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There is nowhere else for Langa to go. 

Reki won’t look him in the eye ever since he agreed to skate with Adam again. He had no interest in being home right now, with his mother fussing over him. She didn’t even know yet, and he would like to keep it that way. She probably wouldn’t let him leave the house the whole week if she knew. 

But he was fine. 

People were always overreacting when it came to Omegas. Always coddling them. Always telling them to be safe. Telling horror story after horror story. But Langa didn’t come off as an Omega, tall and lanky as he was. He was fine. 

The biggest lie they told was about heats. All Langa’s life he’d been prepped for this big moment, where his body would twist itself into knots and he’d lose his mind. That he wouldn’t even be able to walk, and instead be forced to stay in his room for days on end. 

But he was fine. 

He’d woken up the day earlier to an annoying cramp in his stomach and a heightened sense of smell. He hadn’t thought much of it, and his poor Beta mother wouldn’t be able to sense anything regardless. At school he noticed a few more eyes on him but nothing else. Reki still wouldn’t look at him, and that was all that mattered. 

It wasn’t until last night’s S that he knew for sure. 

He’d been set to match against Adam, and he was thrilled to face him again. To feel the excitement of his unpredictability and the wind in his hair. He waited on his board as Adam went on with his theatrics for the crowd, oohing and awing at them. Langa didn’t listen, too focused on the track ahead and what was to come. 

He blinked as Adam took hold of him, but this wasn’t surprising either. Langa had grown used to the man’s hands on him. This time, however, his skin was hot to the touch, and he could feel the pressure of Adam’s fingers long after he’d left his side. 

Adam’s mood had changed completely then. He’d tsked and spat a few words into his phone. Before Langa could say anything the beef was cancelled much to his, and the entire crowd's, disappointment. 

“Why?” Langa had asked. 

Adam tilted his head, seemingly surprised by the question, “I want my Eve in top condition when I face him.”

“I am,” Langa insisted. 

“You’re in heat.”

Langa swallowed. Ah . So that was it. 

Adam’s eyes sparkled, leaning dangerously closer. “Did you not know?” he murmured, more to himself than anything. His breath was hot on Langa’s cheek and he closed his eyes. “Is it your first?” He licked his lips. 

Langa took a step back. 

Adam let out a chuckle. “I’ll see you next time, Snow ,” 

And then he left. 

Langa sighs as he remembers all this, trudging up the big dirt hill. It was odd to be here when there was no S scheduled. It was empty of people, of sights, of sounds. Langa had to squirm his way through the bars of the gate to even get in. 

But he had nowhere else to go. 

And he was fine. He is fine.

And maybe Adam will be there at the top of the ridge and they could finally have their beef, and Reki would talk to him again. 

But Adam isn’t there. 

Reki is. 

Langa stutters to a stop. 

Reki looks up at him, equally startled. 

“There’s no S today,” Reki says. 

“I know,” Langa replies, moving toward him. 

Reki doesn’t move. 

“Why are you here?” Reki asks. 

Langa doesn’t answer. 

Reki looks away, “Really?” He looks up at the dark night sky, “Why him?”

“It’s not like that,” Langa replies, “I just want to finish our beef.”

“He’s crazy, Langa,” Reki insists. “He’ll hurt you.”

“I’m fine ,” Langa huffs. 

Reki squints at him, and Langa wonders if he knows. If he’s picked it up. Because Langa knows that Reki is an Alpha. Has known since they met. But tonight he is all the more striking in his smell. It’s not bad. It’s nice, actually. Wood shavings and rich earthy tones. Langa wants to sink into him, especially after how tired he’d gotten climbing the hill. 

But he doesn’t think Reki would let him. 

“Langa,” Reki says, “Are you—”

“Well, what a delight .”

The two teenagers jump and turn their heads. Langa loses his grip on his board and it falls to the ground before promptly heading downhill. 

“Shit,” Langa curses. 

Reki stands up. 

Adam is there. He stands in his full matador regalia, his board propped against his side. His mask shields his eyes, but the two teenagers can clearly see him lick his lips. 

“I was expecting Snow ,” Adam hums, moving toward them, “Not another stowaway.”

Reki bristles, and he stands between Adam and Langa defiantly. There’s something different about Reki’s stance. He seems angry, protective even. It’s a shift that Langa doesn’t necessarily dislike, just seems out of character. 

Langa tugs at his shirt collar, letting one of the buttons come undone to get some of the night air to hit his flushed skin. He really had worked up a sweat climbing up to here. 

“It’s okay,” he says to Reki, catching his and Adam’s attention, “I was hoping to beef with him.”

“Beef?” Reki repeats, “There’s no one here!”

“Adam cancelled it,” Langa explains, “But I was hoping he might rethink it, so I came back.”

Adam chuckles, “My, my, so eager for me, aren’t you, Snow?” 

He steps around Reki in one fluid movement, letting his fingers dance along Langa’s neck. Langa’s breath stutters as a shiver wracks his body. He feels wetness in the seat of his pants and he swallows. Was he that sweaty? It wasn't even hot. 

“Don’t touch him!” Reki snarls, and his voice almost turns into a growl by the end. He wrenches Langa back to him, and the taller boy stumbles slightly before regaining his balance. 

“Oh, my,” Adam breathes, tapping a finger against his chin thoughtfully, “Is it true Snow? You’ve already set your eyes on an Alpha?”

Both Reki and Langa redden at the question, pulling away from each other. 

Adam laughs, “Langa, please know you can do so much better than this...mutt.” He waves distastefully at Reki

Adam expects the boy to growl at him, but it’s Langa who takes a step forward with his lips peeled back. It shocks both Alpha to see the sudden aggression from the Omega who, with each passing second, stinks more and more of heat.

“Reki isn’t a mutt,” Langa snaps, “He’s incredible. He’s—He’s everything.”

“Langa?” Reki squeaks, a sudden redness overtaking his face. 

Langa licks his lips, wiping sweat off his brow and tossing his hair back to keep it from sticking to his face. “I need to grab my board,” he murmurs. 

He leaves them, trudging down the hill. 

Adam snorts. 

Reki glares at him. 

“Do you think you can intimidate me, little Alpha?” Adam asks aloud, “With that puny scent of yours?”

Reki’s hands squeeze into fists at his sides. 

Adam leans in closer, “I bet you haven’t even had your first rut yet. You think you can protect him? Take care of him? Satisfy him?”

Reki lifts his hand to punch him, his anger spilling over completely. But Adam catches his fist easily in his own brutal grip. He grins down at him, his teeth sharp and hisses, “Wrong move.”

Reki flinches as he’s hit with the sudden wave of strong pheromones. Adam barks out a laugh as he stumbles back and covers his nose. Adam’s scent only grows stronger, musky and earthen with the rusted hint of spilled blood. Reki grits his teeth, trying to keep from falling to his knees in submission. Trying to stay focused. Trying to—

He hears a cry in the distance, a sudden, desperate whine. His eyes dilate, instinct alone pulling his feet to rush down the hill. Because that sound—-that sound had struck right through his heart to scream an Omega in need . 

Adam’s stench has carried all the way down the hill, as potent as ever. Asshole , Reki thinks, what a show off. 

He finds Langa at the bottom of the hill on his knees, his legs splayed out on either side of him as if they’d suddenly given way. His hands are stretched out in front to catch him and gravel sticks to his sweaty skin. He’s breathing heavily, his entire chest moving up and down. 

“Langa!” Reki cries, hurrying to his side. 

When he touches Langa’s shoulders the Omega lets out a low groan, before letting his head drop onto his shoulder. Reki swallows. Langa’s skin is fiery under him, and he feels himself stir within his jeans. Langa smells heavenly too , like hot cocoa on a snowy day. 

His mouth is dry, but he cracks it open to ask, “Langa, are you in heat?”

Langa moans, burrowing his head in the crook of Reki’s neck, “I’m fine .”

“First heats tend to be the most powerful,” Adam says, appearing just behind them. Reki tightens his hold around Langa, earning another pleased noise from him. 

“We need to get you home,” Reki hisses.

Adam laughs, “You think you can take him back like this? Smelling like this?” 

Reki swallows. 

Langa’s fingers slip under Reki’s hoodie to get closer, his legs shifting to try to climb into Reki’s lap. Reki groans, because Langa has soaked through his jeans, and his impossible heat grinds against his thigh. 

“What Snow needs,” Adam continues, moving closer and letting his fingers card through Langa’s hair, “Is a real Alpha to take care of him.”

He scratches just behind Langa’s ear, earning a purr of approval. Langa’s head actually lolls back, in search of more feathery touches. His eyes have darkened completely, almost unseeing. 

“You see?” Adam murmurs, holding out his fingers, “Do you want to feel good, Snow?”

Langa lets out a strangled noise, his mouth chasing after Adam’s hand to nuzzle into its palm and breath him in. Adam’s scent is all around them. A heavy haze that suffocates them. 

Reki pulls Langa back, turning him around to keep himself as a barrier between Adam and the Omega, “Don’t touch him!”

Adam frowns, “You’d let him suffer like this, then? How cruel of you.”

Reki stammers, finding it hard to think in the cloud of Langa and Adam’s combined heady scents, and the fact Langa has started to rut against his thigh incessantly. Little puffs of breath escape his lips with each movement, landing hot against Reki’s neck. 

“We, we have to—“Reki insists, but he can feel his strength leaving him with each moment he looks into Langa’s flushed and needy face. 

“Reki,” Langa hisses, “ Reki.”

Reki stares at him, at a loss of what to say. 

“ Please ,” Langa continues, his eyes squeezing shut, “It hurts .”

“It does?” Reki asks, fingers digging into Langa’s side. 

“I need you,” Langa repeats, growing bolder, “I need you inside me. I’m so empty , Reki.”

Reki’s mouth goes dry. 

“Well?” Adam murmurs, and he’s right there, pressed up against Reki’s back, warm and overpowering. “Are you going to deny an Omega in need like this?”

Reki swallows as he tries to think. Tries to remember what he's supposed to be doing. How he should be throwing Adam back and making a run for it with Langa. How he should deliver him back to his mother like a good boy. 

But Adam’s voice is pressed close to his ear and he can feel the older man’s hardness against his back. Langa is still grinding into him, trying to take his hoodie off in search of his skin. He can’t think like this. He can’t—

“If you won't, I will ,” Adam says, reaching around to place his hands on Langa's belt. 

Reki sees red and snarls, elbowing the man away, “Don’t fucking touch him!”

“Well?” Adam says, and despite the push he’s still pressed against Reki, almost like a second skin. 

“I’ll do it,” Reki snaps, “I’ll do it.”

He takes in a deep breath. And then does nothing. 

What the hell is he even supposed to do ?

Adam’s arm slides down Reki’s, until he can grip his wrist. Then he puppets him, bringing the hand up and motioning for him to start unbuttoning Langa’s shirt. Langa lets out another breathy moan, fingers fisting uselessly in Reki’s hoodie. He tugs and pulls but he's not coordinated enough to make much headway. 

Reki has to use all his focus to strip Langa of his two shirts. He barely registers Adam’s hands taking his hoodie and undershirt off until he’s forced to lift his arms off to remove them. Adam’s hands are cold against his skin, and Reki tries to shake him off. Each movement elicits a moan from Langa pinned underneath him, distracting him from doing much else. 

“Reki,” Langa whispers, his hands finally able to touch his skin. He says it like a prayer, and Reki can’t help how red his face becomes. Each reverential whisper of his name has him grow another shade darker. 

“His pants,” Adam murmurs into his ear. 

Reki nods absentmindedly, his fingers shaky as they move to unbuckle Langa’s  belt. He unbuttons his fly and drags the zipper down, until Langa’s light blue—now stained a very dark wet blue—boxer’s are revealed. 

Langa’s hard cock peeks over the edge of the waistband, small and an angry, desperate red. Reki licks his lips unconsciously.

“Arch for us, Snow,” Adam whispers, his hand moving to circle around Langa’s lower back, urging him to arch up. Reki wants to scream at him, but the motion forces Langa to press against his own hardness, and he can’t think of anything else but grinding his hips into him. They both cry out, needy and breathless. 

Adam snorts. 

“So inexperienced,” he mutters. 

He tugs Langa’s pants and Reki helps him slide them down enough for everything to be accessible. To get them completely off would mean having both Reki and Adam get off, and Adam seems intent on keeping Reki pinned between them. 

“Reki,” Langa whispers, his trembling hands tugging at Reki’s jeans, “You too, please, I want—“

“You heard him,” Adam says into his ear, before shoving Reki’s pants and boxers off him in one powerful swoop. Reki stutters as cold air hits him and he curls forward, falling into Langa’s heaving chest, his own ass now pressing against Adam’s clothed one. 

Reki moans, as his cock rubs against Langa’s drenched boxers. Langa wraps his arms tightly around Reki to keep him from sitting back up. He ruts into him, desperate for the friction and his lips finally find their way onto Reki’s. 

Reki moans into the kiss, his mouth falling open as he swallows up every desperate hitch in Langa’s breath. His hands are sandwiched tightly between their chests and he has nothing to latch onto for purchase. Instead, he squeezes his thighs, caging Langa’s own. With each grind of his hips, his ass moves against Adam’s own clothed hardness, but Reki’s too far gone to think more of it. 

“Inside, please ,” Langa moans, his fingernails scratching at Reki’s back, “I need you inside. I need you so bad, Reki. Reki please.”

Reki groans at the words, his mouth leaving Langa’s to kiss at his neck and the sensitive glands at the base. Langa cries out when his mouth circles them, his whole body moving with enough force to lift Adam and Reki up momentarily. 

Adam rises onto his knees for better leverage, keeping himself pressed roughly against Reki’s bare ass. He reaches around him to rip Langa’s boxers off him, the ruined thread tearing easily under his nails. He brings the cloth up to his face and breathes it in, letting out a low moan. 

One day he would have his taste. 

Reki’s hand finally wriggles free to run down between Langa’s legs. His thighs are drenched in his own slick and Reki’s fingers slip inside him without any effort. Langa lets out a needy keen, his neck arching back. “More,” he begs. 

Reki pulls his fingers out. Adam places his hands on Reki’s hips, positioning him to finally enter Langa. He also takes Reki’s slick-soaked hand, bringing it back at a painful angle to lick at his fingers hungrily. 

Reki lets out a surprised gasp, trying to retrieve his hand, only for Langa to thrust up and swallow him whole. Both Reki and Langa let out a cry at the sudden feeling of fullness. The hot slick pressure around Reki’s cock as he thrusts in easily. The moans that slip from Langa’s red face. Even Adam’s mouth sucking on his fingers. It’s all so much, and his hips work instinctively to fuck into him. 

Adam moves to finally free his own cock, letting it slip through his unbuttoned pants. He scoops up some of Langa’s slick to coat Reki’s thighs. His touch has the boy gasping, but Reki’s too lost to do anything but thrust into Langa’s heat and kiss his mouth. 

Adam digs his fingers harshly into Reki’s hips, forcing the boys thighs together, even as he still desperately tries to move on his own. Reki whines, words no longer capable of fighting through his heavy tongue. Langa lets out a frustrated noise, trying to lift his hips to get Reki to start moving again. 

“Patience,” Adam murmurs. 

The two boys breathe heavily, naked and tangled together in a wet mess. Adam grins devilishly down at them. Although he would have preferred to just have Snow, the mutt was not an entirely terrible addition to the tableau he had created.

After he’s appreciated the image and committed it to memory, he shoves his cock between Reki’s thighs, in turn sending him deeper into Langa. Both boys cry out, but Adam pays them no mind, his grip deathly as he pushes Reki back and forth to fuck him. With each thrust he pictures himself in Langa instead, listening to all of the delicious little noises that slip free from his mouth. 

Reki sinks down to rest against Langa’s chest, unable to move freely on his own. His limbs feel like jelly, and he is at the mercy of Adam’s thrusts, pushing him in and out of Langa’s all encompassing heat at a merciless pace. 

All he can do is let out groans and moans, while Langa says his name over and over and over again. 

It’s a miracle he lasted as long as he did. 

He cums, Adam shoving him as deep as he could, even as a small part of Reki’s mind insists he pull out. Langa’s too young for pups. He’s too young for pups. But then the thought of Langa with his pups is all he can think of and he growls, biting down onto Langa’s neck possessively.  

Langa cries out before he too sinks his teeth into Reki’s neck, his body shuddering with each wave of his orgasm. Reki’s knot swells inside him, catching around his rim and keeping them locked together. 

Adam’s thrusts continue, his movements forcing Reki’s knot to pull at Langa with each movement, making the two of them keen and whimper. It hurts at this point—all of the stimulation making them much too sensitive to stand it. But neither of them have the strength to stop him.

Adam comes, slipping out of Reki’s thighs with a happy sigh. He lets him go, and Reki falls like a dead weight onto Langa with a loud grunt. 

Adam wipes his hand and himself on Reki’s hoodie, before buttoning up his pants. He looks down at the two teens, curled up tight, soaked in every fluid imaginable. Their eyes are mere slits, their swollen lips parted.

Adam opens his phone, taking a picture for blackmail’s sake, just in case. After, he dials up Tadashi, turning away to speak into the phone

 “Bring the car around,” he orders, “I need you to clean this up and drive them home after dropping me off.”

“Yes, sir,” Tadashi’s voice crackles through the phone. 

Adam doesn’t bother saying goodbye.

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Reki keeps his head down, even as Langa hurries to take his seat beside him. It had been a week now since they had seen each other. A week since Langa’s heat had come upon him. A week since Reki had taken advantage of him under Adam’s pressure.

In that week Reki had barely slept. He agonized in his bed, replaying the memory over and over again, wondering how he could have done something so terrible to his best friend. In those moments he did sleep, he found himself in the memory, feeling Langa’s heat and driving into him for release. He could hear Adam’s words in his ears and he would wake up to a mess in his shorts and another dose of self hatred on his shoulders.

What was he going to say to Langa when he came back to school? How could he ever face him again?

Reki hears Langa rifle through his bag for his notebook, but then he feels a pen poking into his shoulder. He picks his head up and Langa is looking at him. And oh God, he had not seen Langa in so long. He was so pretty, with his long blue hair and open eyes. His head is tilted with concern as his lips mouth the words, you okay?

Reki doesn’t know what to say. He swallows. Immediately he thinks of that night. Of Langa’s naked body beneath him. Of the noises that escaped his mouth and the sound of their skin meeting. Even now he can still see the bruise of his bite mark on Langa’s neck, poking through where he has left his shirt unbuttoned. Had he no shame?

So, Reki says nothing, quickly shoving his head back down into his arms.

Langa purses his lips but lets him be until lunch. Then he’s on him, taking his wrist to drag him up to their spot on the roof. There’s no one there and Reki feels his face flush at the thought of him and Langa alone together yet again.

“What’s wrong?” Langa demands.

“This isn’t safe,” Reki murmurs, tugging his wrist free.

“What do you mean?” Langa asks. He moves his arm as if to chase after Reki’s touch but then thinks better of it.

“I…I…You remember what happened, right?” Reki tries, cringing at the question. He’s not sure what answer would be worse.

“Of course I do,” Langa replies, “You helped me with my heat.”

Reki flames up, turning completely away. The answer goes straight to his crotch, embarrassingly enough. But that isn’t the entire story. Adam had been there the entire time. Moving him, touching him, touching Langa. He had tainted the entire thing with his presence.

“Reki,” Langa starts, reaching his arm out again, “Did you not…like it?”

“No!” Reki says quickly, “But, but it was, it was wrong.”

Langa frowns at him.

Reki shakes his head, “I don’t…I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Fine,” Langa sighs, “But I missed you. Is all. It was boring being alone in my room.”

Reki doesn’t know if his face could get any redder than it already is. Its shade bled into the color of his hair, “I missed you too,” he quickly murmurs back.

This seems enough to pacify Langa in the moment, and conversation shifts to all he had missed in school. Reki passes on his missed assignments as they eat and tries not to think about how close Langa is beside him. His heart pounds harder in his chest and he finds he has to bury his fists in his hoodie pockets to keep them from latching onto Langa’s side.

He grinds his teeth, the urge to bite, to claim hitting him in waves throughout the day. Anytime Langa grins at him he wants to grab him. Whenever someone else, especially another Alpha, speaks to him, he wants to claw at them to get away.

It’s unreasonable.

It’s wrong.

He has no right to feel this way.

As the day wears on it becomes harder and harder to focus on anything other than staying in control. As such he doesn’t think to stop Langa from going to S that night. But now that they’ve reached the gates he can feel the fear beginning to scrape at his stomach.

Adam will most definitely be here.

Just the thought pulls a growl from his throat.

“Reki?” Langa says.

Reki shakes his head, “I’m fine.”

Langa hums, “Do you think Adam will let me beef him tonight?”

Reki actually snarls, startling Langa and making him a take a step back. Reki’s eyes widen, and he covers his mouth quickly, “Sorry, I…I don’t know what that was.”

Langa blinks, moving forward again, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Reki repeats, bringing his hand up to wipe some sweat off his brow, “Just a headache.”

Langa looks like he wants to say more, but before he can, a hand appears on his shoulder. He turns to see Adam behind him, smiling his usual devilish smirk.

“It’s good to see you again, Snow,” Adam greets.

Langa stumbles as he’s ripped away from Adam. Reki has pulled him by his shirt front with enough force to tear some of the buttons completely free. Langa is about to complain until he looks at Reki, and sees that his eyes have gone dark.

“Reki?” Langa asks.

“Oh dear,” Adam muses, tapping a hand to his chin, “Is the mutt having his first rut?”

Langa’s eyes widen, looking more closely at Reki. He’s eyes are dark, his teeth bared and pointed, the hair on his head stands on end, and he wont take his eyes offAdam.

Langa knows nothing about ruts. All he knows is that they plague Alphas at a much more infrequent rate than heats do for Omegas. He tries to think if his Dad ever said anything about them when he was younger. But he doesn’t remember his Dad even having any ruts, probably because he was married to a Beta…

Is Reki like this because of him?

“Isn’t that cute,” Adam continues, “Synching up so soon?”

Reki growls.

Langa swallows and tries to pry Reki’s hand off him. That only cause Reki’s face to swing toward him, teeth flashing. He nips at the air just by Langa’s throat, taking the breath from him. It’s a clear message. Stay.

“Are you alright, Snow?” Adam asks.

“Uh, yeah, um,” Langa doesn’t know what else to say. He searches in Reki’s expression for anything, but his gaze is far off and furious.

He’s not used to Reki being furious.

“Have you ever been with an Alpha in rut?” Adam asks.

Langa finds himself heating up at the question. He shakes his head.

Adam hums, “It’s quite terrifying. Violent, even without the necessary precautions.”

Langa’s eyes widen. He doesn’t remember ever hearing anything like that. But what did he know?

“It’s painful too, of course,” Adam continues, taking a step closer. Reki snarls, shoving Langa behind him. “For him. All this aggression, it comes from the pain of it.”

“He’s in pain?” Langa asks, alarmed. He tries to move to look at Reki’s face, but the Alpha keeps shoving him back, creating a wall between him and Adam.

“Do you want to help him? Like he helped you?”

Langa blinks, his head shooting up to look at Adam, “How…How do you know about that?”

“Because the mutt asked for my help of course,” Adam says sweetly.

Langa opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out of him. His memories of that moment were hazy at best, but all he can remember is Reki above him, Reki surrounding him, Reki filling him up when he needed him most.

“It looks like you need my help again,” Adam continues. He takes a step forward, and that’s the last straw for Reki. The Alpha lunges but Adam is taller, older, stronger, and smacks him upside the head with enough force to send him sprawling to the ground.

“Reki!” Langa shouts, rushing to his side. He’s breathing, but his body has gone lax. Langa gapes up at Adam, who is adjusting his glove.

“For our safety,” Adam explains with a shrug, “Come. I’ll have Tadashi fetch a car.”

Langa stares at him and then back at Reki, “What?”

“You want to help him right?” Adam reminds him, “Then you have to listen to me.”

Langa frowns but the words make sense. And if Reki had asked Adam for help then it would make sense for Langa to do the same. The idea of Reki being in pain is too much for him to bear. He hates seeing him like this, on edge and angry.

So he nods, carefully picking Reki up in his arms and following the older man down the road and away from the crowd of skaters who had barely given them and their altercation a second glance.

Langa frowns as he waits by the door with Adam. He’d tried to go further, but Adam had caught his wrist in a stern grip to keep him still. Before them sat a large bed, and on top of that was Reki, only now coming to.

Tadashi, as Langa had come to learn his name, was sitting on the bed as well, setting the last buckle in place for the muzzle now secured tightly around Reki’s head. Langa swallows at the sight, his fingers digging into his palms.

“Is that, is that necessary?”  he asks.

Adam hums, the sound reverberating against Langa’s back. When did Adam get so close? He could feel all of him against him. His smell hit him too then, dark and rusty blood. He inhales sharply when Adam circles an arm around his waist to tug him closer. He’s hit with another strong wave of Adam’s pheromones.

He feels a flush begin to color his face.

“Alphas in rut are dangerous,”Adam murmurs, his breath tickling his neck.

Langa shrugs his shoulders, trying to shield his vulnerable throat. The hand on his hip tightens its grip in retaliation and he hisses.

“Reki,” Langa says, disentangling himself, “We’re here to help Reki.”

Adam lets out a groan as the boy’s heat leaves him. Langa doesn’t seem to notice, climbing up onto the bed to reach Reki’s side.

Reki groans, tilting his head to the side and blinking up at Langa. The muzzle not only cages around his mouth, but a leather strap within gags him, keeping him from speaking. Reki realizes this just as Langa does and starts biting at, making surprised gurgling noises.

His hands come up to start tugging at the muzzle. Tadashi moves quicker, taking hold of each wrist and wrenching them back above Reki’s head. Reki lets out a garbled snarl as he strains but Tadashi holds firm.

Langa stares at him, shocked.

He tries to say something, opening his mouth, only to choke on more pheromone. It’s not just Adam’s filling up the room. Tadashi is an Alpha too, and his scent of ink and pavement coats Langa’s senses. Struggling to compete with the two is Reki’s vibrant scent of wood shavings and summer. It’s too much.

Hands circle around Langa’s waist, tugging him flush against Adam’s chest. He lets out another gasp.

“Relax, Snow,” Adam murmurs into his ear.

Something finally clicks for Langa in that moment.

He’s alone in a room with three Alphas.

He swallows.

Reki squirms, trying to bark something through his muzzle. Langa wishes they’d take it off him, but he doesn’t recognize the darkness in Reki’s eyes. Langa wasn’t himself in heat, he knew that. So it’s not weird to think Reki would be different in rut.

He grunts as Adam pushes against him. He can feel Adam’s hardness against his clothed rear and his heart picks up speed as he tries to pull away.

“Oh Snow,” Adam moans, “You will be the death of me.”

Langa doesn’t know what that means.

“Sir,” Tadashi says. Langa had almost forgotten he was there, still keeping Reki immobile. “I must draw the line somewhere.”

“Did I give the dog permission to speak?” Adam snaps and Langa’s skin prickles at the tone. He crawls forward, putting more distance between him and Adam. He kneels atop Reki instead and his presence seems to calm the other boy. Reki’s hips rock up into Langa and Langa can’t help the gasp.

Reki is hard.

Langa grinds down against him instinctively earning a muffled moan from the Alpha beneath him. The sound runs straight through Langa and he can feel himself start to get wet.

“Buying silence can only go so far,” Tadashi continues.

Adam grits his teeth, “Then it’s your ass on the line here.”

Tadashi looks down at the sheets under him and nods. Adam snorts.

Reki strains seeking out Langa’s heat by trying to lift his hips up as much as he can with how he’s being held down. Langa grinds into him, fingers splayed out on Reki’s chest for purchase. He can feel a haze growing over him.

It’s different than his heat. But still distracting enough to make his reaction times slow. It takes him an extra moment to realize Adam is grabbing him again, pushing him down onto all fours. “What are you—”

“You want to help your friend, don’t you?” Adam reminds.

“Yes, I—”

“Well, I’m going to tell you exactly what you need to do.”  Adam punctuates his sentence by tearing Langa’s jeans down and off his ass, taking his boxers with him. Langa lets out a gasp, his hips rising instinctively. He can hear Reki growling and the sound only makes him wetter.

“Beautiful,” Adam murmurs, “My, you are excited.”

Langa flushes, trying to pull away again. Adam grips his hips tightly to keep him from getting far.

“Sir—”

“I’m not,” Adam huffs at Tadashi, annoyed. Then his voice pitches back to his sultry tone, “Snow, you need to do as I do. Take his pants off.”

Langa takes in a deep breath, gagging at the heat and scent of the room. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the order. With trembling fingers he undoes the button on Reki’s pants, pulling them down enough to reveal his boxers and the head of his engorged cock.

Langa’s mouth goes dry as all his fluids run downward, spilling out of him as anticipatory slick.

Adam moans at the sight.

“Snow,” he urges, bringing his face close to Langa’s rear, “Use your mouth on him.”

“My mouth?” Langa repeats, his voice strained. Reki is big.

“Like this,” Adam replies, and swipes his tongue along Langa’s slit. Langa cries out, his legs squeezing together. Adam pries him apart to continue eating him out, his tongue forcing its way through his opening.

Reki thrashes, seemingly feeding off Langa’s emotions. He almost manages to kick Adam right in the head. He lets out another angry shout before Tadashi tightens his grip on him. All Langa can do is bite down no his moans to keep them inside him.

“He’s in pain, Snow,” Adam says, “Because you’re taking too long.”

Langa blinks rapidly, still trying to get his bearings. He’d never felt anything like that before and his arms shake as he tries to lift himself back up onto all fours. He looks up at Reki’s muzzled face, red and furious. His eyebrows are drawn taught. How much is he suffering? Because Langa is being too hesitant?

Reki was there for him. He would be here for him too.

With that, he tentatively lets his tongue lick at the head of Reki’s cock. Reki’s head falls back, moaning into the leather strip in his mouth. That reaction is enough to embolden Langa to circle his mouth around his length and swallow a bit of it down. Reki cries out, loud even through the muzzle.

“Good boy,” Adam whispers before diving his tongue back into Langa’s wet slit. Langa isn’t expecting it, and his whole body jolts, forcing more of Reki into his mouth. He chokes, his throat spasming around the cock, before managing to pull himself off.

He coughs, trying to catch his breath and wipe the fresh tears from his face. He grits his teeth as fingers dig into his strands of hair and bend him backwards. He lets out an instinctive whine that has Reki under him start thrashing once more.

Adam ignores the both of them, “Are you ready to take him, then?”

Langa takes in another heaving breath, straining to look Adam through the small eyes of his mask. His mouth hangs open from this angle but he can’t find the words to say yes. So all he does is nod.

Adam grins.

“Tadashi,” Adam orders, “Get under him.”

Tadashi sighs. Adam pulls Langa away from Reki to remove his added weight. Langa resists, longing for Reki’s sturdy warmth underneath him. Reki too seems to panic, his entire lower body twisting and turning to try to chase after Langa’s retreating form.

“Just wait a moment,” Adam breathes into the crook of Langa’s neck. His breath ghosts the sensitive glands there. They still bear the fading mark of Reki’s teeth on them. Adam finds himself snarling at the sight. Langa goes rigid at the sound, his heart almost leaping out of his chest. Reki lets out an angry howl.

Adam bends down, teeth ready to bite down on the mark and claim Snow as his own.

Or he would have, had Langa not turned his head so sharply to knock straight into his nose. Adam growls, letting go and pulling back to touch his face. He sees blood running down his fingertips. His mask has fallen away, split in half.

Langa glares at him, teeth bared and lips peeled back. Adam’s blood stains his forehead. Adam wants to lick the red droplets off him.

“Forgive me, Snow,” Adam says, pitching his tone low, “You understand how we can fall victim to our own instincts at times, don’t you?”

Langa squeezes his hands into fists but says nothing. He turns away in favor of making sure Reki is okay. He finds that Tadashi has slipped under him, his arms wrapped tightly around Reki’s chest, imprisoning his arms within their hold. The man has also managed to lose his pants at some point in the process..

Adam is behind Langa again and Langa tries to pull away. Adam grabs his hips, “Ready?” he asks.

Langa doesn’t know what he means.

But then he’s being lifted, only to be lined up with Reki’s waiting cock and slammed down on it. He cries out, his legs seizing, and his hands scrabbling for purchase on Reki’s chest, only to find Tadashi’s arms in the way.

Reki howls, bucking into the sudden heat overwhelming him. Langa whimpers in pain. He sighs in relief when Adam pins Reki’s hips down to stop him from ramming into him so quickly.

“Patience, mutt,” Adam snaps.

“Don’t call him that,” Langa hisses through his gritted teeth. Adam lets out a snort but doesn’t respond, in favor of running his fingers along Langa’s sides and hips.

Reki struggles with his forced imprisonment, desperate to chase into the warmth that surrounds his throbbing cock. Each movement sends another jolt through Langa and he pants, trying to get accustomed to what’s inside him. Reki is bigger than he remembered. The stretch is mind bending. But it’s good. It feels so good.

Reki lets out a sob, legs kicking out uselessly. The sound breaks Langa’s heart and he forces his eyes open, leaning forward to ask, “Reki?”

“He’s suffering, Snow,” Adam muses, never lessening the pressure he has on Reki’s hips. He only needs to do so with one hand. His other hand moves lower to pull the butt plug out of Tadashi’s ass Tadashi lets out a quiet grunt, but his expression doesn’t change besides that.

Langa frowns, “I’m here,” he says, letting his hand move further up to touch Reki’s face, “I’m here Reki. I’ll take care of you.”

Reki turns his face to nuzzle into the hand, only to be prevented by the damn muzzle. Another sob tears at his throat.

“He needs release,” Adam explains. Langa nods, feeling Adam move his hands to take hold of Langa’s hips and lift him up. Reki fights to stay inside but Adam lifts Langa up high enough that only the tip of his cock remains. And then he drops Langa down, drinking up both of their loud cries.

Adam’s own cock strains against his dress pants, and he finally pulls it out to press against Tadashi’s waiting hole. Tadashi lets out a soft a sigh into Reki’s hair.

Adam groans at the dry tightness, pressing his head into the center of Langa’s heaving back. He squeezes Langa’s ass, earning another desperate gasp.

“Fuck him,” Adam orders. “Milk him dry.”

Langa nods, squeezing his eyes as he focuses on lifting himself up to fall back down. With each movement, moans spill out of his open mouth, melting alongside Reki’s groans and cries. It feels so good, to have Reki inside him again. He’d spent the week fantasizing about it, longing for him to fill him to the brim again. “Reki,” he moans, his head dropping down as he pants. “Reki, Reki.”

Reki fucks into him as best he can, his head straining to reach Langa’s. Adam rams into Tadashi in time with Langa’s movements. He’s no longer holding onto Langa, his hands preoccupied  with gripping Tadashi’s hips for purchase. Tadashi himself has also become distracted, his face burrowed deep into Reki’s tousled hair.

“Reki,” Langa moans. With his new found freedom he moves his hands to pull at the muzzle on his face, unbuckling the strap and tugging it down to hang around Reki’s neck. Reki takes in a huge gulp of air, swallowing thickly. His face is a mess of saliva and tears, but he’s so beautiful still, and the sight only sends more slick running down Langa’s shaking thighs.

“Langa,” Reki croaks, lifting his head up. Langa closes the distance, kissing him deeply. Both of them moan, wet and needy. Reki can’t touch Langa, still trapped by Tadashi’s iron clad grip, but he makes up for it with his mouth. When Langa pulls back to cry out from Reki’s powerful thrusts, Reki kisses at his face, his jaw, any piece of skin he can reach.

“Reki, you’re so big,” Langa groans, his legs shaking with the effort to keep fucking himself on Reki’s cock. His head is swimming, his body spasming around Reki’s thickness. He’s not going to last for much longer.

“Mine,” Reki hisses.

Langa moans, his eyes fluttering. He thinks to just moments earlier where Adam had tried to claim him. Anger spikes in him, renewing his resolve. How dare he. Reki is his, and he wants the world to know it. He wants Reki to know it. To know this isn’t wrong, that he wants him. He wants him so badly that it surpasses want entirely. He needs him.

“Reki,” Langa pleads, “Bite me, Reki. Take me, take me, claim me.” With each beg he thrusts his neck toward Reki, showing off his pale skin and fading mark. Reki doesn’t hesitate, his teeth sink down into Langa’s flesh with a possessive growl. Langa sees white, clamping down tightly around Reki and dropping his head down. Reki cums then too, filling him with his hot seed. Langa sighs, falling limply against his chest. He doesn’t slip out, Reki’s knot swelling to keep them stuck together.

The bed still shakes with Adam’s thrusts into Tadashi, but soon he’s cumming too with a grunt. He pulls out and Tadashi lets his legs fall down onto the bed with a resounding thump. His arms relax and Reki hurries to sit up, earning a strangled sound from Langa at the sudden sharp movement. Reki wraps his arms around Langa, pulling him impossibly closer and sending a fierce glare toward the other two Alpha’s in the room.

“Still so aggressive?” Adam wonders, digging through the side table for one of his cigarettes. Tadashi stands up, not seeming to notice the cum sliding down his thighs. He leaves for the attached bathroom to retrieve a few wet towels.

“Stay away from him,” Reki growls.

Langa nuzzles into his cheek, “Are you feeling better?”

“Langa,” Reki starts, unsure what to say. His eyes fall to the bruise blossoming on his neck, “Were you…were you serious?”

Langa hums, leaning in to kiss him. He pulls back with a lazy, satisfied smile, “You’re mine. And I’m yours.”

Reki reddens, looking to the side. His hands squeeze Langa closer.

Langa sighs, resting his head against Reki’s shoulder. His strength leaves him, wrapped up in his Alpha’s scent. He relaxes completely, feeling full and satisfied and safe. It’s not until he drifts completely to sleep.

“You’re welcome,” Adam says from his side of the bed.

“I didn’t ask for this,” Reki hisses.

“Oh? You don’t want him? I’ll happily taking him off your hands.”

Reki snarls and Adam chuckles.

Tadashi returns any remnants of what he had done erased from his person. He moves toward Adam, wordlessly wiping down his front and then redressing him. Reki doesn’t understand how an Tadashi could stand acting this way toward another Alpha. He looks away.

“Tadashi can take you home,” Adam continues, blowing smoke straight into Tadashi’s face. “If you want these moments to remain private, I do expect your silence.”

Reki’s mouth pressed into a thin line. Adam presses a button and a screen appears, showing pictures of him and Langa in the throws of ecstasy. He reddens and looks away, pressing Langa closer to him.

“We also have money we can throw your way,” Tadashi offers, moving toward him with a fresh towel.

Reki cringes, “We’re not prostitutes.”

Adam lets out a bark of a laugh.

Tadashi hands the towel over, and Reki is grateful for the agency to wipe his own body down and clean off Langa’s sleeping form.

“Your rut will hit you again in a few hours,” Adam mentions, “You sure you don’t want to stick around?”

“We’re going,” Reki snaps.

“Well, the offer stands, if you ever change your mind.”

Reki shudders, but the idea is planted in his head regardless.