ho stays frozen. The scent of golden honey dripping down a ripe strawberry in warm sunlight fills his lungs. It reminds him of Gi-hun for some reason, but he can‘t really tell why.
He didn‘t sleep with Gi-hun, did he? He wouldn‘t. Thought of it, maybe. If the circumstances were different, definitely. But surely didn't plan on it. Not anymore. Maybe back when he was still Young-il…
He remembers being so close to Gi-hun during the pentathlon, linking arms, feet shackled together. Leaning into him when player 388 performed a flawless demonstration of Gonggi, much to everyone‘s amazement. And Gi-hun had just let him. Allowed him to be so close, bodies touching, welcoming him into his space. In-ho had felt … human. A feeling he had long since forgotten. A feeling he had considered dead. Yet he couldn‘t resist getting closer and closer over the following two days, being drawn like a moth to the flame that was the righteous fury of player 456.
Now the body in his arms is turning towards him, very slowly and with effort. The face comes into view and it really is Gi-hun. Fuck. How did this happen?
The other man looks so soft and a smile curves his lips. The last time In-ho has seen a smile so genuine and bright from him was in his player photo during the first games.
Does he still believe In-ho to be Young-il? No, that can‘t be it, In-ho faked his death rather convincingly. So how the hell did this happen?
“Good morning,“ Gi-hun mumbles with a yawn. He nuzzles closer, his face burying into In-ho’s neck, a low, contented sigh escaping his lips.
In-ho doesn’t dare move, not even when Gi-hun presses his nose against his skin, breathing in deeply.
A knot of confusion tightens in In-ho‘s chest, his mind still a blank slate struggling to piece together the fragments of the night before. The rebellion. How he shot Young-bae. The deserved punishment Gi-hun had brought on entirely by himself for being so damn stubborn. The determined little racehorse betting all his friends lives, and losing, for what?
A wave of warmth spreads through him, a surprising comfort in the midst of his disorientation. He can feel the slow, steady rhythm of Gi-hun‘s breathing against his skin, the gentle pressure of his arm across his waist. There’s an undeniable intimacy in this closeness, a familiarity that terrifies him to the bone. Yet there’s a strange sense of rightness to it. A primal comfort in the shared warmth, the unspoken trust of intertwined limbs. Only now does In-ho realize that they are both naked…
His hand moves over Gi-hun‘s belly by accident, feeling a small bump protruding. He flinches, pulling his arm away as if he just touched fire.
Gi-hun laughs.
“It‘s fine,“ he says with a sleep-heavy voice, “I feel great! I think we were both just a little too worried last night. It must have just been something I ate, you know my hormones are going crazy! Maybe cherry jam bacon probably wasn‘t such a great idea after all. Delicious though!“
The smile on his face is entirely too bright, unburdened by the deaths of hundreds of people. And In-ho doesn‘t really know how to respond to this, this — this old version of Gi-hun, this man he might have once been, long before they ever met, in another world, in another lifetime. Even if they somehow managed to end up in bed together after everything that happened, even if In-ho had ordered the guards to take Gi-hun to his bedroom and not to a secured cell, he is convinced the other would never ever ever look at him like this, with such tenderness, with such lo-
“Relax, I‘m fine now,“ Gi-hun murmurs, voice growing concerned. He has clearly noticed something strange going on with In-ho. “You can touch me…“ he whispers, searching for In-ho‘s hand under the covers, gently grabbing it and pressing it softly against his rounded belly.
„She‘s fine in there…“
His voice is seductive and stirs something deep inside In-ho. Gi-hun gives a happy sigh as he moves even closer, purring and seeking out In-ho‘s mouth with his own. It is a chaste kiss, sweetly pressing lips against lips, eyes half-lidded as one arm snakes around In-ho‘s waist, while the other moves down, hand grazing across his lower abdomen until warm fingers finally slide around In-ho‘s cock.
In-ho holds his breath for a long moment. He has no idea what is happening, or why, or how, but his body responds immediately. Mine, he thinks, as blood rushes down and a violent current of possessiveness pools in his stomach.
“Please, alpha, I need you, breed me please…“ Gi-hun purrs, and strangely it is that wholly unexpected string of words that pulls In-ho out of his haze like a bucket of ice water to the face. He pushes Gi-hun away with a flat hand to the shoulder and scoots back, sitting up in the bed.
“What is it?“ Gi-hun immediately asks with alarm in his voice. He sits up too, both hands reaching down to hold his belly in a very similar way to how Jun-hee did during the games. Like his wife had done…
“Did you feel something wrong with the baby, do you smell something?“ Gi-hun asks, a frantic energy suddenly wafting off him. In-ho can smell the fear in a way so intense it almost knocks him over, metallic tang like molten steel.
Yet he pushes further away, freeing himself from their entangled bodies and stumbling backwards out of the bed. He does not have a lot of time to notice how quick and fluent his movements are, even though he is used to pretty good reflexes from his time as a cop.
“In-ho what‘s wrong?“ Gi-hun is looking at him with nothing but earnest concern in his eyes now, an edge of pure panic creeping in, too.
“What baby are you talking about!“ It comes out as a low growl that makes Gi-hun wince. Good.
“Our pup?“ Gi-hun responds, and the hurt is palpable in his voice. “In-ho? What do you mean?“ His voice comes out thin and stammering, unsure of itself. His eyes dart to the side for a moment, looking around the room as if he could find an answer to a question he doesn’t yet dare to ask. Then, finally- “What’s the matter with you, you know I‘m pregnant…“
“How can you be pregnant?“ In-ho spits back. What a ridiculous idea!
The last thing he remembers is the rebellion, fighting side by side with Gi-hun in a battle he was doomed to lose from the start. Then killing Jung-bae and finally, the VIPs. The buffalo mask who was so enamored with player 456‘s silly little endeavor that he demanded him to be brought up to his suite for the night, and how In-ho had stalled and claimed Gi-hun too injured, and that he would be brought up the next day, even when Buffalo had insisted he didn’t mind an injured player. How In-ho had felt sick at that comment and how he had frantically paced his quarters, downing glass after glass of whisky to forget why he couldn’t give player 456 to anyone else, VIP or not.
Now Gi-hun stares at him for several heartbeats, then seems to actually think about it.
“Well, I was in heat,“ he says, like it explains everything, when really it explains nothing at all. “Then we … we mated?“ It is more of a question than an answer.
“What do you mean we mated?“ In-ho realizes too late that there is too much venom in his voice and sees Gi-hun falter like a puppet whose strings were just cut. He can see him slouch down, looking utterly hurt and distressed.
In-ho feels a sudden pang of regret and a strange need to pull the other into his arms, to make him forget the mean things he is saying. His body takes a step forward without any conscious intent, but this time Gi-hun is the one to scoot backwards to the edge of the bed, somehow getting even smaller. His hands are pressing on his belly in a gesture that In-ho can only read as protective.
“You said you wanted me as your mate.“ The words come out so quietly In-ho is not sure if he even heard them or just read them from the other‘s lips. Tears are dripping down from those big brown eyes…
“You as my — my mate? What gave you that ridiculous idea? I was just flirting with you to see what you would do! You think that was the real me?“
Gi-hun is using the pads of his palms to wipe away the furious tears spilling down his cheeks now.
“You gave me your mark…“ he whispers more to himself than to In-ho, hand rubbing over what looks like a bite mark at the base of his neck. “You said you loved me…“
In-ho stares a second, processing what he has just heard. Then his body is shaken by a violent outburst of laughter.
“You thought that was love? I told you, you were nothing more than a racehorse to me! A random number playing a silly little game with your silly little life!“
“I don‘t understand…“ Gi-hun sniffs, and he sounds so broken that In-ho really believes he doesn‘t.
“No, of course not!“ In-ho interrupts. “How could you? All you wanted to do was play the hero because you couldn’t handle your own misery! Because you are weak! You are as disposable as all the others, nothing more than a toy for me!“ Gi-hun flinches with every word In-ho spits at him. “A broken man with a bleeding heart, too hung up on your own savior complex to see that everything you do will just make it worse! I could never want you, you are nothing to me!“
When In-ho has ended his angry tirade, Gi-hun is still sobbing, not daring to look at him. He seems so incredibly small. Now In-ho has seen thousands and thousands of deaths. Caused some of them with his own bare hands. Has looked into so many people‘s eyes as they were fighting for their lives, pleading for mercy, begging for relief. Witnessed the light go out of their eyes as the finality of death took them, as they left behind loved ones that would never know their fate. Saw them be put in a box and dragged off to the incinerator, to get burned to ashes, lost to the sea, nothing more than a number, as the light of their picture went black under In-ho‘s feet.
But he has never, in his life, ever seen something so broken as he sees in Gi-hun‘s eyes as he tries to untangle himself from the messed up bed sheets. A part of him feels a deep satisfaction at knowing he can still hurt him. But another part, one that is much more alarming, wants to hold the other tight and make it all better, wants to take back every word he said, wants to never see that expression on him ever again, and it makes In-ho even angrier.
Gi-hun finally stumbles out of the bed, almost falling over, but catches his balance enough to fish a nightshirt off the floor that he quickly pulls over his head.
Then he darts towards the bedroom door. It’s more of an awkward waddle than an outright run, but he manages to surprise In-ho enough to let him leave.
It takes In-ho only a second to recover and follow after, his reflexes somehow sharper and quicker than they already were. Gi-hun dashes toward the hallway and down a flight of stairs into an open foyer. It’s fancy, definitely expensive, a stark contrast to the black and gold he is used to, and definitely the exact opposite of the humble room he rents for civilian life. The floors are white marble, big windows let in the morning sun, everything is airy and light. It seems much more like Gi-hun‘s personality, once upon a time…
In-ho follows him to the front door, where Gi-hun, still in only a nightshirt and barefoot, hastily pulls out a jacket from a closet and some fluffy looking boots. He tries to zip up his coat, his belly poking out just enough to make it difficult for him.
“Where do you think you are going?“ In-ho snarls. He doesn’t want Gi-hun to leave, has still more anger to throw at him.
“I don‘t know!“ Gi-hun snaps, fighting to get the zipper to close over his bump. “But if you don‘t want me, I will leave!“
“I never wanted you,“ In-ho replies, because who does player 456 think he is? All this was just a ploy to prove a point, force him to see how In-ho is right. Feelings were never supposed to be involved. And whatever this nightmare is, maybe a clever ploy from some bored VIPs, or maybe a trick Gi-hun is playing on him, In-ho will find out.
After the words come out, everything just stops for a long moment. Gi-hun leaves his coat hanging open and looks at In-ho with the biggest, saddest eyes he has ever seen in his life. Pure and utter distress fills the air between them. In-ho can tell, but he doesn’t know how exactly.
Not even when Gi-hun walked off the squid field as the winner of the games, leaving his dead childhood friend behind, has In-ho seen him so defeated. He doesn‘t say anything more, just turns and reaches for the door handle, pulling the front door open.
It is almost enough to make him relent. Almost.
The cool outside breeze swooshes in for a second, brushing In-ho’s naked body as he leans forward to close the door again, keep Gi-hun from fleeing. Somehow he entirely miscalculates, and what was meant to be a moderate shove becomes a forceful explosion of strength that thunders the door back into its frame with a deafening bang. Gi-hun flinches, one hand covering his head, the other protective on his belly. The tension is rolling off the jittering bundle like an earthquake.
“Let me go…“ Gi-hun begs, pathetic and barely audible through his whimpering.
“No! You will stay here and explain yourself,“ In-ho growls at him. An actual growl. He doesn’t know where it‘s coming from, has never heard himself like this. But he feels the anger, the rage, can barely contain it.
And Gi-hun cowers, honest to God cowers before him, and it should be satisfying to see him like this, defeated, terrified, shook to his core. But it isn't, and that just stokes the flames of anger and turns them into an inferno.
“Please …“
Tears are streaming down Gi-hun‘s face, he blindly reaches for the door behind him again, and this time, In-ho loses his patience.
He grabs Gi-hun by his upper arms, fingers sinking into the fabric-covered flesh in a vice grip, and shakes him with force, violence seeping out of clawed hands into soft skin, pulling, shoving, until his head is lolling back and forth, long shaggy hair falling into a face wet from tears, distorted by pain.
And worst of all, the whole time he is wrapping his arms around his belly, whining and begging In-ho to stop with desperate sobs of “I‘m sorry, I‘m so sorry alpha, please“ in between.
“You will stay and tell me what you did to me!“ In-ho roars in his face, and it comes out like a forceful growl, a sound he has never heard a human make before, mighty and terrifying. “Tell me what this is, tell me where I am!“
When Gi-hun doesn‘t answer, In-ho tightens his grip, his fingers wrapping around the other‘s arms so hard he can feel bruises forming under his fingertips. A choked squeal escapes Gi-hun’s lips as In-ho shoves him back with terrifying force. He looks into wide horrified eyes and something just snaps, this isn‘t right, this is a ploy, this whole show to make In-ho feel something, anything, deep down where his humanity died, there is nothing left to be dug up, only rage, pain, terror, the devastating atrocities they have both been through, and he will show Gi-hun exactly that.
In-ho pushes against him, the momentum carrying them both towards the solid oak of the front door, and with a guttural roar that comes ripped from the depths of his being, In-ho slams him against the oak, the impact a deafening bang that echoes through the silent house, his whole body crashing into it, bones rattling inside his tall slender body.
The back of his head slams against the hardwood with a crack, so loud In-ho wonders if he broke every bone in Gi-hun’s body, and a small voice whispers in his ear that this is too much, he does not want to hurt Gi-hun, can’t hurt his mate, but another, more insistent voice yells that he will never, ever feel anything ever again, because the In-ho that could died on the squid field once, and a second time as his child was lost, and a third time at his wife’s grave, and he will never die again, he will be the one now standing tall amongst the corpses of the desperate, devastated, worthless trash that walks the land year after year, indifferent to their pain, uncaring for their loss, untouched by emotion, with only a black hole where his heart once was, and ice running through his veins for blood, he will never ever ever make the mistake of being fragile and feeling and so deeply in love with someone ever again.
Then. A sudden, high-pitched sound. A shrill, loud, echoing wail. It pierces the air, ripping out of Gi-hun‘s mouth and shattering full force into In-ho‘s entire body, tearing through skin and blood and bones until it reaches his very soul.
A jolt, not of pain this time, but of something far more profound and devastating. He stares into the wide, panicked eyes. The rage that had fueled In-ho’s outburst dissipates, replaced by a gut-wrenching despair that steals his breath. He has never heard anyone or anything make such a sound.
And in that single, horrifying instant, the world tilts on its axis to reveal something to him he believed long since lost to the depths of grief, a call that activates something inside him he had sworn to kill: The fierce and irrevocable need to protect someone with his life, to the death, at any cost.
Gi-hun‘s whole body goes slack, all the struggle leaving him in that moment, he sinks against the door like a ragdoll. In-ho catches him, he sobs, tears falling down his face, utterly crumbling in In-ho’s embrace, hands still fiercely protective over his belly.
Suddenly holding Gi-hun becomes a singular need so vital to him he feels it in his bones, nothing in the whole universe could take the other from his grip now.
He is pulling Gi-hun close, hugs him tight, holds his trembling form against his own naked body with the sudden wish to undo everything that has happened since he opened his eyes.
“I‘m sorry, I‘m so sorry“ he murmurs into Gi-hun‘s hair while he presses the trembling body close, the desire for contact as overwhelming as inexplicable.
Finally Gi-hun allows himself to melt against him, and even though the other man is still taller than In-ho, he seems so small and fragile. Those big brown eyes look at him beyond a hurt In-ho has ever seen in them, not even when he left the games a broken man.
“I‘m sorry, I‘m so sorry…“ Now In-ho is the one to repeat the words over and over. He reaches both hands up, placing them at the back of Gi-hun‘s neck, sliding fingers into silky soft hair, feeling where the door hit him. “So sorry, I don’t know why I did that, please forgive me…“
And without one more thought, In-ho pulls the still crying man into a kiss. Gi-hun doesn‘t resist.
When their lips meet, he feels an electric pulse, as if Gi-hun‘s mouth is the only thing he has ever needed in his life. He tastes the salt of tears dripping from the sun-warmed strawberries he smelled earlier, a clandestine communion of sorrow and sweetness on Gi-hun‘s tongue like an aphrodisiac that makes In-ho want to taste more, taste all of him, everywhere.
He’s not gentle with Gi-hun, still can’t be, the kiss hungry, tongue pushing between soft lips that willingly open. Gi-hun lets out a quiet whine, and it triggers something primal in In-ho, a wild wolf howling for his mate. He foolishly didn‘t appreciate when he had the other naked in his arms before, but he needs him naked now.
He pushes the coat off Gi-hun‘s shoulders, moving his hands down with it, caressing the lean back, following the spine down down down to that perky little ass, squeezing it, making Gi-hun moan into his mouth and fuck there is still too much fabric, so he pulls on the hem of the nightshirt, up over his head, making the kiss halt for a second longer than In-ho can bear.
Gi-hun, gloriously naked at last (except for the fluffy boots In-ho allows to stay on his feet for now), shivers under In-ho‘s gaze. He is still slender, but not as painfully thin as he was in the games, so grief-gaunt that In-ho had almost increased the food rations for the players. This Gi-hun is beautifully delicate, an alluring thrall beckoning In-ho to touch the elegant curve of his waist, following the lines of his hips to the roundness of his ass.
With one smooth jerk he lifts the other man up, who yelps and swiftly wraps his arms and legs around him. Still kissing, In-ho carries him up the stairs back to the unfamiliar bedroom, where he lays Gi-hun out on the bed.
He is breathtakingly beautiful. Soft and slender, with that alluring curve of his belly that In-ho‘s rational mind still can‘t comprehend. Yet an ancient, primal part of him knows Gi-hun is carrying his child, is full and swollen with In-ho‘s seed, and it is the holiest and sexiest thing he has ever seen in his entire life.
Although the need to be skin on skin with Gi-hun feels overwhelming, In-ho takes his time to let his eyes rake over the other‘s naked body, down the long neck, to the base of it, where he gets a closer look at the scar of the healed bite mark he saw earlier. Oddly a rush of pride surges through him at the sight of it. Down further to small breasts heaving up and down with every gasp of his lungs, and In-ho doesn‘t even question it, just revels in their beauty. His belly is a noticeably convex shape, stretching towards him with the growing life inside it.
Finally his gaze lands where he really wants to look and it knocks the breath right out of him when Gi-hun slowly spreads his legs, showing him everything, and it is the most stunning sight as Gi-hun allows him to look at the most beautiful pussy In-ho has ever seen, wet and glistening, opening up for him, the sweet scent of desire wafting through the air, like sunflowers blooming from rain-damp soil, making his mouth water.
It‘s the hottest thing he has ever seen, his eyes raking over it, and he could come from just looking. Mine he feels the beast inside him roar, snarling words he doesn’t even understand, my omega, my pup, mine all mine!
In the next second In-ho pulls the fluffy boots off Gi-hun‘s feet, coaxing the most adorable little giggle out of him when he carelessly throws them into the room, before he finally is on him, crawls over Gi-hun‘s beckoning body, leaning down, careful not to put any weight on his belly as he settles between his legs. He returns to kissing his mouth, feeling the other meeting him with enthusiasm, opening up with another small whine. His tears have dried, only the taste of salt left on his skin as In-ho laps them up.
He has wanted Gi-hun like this, when he was so near during the games that he could see every cumbersome thought crossing behind Gi-hun‘s eyes, wanted to make them all vanish, if not forever, then for a night. Now here he is, greeting kisses with needy sounds and writhing underneath his attentions.
One hand slides down between Gi-hun‘s slender legs, to the place he has been fantasizing about, and he does not care at all that it isn‘t what he expected, does not care what Gi-hun has down there as long as it‘s a hole he can fill.
In-ho can‘t hold back anymore, feels the velvet wetness of that beautiful vulva, slips a finger inside just to feel the heat, the tightness, the faint pulsing, it calls to him, beckons him to claim.
He thinks about lying on top of Gi-hun, but the precious bump seems too pronounced already to risk it. He wants to see the other‘s face, so In-ho sits back on his heels, grips Gi-hun‘s hips and pulls him onto his lap in one swift motion, where his cock finally makes contact with where it belongs.
Now that he really pays attention to his full hardness, he is surprised by the size of it. Not that his dick was small before, but it somehow seems even bigger, to the point where he wonders for a moment how it is even supposed to fit in that delicate little cunt that has become his singular focus. I‘ll make it fit, a hungry voice in his head snarls, so he drags his cockhead against the clit, slaps it lightly against the sensitive spot, drawing a moan from Gi-hun, who tenses his legs as In-ho pulls them onto his shoulders. He can‘t wait anymore.
He aligns his hips at the entrance, slowly moving them forward, giving a low growl when he begins to feel the tight wetness at the tip of his cock. Gi-hun shudders and whines, taking every inch In-ho gives him, the insistent intrusion filling him up. It feels so intense In-ho is fighting blacking out from sheer pleasure.
“So tight“, he whispers into the smooth skin of Gi-hun‘s legs, "You‘re so tight, you feel so amazing…“ as the intense pressure squeezes down on the intruding cock sliding inside.
Gi-hun‘s body just yields, makes room, pressing down on him but still giving in, swallows him up inch by inch with a happy sigh and a sweet moan, hissing low the closer In-ho gets to the end, stretching him open.
When he finally does bottom out, he stays there for a long moment, just taking in the pleasure of such a snug fit, being so deep inside, melting into the other’s body like they were supposed to be one all along. Then he leans forward, pushing Gi-hun‘s knees to the side, up to his shoulders, careful to give the belly enough room but he needs to be close enough to kiss as he starts moving.
In-ho feels connected to Gi-hun in a way he has never felt to anyone before, not even to his late wife, who at this moment is a mere shadow in the back of his mind that dissolves with every thrust.
This man here, the welcoming ache of his pussy, the low moans, the arching of his back into him, the whimpers, the shuddering, the whining that intensifies the deeper In-ho fucks into him… this is his heart, his home.
He has one hand on Gi-hun‘s swollen belly as if it truly is his child in there, and for the moment it is. As soon as he thinks that, he feels his cock swell inside that delicious hole, and he has to put some more effort into his thrusts, everything gets tighter and closer. Gi-hun shakes in his arms, utterly incoherent.
He‘s keeping his weight on his hands as to not put it on Gi-hun‘s stomach, and it just adds to the power of his thrusts, the hard snap of his hips, an obscene slapping sound as he pounds that pussy hard while Gi-hun‘s moans become louder and needier.
Hugged tight inside his body, between his legs, by that gorgeous cunt already full of him, already bred to bursting, already heavy with their union, growing the proof of In-ho‘s possession.
He fucks him harder, forces his intruding cock deeper to where he already undeniably left part of himself, the quelching sound of a defenseless hole getting fucked deeper and harder and rougher, because In-ho needs to leave more evidence, leave marks that will never vanish.
He rams in again and again, makes Gi-hun shake with it and arch his back towards him, startled by the force with which In-ho slams into him.
"I’ll knock you up again,“ he growls into Gi-hun‘s ear, "I‘ll put another baby in you…“ The words make Gi-hun quiver in his arms, and In-ho will never let him go, keep him on his cock forever, filled up and bred, swollen with his offspring for everyone to see.
The thought short-circuits something in his brain, he can‘t even pull out now, but he can still push in in in in, deeper and harder while Gi-hun clamps down on his cock, quivering from head to toe, the most delightful moans escaping his beautiful mouth.
In-ho can‘t take his eyes off him, one hand possessively cradling his belly, the other holding up his weight while he fucks in and in and in, swearing that pussy draws him deeper, becomes tighter, while In-ho crashes his mouth onto Gi-hun’s lips for another hungry kiss.
He has never felt so one with another person, the ancient knowledge that this here is all his, that he owns Gi-hun, will never let him go, just breed him and keep him full of his seed and heavy with his pups and happy on his cock every day for the rest of time.
The thought makes something snap, an overwhelming wave rolling down his whole body, making his cock twitch inside that tight hole that won‘t let him go now, a holy sanctum inside Gi-hun’s body he made his home.
"Alpha…“
And when Gi-hun looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, he isn’t seeing the Frontman, he is seeing In-ho.
He presses his nose into Gi-hun‘s neck, the rush of blood beneath the skin a loud ringing in In-ho‘s ears. He has no idea what possesses him to do it, but when he licks the skin, he is consumed by a sudden desire for blood. He bares his fangs and bites down.
Gi-hun howls, literally howls like a wolf, while his whole body suddenly goes lax in In-ho’s arms. He hears a sob, then feels an incredible pressure deep inside that exquisite cunt, like it is literally milking In-ho‘s cock from the inside for all its worth.
And he comes, shatters, paints that pretty little hole with his proof of ownership deep inside, a release so euphoric In-ho loses his mind, empties it out inside Gi-hun along with a flood of come into that addicting pussy, wave after wave, while Gi-hun shakes and trembles and moans into In-ho‘s mouth like he was made for just this, is made for just this.
Leaving his come deep within where it already took root, planted a seed of belonging, growing inside Gi-hun‘s body as proof for all to see that In-ho owns him, left part of him inside, soley responsible for making his belly grow, showing to the world that In-ho claimed him and fucked him and marked him and made him scream the only name he is ever allowed to say, to think, to breathe ever again.
Planting life inside that will soon stretch him out, stretch him open, birth a new part of In-ho back into this world, and In-ho will fill him right back up, never let him be empty, breed him over and over and over, show him his place is only on In-ho’s cock, heavy with his pups, one after the other, force him to bear his offspring as long as he is fertile, fuck new life into him again and again and filll his womb with the testimony of Inho’s virility forever, and the thought makes something in his brain short-circuit with the pleasure of it, so intense it hits In-ho in his bones, fills up the hollow where marrow should be.
Gi-hun is milking him, greedily draining pulse after pulse out of him inside his womb, filling him up, feeding his come inside him where it belongs.
Vision and sound and smell and taste and feel, all his senses are made up entirely of Gi-hun in his arms now, pressed close, breathing heavily and whining heavenly. For the first time in a long time, maybe since forever, there remains only one singular emotion in him, and it is pure bliss.
Finally he collapses, careful to shift Gi-hun’s legs onto his side first so he can position himself behind him, spoon him and cradle him close so as to not fall onto his belly, cock still stuck snugly inside him like his greedy cunt refuses to let him go. He tries to pull out, which makes Gi-hun tense up immediately.
“Ouch ouch stop stooop!“ In-ho stills. Gi-hun turns his head to look at him. “What are you doing? Your knot is still far too full to pull out yet, I can feel it inside of me.“ Accusing brown eyes look up at him.
“Sorry“, In-ho murmurs against Gi-hun‘s neck, not really comprehending what any of it means, not really caring at all. He wants to keep his cock inside him forever anyways, where it belongs.
Gi-hun wraps In-ho‘s arms around himself, snuggling close in his warm embrace, a soft happy purr coming from him as they rest together. In-ho drags his fingertips featherlight over the curve of Gi-hun‘s stomach.
They lie like this for a long time. In-ho doesn’t want to remember that something is wrong. That this isn’t real. Can’t be his.
He got swept away by some uncontrollable sexual urge, and he wants to stay in that haze, even when clear thought is slowly starting to find room in his brain.
He slides a hand down between their bodies, where they are tied together.
This can‘t be right, he thinks, while his fingers explore the velvet skin of Gi-hun‘s vulva, making the other man whimper from overstimulation.
He circles the rim of the delicious hole and feels a sort of bulge pressed snugly inside that sits at the base of his cock. He vaguely remembers that dogs have a similar anatomy, and suddenly the bed is falling through the floor. The keen nose, the fangs, the knot. Is he — is he a human canine?
“I don‘t think this is my universe,“ he finally says out loud.