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(Earth 456)

The smell is all wrong, that‘s the first thing he notices, even before he opens his eyes. It’s duller, farther away and muted, merely a faint memory of a scent that still lingers in some part of the brain, while the world has long since forgotten. 

When he opens his eyes and looks around, he finds himself in unfamiliar surroundings. A small, sleek black room with gold fixtures, elegant yet quite cold despite the warm hues. It looks expensive and entirely pretentious. Something he might have preferred when he was still living alone, before the whimsy of his mate‘s interior design taste moved in with him. 

There is a black mask on the nightstand, geometrical and just as cold, belonging to someone who might want to keep the world shut out — or himself shut in, he can‘t entirely tell.

Yet the most disturbing thing, that finally jumpstarts Hwang In-ho into action — his omega is not sleeping next to him. Worse, he can‘t even detect his scent, that familiar honey-sweet warmth, which with time has settled throughout their entire house. It is nowhere to be found, not even on himself anymore, and that is a truly alarming discovery. 

He jumps out of the bed and is startled by how much slower his body is reacting than he is used to, as if he is still half asleep. His clothes are unfamiliar too, a grey coat with a sleek cut — who would sleep in something like this? He does not know why his hands instinctively reach for the mask and put it on, but he has always trusted his instincts. It fits as if it was made just for him. 

“Gi-hun?“ he calls out into the silence, heart thumping in a rhythm that makes him a bit nervous. The voice comes out distorted, which irritates him for a second, before his brain provides that there is also safety in it. Whoever this mask belongs to, if he is lucky enough, he might just pass for him. 

But where is his mate? Did he get sick again from their little one pressing up against his insides?

“Gi-hun? Baby, are you here?“

He looks around, leaves the strange bedroom and finds himself in a corridor with doors lining both sides, more black and gold, all built in a way that feels almost claustrophobic. He does not recognize any of it and he has to take a deep breath and center himself for a second, because his body feels so off. He can‘t tell if Gi-hun is even in this strange apartment, let alone someone else. 

Is he alone? He walks towards one end of the hallway that opens into a bigger space. He finds one singular armchair in front of a big screen. In-ho stills. There he is, looking slightly strange in the black and white grainy footage — his mate. For a second relief simply washes over him, until he notices the shorter hair, the thinner face, the ugly stained tracksuit. And one thing he can absolutely tell: his mate is in distress. He needs to get to him now. 

Before he can form a plan, there is a knock on the far opposite door. In-ho turns, walks back through the narrow corridor and — can’t find a door handle. He looks around, there is a button, he pushes it with his gloved hand, nothing happens, maybe fingerprint? He looks up into a red blinking light and — beep, the door slides open. 

He almost takes a step backwards, but thankfully his body falls into a familiar alpha posture that is supposed to be just shy of threatening. 

“Sir,“ the person in front of him says. 

They are dressed in a pink suit and also wear a mask, albeit one with less angles and a white square on it. What an odd outfit, but he supposes, it explains his own over the top attire. 

It irritates In-ho that he can neither smell their first nor second sex characteristics, but from the stance and build, he might be talking to a beta male. 

“Where is m–,” he almost ends in “my mate“, but instead finishes with “Gi-hun?“

It is a gamble to start with this question before he has found out anything more about this place. But he needs to know. 

The pink suit hesitates just a second too long before he answers. 

“Player 456 is in the cell you asked to secure him in. Would you like me to bring him to you?“

“Yes.“ 

“Very well, sir.“

It takes too long and In-ho can do nothing but pace for almost twenty minutes. 

When there is finally another knock on the door, the first thing In-ho sees is more pink. Behind the pink mask he saw the first time, there are two triangle masks with machine guns in their hands, and two circle masks that have struggling a Gi-hun between them. 

The gray track suit is actually green with the number 456 on the left chest and a red X on the right one. Both weapons are pointed at him while he does his best to thrash against the hold, even though his hands are cuffed behind his back and his feet are shackled with a short chain that will only allow very short steps. 

What is this supposed to mean and why is Gi-hun seemingly a highly guarded prisoner? Yet the worst thing — Gi-hun is not so much trying to get away from the guards, as he is trying to lunge towards In-ho. 

“You killed him, you fucking killed him!“ Gi-hun is snarling, eyes wild and angry, his whole body struggling to get to In-ho. 

At least he is alive! Bloody, sweaty, struggling and yelling, but alive. 

“Dismissed.“ In-ho looks at the square masked guard, suspecting a sort of hierarchy behind the different shapes. 

“Sir?“ The tone is unsure, as if the pink square is unsure if In-ho can handle his own omega. 

“Leave. Him,“ he snarls in his best alpha tone, mostly sure now that he somehow outranks the pink soldiers.    

Even with a mask on, In-ho can tell the square guard still has a doubtful look on his face, while the circle guards finally push Gi-hun into the room and down the corridor.  

Gi-hun is thrashing against their hold, keeping his eyes on In-ho, who leads them towards the armchair. 

”You bastard, you killed him!“ 

His omega was always stubborn, and even though In-ho has no idea what he is talking about, he can feel the distress and anger rolling off Gi-hun. He is agitated in a way In-ho has never seen him, and it makes worry pool deep in his stomach. 

When they have almost reached the armchair, Gi-hun manages to fight his way out of the guards’ grip, giving him a chance to lunge at In-ho. 

But the chain binding his shackled feet together is too short, and In-ho‘s body too slow to react, so Gi-hun just stumbles forward and crashes face first to the floor. In-ho forces himself not to make a fuss, even when his mate wiggles towards him. Tears are streaming down his face and it‘s not quite the usual omega whine, but it still hits In-ho like a punch. 

“I hate you, you killed him, you killed them all!“

The square guard pulls a small key out of his pocket and puts it on the table next to a glass and a bottle of whiskey, then gives a short bow, before all five of them leave. 

As soon as the door closes behind them, In-ho crouches down and pulls Gi-hun off the floor, trying to gently guide him into the armchair. 

“It‘s me, baby it‘s In-ho, are you hurt?“

But Gi-hun does everything in his power to charge at In-ho again, who finally just pulls him into a tight embrace. 

The struggling omega is still yelling and crying, but for a moment he doesn‘t care, too occupied with the relief to see his mate alive and well. 

”Did you hurt yourself, did you fall on your belly?“ 

He pulls off both of his gloves and throws them carelessly to the side, before he slides one hand onto Gi-hun‘s stomach. The tracksuit is so bulky that he couldn’t really see any baby bump before, but now that he can feel his omega, his belly is entirely too flat, curving inwards, no baby and not even any food for days, it seems. 

A cold terror runs down In-ho‘s spine. 

“What have they done to you, did they hurt you, did they do something to the baby?“ The words come out cold and mangled through the voice modulator, even when In-ho feels frantic and like he is about to throw up in this stupid mask. 

But Gi-hun doesn’t really hear him. Instead sobs of “I hate you, I will kill you!“ leave Gi-hun‘s mouth. 

“I know baby, I know,“ he whispers. The mask distorts his voice, but his alpha pheromones should calm the omega down any second now. 

Somehow it doesn‘t happen. 

Gi-hun keeps struggling, distress wafting off him in waves, and all In-ho can do is to hold him close, hold him through it, comfort him without words, hoping the body contact will work its magic on his omega like it always does, until after what feels like an eternity, Gi-hun has finally tired himself out. 

He slumps into In-ho‘s arms, still sobbing, but no longer struggling. 

“Shhh, I got you. I‘ll take care of you,“ In-ho whsipers, petting a hand through Gi-hun‘s hair. 

“You killed him…“ 

He did not, would never do anything to his mate, especially not pregnant. He would never ever harm his child, he would do anything for the two of them. 

“You killed Jung-bae…“

What?

“Why would I kill a beta?“ he asks incredulously. 

Finally Gi-hun is tired enough to let himself be gently guided into the armchair. This stupid mask must confuse his mate, maybe everything here is so muted that he can‘t smell In-ho after all. He finally pulls the mask off. 

But instead of the relief he expected, there is a look of horror on Gi-hun‘s face. 

“Young-il?“ The words are barely a whisper. “You‘re… alive?“

Apparently there is a lot of killing going on in this place, if his mate is this rattled. 

“Yes of course, but Gi-hun it‘s me, In-ho,“ In-ho says.

“In-ho…“ There is absolutely no recognition in the way Gi-hun repeats his name. ”You are the frontman.“ It isn’t a question. 

“What are you talking about? I woke up in this strange place without you by my side, you call me Young-il, you think everyone‘s dead?“

He has tried to hold it together as best he could, but the hollow way Gi-hun says his name finally makes him start to unravel. For the first time in a long time, control is slipping through his fingers fast. 

Gi-hun huffs. The tears are starting to ebb, and his eyes are glassy and empty. 

“You betrayed me.“ 

It isn’t even an accusation, just a simple statement. 

“Just like Oh Il-nam. You pretended to be my friend and I — I believed you.“ 

The fight has entirely gone out of him now, which, in a lot of ways, is even more frightening than seeing his omega snarling and wild. 

“Something is very wrong,“ In-ho finally says. 

“Yeah no shit. You run a death game for fun. And I’m your silly little racehorse, aren’t I?“ 

“What are you talking about?“ In-ho kneels down before Gi-hun, hands on his knees, so they are eye to eye. 

This isn‘t his omega. He is sure now. He can‘t smell him very well, but there is a hint of bitterness his Gi-hun never had. And when he takes a closer look, there are less smile lines on his face, he is thinner and looks almost gaunt. 

This omega isn‘t his, but In-ho still feels a deep worry for him. 

“Don’t touch me,“ Gi-hun whispers, no bite in his words, and with his hands cuffed behind his back, he can‘t do anything about it. Would he want to?

“The last time I saw you, you were five months pregnant with our child. We are a mated couple. I don‘t run any death games and you don‘t hate me...“

Gi-hun just rolls his eyes. 

“Either this is some very hurtful prank, or I – I woke up in a different universe or something.“ 

“You are crazy if you think I will ever believe any of this bullshit.“ The coldness in Gi-hu‘s words hurts, but at least In-ho finally starts to make sense of everything strange in this place. 

“I’m serious! This isn’t my body! It’s slower, I can’t smell everything I’m used to. And you act like you don’t even know me when we are mated with a baby on the way, because you aren’t you! There must be a way to prove it to you!“

“Maybe you hit your head and now you are even more of a crazy bastard than you already were.“ Gi-hun laughs entirely without humor. 

“If this is a different universe, there must be similarities. I have the same name, the same body. Obviously there are some differences.“ He slides his tongue over his upper teeth to feel the lack of fangs. 

“So there must be things that only I know about you. Like that your secret kimchi ingredient is pineapple juice!“

Gi-hun‘s eyes widen slightly, but he still shakes his head. 

“Anyone could know that.“

Alright then. Something more intimate. 

“You go crazy when I kiss your inner thighs.“

In-ho leans into Gi-hun‘s space, both hands sliding up his thighs, gently squeezing the inside of them to demonstrate his point. 

Gi-hun swallows. “You – you have never done that. You and me, we will never… if you come any closer I will kill you.“

In-ho looks right into Gi-hun‘s eyes, hands sliding up even higher. 

He can‘t stay here. He can‘t live without his mate, and the way this omega looks at him is filled with hate and hurt. In-ho desperately misses his Gi-hun and the way his eyes fill with only love when they look at each other. 

“You think she will be a girl,“ he whispers. “You want to name her Ga-yeong.“

Gi-hun makes a hissing sound, then curls his lips. In the next second he jerks his chin forward and spits into In-ho‘s face. “Fuck you!“

In-ho lifts up one hand and wipes the saliva away. Really, he‘s had worse from his mate

“Don’t you dare mention my daughter to me, don’t you dare mention her! And you know what her name is!“ Gi-hun roars. “Don‘t act like that is some special knowledge from a different universe or some shit!“

So this Gi-hun already has a daughter with someone else? In-ho feels a pinch of jealousy he quickly pushes down. Focus. 

“You have nightmares of losing her to tuberculosis.“

Gi-hun blinks. Ah, now they are getting somewhere. 

“How would you know about that?“

“You told me. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night screaming and I hold you and caress your belly until you fall back asleep.“

Gi-hun looks away, a slight flush coloring his pretty face. 

“That‘s utter bullshit.“

“You said your mother told you that‘s how she lost your sister.“

Gi-hun is silent, unmoving. In-ho needs to pounce now. 

“Say I‘m lying.“

“You‘re lying.“

Time for desperate measures. 

“Apparently I am the one calling the shots around here, right? And you seem to be a prisoner, I can help you get out! Why don‘t you just tell me everything you know so I can figure out why I’m here? I might have a chance to return to my omega!“

“If what you say is true and my In-ho is with some other version of me, your omega is already dead. In-ho hates me.“

In-ho swallows at the first part. No. He has to believe no version of himself would ever harm any version of Gi-hun!

“This In-ho doesn‘t hate you,“ he finally says. “To the contrary. I can feel this body‘s heartbeat quicken and its temperature rise slightly when I look at you, my pupils dilate — and there is a bit of tightness in my groin.“ 

Gi-hun groans, but he blushes even as he rolls his eyes. 

“Please stop…“ 

The anger is now mostly gone and a painful look on his face. 

“I can‘t smell you the way I can smell in my own body, but this body is definitely drawn to you.“

“For fuck‘s sake,“ Gi-hun groans, and looks down to hide his beet-red face. Shame. 

“Even though this body is not as powerful as my own, I think if he wanted to kill you, he would have. But you arouse him.“

“Please just shut the fuck up!“ At this point it‘s really more of a plea than it is a demand. 

Got you, In-ho thinks to himself, and for the first time since waking up in this nightmare, he feels a twinge of hope. 

Chapter Text

(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. 

Chapter Text

(Earth 456)

"So what you‘re telling me is in your universe you‘re a dog? Yeah that fits…“ Gi-hun huffs with a humorless laugh. He is standing across from In-ho, now free from his shackles, freshly showered and dressed in a clean green tracksuit with the number 001 on it, that they found in In-ho’s closet. The grim expression on his face hasn’t changed. 

"I might be a dog, but you‘re still a bitch,“ In-ho smiles back. It just earns him another eyeroll. 

In-ho has to give it to him, this Gi-hun is feisty. His omega back home is sweeter, softer. There was a time when In-ho had been courting him, and Gi-hun would tease and frustrate In-ho, make him really work for it, play hard to get, and In-ho had loved the thrill of the chase much like any alpha would. 

But he isn‘t used to that much defiance nor bitterness. It makes him curious what exactly has happened. He gets the feeling that Gi-hun doesn’t really believe his story about accidentally switching here from another dimension. 

It is a tough sell, In-ho can admit, though maybe not much tougher than this dystopian hell where the rich kill thousands of poor people for sport. And more importantly, where he is the one killing them. Why would he ever dream to waste his time with silly games when this universe, too, has a perfectly good omega he could be fucking? Who in their right mind would ever choose this absurd murder playground over being balls deep in that gorgeous creature he calls his mate?

Gi-hun is as beautiful here as he ever was, tall and slender, with those big brown eyes that, despite everything, still let a flicker of kindness shine through, softening what has otherwise become a hardened expression. The adorable clumsiness of his omega replaced by a controlled hypervigilance that draws Gi-hun‘s brows together and sharpens the delicate features of his stunning face.  

He is skinnier than he should be, his lovely curves hidden underneath baggy clothes. In-ho wants to tear them off and glide his hands over Gi-hun’s skin, tracing the shape of every single protruding bone with his fingers. Maybe feed him a hearty dish of Jjimdak or Dak galbi. Then see his stomach full and round from something other than food… 

It might be an interesting challenge to break this omega in. Just a little, just to make it a bit easier for his other self.

"So you‘re telling me I run a death game in this world and you are actively working against me to stop it,” In-ho repeats what he has learned in the past few hours, as Gi-hun looks around the room, absently rubbing his wrists. "But your little rebellion failed and now you don’t have a plan B.“

“My plan would have worked perfectly if you weren’t a double-crossing son of a bitch,” Gi-hun snarls at him, and it is so sincere that goosebumps run down In-ho’s spine. This defiance and bitchiness is enticing, and he craves more of it. 

“Should have known better than to trust me I guess,” In-ho says with a wink, and the look he gets back is deliciously furious. 

“I will kill you!” Gi-hun spits at him, hands balling into fists, pacing a few feet down the hallway before he returns to where In-ho is perched at the edge of the leather armchair, mask carefully placed on the table next to him. The anger in his omega is unusual, but oh so thrilling.

“But first I need you to give me access to the VIPs. As the Frontman, you are the one who can get me close to them.” 

"The fuck is a Frontman?“ In-ho wonders out loud and Gi-hun just shrugs.

"I already told you that you‘re the guy who is heading this whole operation, they call you the Frontman. I think you are only in charge of the games, you work for someone else. Some really rich, powerful people. In my first game I met this old man who invented the games because he was bored. He and his friends, the VIP guests who fund all of this. I need to get to them!“

“If I run the games, I can just shut them down,“ In-ho thinks out loud. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Let everybody go and save their lives?”

“You are middle management at best, you can’t do shit!” Gi-hun roars. The frustration becomes more and more apparent the longer they go over their possible next steps. 

“Ouch,” In-ho can’t help but laugh. "That sounds bleak."

He knows he should probably take this more seriously, it‘s just hard when Gi-hun is so alluring to look at in his anger that In-ho wants to provoke it, drag it out of him like he usually does his mate’s precious moans.

"You deserve it!” Gi-hun hisses at him, pacing up and down again. “And yeah, well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bleak if you weren’t such a selfish asshole! Maybe if you could have found some last shreds of humanity in yourself we wouldn‘t be here!“

Gi-hun is slightly panting from his outburst, while In-ho just looks at him for a long moment. Their eyes meet. He can see the pain in them, the loss, and long years of isolation. 

The warmth and liveliness he adores are long gone, if they were ever there to begin with. As fun as it is to tease him, to see his mate — or this version of him anyway — in such desperation makes something in his heart heavy with the urge to hold him, to kiss it all better. 

”Look,” he finally says, tone even and placating. ”I don‘t know why your In-ho does what he does, and I don‘t really care. I just want to find out why I ended up here and, more importantly, how I can return home to my pregnant mate.“

Gi-hun whinces. "I can‘t imagine what on earth must have gone wrong for me to be your mate. Or let you knock me up.“

In-ho wriggles his eyebrows and gives Gi-hun a wide grin. "Like to find out?“ he asks, smile showing all his teeth.

Gi-hun scrunches up his entire face, but a slight pinkness of his cheeks and ears betrays him.

"What about your wife?“ he finally says, the tone very clearly accusing In-ho of something. 

"You‘re my wife“, In-ho replies, and the eyeroll that follows is entirely too precious and almost convinces him that his omega does indeed stand before him. 

"You have a wife at home. A pregnant wife. Or at least that‘s what you told me.“

"I don‘t know anything about a wife,“ In-ho replies. "I don‘t smell a wife on me. If she exists, I don‘t think she is still in the picture. And,“ he pats himself down lightly, "I can tell this body has not fucked in ages.“

In-ho smirks when that makes Gi-hun‘s cheeks color an even more intense shade of pink. Maybe there is still hope for this world’s In-ho after all. 

"So. The plan?“ In-ho returns to the topic, because while he would love to keep teasing Gi-hun, there is the rather more pressing issue of getting out of this mess and returning to his mate.

“You need to take me to the VIPs,” Gi-hun finally says. “They will want to see me after what happened. Parade me around in front of them and show them you have everything under control when they watch the next game.”

“So you want to let the next game happen?” In-ho asks. 

“I don’t want anything like that!” Gi-hun actually growls the cutest little omega growl at him. "But we need to act now — they are bound to be on high alert after what has happened. Show me off as your prisoner. Make an example out of me, of what happens if you try to disrupt the game. Show them you are in control.” 

That In-ho can do.  

“From there maybe we can collect some more information about the facility, see how many soldiers are left. We killed quite a few of them. And I need to find a way to alert my team. If I can just get them here, we have a chance.“

In-ho looks at the old-fashioned dial-up phone sitting on the nearby table. Gi-hun follows his line of sight and shakes his head. 

“Doesn’t work, I already tried.” 

Would have been too easy anyway.

So In-ho just nods. If this is really a death game run by a lunatic (himself apparently), then they will need as much information as they can get before they act. 

With that, In-ho puts his mask back on, and together they walk down the corridor to the sliding door. 

When it has scanned his mask to open, he motions for Gi-hun to take the lead, as he can‘t really tell where to go from here, and the view that greets him is a variety of colorful walls and doors.

Gi-hun takes a deep breath and strides past him.  In-ho catches a whiff of him, nervous anxiety mingled with something unmistakably omega, like fresh cotton and honey in sunlight. Even in the sadness of this world, it‘s addicting. 

But there are more pressing issues at hand, so In-ho takes one last look back into the suite, just to double-check they didn‘t miss anything that could be helpful on their mission. 

A sudden shove takes him by surprise, catching him so off guard that it makes him lose his balance. He stumbles back inside, almost falling, only in the last second does he manage to keep himself upright.

Behind him he can hear the frantic footsteps of Gi-hun running down the corridor. 

"Fuck!“

Fucking stubborn omega!

In-ho turns back around, barely able to see enough as the mask narrows his field of vision. 

When he finally runs down the pastel hallway, the omega is already way ahead of him. The man has long legs, so it‘s a good thing In-ho is in incredible shape even here. The corridors twist and turn, create different paths, and at one such intersection Gi-hun takes a moment too long to decide his next path. It gives In-ho the necessary time to catch up quickly before someone can see this ridiculous display of disobedience. 

When Gi-hun runs again, In-ho is there, getting closer and closer, until he finally, with a jump, grabs him. The force of his body crashing into the other makes them both stumble, but In-ho can catch his balance, clutching the struggling omega in his arms. 

"No!“ Gi-hun yells, thrashing and flailing in an attempt to escape his grip. 

"Shhhhh“ In-ho hisses, his voice coming out funny through the modulator. He drags the kicking and shoving man back the way they came. 

"Let me go you asshole, you think I believe a word you say?“ Gi-hun strains against him, his face twisted with fury, "Fuck you, You’re a fucking traitor, I will kill you, fuck you!“

Not this shit again, In-ho thinks, his omega is nothing if not persistent in his convictions, no matter how wrong. It seems like In-ho needs to show him who is in charge. 

He presses a gloved hand over Gi-hun‘s mouth to shut him up, holding the thrashing man close as he forces him back the way they came. 

It’s not as easy as he thought, because Gi-hun is surprisingly not as frail as he looks, and rather strong. In-ho is used to a greater imbalance between them, alphas are always rather stronger than omegas, made to protect them. 

When he finally reaches the sliding door back at the suite, he pushes Gi-hun back inside, commanding his moves and not letting him escape his grip. 

Gi-hun continues fighting him, and In-ho is losing his patience fast. He drags him all the way to the armchair. 

"Listen,“ he hisses, tearing the mask off his face to hear his real voice again, "I am not lying!”

In one swift motion, In-ho pushes Gi-hun face down over the backrest of the armchair, pressing his upper body into the leather with his ass propped up in the air. 

Then he drapes himself over the whole length of Gi-hun‘s back, pressing his weight into him, making him feel the connection of their bodies. 

If Gi-hun insists on behaving like a brat, In-ho will treat him as such. And as his alpha, he will show him the dominance he needs to calm down. 

When he tries to hold him by the scruff of his neck, he finds the skin there too smooth, so he opts to squeeze his hand around it instead. 

Gi-hun squeals in surprise and his body automatically relaxes a degree, as to lessen the tension. 

In-ho uses the moment to press his groin into the sweet curve of the omega‘s ass, reminding Gi-hun exactly what he was made for, that his place is always and only on his alpha‘s cock. 

When Gi-hun starts struggling again, uselessly trying to wriggle out of In-ho‘s hold, In-ho slides his hand around to the front of Gi-hun‘s slender neck, holding him in a light choke, then pushes his nose into the skin of the nape, taking a deep breath of that oh so enticing omega smell. For a moment In-ho wants to fuck him right here, but this is not about sex, this is about showing the omega who is in control. 

Gi-hun just doubles his efforts to no avail. In-ho has to surpress a grin, his omega is so fucking precious, and the rubbing of his ass against In-ho’s cock makes this entirely too pleasant. Gi-hun needs to feel him there, needs to be reminded of his place, the position forcing him to present his ass for breeding like a needy omega in heat, begging his alpha to be filled. 

He thinks this Gi-hun probably can’t get pregnant, although he would surely like to try. If there is a Gi-hun in every universe, he should be knocked up in each one, too, full and heavy with In-ho’s seed, bearing In-ho‘s offspring, birthing his legacy one after the other.  

He lets Gi-hun struggle, relishes in the demonstration of strength, of letting Gi-hun push and wriggle and cry out, not gaining an inch, uselessly fighting in his arms. It is intoxicating, that power, that closeness, Gi-hun grinding his ass into him with every helpless move, increasingly despairing, tiring. 

"You think I want to stay in this shithole and deal with your fucking bullshit when I have a pregnant omega at home who needs me?“ In-ho purrs into Gi-hun‘s ear. "You think I want to deal with your bitch ass? You‘re lucky you are a carbon copy of my mate and I love it when he gets feisty…“ 

He presses his teeth into the spot on Gi-hun‘s neck, where the scent gland should be, deep enough to leave marks, deep enough to hurt without breaking skin.

Gi-hun keeps struggling and In-ho has to admit, a part of him loves it. The courting of his bratty little omega had been so thrilling. But this Gi-hun might never be claimed. And while breeding him right now is surely tempting, there are more pressing matters at hand.

So he just keeps Gi-hun there, lets him exert himself, lets him cry out, weaker and weaker, tears falling down his face until he finally becomes lax and languid under him, the fight having gone out of him until everything that is left is heaving despair. 

In the end, an omega will always submit to his alpha, and In-ho feels deep satisfaction at the way Gi-hun‘s body relaxes for him, giving in to his alpha, showing submission in the way he whimpers, trembles, finally accepting In-ho as his master.

In-ho stops the bite, instead making soft shushing noises in his ear, while he gently wraps his arms around Gi-hun‘s slender form. 

"Shhh, it‘s okay, you will be okay.“

At last In-ho takes his weight off Gi-hun, pulls him up and into his arms, just holding him for a long moment so Gi-hun can calm down. 

"I really think our plan could work,“ he says to distract Gi-hun from his pain, "we need to know more about this place. If the VIPs are that powerful, we should meet them. Maybe they have something to do with the switch.“

Gi-hun is breathing heavy even now. He thinks for a moment, then nods. In-ho lets him go. 

When they are finally back on their feet, face to face, In-ho feels a wave of arousal still in his system. Damn, how long exactly did this body not fuck?

"Maybe I should breed you at least once,“ In-ho thinks out loud, half because he really should, half to get Gi-hun’s mind off of his troubles. 

Gi-hun makes the biggest eyes he has ever seen, absolutely silent for a moment, with his mouth hanging open in an indignant O. There is just the faintest little smell of arousal, In-ho is sure of it, even though his nose is not all it used to be. Finally Gi-hun snarls "Absolutely not! You are crazy!“

"I can feel how you are drawn to me. To your In-ho. Might as well get it out of your system while he is not here.“

In-ho winks. Gi-hun stares. And stares. And stares. 

When he realizes the hard eye contact he is making, he swallows thickly and finally turns away.

"I am not your precious omega and I never will be. You killed my best friend and I will kill you.“

"Oh keep talking“ In-ho purrs. He loves his omega defiant.

"Please just shut up...“ It is said with absolut exasperation, but at least the yelling has stopped. 

“I think it’s time now to go meet the VIPs,” In-ho answers, smoothing out some of the wrinkles this whole ordeal has left in his ridiculous outfit. He takes the mask from the end table. 

“I won‘t do anything that could endanger my safe return home to my pregnant mate. If you try to interfere again, I will chain you up, do you understand?“

Gi-hun nods. 

"So we will find out what is going on here and how to stop it,“ In-ho continues, "and, most importantly, how the switch happened in the first place.“

In-ho takes a step towards Gi-hun, who swiftly takes a step back. In-ho looks at him through his mask, voice coming out strangely distorted again. 

"You are lucky you arouse this body or I would make you walk behind me on your hands and knees like a dog.” 

Gi-hun pouts, his arms crossed in front of his flat chest, big brown eyes squinting at him in a show of defiance. It‘s adorable and entirely too exhausting. Then he nods. 

“Let’s go.” 

+++++++++

If In-ho thought his Frontman attire was ridiculous, the VIP gathering makes him look underdressed. The room is grand and gloomy, dark rich colors of green and maroon, extravagant and fancy. 

What at first glance appears to be furniture, is actually made out of living, naked people body-painted to blend in with the decor. 

There are several men with bejeweled animal masks on their faces, scattered across the furniture, actual and human alike. They turn as In-ho enters the room, walking with pronounced, self-assured steps like he owns it, Gi-hun trailing closely behind. 

"Ah Frontman, how good to see you!“ The greeting comes in English from a bear mask, who sounds American and walks up to him, clapping him on the shoulder like they are old friends. In-ho has to suppress the immediate urge to punch him in the face. Instead he bows. 

"My pleasure,“ he answers in the robotic voice he is almost used to now, unsure of whether they already met before, or if the guests have just arrived. 

"Excellent games, made even better by the second surprise game!“ comes a booming laugh from a lion mask, who is sitting on the couch with his legs up on the back of what appears to be a male human table. Interesting. 

As they move further into the room, Gi-hun stays close behind.

"First you get us a previous winner-” Bear says. 

"And what a winner it was!“ someone with an eagle mask interrupts in a French accent. "I remember him well, the little idiot who tried to walk away from the prize money, tried to end the game with no winner at all!“ 

"He was so close, too, only one more step!“ shouts a man in a deer mask.

"Walked away like an idiot and then his little friend killed himself!“ Eagle laughs.

"He cried like a little bitch!“ a buffalo mask joins in as the whole room erupts into laughter. In-ho is this close to killing them all. 

The whole Frontman attire comes with a handgun, not sufficient to shoot all of them before the guards step in, and some of the black suits discreetly lined up at the back seem to be personal bodyguards. In-ho would surely like to try his luck. 

A sudden touch on his arm makes him think it‘s Bear for a second, but he quickly realizes it‘s actually Gi-hun. Despite such a horrible past, he has enough composure to whisper "Don‘t.“ 

In-ho hasn‘t even realized he had clenched his fists as he quickly returns to a neutral pose. It seems to have gone unnoticed. 

"Trash, the lot of them!“ another man in a lion mask roars. 

"And then player 456 brings us another surprise game!“ Deer says with a look at Gi-hun that In-ho does not like at all. "I am more than intrigued by what you brought us today, Frontman. The Korean games have been most excellent so far, you keep outdoing yourself!“

At that moment bright lights suddenly turn on in another room next to them, previously unseen in the darkness, now visible through a large window. 

In-ho looks at a giant bubblegum machine. He has no idea what that is supposed to mean or what kind of game it could indicate. 

"As you enjoy my little surprises, I am sure you will be thrilled to discover the next game along with the contestants,“ he stalls, but he can tell Deer is disappointed even behind the mask. 

From somewhere in the shadows, suddenly another guard appears. He stands out from the rest, as his suit is black with pink piping, making him coherent with the others, while clearly setting him apart. 

"Allow me,“ he says in a tone that In-ho can only call snide. He can‘t see the man‘s face through the square mask, but he can tell from his posture that he needs to keep an eye on him. 

"Ah,” In-ho improvises, "Of course, gentlemen, my most trusted…“ He leaves the rest of the sentence hanging, trying to avoid a misstep by saying something clearly wrong. Apparently it is not good enough regardless, as Black Suit takes it upon himself to introduce himself.

"I am the Frontman‘s second in command,“ he says with a courteous bow. "I was entrusted by our highly regarded and dearly departed host, who wanted to make sure the games would continue on in his absence. They are his legacy after all.“

In-ho doesn’t know who exactly he is talking about. It seems to be someone very important, as the room takes a somber atmosphere for a moment, as all the VIPs fall silent, bowing to the memory of someone In-ho understands should be rotting in hell.

"Our Frontman is a highly busy man who has to oversee many different areas concerning the games. And as he was focused on a personal pet project at the time…“ the Black Suit says, and In-ho doesn‘t like the tone at all. 

"… he entrusted me to develop this particular game. I am sure you will most enjoy it. See, the players will be split into two groups with vastly different tasks.“

Suddenly In-ho can feel Gi-hun twitch beside him, as Buffalo is suddenly far too close. 

"Did you forget about my little request?“ he asks cheerfully in a lower tone, while the black guard and the other VIPs venture over to what seems like a miniature maze. 

"I was starting to wonder where this little troublemaker was off to, turns out you wanted him for yourself first,” Buffalo laughs. “Good thing I don’t mind sloppy seconds!” 

"Sir?“ In-ho says. He doesn‘t like this disgusting beta eyeing his omega. 

Gi-hun gives him the smallest shake of his head, a sign not to interfere. Does Gi-hun really want to be dragged off by this pathetic asshole? What is he hoping to gain from that?

"I asked you to have him brought to my suite for the night and you told me he was too injured. He doesn‘t look half bad right now!“

Gi-hun shifts uncomfortably as Buffalo gives him a slow look over the length of his body.

"We have excellent medical staff on the premises,“ In-ho says vaguely, but Buffalo only waves a disregarding hand and claps him on the shoulder again. 

"No, no, I really don‘t mind if you warmed him up for me!“ 

Another laugh and another hungry look at Gi-hun. 

"I can understand, he is quite a pretty little slut,“ Buffalo purrs. "I bet he looks gorgeous stuffed with a dick or two. I would invite you for another round, Frontman, but I already promised someone else and there are only two holes.“ 

Buffalo looks suggestively over to the other VIPs, though In-ho can’t tell which one he means. 

"Of course we might be able to get him loose enough for you to join after all, I will let you know.“ 

Gi-hun trembles next to him and In-ho has to collect all of his willpower to not kill Buffalo on the spot. No one will ever touch what‘s his. Never. Not in his universe and not in any other. 

"Anyway, I must insist he sit with me when we watch the game.“ 

Buffalo lifts a hand up to Gi-hun‘s face and pets his cheek, his intentions very clear. There is another almost imperceptible shake of Gi-hun‘s head as In-ho moves to step between them, shield his omega from this disgusting scum. 

"You can sit on my lap, beautiful boy. I can show you what I have in store for you as you watch your little friends die,“ Buffalo purrs into Gi-hun‘s ear. 

The hand moves around Gi-hun‘s neck, pulling him closer, pressing him into Buffalo‘s body. 

"I will make you moan like the pretty whore you are.“ 

The voice is lower, nothing sweet in it anymore, just the threatening self-assuredness of someone who thinks he owns the world. 

"Will make you beg,“ Buffalo whispers, hands sliding down his back now, squeezing hard. There is a high pitched tone piercing In-ho‘s ears, making him feel like his head will explode if he doesn’t stop this now. His omega, his, no one can touch Gi-hun and live, no one can even look at him, In-ho will claw Buffalo‘s eyes out with his fingernails, his omega, hiiiiis!

"Maybe I will make you bleed, will carve your skin as I fuck you, stuff you up while I watch your friends die…“ 

Gi-hun whimpers and that‘s it. 

In-ho steps between them, forcing Buffalo to take his hands back, let go, allowing In-ho to move his body between the two of them. 

No fucking beta bitch in a prey animal mask will EVER touch his omega, no matter which world, no matter the consequences, middle management or not. 

If he has to, he will kill everyone in this room.

"I‘m sorry sir,“ he says with the utmost politeness in his tone, but the snarl comes through even in the modulated voice.

"I am afraid I have claimed player 456 for myself. You may choose any other player of your liking and I will have them brought to you immediately.“

"What?“ Buffalo snaps, enraged and confused, clearly not used to being told no. "Who do you think you are?“ 

He takes another look at In-ho, then at Gi-hun. 

"I told you I want him and I demand him in my room right after this round or else I will—”

In-ho leans in closer, slow light steps, the hunter stalking his prey.

"Again, I am very sorry sir“ he says, absolutely no sorry in his voice at all. "Player 456. Is. Mine. Alone.“ 

His voice is calm and deadly.

The VIP splutters and falters, sinking down in himself. "Y-you work f-for me!“ he finally stammers — it‘s meek.

"Of course, sir.“ In-ho is softer now. "Let me or the staff know what we can do to make your stay the most comfortable it can be. But if you demand player 456 one more time, I must kindly ask you to leave.“ There is nothing kind in his voice at all.

Buffalo thinks for a moment, clearly considering to protest, to insist on Gi-hun, to show In-ho how powerful he is. It‘s a choice he wouldn’t survive. 

Then, finally: "I… I think player 124 may have caught my eye…“

"Excellent choice, sir, very well.“ In-ho bows. "I will let my staff know. Do you wish for him to participate in this round first, or do you want him to be brought to you right away?“

"After this round is fine,“ Buffalo says, tone now light and airy again, as if nothing happened. "I will take him either way.“

In-ho nods his head, grabs Gi-hun by the hand and drags him with him to sit on one of the couches while his second in command begins the game. 

+++++++++

When they are finally back in the Frontman’s suite, In-ho can’t wait to get rid of the uncomfortably scratchy coat and that awful mask. 

He wishes he hadn‘t witnessed the death of 22 people, or even worse, the disgusting cheers of the VIPs. And worst of all, Gi-hun quietly withdrawing, as he sat next to In-ho on the couch, huddled away to the side, keeping as much distance between them as possible. Watching in silence as his friends were forced to betray and kill each other, one by one, in order to survive.

At least now In-ho is able to piece together some of the things that might have led to the switch occuring.  

Gi-hun collapses into the armchair, drawing his legs up to hug his knees. 

“So after your rebellion failed, some of the VIPs wanted to have some fun with you,” In-ho grumbles, perching down on the armrest. 

He is still so angry, he itches to crush every single one of the VIP‘s skulls with his bare hands. Seriously considers going back out there to do just that.

“But it appears your In-ho protected you.”

Gi-hun just shrugs. “He was playing a part.” 

In-ho feels his agitation get close to bursting, a burning fire in his stomach that needs to show Gi-hun that, no, he wasn‘t just playing a part. An alpha protects his omega, always, in every fucking world in every last fucking dimension, and he needs Gi-hun to understand that. He sets the urge aside for the moment. 

"We should go to bed,“ he says instead. "That game was surely something.“

"I will take the–“ Gi-hun nods, looking around for something comfortable to sleep on, finding nothing. “… armchair,” he finishes. 

"Don‘t be ridiculous, you are sleeping in the bed with me. I am not your In-ho, so you don‘t need to keep me at a distance.”

Gi-hun doesn‘t look at him. 

"Don‘t make me drag you again,“ In-ho teases in a lighthearted tone. 

Gi-hun rolls his eyes, something that by now, In-ho almost thinks of as a signature, as often as Gi-hun does it. At last he gets up and follows In-ho to the bedroom. 

The bed is only a twin, hardly wide enough for two grown men to share comfortably, but they will make do. In-ho needs his omega close for a good night‘s sleep anyway. 

He takes off his shoes and pants, going to sleep in only a tank top and his boxer briefs, while Gi-hun takes off his shoes and the sweat jacket to reveal a white t-shirt. It will do. 

In-ho gestures for Gi-hun to get in first, but as this particular Gi-hun has a habit of always needing to argue about absolutely everything, he shakes his head.

"Do you really think I will let you run away again?“ In-ho asks with a smirk. Gi-hun presses his lips together until they are a thin white line. Hesitates. Looks around the room. And mercifully crawls into the bed, lying down on his back, scooting as close to the wall as he can get. Which is not very much at all. 

"You don’t look very comfortable,“ In-ho laughs, climbing in after him. 

"I am not tired,“ Gi-hun just says, staring at the ceiling. 

In-ho yawns and stretches his body out, then pulls the blanket over them both as best he can. It wasn‘t made to cover two people. 

"I can help you get tired,“ he says with the grin of a wolf in sheep‘s clothing.

"I hate you.“ It is said with no real bite behind it. Gi-hun just sounds defeated.

"You like me,“ In-ho answers. "This nose isn‘t all that, but I can still smell it on you.“

"I liked Young-il,“ Gi-hun snaps. 

"Who is that?“ In-ho asks. 

"I told you. He was you when you pretended to be another player. When you pretended to be my friend.“ 

"Ah, right. Well, I don‘t think this body did much pretending. It is drawn to you, too.“ 

"I am not drawn to you!“ Gi-hun shouts and sits up suddenly, fire in his eyes. It‘s nice to see. "I hate you! And as soon as my In-ho is back in his body, I will kill you!“

There is another yell and a sudden lunge, Gi-hun launching his whole body down onto In-ho, landing full force. He blindly swings his fists and even lands a few punches to In-ho‘s jaw. 

While it actually kind of hurts, In-ho can tell Gi-hun isn‘t a trained fighter. They wrestle for a moment, but it doesn‘t take long for him to grab the angry omega‘s wrists and hold them bound, effectively disabling Gi-hun’s attack. In-ho might not have his true alpha body, yet this one is still strong, easily overpowering the other man.

With one elegant roll, he flips them both over, lying on top of Gi-hun‘s struggling form, chest to chest, pushing him down. When Gi-hun tries to buck him off once more, In-ho pins his wrists above his head with one hand, spreading him out like a present. 

"Shhh“ he soothes, holding on tight, pressing close into him. 

He knows how to calm down a distressed omega, so he buries his nose in Gi-hun‘s neck, mimicking the movement of scenting him. 

His hips press between Gi-hun‘s legs, forcing them to spread open for closer contact. 

"Stop, that“ Gi-hun pants, but like before, he stands no real chance of making In-ho relent. The wriggling of his hips only succeeds in rubbing In-ho‘s cock just so . 

"Mmmmh…“ Gi-hun feels good against his body. The angles are sharper, his form leaner and more wiry, but the effect on In-ho is similar, he feels a profound comfort bubbling in his lower abdomen and a purr deep in his chest. Despite missing his mate more than anything, this will do for tonight. 

When Gi-hun realizes that he can‘t escape, he becomes still, giving in to the soothing sensation of being so lovingly tended to. 

They lie like that for a long while, In-ho nosing soft warm skin, shifting slightly to burrow deeper into the curve of Gi-hun‘s delicate neck. 

After a while, Gi-hun finally seems to accept the closeness, allows himself to be held while his shallow breaths even out, the thud of his heartbeat slowing down. 

The scent is so similar to his omega, honey, strawberries, the ozone of a bright summer‘s day. But something seems missing, something so uniquely Gi-hun, a note like a fingerprint, alluring and calling out to In-ho, promising him that this, only this, is his mate, his love, his everything, their souls ripped from the same star billions of years ago. 

He misses the nuances his nose can smell back home, the way he is able to tell the atoms in Gi-hun‘s body apart. 

In-ho continues his exploration along the line of Gi-hun’s jaw and down to the pulse point.

A shiver, faint and pleasant, goes through the omega, In-ho can feel it, and it makes In-ho go on with a tender nuzzle, a slow, deliberate movement that is more about connection than anything else. 

He needs more, needs to feel everything. 

So he keeps one hand securing Gi-hun‘s wrists and uses the other one to slide down the side of his body, feeling the cascade of rips through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. 

When he arrives at the stomach, he misses the satisfying swell of Gi-hun‘s belly. Sighing with longing for his omega, he wanders deeper, just out of curiosity. 

In-ho moves his hips slightly off, to allow his hand to slip beneath the waistband.

"What are you doing?“ Gi-hun yelps, immediately back to trying to throw him off. But In-ho has to touch him there. 

"Shh, I just want to feel you…" 

He is used to the amazing feeling of his omega‘s soft velvety cunt, inviting him to bury himself deep, breed the omega full, leave his come deep inside and keep it there, secured by the thick knot that ties them together.

This Gi-hun is built differently, In-ho feels the swell of a soft cock filling his hand, no less velvety.

"Stop!“ Gi-hun presses that one syllable out through his teeth, trembling from the top of his beautiful head down to his darling toes.

"Relax, I won’t do anything tonight,“ In-ho purrs into Gi-hun‘s ear, and gets a full body shudder in response. They are wired to want each other.

In-ho holds the cock in his hand, feeling it slowly up and down for a few strokes. Mmh, it’s enticing, to touch something so different than he is used to. Intriguing, thrilling. 

He wouldn’t change his omega for the world, the perfection that is that delicious pussy only made for him alone. However, a little change does one good, and the feeling is amazing. Soft and small in comparison to his alpha cock, still enough to fill his hand, warm and comforting. In-ho pumps it slowly, wondering if it feels good to Gi-hun, wondering if he gets hard, how the weight and shape would change with arousal. 

But his true interest lies deeper, so he slides his hand down, gently cradles the balls between his fingers for a moment. They are warm, resting easy in his palm as he cups them. A light squeeze earns him a moan. In-ho is already addicted to the sound. 

His hand slides even lower, over the sensitive perineum, brushing feather-light over satin-smooth skin. He wants to drag his tongue over it, taste Gi-hun there, find out if he tastes the same. 

Finally, finally to that spot that belongs only to In-ho, the tight little hole that might one day make him lose his mind.

When soft fingers ghost over it, lightly massaging the ring of muscle, Gi-hun sighs, bucking his hips. Whether to get away or to get more, In-ho can‘t tell. 

Immediately the omega blushes crimson red. In-ho smiles into his skin, such a good little omega for him, always for him, only for him, no one else, in this world and in every other.

He presses his finger against the dry skin, firm, demanding entry. The suppressed whine Gi-hun lets out goes straight to his cock, he wants more of that, more of the omega submitting to his alpha, more of forcing him into submission.  

"Don't," Gi-hun whimpers.

In-ho will.

The twitching hole beneath his fingertips is trying to resist In-ho‘s insistent prodding, leaving him on the outside where he doesn‘t belong. In-ho pushes, demands, will not be denied. Gi-hun lets out a delicious squeal, violently bucking his hips as his body yields, In-ho‘s index finger sliding in as far as it will go. 

Oh yesss, he is tight, so fucking tight, oh what it must feel like pressing down on his cock like that, if one finger alone gets such intense pressure. He will find out. Just not tonight. 

Yet he can't bring himself to pull out, needing to memorize the sensation, the delicious shaking of Gi-hun's body all around him, for him, because of him, making him tremble with a slow rhythm, in and out, dragging along the sensitive skin, giving him a taste of what's to come. He wonders if he should make Gi-hun take a second finger, a third, take his cock, make him whimper make him moan make him beg make him quiver make him struggle make him shout In-ho's name over and over and over while he breeds him deep, proving ownership... 

In-ho stops himself. As much as he enjoys the omega struggling, as much as he needs to feel him clench down tight, the urge to breed him almost too strong to bear now — it has been a long day. 

He pulls his hand away, allowing the panting omega some relief. In the next moment, he rolls Gi-hun over on his side, so he can properly spoon him, press his half-hard cock into the sweet curve of his ass. 

He hears Gi-hun gasp, but this time he stays unmoving, choosing to tolerate the closeness. Maybe needing it, too.  

In-ho nuzzles into his neck, grazes his teeth along the unbroken skin, licking it once, then resting his lips there in a gentle kiss. 

Gi-hun finally relaxes a degree. In-ho uses the opportunity to wrap his arm around the slender waist, holding Gi-hun even closer, hand finding a place on the flat chest. 

He misses fondling the perky tits of his pregnant mate, teasing the nipples until Gi-hun whines, until his fingertips are wet with the leaking milk his omega so generously produces for his alpha and their pup. He misses making him beg for relief, beg him to suck on those nourishing tits, and nurse until they are empty and free from discomfort. 

The Gi-hun in his arms will probably never know what it feels like to nurse his alpha, the intimacy of being so needed and existing in a body that is uniquely made to serve an alpha‘s needs. 

But he will know other pleasures, In-ho thinks, as he lets a finger circle around a nipple that nonetheless perks up under his attentions. 

He will know what it is like to pleasure his alpha, to offer everything of himself up for the taking, and being taken until there's nothing left of him that belongs to himself, all of him being claimed, all of him In-ho‘s. 

Gi-hun shifts uncomfortably in his arms, yet this time he doesn‘t try to move away anymore. He knows there is no point. 

In-ho can still feel the fullness in his own cock. He wants to make Gi-hun take it, take all of him, mark him and claim him and own him with every inch and every drag and every drop of come he leaves inside of him. 

Gi-hun huffs indignantly, as if he can read his mind, his face and neck flushed beautifully.

So for now In-ho shuts his eyes, holding Gi-hun close enough to melt together, resting his hand on the too flat stomach, and waits to drift off. 

After a while, Gi-hun relaxes fully. It‘s soothing enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter Text

(Earth αΩ)

“So you‘re telling me you‘re not my alpha?“ Gi-hun says with the most adorable little pout, like he does not believe a single word coming out of In-ho‘s mouth.

After the knot finally went down, Gi-hun had been quick to get dressed, confusion clearly written across his face. In-ho couldn’t tell if it was hurt or genuine disbelief.

Gi-hun has dressed himself in black yoga pants and a threadbare t-shirt that bears the logo of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. It‘s too big on him, but has comfortable room for his belly. In-ho wonders if it belongs to the other him. Wonders if he was a police officer, too, maybe still is?

The living room, in which he is currently standing, seems too vast and expensively decorated for a police officer’s salary. He makes a mental note to ask about it later.

Meanwhile, In-ho has found a matching set of SMPA sweatpants and t-shirt. They feel like a second skin, clinging with the same comfortable precision as the uniform he wore decades ago, as a police recruit who had still enthusiastically believed in a flawed system. Does the other In-ho still hold that faith?

“I have no idea how it happened, but this is definitely not my — my universe, or dimension, or whatever you want to call it. The world where I come from is different. You‘re there, but you hate me,“ In-ho says, trying to explain something he himself can’t even fully grasp. 

At that, Gi-hun looks at him with an expression so soft, In-ho wants to melt into it. Whatever he has here is something precious. But it also isn't his. Technically.

“I don‘t think I could ever hate you,“ Gi-hun says, moving a step closer. He has his arms protectively wrapped around his middle. In-ho can‘t fault him for it, after the way things went this morning. Still Gi-hun seems to be pulled to him like a magnet, his face determined to make sense of such a ridiculous situation.

“You say you are not my alpha, but you look like him. You smell like him. You feel like him. How can I believe you? How can I know you didn‘t just change your mind and don‘t want me and the pup anymore?“

A heavy, suffocating cloud of distress fills the room, thickening the air, pressing down against In-ho’s chest, making every breath an effort. 

An almost agonizingly powerful instinct surges through him, the urge to gather Gi-hun into his arms, hold him tight, and promise him over and over that he is all he wants — they are, both Gi-hun and the baby only his, irrevocably. 

But he can’t. Because they aren’t. They can’t be, won’t ever. It is all a lie, a fever dream sprung from the nightmare of his life. The words remain trapped, a bitter, metallic taste on his tongue. 

“Would your alpha slam you against a door?“ he asks instead. 

“Would you slam your Gi-hun against a door then?“ Gi-hun says, not missing a beat. 

Apparently, the man is argumentative in this universe, too. Figures.

"I’ve put him through worse," In-ho admits, his voice a low, steady current in the charged silence. There isn't a morsel of regret in his tone, not the faintest whisper of remorse. 

Instead a cold, unwavering certainty chills the air further. He doesn't care. Can’t care. Never has. 

He would do it again, every agonizing moment, every betrayal, every drop of blood, every last single death. Because that is how the world works, that is the reality they live in. 

Not this insane fantasy of a happy couple with a healthy pregnancy, true love between two soulmates, alpha and omega.

He just has to wake up, or switch back, or whatever comes first, and everything will be back to the way it was, with Gi-hun under his control, in his grasp, to do with as he pleases. 

“Much worse?“ Gi-hun asks, interrupting In-ho’s train of thought. 

“Much, much worse…“ In-ho says. “I killed Jung-bae.” No regret. Just truth. „And I did it to punish you.“

Gi-hun gasps, finally stopping his approach. It seems his friend still exists. Alive and untouched by this Gi-hun’s In-ho.

“Why would you do that?“ He sounds horrified, as if the friend he knows had actually died, not some otherworldly clone he has never met. 

“You wouldn‘t listen to me!” In-ho snaps. “You wanted to prove something. You sacrificed lives for the greater good, gambling them away like you always do, because you are addicted to the thrill of it, to the futile hope of maybe, this time, just this once, finally getting a win! Well, you lost playing the hero, and it was your own fault, and I needed to show you that.“

Gi-hun‘s eyes are glassy, unshed tears shining in them like unpolished diamonds.

“It sounds like you are the one who hates me,“ he whispers. 

His shoulders slump, as if the very air has turned to lead, crushing him. He curls inward, arms drawing even tighter around his belly. His gaze, so soft even a minute prior, flickers away, unable to meet In-ho’s now, settling instead on a random point on the floor. He seems so tiny, hunched over, trembling on his feet, distress radiating from him so dense it makes In-ho suffocate.

All he wants is his alpha, In-ho knows, but he can’t give that to him.

“Yeah, maybe I do hate you,“ In-ho says instead. “Maybe you deserve it.” 

And he means it, too, hates all the violent emotion that breaks free from his heart when he looks into those kicked puppy dog eyes, leaking into him like an oil spill, poisoning everything he worked so hard for to lock away, reviving what should have died with them, but somehow didn‘t, wouldn‘t, no matter how many people he watched begging for their lives, screaming for mercy, shot down and torn apart and sold off in pieces and finally burned to ashes and scattered across the Yellow Sea. 

No, when he looks at Gi-hun, he sees that stupid hope in his eyes, that tenderness for others, the way he is trying and failing and trying again, navigating the games like a fawn just learning to walk, and STILL believing in people, blood-soaked and defeated, yet trying trying — looking at him with that much fucking open space, like In-ho can crawl right into him and make a home there and sleep in a place where the nightmares won‘t reach.

It isn‘t fair, and Gi-hun has no right , and that doesn‘t change just because In-ho woke up in some fever dream where the other man loves him and carries their child and feels so good underneath him, pressed close, holding tight, spreading wide, welcoming all of him with open arms and open legs and looking at him with that much fucking love, moaning his name.

It doesn‘t change anything at all.

Gi-hun sways uncomfortably on his feet, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly at a loss for words. He absentmindedly rubs his chest, pressing his lips together in a wince.

“We need to find out what happened,“ In-ho finally says, “so we can reverse this mess.“

+++++++

They spend the day mostly by themselves, In-ho trying to research interdimensional travel on the other In-ho‘s laptop, not coming up with much. If it wasn’t for the constant mention of alphas, betas and omegas, and getting sidetracked to find out more information about them, he wouldn‘t even really notice he’s in a different world. 

The differences between humans he knows and the humans of this world are quite fascinating. Now he understands why Gi-hun is so fixated on his alpha, behaving like he can’t live without him – because he quite literally can't. 

Abandoned omegas apparently face a lot of danger, especially when pregnant, as they are quite vulnerable to the cruel whims of other alphas. A worry suddenly flickers that the other him would abandon this Gi-hun when he returns and finds out what they did. 

With a frustrated sigh, In-ho closes the laptop and puts it on the end table, then leans back into the couch cushions and closes his eyes.

Gi-hun has been trying to keep his distance, but mostly can‘t help himself, hovering close to who his body is telling him is his alpha. Gi-hun’s body language doesn’t really require much guesswork, the subtle tilt of his head, the way his eyes fix solely on him, coming ever nearer without realizing it. 

From the windowsill on the far side of the living room, to the armchair across the couch, rolled up into the corner of the same sofa, to right by In-ho’s side, closer and closer still. An instinctive, unwavering pull like a cat seeking the comfort and safety of its most beloved owner.

The heavy breaths, the rolling of his shoulders, the way he crosses his arms in front of his chest, squeezing his breasts with a soft exhale, all of it beckons In-ho to gather him in his arms, hold him, kiss down his neck, the length of his torso and … 

In-ho doesn‘t really mind, especially now that he knows omegas physically bond to their alphas, literally going through changes in their brain chemistry once they are claimed. 

In fact it is quite nice to have Gi-hun nearby without the constant look of suspicion and agony he is used to. It reminds him of the first time he saw Gi-hun‘s photo pop up under his feet, radiant smile and bright eyes.

Not to mention that this particular alpha's body is equally calibrated to his omega…

“Fuck,” he groans, the first word said in almost two hours. 

He is trying his hardest not to delve into the memories of his morning with Gi-hun, how he held him, fucked him hard and fast, how it had felt like making love, clinging to Gi-hun like a drowning man, like they belonged together, like he could find something in him that was lost so long ago, something he had sworn he would forsake forever.

It has been such a long time since he last had sex, not since– and he hasn’t even missed it, never felt the urge anymore, never sought it out, barely a need to even masturbate. 

And then, when he was Young-il, yes, maybe he had suddenly thought about it. Couldn‘t look away from that gorgeous face, those pretty eyes, the long neck, the sloped waist, the controlled movements that didn‘t carry a trace of the clumsiness of his first games. 

In his fantasies, he had dragged Gi-hun into the bathroom, shoved him into the toilet stall, pulled down his pants and fucked him without even closing the door. Rough and dirty, no kissing, no foreplay, not caring for Gi-hun‘s pleasure, just taking him because he could, because he wanted to. Because Gi-hun had looked at Young-il in a way that made so many years of pain and violence seem like a nightmare he had just woken up from. 

But it was all a lie. There is nothing human left in him, and this isn‘t love.

He wants to break Gi-hun, cut every last shred of his blind faith and optimism out of him, prove that the games exist because people are greedy and selfish, and In-ho is just the one taking out the trash.

He wants to see Gi-hun beg, see him cry, crush him under the weight of his uselessness, see him witness the death of everyone he loves, game after game after game after game, forever, knowing nothing he can do will ever make it stop, wants him groveling at In-ho‘s feet, defeated and empty, offering up whatever is left.

But this Gi-hun… this Gi-hun makes In-ho ache. Open and sweet, so needy, so weak and naive, the way his own Gi-hun had once been.  

In-ho is annoyed by how he still feels a twinge of regret for slamming the omega into the door. He shouldn’t feel anything at all, it's this damn alpha body that makes him remember the way Gi-hun had clung to him, had spread his legs so willingly, while his lashes were still wet from tears.

In-ho wants to do it again.

Fuck.

Would he feel this way, too, had he done it to the real Gi-hun? 

“Tell me anything you remember about the day before,” In-ho says instead, mostly to distract himself. They’ve gone over this.

“I already told you,” Gi-hun sighs, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. He seems uncomfortable, writhing awkwardly from one side to the other. 

“Did he… the other me… does your alpha ever hurt you?“ In-ho suddenly wonders out loud. 

“No,“ Gi-hun says, sitting up straight, only to wince right away and hunch forward. 

Because he doesn’t know what else to do, In-ho just nods. They sit in silence for a while, Gi-hun growing as restless as In-ho feels. 

“I hurt my Gi-hun,“ In-ho finally admits.

“So you’ve said,” Gi-hun says with a laugh. Like it is nothing but a personality quirk. 

In-ho wonders if the real Gi-hun can ever laugh like that with him again. Like he had done at Young-il‘s funny jokes. 

“I hurt you, too,“ In-ho continues.

“Yes,“ Gi-hun agrees, a simple statement of fact.

“My Gi-hun hates me,” In-ho continued. “Do you?“

Gi-hun shrugs.

“I could never hate you,” Gi-hun replies. He reaches out and brushes his hand against In-ho’s arm — just the lightest touch. “You have the face of my alpha and the scent of my alpha. It’s impossible.”

“I am not your alpha,“ In-ho insists. “But I will do everything to bring him back to you.”

In his mind, he wonders if he means it. 

+++++++++

“So your In-ho was worried about you because you felt sick from that weird food combination you ate,“ In-ho says, for the third time this evening.

“Delicious food combination,” Gi-hun corrects, “But yes. And you were worried about your Gi-hun because some rich assholes wanted to hurt him and you did nothing to stop them.“ 

His tone is becoming increasingly agitated. By now he has risen from the sofa, pacing around the living room, hugging himself. 

“Don‘t act like you know anything about my world,“ In-ho snaps back. “It‘s easy to judge me when you don‘t understand what happened.“

“What I understand,“ Gi-hun says, his tone getting louder and more pointed, “is that you‘re too much of a coward to protect your own omega!“ 

In-ho has never heard anyone sound more outraged and accusing than that.

“He isn‘t mine and I didn't let anything happen to him. I told you I put him in a safe cell to figure out my next steps!“

“No, you killed my best friend and then drank yourself completely shitfaced, and maybe the switch occurred in the first place because your Gi-hun needed my In-ho to save him!” Gi-hun shouts. “Maybe the universe knows you are a useless coward who can’t do shit and would rather run away like a little bitch! Maybe your Gi-hun needed a real alpha who will do anything to protect him!” 

He suddenly yelps, a sharp, involuntary hiss of pain coming out through close-pressed lips. He doubles over, gripping the back of the armchair, knuckles white, tendons cording beautifully beneath his skin. 

And as much as In-ho wants to give him a detailed explanation about how wrong Gi-hun is (as always), he can’t really ignore the clear signs of discomfort anymore. 

“What‘s the matter?“ he asks instead, moving to help Gi-hun sit down, determined to make up for his earlier transgression by taking extra good care of him.

But before he can, Gi-hun stumbles away with a hiss. 

“Don't touch me,“ he snarls. “We need to find out how to get my In-ho back! You were both in distress, my In-ho because he was taking care of me, and you because you were a coward. Maybe we will just have to put you in distress again, I’m sure I can think of something.” 

He leans forward, putting his forearms onto the backrest of the armchair now, and stretches his back and shoulders by drawing his butt back, belly hanging down, forming the loveliest arch. Apparently it‘s not really helpful, because even as he tries to work out the knots in his spine and shoulders, unhappy sighs escape his mouth.

“You‘re doing a good job of putting me in distress right now,“ In-ho says, really starting to worry. “I should take you to the hospital.“

Suddenly In-ho notices a smell that he now realizes has clung to Gi-hun this whole time, like a second skin, trailing everywhere he went. A soft note of sweet and sour, like whipped cream on a delicious slice of strawberry shortcake. It gets more prominent the more In-ho thinks of it, and suddenly a whole new area in his brain lights up with the urge to smell more of it, intensely, closer and closer. 

“It‘s nothing serious,“ Gi-hun snaps at him, tearing at his t-shirt as if it burns his skin.

“You’re obviously in pain and need to see a doctor…“

“I don‘t need a doctor!“ Gi-hun yells in a sudden outburst, standing up straight, throwing his head back, taking a deep breath, “I need — I need…“

He pulls on the fabric of his clothes as if the cotton has transformed into a searing brand against his skin, his fingers clawing at the hem of it, pulling it away from his body, desperate to create any space, any gap, between the material and his flesh and oh… Oh!

An almost disorienting wave of sweetness washes over In-ho, and with a jolt, he realizes what it is, that exquisite fragrance whispering so tenderly to all of his senses, radiating softly from Gi-hun’s skin. Gi-hun’s breasts…

Two wet patches are forming there, wetting the white fabric, making it transparent, revealing the lovely pink areolas. Gi-hun crosses his arms, awkwardly trying to shield himself from In-ho's hungry eyes. 

“Let me see,“ In-ho says, breath caught in his throat. Gi-hun shakes his head, takes a step back, but In-ho is transfixed, the sweet scent shooting up his veins like heroin. 

When he closes the short distance between them, Gi-hun doesn‘t move away. So he takes Gi-hun‘s wrists and gently pulls. Finally, Gi-hun lets him. 

Immediately In-ho feels enveloped in the most comforting smell, a rich, creamy warmth that wraps around him like the softest cashmere blanket. Notes of honey waft through the air, thick and golden, followed by the delicate, syrupy scent of fresh cream, like sunlight infused into spun sugar. It fills his lungs, his head, his very core. 

All previous thoughts of returning to his world are replaced by one word: omega. 

A primal roar echoes in his chest, unheard, but ringing in his ears. It's a sudden, overwhelming surge, a possessive fire igniting in his veins. Every instinct screams to hold Gi-hun, to pull him into his arms and never let go, to protect his omega, so utterly helpless in this cruel world, and the thought of anyone or anything daring to touch him, to harm him, to even look at him, sends a white-hot wave of fury through In-ho. 

“Is that …“ he whispers, one hand already reaching out, stopping just before any actual contact. “You‘re leaking…“

He doesn't just want to protect his omega – he needs to. A fragile, precious thing to be guarded with every fiber of his being, a profound, undeniable truth settling deep within his bones, a fierce, protective purpose in the harsh brutality of his life. 

Gi-hun whines, his cheeks flushing the most beautiful rose, and In-ho instantly remembers that his nipples are the same pretty color. 

The view and smell of the omega‘s leaking breasts is mesmerizing. It conjures up a deep feeling of warmth, closeness, skin-on-skin contact. There is something impossibly soft about it, as if Gi-hun‘s body is calling out to him, promising that it is made for only In-ho.

“It hurts,“ Gi-hun whimpers, looking down at his feet as if he is embarrassed. 

“What hurts,” In-ho asks, voice gruff. “Tell me.” 

Gi-hun refuses to look up. “My...breasts…they’re too swollen.” 

In-ho carefully guides Gi-hun to the sofa, helps him to sit down. The dribble of liquid soaking through and outlining his curves doing something dangerous to his brain.

“You already have milk?“ he wonders aloud. “I thought that only happens after the baby is born?“

“Do I have to explain everything?“ Gi-hun groans, annoyed. When In-ho doesn‘t answer, just stares down at the wet patches, transfixed, he rolls his eyes, pawing at his own chest like he tries to scratch it off just to finally get rid of the discomfort.

“It‘s you! It‘s your stupid alpha pheromones and you constantly being on me that made my body respond! It can happen to omegas. Actually it’s quite common, because you alphas are so damn greedy! Omegas always need to make sure we have enough for the pup and you!!“ 

His breath is coming faster, as In-ho realizes that over the course of the day, Gi-hun‘s breasts have become larger than they were before, abundant with milk now, straining against the fabric of his shirt, pulling it tight and dampening the thin cotton. 

He speaks his next words very, very carefully.

“What do you mean enough for me?” 

Gi-hun glares at him, bright red and sheening with sweat. 

“You know exactly what I mean,” he snarls.

It’s the hottest thing In-ho could ever dream of. Milk just for him, just to cater to an alpha‘s needs, to take from his omega and drink from him until he is full and satisfied…

“Please help me,“ Gi-hun whines, shoving up his t-shirt, unable to lift his arms high enough to get it over his head. In-ho pulls it off for him, finally seeing naked skin again and oh. Oh yes.

Gi-hun is writhing in pain, full to bursting, tears streaming down his pretty face to match his leaking tits, and In-ho has never seen anything more mesmerizing in his entire life. 

He needs this, or he might starve, Gi-hun’s milk the only way to satiate him. 

He gently lays Gi-hun out on the couch, pushing him back into the cushions, then crawls over him on his hands and knees, just taking it all in, the enveloping smell like fresh cotton in a strawberry field. There is exhilarating power in the knowledge that Gi-hun needs relief so desperately, and In-ho is the only one who can give it to him.

To be begged for, to be so intimately needed…

“Please,“ Gi-hun cries, and when he wriggles under In-ho, his breasts move with him, a wonderful little jiggle that shakes loose white pearly drops of fresh milk. “Please help me, alpha…“ 

The words hit In-ho with the force of a freight train, obliterating anything else that exists in the world, this one and any other. 

He reaches out one hand, eyes transfixed. When it reaches Gi-hun‘s chest, the omega whines and gasps, arching up into the touch. He looks at In-ho with pleading eyes, still so beautifully blushed and shy.

In-ho carefully squeezes one breast, and Gi-hun twitches as if shocked, then gasps. He dares to look at In-ho with those big brown eyes, desperate and needy, and In-ho always wants Gi-hun to look like this, in a pain only In-ho can release him from.

He begins a light massage, not yet daring to actually drink. A part of him wants to keep Gi-hun suspended in this desperate need for him until the end of time, always yearning for In-ho, leaning into the touch that makes Gi-hun whimper and shudder, body aching, while more drops of milk bead at the budding nipples, begging so prettily to be tasted.

When In-ho leans down, it is to press a soft kiss to the rounded belly, slowly making his way up, kiss after kiss, until his face is gently cupped by the curve of full breasts, aching for a relief In-ho won’t grant yet. 

He loves how it feels, being so gently hugged by the hot swell of flesh, Gi-hun so needy that he presses his breasts together with his hands, urging In-ho drink. So close to the intoxicating scent now, so gently held, hot and pillow-soft against his cheeks, he could stay like this forever if he didn't feel an excruciating pull to taste, so take, to fill himself up with what Gi-hun promised is just for him, just for his alpha...

The alluring powdery fragrance is so potent that a deep comfort settles in In-ho’s bones. His mouth kisses every inch of skin it can find, impossible to hold back now, couldn't keep still even if tis was Red Light, Green Light. He licks the wet traces off, getting a first taste of heaven, while his hand explores the satin skin, finding a swollen nipple begging for his lips. 

He lightly ghosts over it, wetness clinging to his fingertips.

“You‘re gorgeous,“ he breathes, voice getting stuck in his throat because fuck, the sight leaves him speechless.

“Alpha,“ Gi-hun whimpers, and he must really be in pain now, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, sliding down his temples in the same way the leaking milk streaks down his breasts. 

In-ho wants to freeze this moment in time, the powerful feeling of being so desperately needed, every sharp intake of breath, every minute tremor that runs through Gi-hun‘s body a silent plea that resonates deep within his core. 

He can feel Gi-hun’s distraught desperation to be consumed, to feel his alpha‘s lips wrap around his nipples and suck with the thirst of a dying man in the desert. Gi-hun needs him, helplessly surrendered to his body‘s biology, too sensitive to bear it even for another moment, needs his touch, his mouth, needs all of him to dull the sharp edges of a body created with the only purpose of pleasing his alpha. 

He wishes his Gi-hun needed him like this...

“So pretty,“ In-ho coos, hot breath blowing over the spilling peaks, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Salt and warmth, heartbeat and breath — an alchemy of something so profound and tender, laced with the raw, earthy ache of creation.

“Please…” Gi-hun is crying and In-ho is almost willing to give him what he wants, if it wasn't for the fact that Gi-hun is so pretty when he begs and In-ho hasn't had his fill yet, wants more of it.

A flash of his Gi-hun on his knees, looking up at him in his Frontman mask, eyes so big and round, in a position of utter helplessness, so weak and pliant after he had lost everything. 

He needs Gi-hun like that always, and denying the omega the relief he so desperately needs sends a shiver down his spine, straight into his cock, he wants to drown in the whimpers, the pitious little moans.

When he finally sticks out his tongue, it‘s only to press it flat against the skin, dragging it slowly upwards over the nipple, lapping up the milk without offering any release. The taste is unlike anything In-ho has ever had, liquid velvet coating his lips, warm and welcoming, and fuck In-ho needs more, needs to gulp down everything Gi-hun has to give. But not yet. 

Because Gi-hun is full on sobbing now, trying to grind up into him, fingers threaded tightly through his hair, pressing In-ho's face against his tits. In-ho repeats the movement, lapping up some more, a preview of heaven. 

When he moves to the other side, it is only to clean up the drops there, all the while squeezing those perfect tits with his hands, pressing out just the smallest bit more.

“Please alpha, please, please, alpha…“ Gi-hun chants, breathing so hard it gives In-ho a flashback of that tight pussy, and he grabs the waistband of the yoga pants, yanks them all the way down in one go, leaving Gi-hun gloriously naked, like he always should be. 

The warm tang of milk mixes with the lovely smell of wet cunt, and this time it hits In-ho straight to the gut, right down to his cock. He can‘t resist any longer.

He closes his lips over one nipple, pulls it into his mouth and sucks. A trickle, thick and creamy, touches his tongue. It's a humble first taste, then a desperate swallow. 

"Mmmph," Gi-hun groans, and it is a sigh of relief coming from the depth of his being, of finally having his alpha's mouth on him. 

Suddenly In-ho can’t stop, the creamy liquid gliding down his throat, coating his insides, warming his stomach, nourishing his body and his soul with the very essence of Gi-hun, a taste so exquisite it radiates through his bloodstream. 

“Mmmh,“ he lets out a greedy groan, suckling with effort to keep up a steady stream of milk, each gulp a revelation of life flowing into his veins. He falls into an easy rhythm, suck, swallow, suck, swallow, suck, swallow, on and on, filling him up until a profound comfort blooms in his stomach, chasing away the bitter gnawing void he has felt for so long. 

Each drop is sustenance, a gentle, nurturing force bringing him back from the brink. It seeps into his very bones, a profound, sensual relief that makes him tremble.

Gi-hun lets out a quiet sigh of relief, arching into him like a wanton wild animal, fingers gripping In-ho’s hair to keep him there, pressing his face into his aching breasts.

In-ho‘s mouth floods with him, again and again, draining life-giving sustenance from Gi-hun, a body so devoted to his alpha that he will bear any pain, bear his children, will give all of himself.

In-ho swallows another mouth full of white liquid, sucking hard now, while he lets his tongue swirl around the nipple, teasing it to hear Gi-hun gasp from the sensation.

Gi-hun’s whines are the most intoxicating sound he has ever heard. The omega tries to grind up into him again, needy, begging, his.

More milk spills out into In-ho‘s mouth, he keeps nursing on Gi-hun‘s tits like he has never been fed before, savoring every drop.

Delicate, creamy, with a note of warmth and comfort that soothes his tired bones. He closes his eyes, feels Gi-hun‘s hands in his hair, his grip slowly easing, and letting him take all he needs. 

He keeps a steady pace of greedy sucks, closing his lips around the giving nipple, there to nourish only him, slowly satiating his appetite, his tongue pressing against hard flesh while he takes his fill. When he finally lets the nipple fall from his mouth with a wet pop, the stretched skin has found some relief. 

Gi-hun is a bit calmer now, but quickly guides In-ho‘s head to his other breast, this one still so full and taut, skin silken and stretched with the fullness of life. He pushes his mouth to the peak of it, silently begging to keep drinking from him.

When In-ho closes his lips over the sensitive nipple, Gi-hun shudders violently under him, lightly scratching In-ho's scalp in a gesture of encouragement. 

In-ho takes it between his teeth, teasing the omega with a hint of sharp pressure, biting down ever so slightly, still enough to make Gi-hun scream, bucking up into him. 

“Please, In-ho, please, alpha,“ Gi-hun cries, and it sounds like a prayer, body pulsing with need, offering more of himself. 

In-ho swirls his tongue around it, teasing the rounded flesh, smiling into the pretty pinkness stained creamy white. 

So beautiful still, full, heavy, engorged with the slow ache of creating life. In-ho feels that life beneath his hand as he puts it on the swollen belly, heavy with In-ho‘s seed, then slowly slides down between Gi-hun‘s legs to relish in the welcoming wetness there. 

“Please, alpha please,“ Gi-hun keeps begging, keening at the way In-ho rubs his clit, but it isn‘t enough, he needs to be inside him, needs to have Gi-hun clenching down on his cock while he is so generously nursing his alpha, surrender his whole body to him, a body made to give, to belong to his owner, his master. 

In-ho hikes one of Gi-hun‘s legs up unto his shoulder, twisting the other‘s body half sideways to make ample room for the belly, while In-ho gets great access to both his tits and his pussy.

He haphazardly pulls his own pants down in a second, just enough to free his impatient cock, lines himself up and shoves in balls deep with one vigorous thrust.

If Gi-hun needs time to adjust, he doesn‘t get it. 

In-ho fucks into him immediately, making his tits bounce up and down with the force of it, up and down and up and down, still so sensitive and full of life-giving substance, milk spilling, leaking, Gi-hun begging and whining with the overwhelm of sensations, the ecstasy of pleasure and pain. 

Oh, how In-ho adores him this needy, full tits, full belly, full cunt, existing just to belong to his alpha, to feed all his needs and desires, made for him.

In-ho finally pays attention to the other breast, his mouth crashing down just off center, and sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh of still full to bursting roundness, biting down hard. 

"Aaah!" 

Gi-hun squeals, his whole body shuddering, clenching down on In-ho‘s cock like he wants to be the one milking him now, and it feels so euphoric, a wave of pleasure running through every single nerve from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. 

In-ho sucks on the spot, marking it with lips and tongue and teeth, just a hint of his sharp fangs, while Gi-hun claws both hands into his hair and grips him so tight he might be pulling out entire strands. In-ho is unsure if the omega is trying to push him off or keep him there, and he doesn’t care either way, because he can just take whatever he wants, and Gi-hun has no choice but to abide by his wishes. 

So he sucks on the bruised skin, leaves his mark there, leaves pretty colors of purple and blue, an alpha owning every last atom of his omega. 

When he is satisfied with the gorgeous mix of shades, he returns to sucking on the nipple. He closes his mouth around the stiff bud, pulls it into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, slow, but insistent. Oh, how amazing it is to nurse on his omega's tits, while his cock is slowly stroking in and out of his pussy, the greedy hole snugly drawing him in, beckoning him to thrust deeper and harder. 

There is a singular focus on pulling everything he can from Gi-hun‘s body, and in turn leave all of himself inside of it, drowning in the beauty of their union, melting into each other, proving his dominance in blood-red. 

Another cry, this time hoarse and exhausted, like Gi-hun can’t bear it anymore, but has to, because In-ho keeps fucking into him with insistence, hard rhythmic thrusts now, while his mouth fills up again and he swallows, swallows, swallows everything those perfect gorgeous tits give him, gush after gush down his throat, nursing on his omega like a hungry wolf, until his belly feels full.

Wet squelching sounds fill the air, In-ho suckling like he will never get tired of it, and he won't. The warm liquid is coating his palate with a creamy richness he is addicted to. He feels at home in the comfort of Gi-hun's body, so willingly providing everything In-ho needs — rich, nourishing milk from his tits, and the tight embrace of his cunt.

The squeeze on his cock is divine, In-ho can feel the fit getting more snug again. This time he knows a knot is forming, while he is still latched onto those nourishing tits, now alternating between both of them, biting and draining them, still hungry for more after Gi-hun already offered him such a feast. They are bouncing with every thrust, the forceful rhythm of In-ho's hips translated into the hypnotic movement of flesh, a decadent ripple through them that keeps In-ho under a spell he never wants to break. 

The omega cramps up under him, whining and shuddering, pawing at In-ho’s shoulders, maybe to push him away, maybe to never let him go, In-ho doesn’t know, doesn’t care, whatever Gi-hun wants, his place is here on In-ho’s cock forever. 

The heat between them is searing his skin, and that sweet cunt becomes even tighter while In-ho dives into it over and over, addicted to the sound of his balls slapping against Gi-hun’s ass so insistently, adding to the overwhelm of sensations. 

His growing knot makes it harder to move, eventually forcing him to slow down, much too soon. He wants to keep fucking into him, see him shaking from the force of it, see his tits bounce, the enthralling jiggle of them, shaking loose another cream-white drop, running down the gentle slope until it lands on In-ho's tongue. He returns his attention to them, now a little less round after being so thoroughly drained, still inviting him to take more. 

He suckles on a hot nipple, lost in the sensation of his mouth filling with milk while his cock is tightly lodged into the omega’s snug pussy, overwhelmed by being so tightly held and lovingly nourished.

He feels Gi-hun’s hole cramping down on him, all heat pooling low in his belly. 

And for a moment he suddenly wonders what his handprint will look like on Gi-hun's skin, next to the bitemark, and that’s all he needs to swing his hand down and give the other tit a good hard smack.

"Aah!"

Gi-hun twitches beneath him with a lovely squeak and oh yes , he feels it on his cock, that lovely little cunt simultaneously clenching down and giving the tightest squeeze to In-ho‘s throbbing cock. He needs to feel it again, so he slaps both tits and the squeeze gets even better, milking him, begging to be filled now, to give something back from what he took. 

Another smack, and a beautiful handprint starts forming and oh, oh fuck. 

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he grits out through his teeth, feeling the omega shudder. "Gonna fill you up..."

He can‘t pull out anymore now, the knot fully lodged in, keeping his cock deep inside, another slap across those perfect tits, another, another, and Gi-hun trembles, his insides clamping down on his cock so deliciously, and yes yes yes, there is that tidal wave of guttural pleasure rolling from In-ho‘s belly all the way down, spilling deep inside the omega‘s welcoming womb, milking him now, giving back what he took, feeding him, filling him up, painting his insides with hot white come, more and more of it. He keeps Gi-hun as close as possible, both hands on his tits, squeezing, his mouth draining the last drops from a sore nipple, giving and taking at the same time.

He groans, stutters. Refuses to let go, not now, not ever again, Gi-hun is his for the rest of time. This Gi-hun and any other. 

"You're mine."

His orgasm is so overwhelming he almost blacks out. 

"Yes, alpha, yours, yours," Gi-hun babbles, too incoherent for anything else, boneless and pliant. 

When he has spilled everything he had, In-ho collapses onto his side, pulling the omega with him, as to not put any pressure on his belly.

Spent cock still nestled deep inside, they both catch their breath, tied together for the moment, Gi-hun drowsy and still, his body loose and milkless, freed from the uncomfortable ache of providing for his alpha. 

In-ho thinks of his Gi-hun back home. How he would react to In-ho slowly swirling his tongue around a nipple, leaving teeth marks on his chest, slapping his tits through an orgasm. He would not have any milk to nurse his alpha, but In-ho wouldn‘t mind, as long as he can still hear those desperate moans, the needy whines. As long as he can still make him beg.

He feels his heart flutter thinking about Gi-hun in his arms, stuffed full and made to take it. His Gi-hun. The real one.

In-ho wonders if he can make him beg like an omega, break him the same way the other In-ho broke this one. With his hand on Gi-hun‘s belly, he falls asleep.

Chapter Text

(Earth 456)

The next morning, In-ho walks around the premises on his own, finding his way across the island, checking out the facilities. He lets Gi-hun sleep in, as he could tell the other needed some rest after all he‘s been through.

It also gives him the opportunity to pay extra attention to every security feature he can find, cameras, scanners, sensors, as well as all the exits, locked doors and dead ends, every single thing that might give them an advantage, putting his extensive knowledge to good use.

It‘s surprisingly easy to obtain a cell phone from the control center where the games are operated. Turns out when you‘re the Frontman, no one dares to ask.

The next game is set to begin in the early evening. It includes some giant, creepy looking dolls, whose purpose In-ho can‘t tell and doesn’t really want to know. He’ll find out soon enough, he supposes.

It‘s a strange feeling, to walk across the pictures of the players, to see them under the soles of his shoes, with Gi-hun‘s tucked into the bottom corner.

There aren‘t many of them left.

He thinks of his omega at home, his gentle eyes, his open arms, the way he trusts In-ho completely to take care of him, and how In-ho would never dream to disappoint that trust.

To know the Gi-hun of this world doesn‘t have an alpha who protects him, makes him feel sick. Why would the other In-ho not claim his omega?

There clearly is the same attraction between them here, that In-ho feels at home in his own world, the same pull of two souls who are meant to be one. So why won’t his counterpart step up?

When he returns to the suite, Gi-hun is awake and dressed, sitting in the leather armchair with his shoes off, feet bare, lost in thought.

That awful scratchy coat is the first thing In-ho shrugs off, along with the leather gloves, even before he puts the ridiculous mask on the table. Last thing to go are the ugly shoes and ah, that‘s better now, just in his pants and black tank top he feels free again, more like his old self.

Finally he puts the phone down on the table. Gi-hun stares at it for a moment, as if he can‘t believe his eyes. He grabs it, immediately unlocking the screen.

"There is no connection," In-ho says before Gi-hun can dial any number. "We need to go out to an open space, preferably up high."

"Okay, then let‘s go," Gi-hun says, jumping up with something that seems akin to excitement. It’s the first time In-ho sees something different than sheer desperation on his pretty face, and he likes it, he really does. Nonetheless he can’t allow Gi-hun to just leave the suite in the middle of the day, so instead he shakes his head and blocks the way.

"I can‘t just take you out of here, it will look suspicious. And we need to collect more information to give to your men before they arrive, if you want them to have even a fighting chance," In-ho says.

"But the next game is today! More players will die!" Gi-hun protests, outraged. In-ho sees a hint of that familiar spark, almost like he is looking at his mate, and something in his stomach twists.

"Exactly," In-ho agrees. "They will not make it in time anyway, and we need to give them as much information as we can. From what you told me, you tried once before and failed. Do you want to make the same mistake twice?"

Gi-hun falters for only a second, before the expression on his face returns to defiant.

"Then we need to find a way to stop the next game! Stall until they can get here," he says, looking around as if the walls can help him form a plan.

Seeing him stand there with his arms crossed and his face screwed into a grim expression is something In-ho will never get used to. He misses the precious smile on his mate‘s face, wide and toothy, finding a best friend in every new person he meets. If this Gi-hun ever had it, there is nothing left of that same kind of friendly enthusiasm. Just a few feet in front of him stands a broken omega, and In-ho doesn‘t know how to fix him.

"There is no stopping it just yet," he says. "We need to watch the game with the VIPs, have dinner with them. It will be much easier to find a spot to make the call once everyone is distracted and I have secured you a pink suit."

Gi-hun shakes his head and holds the phone close to his chest like a petulant child. In-ho is starting to lose his patience.

"If I don‘t call now, more people will die!" Gi-hun insists, as if repeating it could change anything about their current dilemma.

"People already died in your first few failed attempts, by now you should be used to it," In-ho says. There is no malice in his voice, but the point still comes across.

"Which is exactly why I need to act now!" The words burst out of Gi-hun like a volcano, all his numerous defeats written in pain across his beautiful face. It still doesn‘t change any of the facts.

"You don‘t know what you‘re doing," In-ho says, "and now you are going to listen to someone who does."

There is such deep desperation in Gi-hun‘s eyes, that every single one of his instincts tells In-ho to kiss it all better, distract Gi-hun from his misery.

He takes a step closer, longing to comfort him. But Gi-hun takes an instinctive step backwards and there is a subtle shift in his body, his muscles flexing a degree, alert.

"If you do try to call now, you might die, and I will not allow that," In-ho just says instead, with a frighteningly calm voice. In the end, he has last authority over anything his omega does or doesn‘t do.

But instead of obeying his alpha, Gi-hun still isn‘t convinced. Even worse, he seems ready to make a run for it, a nervous rabbit determined to defy the predator.

In-ho can see the subtle glance to the door, the twitching muscles, his nose picking up some of the adrenaline flooding Gi-hun‘s bloodstream.

And maybe it shouldn’t, but the sudden movement whets In-ho‘s appetite — the thrill of chasing an omega slowly awakening after lying dormant for such a long time. He has his omega already, will never chase anyone else but his Gi-hun. Yet this Gi-hun is his, too…

"You can‘t tell me what to do," Gi-hun says bravely, and In-ho simply watches as he takes the mask off the table with trembling fingers — the key he needs to open any door. "I am not your omega, and neither am I your prisoner. I will do what I need to do to end the games."

"Hmm," In-ho smiles, and pulls his upper lip back slightly, baring teeth unconsciously. This body is different from what he is used to, but the instinct is still there. He takes another step. Gi-hun, stubborn as he always is, stands his ground this time, clutching the phone and mask so hard his knuckles turn white.

Another step.

In-ho can feel every instinct in the omega screaming at him to run, muscles coiled under his skin from restraint, a deer holding still under the hunter‘s stare. The air around them feels thick with anticipation. Gi-hun’s eyes finally flick up at him, wide and sharp, tracking each move In-ho makes.

The last step.

Now they are face-to-face, so close In-ho can feel the hot breath on his skin. He has always loved that his omega is taller than him, elegant and slender. That long neck, so deliciously biteable. Bending beautifully when In-ho takes him from behind, fingers curled in his messy hair, pulling him back into curves and moans.

Gi-hun‘s breath comes shallow now, and although he has rooted his feet firm in the ground, In-ho can feel the fear underneath, radiating off him as if he is standing too close to the sun. He lets it wash over him, allows himself to bathe in it — his precious omega afraid of the hunter stalking his prey. Maybe Gi-hun knows there is only one way this can end.

"I can smell you," In-ho‘s voice comes out low and ragged.

"In-ho …" Gi-hun‘s breath hitches.

In-ho can tell he is trying to hold the line, but his body betrays him, because he leans back slightly, feet still firmly planted. In-ho bristles, the slight movement speaking to all of his senses to chase, to catch, to devour.

He follows the slope of Gi-hun‘s torso, slow and deliberate, with a grace that doesn‘t need any rush, because he knows he‘s in control. Every twitch of the tendons underneath Gi-hun‘s skin signals to him that his prey desperately wants to flee. How long now?

The air between them is carrying its own weight, thick with tension. Closer, and closer still. In-ho could touch now, could kiss, could grab and take take take.

Gi-hun‘s hands twitch, fingers flexing around the items in them without purpose, just the leftover static of fight-or-flight in a balance close to tipping over.

He lifts his chin as if that means something. Kiss me? As if the gesture could overwrite the tremble in his spine. His throat working to swallow around nothing. Can he taste In-ho on his tongue?

In-ho finally closes the last inch between them, pressing his lips onto Gi-hun‘s mouth, soft, yet insistent. Just the faintest taste. Oh, how he has missed this…

The spell breaks.

At last, and all at once, Gi-hun moves, his whole body jerking away, snapping into motion like a wire pulled too tight. He turns, stumbling away, almost falling over his own limbs, in a hurry to sort out those long legs of his, bare feet slapping too loud in the silence.

And this, this is what In-ho needed, this is what jolts pure adrenaline through his body, setting his nerves on fire from the excitement of the chase.

Gi-hun stumbles down the hallway, not looking at the doors that line up left and right, instead going for the steel front door. In-ho on his heels, sprinting for the thrill of it, not because he is in any serious rush.

To the contrary, he would love to give his omega a head start, chase him day and night until Gi-hun is so tired his legs collapse under him, until he falls down flat on the ground, trembling with exhaustion and fear, until all he can see is In-ho towering over his tired form, no way out, no escape. A true hunt, like the olden days, an instinct that is written in every cell of an alpha’s body, a singular focus until he can claim what is rightfullly his.

But the suite isn’t big and Gi-hun reaches the door too soon, frantically trying to hold the mask up for a scan to open.

Instead he drops it. Scrambles for it. Accidentally scoots it farther away from him, towards In-ho. Drops the phone. His hands are shaking hard. Now there is no escape.

So In-ho slows down, just watches for a moment, enjoys Gi-hun frantically looking around, trying to think of something, anything to help him escape, coming up with nothing.

Takes time to savor how Gi-hun rattles at the door now, hammering his fists against it, while In-ho takes slow steps down the long corridor, his vision fixed only on the beautifully frightened doe trying to outrun the wolf. There is nowhere to go.

"Help, help me!" Gi-hun yells, while he keeps slamming his palms against the metal, keeps trying to alert someone. Apparently he is more afraid of In-ho now than of the pink soldiers or even the VIPs. Would rather face whoever is outside the door than the predator he is locked in with.

But for better or worse, In-ho is the Frontman now.

"Don‘t you dare come closer!" Gi-hun finally pants, pressing his back against the door as if he has given up on opening it, and is instead attempting to melt his whole body through it.

When In-ho is a mere three steps away from him, Gi-hun slouches to the side, retreating to the corner as if he is trying to put as much space between them as he possibly can. In the narrow space of the hallway, it isn't much at all.

"I thought you wanted to help me stop the games?" Gi-hun hisses, almost succeeding at keeping the tremor out of his voice. "I thought you wanted to return to your mate!"

"I do," In-ho answers with a sly smile. He can taste the fear now, and it is a delicious appetizer for what‘s to come.

Gi-hun presses himself into the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly, fingers clawing behind him for something to grip, as if he can still be saved. There is nothing at all here that can help him.

But In-ho is not yet tired of the chase, craving more of it, so he doesn't pounce yet. Instead, he gives Gi-hun space to slowly, deliberately take a step back from him, past him, back into the long corridor, as if any sudden movement could trigger the hunter to end this once and for all. And maybe it would.

One trembling step after another, Gi-hun keeps his eyes fixed on In-ho, who follows after him like he is held back by an invisible force, matching the other‘s exact speed.

Gi-hun walks backwards into the hard metal of a door handle, and hisses at the sudden sharp pain that it causes. He frantically turns around, presses it down and oh, there is such a delightful little moment of relief on his face, as he finds the door opening up.

In-ho relishes in the brightness of it, and even more at how fast those beautiful features fall again, as Gi-hu finds nothing in that small powder room except for a mannequin with a glittering owl mask.

"Fuck!" he curses to himself as the panic bubbles up, threatening to spill over.

He slams the door shut, hasting to open up another. This one leads to nothing but a fancy closet. On to the next one, which he should already know only reveals In-ho's small bedroom and oh yes, that's the right idea, because In-ho's blood is pumping now, the rush in his ears exhilarating, and the alpha in his chest growling and snarling with desire, needing his omega now.

But the predator still wants his prey to run, so he finally leaps at him and yesss, like a frightened rabbit Gi-hun yelps and gives chase, a frantic scramble of long limbs to put as much distance between them as he possibly can. He darts down the narrow hallway, past the remaining doors, In-ho hot on his heels, the thrill of the hunt intoxicating, igniting all his primal instincts to sink his teeth into flesh, to make this omega mine!

Gi-hun runs, helplessly, gloriously, bare feet hitting the ground, and yes, In-ho thinks, this is what the predator needs, chasing after what is his, the slender frightened form of his omega escaping down the corridor, until he finds himself back where he started, stumbling around the armchair, slamming against another sliding door he has no hope of opening. There are no more options here, just Gi-hun in the farthest corner, pressed against a wall.

It makes lust pool deep inside In-ho‘s belly to see his prey exhaust every instinct, every lie he told himself about being brave, about being the one to rebel, to lead, until there is nowhere left to run, and the only thing left is surrender.

When In-ho reaches him, there is one last course of action left — Gi-hun pulls up his fists like a boxer, swings right at In-ho‘s face, but he still has near alpha reflexes and catches the closed hand, janks Gi-hun forward, and with one swift, elegant motion, lifts him up to hoist him over his shoulder, pleasantly surprised at how light Gi-hun is, as if he weighs next to nothing, just like his actual omega, back at home.

A flashback of playfully carrying him to their bed crosses his mind, shorter than a second, as Gi-hun interrupts it by gulping out a beautiful sound. For a moment he is too surprised to struggle, but he gathers his wits about him, and fights to get down, get away. He stands no chance, of course, much too weak and helpless, as all omegas are.

In-ho likes the flailing attempt, while he simply proceeds to carry his prey back to the door with the bed behind it.

And it's so easy to drag him into the bedroom, even when Gi-hun beats a fist into his back, screaming "No!" and "Let me down!" This body is strong, In-ho can feel the power in his muscles, the way his core draws in, keeping a struggling Gi-hun in place with next to no effort, just like his alpha body would. It‘s satisfying to know he still has the upper hand, that his omega can protest, can fight back, can squirm and wriggle, but he can‘t get away, and all his resistance merely aids the arousal.

In-ho almost drools at the excitement of it, carrying a struggling omega back into his den, the thrill of a successful hunt, his prey fighting to get away from his paws, unwilling and resisting, just like the matings of ancient times.

When he reaches the bed, he just throws Gi-hun onto it, a toss of the kill from the wolf's maw.

But of course Gi-hun still needs to be taught a lesson, because he immediately tries to escape again, which only makes it more exhilarating. In-ho needs to get him, needs to have him, his blood singing with hunter instinct, singular focus on his omega…

As the bed is positioned against the wall, there is not much room to try and get out, so Gi-hun scrambles to the foot of the bed on all fours, presenting his ass, giving In-ho a preview, mmh…

"No!" he yells,"get off me you fucki-hmmph…"

Before he can get out, In-ho grabs him by his ankles and pulls him back, flat on his belly, his face pressing into the comforter. In the very next moment, In-ho is on him, leaping on his back to keep him in place, pinning him down.

Gi-hun gasps, the air punched out of him by In-ho‘s full weight, falling on top of him entirely without gentleness.

Finally, finally he can press his nose against Gi-hun‘s neck, where the scent gland should be, and breathe in his scent. It‘s fainter than he is used to, yet still fully omega, the lovely honeyed strawberries he knows from home, which send a bolt of arousal straight down his spine and to his cock. The thrill of the chase has left him fully hard already.

"Don‘t touch me, get off me!" come the muffled yells as Gi-hun keeps struggling in his arms, and oh, it‘s so fucking enticing. He tries to kick his legs out, tries to yank back his elbows, aiming for In-ho, only hitting the air, his long limbs flailing about, still putting up a fight even now, one he can never win.

In-ho presses his whole body down, full contact, and again, Gi-hun tries to throw him off, but after a moment of wrestling for control, it‘s almost too easy to push him down and keep him there.

His omega is entirely at his mercy, the display of his power surging through In-ho like an electric shock to every last cell, an alpha in his prime.

He takes another deep breath in, oh what a sweet sweet scent, with an alluring undertone of metallic fear that he relishes in.

"What are you doing?" Gi-hun snarls, shaking his shoulders in yet another futile attempt to get away. Instead of answering the question, In-ho uses his right hand to push up the thin t-shirt Gi-hun is wearing, quickly lifting it over Gi-hun’s head, baring his back.

"You're beautiful," he whispers into the nape of his neck, because that is true in every universe. The skin feels velvety smooth under his fingertips, except for where goosebumps form in their wake.

In-ho can feel the outline of the spine, the hard knobs forming an elegant chain from the small of his back, up between his shoulder blades, ending in that slender neck that In-ho can't help but press his nose into, feel it with his teeth, lick the salt off tan skin.

In-ho uses both hands to pull Gi-hun‘s sweatpants down.

"Stop, s-stop!" Gi-hun bites out and wiggles his butt in a way that says the exact opposite.

How can In-ho be expected to ever resist the feminine curve of his spine down, down, to that hidden place that is the singular point of In-ho‘s obsession, calling out to him like the most magnetic siren song?

Once the pants are down to the knees, In-ho is back on him, keeping him in place with one hand, while the other makes quick work of yanking his own black tank top over his head, then opening his pants, pushing them down enough to pull out his cock.

When he lays down on Gi-hun again, they are at last skin-on-skin and oh, this body has such pent up sexual energy that he could almost come from just that. Luckily he is an experienced alpha who can handle himself, make it worth his omega’s while.

"You feel so good," he whispers against the shell of Gi-hun‘s ear, licking along the lobe for a taste."Mmh, need to have you so bad, baby, gonna have you …"

Now, many omegas are scared before their first breeding, nervous and anxious, not knowing what to expect yet. And many alphas make the mistake of rushing them, overwhelming their omegas and not giving them enough time to adjust.

In-ho is not one of those alphas. He takes the time to soothe Gi-hun like he did the very first time, putting his whole body weight on his back and scenting him, pressing his nose into his neck. Gi-hun shivers.

He kisses the side of Gi-hun's neck while his hand is free to explore, no more annoying fabric between them. He squeezes one of the firm ass cheeks, earning him a little growl, a small whine disguised as anger, pressed out between bared teeth. His fingers slide further, canvassing the skin to the middle, where a deeper curve opens up to his singular focus.

"We‘ll take it slow, just relax," he kisses into Gi-hun‘s hair. When his fingertips make contact with that twitching ring of muscle, they both groan for different reasons.

"Don't..." It's a plea In-ho can't hear, too mesmerized by the beckoning of Gi-hun's body to tame, to claim.

He has been thinking about this moment since the time he woke up in this body and saw his omega bruised and broken, wanting nothing more than to add to the marks on his skin, leaving them on his soul, too.

"You have no r-right, you‘re no-not him!" Gi-hun groans, and oh how wrong he is, because In-ho has a claim to him in every universe.

"I‘m still In-ho," he says,"I still own you…"

"No," Gi-hun whimpers,"n-not Young-il!"

Some fantasy version of him, In-ho knows. It doesn’t matter. None of it does, his omega is HIS to do with whatever he pleases, and all this defiance just makes his victory all the more satisfying.

Gi-hun tries to lift his hips to get away, but In-ho keeps him down with his other arm and there, oh yes, there, finally he feels the velvet softness of a hole just begging for him to use it, so pliant under his fingertips, made for him, Gi-hun panting as he caresses it in slow circles, only his.

When he pushes the tip of his middle finger against it, like before, it yields, letting him in, but with effort. Gi-hun's entire body shivers as he lets out chants of "No, don't, no no no—"

"Why aren‘t you wet?" In-ho wonders, when he tries to shove his finger in further, yet barely gets to the second knuckle, as Gi-hun clamps down on him. The day before had taken him equal effort, but this time, he has done his part of scenting the omega, letting his pheromones calm him down enough to respond to his alpha‘s needs. Yet he is still dry and tight and In-ho is losing his patience fast. He needs to be inside his omega now.

"What?" Gi-hun whines, pain clear in his voice. His body wriggles, he tries to crawl out from under him, again without any success.

"You‘re so tight, I can hardly get my finger in you," In-ho growls and oh, the harder he pushes, the tighter Gi-hun gets, and he starts to wonder if this might not be a problem after all, but a whole new experience.

"Men don‘t get wet, you fucking bastard," Gi-hun sniffs, his breath labored and uneven.

"But you‘re an omega," In-ho replies. He pulls his finger out, thinking for a moment. If Gi-hun won‘t get wet for him, he will just have to make him wet.

He doesn't wait for an invitation when he sticks the same finger inside Gi-hun's mouth, adding a second one for good measure. "Suck on them for me, baby," he purrs into Gi-hun's ear.

Gi-hun startles, making a gagging noise when In-ho's fingers hit the back of his throat, flooding them with enough spit to earn him a soft "Good girl" from In-ho, who swiftly pulls them back out, just to revisit that sweet spot between Gi-hun's legs.

He has a somewhat easier time now to get that first finger in, still needs to insist for the second, smearing the rest of the drool around to improvise a little bit of slick.

Gi-hun is struggling so beautifully under him, muttering "In-ho" and "Please", mixed with the sweetest sounds he has ever heard from his mate, a desperate melodic litany that calls to the alpha in him in his rawest, most primal state.

It makes In-ho lose his patience completely. He needs to be inside now, so he leans back, spreads Gi-hun's cheeks apart and spits twice between them for good measure, before he is back on him, lining himself up, pressing his leaking cock where it belongs.

"Fuck, you‘re tight, baby" he moans, not used to this much resistance, but determined to get all the way in anyway, as he pushes the blunt cockhead against that tight little hole. It takes effort to get past that first ring, but with enough force, he manages just fine.

"Aaaah!"

Gi-hun‘s body is trembling, he whines in a way In-ho has never heard before, struggling and breathing like he is giving birth, high-pitched guttural sounds. He could swear it makes his cock even harder as he presses deeper inside, with only the smallest bit of slick to help.

"Hmmph…" Muffled sobs into the mattress, music to In-ho's ears…

The fit is impossibly snug, made even more so as Gi-hun can’t even spread his legs too much, restricted by the sweatpants around his knees. It's maybe the best In-ho has ever felt, that delicious hole squeezing down on him, trying to deny him access to where he belongs, but nothing will ever keep him from his omega, not even Gi-hun himself.

He can smell the savory saltiness of Gi-hun‘s tears, and it makes heat pool low in his stomach, as he forces himself deeper, inch by inch, basking in the delicious drag of skin against skin, that tight little hole slowly yielding to the forceful intrusion.

Gi-hun is shaking and howling, not calming down, and In-ho pats his flank like the omega is a nervous horse. But the truth is, this is a rite of passage for any omega, being taken, giving in to his alpha declaring ownership. Maybe he came here to be able to experience this most intoxicating bliss for a second time, as the other him was too much of a coward to do it.

"Come on, baby, let me in," In-ho breathes into Gi-hun‘s ear as he pushes forward, more insistent now, tempted to just ram it in, but also relishing in the slow torture of making Gi-hun take him inch by inch.

"You‘re so tight," he groans again, as the feeling of being squeezed like that vibrates through his entire body.

Beneath him, Gi-hun is quivering from the pain, breaths shallow, softly whining in a tone that is almost an exact match to his omega‘s whines. Fuck, what a turn on that is.

"S-stop," Gi-hun slurs, and In-ho huffs out a laugh.

"No." An omega does not tell his alpha when to stop. "I know, baby, it‘s big, hm? Shhh, you can take it", he whispers, making Gi-hun take it. Licks his earlobe, drawing a shudder from Gi-hun under him. "Feels so good, oh yeah, look at you taking me so well …"

Slowly, oh so slowly, that tight little hole yields, giving in to the intrusion, even as tears stream down Gi-hun‘s face. In-ho laps at them, enjoying the delicious taste of salt like a gift.

"You‘re doing so good, taking your alpha like that, just a couple more inches, almost there," he coos, pressing his hips forward with more and more pressure. "That‘s it, baby, you were made to take alpha cock, look at you, taking me deep like that …"

And then, finally, and also much too soon, he bottoms out, having sunken all the way in, Gi-hun speared on his cock, under his control, where he belongs.

"Good girl," he whispers, taking in a deep breath at the nape of Gi-hun's neck, pushing his nose into the sweat that has collected there, and gets a rewarding whine back. He gives him a moment to adjust, feel the connection between them."So good for me, feel so good, mmmh …"

In-ho puts his full weight on the omega, making him take all of his alpha, ripping away any illusion of escape. He is truly trapped and In-ho will keep him as long as he desires.

"Taking me so well, so good for your alpha…" He plants little kisses along Gi-hun‘s neck, tempted to bite, leave his teeth marks, while he allows a minute or two to let the overwhelmed omega get familiar with his size and the feeling of being filled like that.

It's costing him everything to allow for that time, to hold back, as the beast in him strains against that hold, every sinew screaming for release, for the sweet, visceral taste of conquest.

Finally, finally, he moves. It‘s a slow drag of pulling out at first, ever so slightly, and then a labored push back in, that stubborn little hole still so unwilling, taunting him to unleash the howling alpha from the depth of his being, and he needs more, rocking into Gi-hun with insistence, more more now, the hunter finally tearing into his prey.

It earns him another choked moan from Gi-hun, a half pull out, rocking back in, finding an agonizingly slow rhythm he won‘t be able to abide by, too strong his desire to fill that tight hole deeper, harder, make the omega submit, surrender to In-ho‘s instincts, bare his throat his belly his cunt all of it all of him only for In-ho only his now forever.

The thrusts turn more adamant, the steady "Ah"s and "Oh"s coming from Gi-hun, scattered between the sweetest sobs, spurn him on, make him greedy.

But the beautiful tears are lost to the mattress, the stunning face hiding away in the sheets, it won‘t do, he needs to see Gi-hun properly, needs to see the most minuscule movement of muscle in his expressive features as In-ho breeds him deep, needs to know what it looks like, needs to see exactly what In-ho does to him.

It‘s unfortunate that he has to pull out for a moment, and it earns him a startled whine from the other, but he won‘t have to wait long.

"I know baby, I know, just let me turn you around," he coos, grabbing Gi-hun by the hips to flip him over. The green sweatpants that tangle around his ankles come off with one final tug, as do In-ho‘s own pants that are still up to his thighs.

"There, that‘s better." Now they are both naked, not even the thinnest fabric obstructing skin on skin contact, a pure, unfiltered connection between two bodies, two souls, alpha and omega, becoming one.

Gi-hun shivers.

"You will be warm soon," In-ho smiles at him.

Gi-hun‘s face is beautifully tear-streaked. His eyes shift to the door. He won‘t … again … will he?

Foolishly, he does, makes another attempt to get away, tries to roll off the bed, make a run for it, and this time, In-ho loses his patience.

He is quick enough to get one hand into Gi-hun‘s short hair and janks him back, throws him onto the bed, on his back, exactly how he wants him.

In-ho isn‘t gentle anymore when he holds him down, one strong hand gripping around that slender throat, keeping him still with firm pressure. Gi-hun struggles against him, aids in choking himself without need. The way the omega gasps for shallow breaths painfully reminds him of his own leaking cock, cold and lonely in the chilly air, longing for that comforting hug of a warm hole.

In-ho pries Gi-hun‘s knees apart and oh, oh, the sight of him is taking his breath away.

He runs a hand over the exposed chest and belly, so different from what he knows, flat and muscular without that pronounced soft curve of his omega, but still a hint of it there, enough to know that this version of him is meant to be bred, too.

The familiar soft cock rests between his legs, different from his omega, In-ho already knew. He wonders what Gi-hun is supposed to do with that, why it‘s even there, as his eyes quickly move down to the only thing he truly cares about.

Gi-hun tries to draw his knees together, hands flailing about in a futile attempt to cover himself, as if there is ever any reason to hide away from his alpha. He wheezes when In-ho uses the heel of his hand to increase pressure to the trachea, and his body goes lax. That‘s better.

"Look at you," In-ho coos as he presses Gi-hun‘s knees further apart and oh, how heavenly it is to see him so open and inviting, the puffy hole already twitching in invitation, impatient with the need to be filled again, claimed.

It is mesmerizing, knowing there will always be a place for him inside, and fuck, he can‘t wait any longer.

"You are the most gorgeous thing ever created, perfectly made only for me, only I get to see you like this!"

The omega‘s grace period is over, In-ho lets go of his throat, allowing Gi-hun to take a gulping breath.

When In-ho forces himself between Gi-hun‘s thighs, he can feel all of him against his skin, full body contact from head to toe, the way a mating should be.

"You‘re mine," he murmurs into Gi-hun‘s neck, pressing down with his whole body, lining himself up once more.

This time Gi-hun doesn‘t fight back when In-ho pushes in, he doesn't have a chance to — In-ho just slams into him in one smooth motion, forcing his cock into the still too tight hole, not giving Gi-hun anywhere to go. His hips snap forward, cock ramming inside, one swift, quick slide all the way in, until his balls make contact and he bottoms out.

"Ssso tight for me, ah," he groans, as Gi-hun howls, his whole body shaking, all his meager strength collecting in him to get away, escape this pain from being claimed, ripped open, body, heart and soul, being made to allow space for the intrusion of his alpha, his master.

In-ho enjoys the claws in his back, scratching down, no doubt leaving red hot marks, while he keeps perfectly still, concentrating on feeling every shifting pressure on his cock from the way Gi-hun struggles against him, and yesss does it feel good, the triumph of making himself at home where he is not welcome.

Gi-hun wails, his whole face scrunched up with the overwhelm of it, and oh what a sight to see that pretty face twist in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, being stretched open wide, violated deep by his alpha‘s cock, being used for what he is made for, that exquisite stretch and burn of flesh dragging against flesh.

In-ho moves, fucks into the omega with abandon right away, going deeper, harder, every thrust earning him a high-pitched squeal, big brown doe eyes glassy with tears that make them seem like two deep pools in which In-ho might just drown, until the water spills over and trails down Gi-hun‘s temples. In-ho stares into them as he keeps a steady pace, relishing in the way they widen as he slams his entire length into that sweet hole, still too tight, still uselessly resisting.

"Just like that, baby, look at you taking me so well," he praises the trembling omega,"made to be stuffed with cock, love how you feel, so tight for me…"

In-ho loves it, that Gi-hun is still fighting back, even as he is being thoroughly dominated. Gi-hun’s breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping his throat with every hard thrust. In-ho is going to fuck him into surrender.

And what a treat it is to be face to face like this, to bear witness to the agony on his delicate features, being made to submit, to take his alpha deep, the hypnotic thud thud thud of In-ho‘s balls slapping against his ass every time he rams home.

"Such a good omega, taking alpha cock for the first time," In-ho grits out as he puts everything he has into every slam inside, "I knew you would love it, omegas are all the same, need your cunt filled hard and deep…"

Gi-hun is always beautiful, but the most stunningly gorgeous like this, wild eyes, mouth slightly agape, legs spread wide, wet streaks forming a path down his temples. In-ho laps at the skin, drinking his tears like the sweetest nectar, tasting the delicious saltiness of his omega‘s surrender to being so deeply and thoroughly bred.

Gi-hun's cock remains soft like a true omega, only taking pleasure from his alpha inside of him, from the forceful intrusion of this most sacred place, where alpha takes ownership of omega.

"Mmmh, you feel so good, baby" he growls into Gi-hun's ear, kissing the side of his face.

It feels amazing, violating that reluctant hole and breeding his stubborn omega for the first time again, it makes the beast in his chest roar with pride.

Gi-hun whines, and it stokes the flames in his belly, his hole swallowing every inch of him, his body welcoming him in against its will.

"Gonna breed you deep whether you like it or not, gonna keep you on my cock, knock you up…"

Another deep thrust and suddenly Gi-hun‘s whole body jerks, he is thrashing against him, trying to push him off. In-ho uses one arm to catch Gi-hun‘s flailing hands and pins his wrists over his head. With the other arm he grips his jaw, holding his face still, while he looks into his eyes, enjoying how Gi-hun’s pupils dilate, blown huge with the challenge of accommodating his alpha’s cock.

"… will breed you every day, make you take my cock whenever I please…"

It feels delicious, the heat, the tightness, the struggle. He pulls out to slam back in, again, again, again, again…

Gi-hun whines, and it is such a precious sound, the heat in In-ho’s belly drops lower, his balls draw up, but not yet, no, this can’t be over until Gi-hun has learned that..

"… your place is on my cock, always and forever only on my cock…"

He is here to take everything his alpha gives him, here to be bred as long and as hard and as often as his alpha needs him, and he has no say in the matter.

They are not equals.

"You know when your alpha wants your pretty pussy then your alpha gets your pretty pussy…"

In-ho falls into a steady rhythm, in and out and in and out and in and out, drawing sweet little whimpers from Gi-hun, who slowly seems to settle, no choice but to take everything In-ho is willing to give, legs spread wide, head lolling back, whimpers falling from his mouth as In-ho makes him take and take and take.

A pained groan escapes Gi-hun‘s wide-open mouth, and In-ho can‘t resist any longer, he grabs him by the jaw and licks into him.

The taste is everything he loves, honey and strawberries and sunshine, mingled with something so uniquely omega.

In-ho needs more if it, probing sloppily and uncontrolled, exploring the slick warmth of the inner lip, the delicate ridges of teeth, the titillating wetness of tongue. Gi-hun lets it happen, until he doesn‘t.

"Hmmph…" The stinging of copper floods his mouth when Gi-hun‘s teeth sink into his lower lip.

Little brat!

In-ho pulls back, blood spilling out, drops landing on the other‘s face, while he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Gi-hun grins up at him, a beautiful feral creature that underestimates the power of his alpha. This disrespect won‘t be tolerated.

Smack!

Gi-hun whines as In-ho‘s flat hand slaps him across his cheek, head flying to the side, eyes wide and terrified.

"Bite me again…" In-ho growls, low and dangerous enough to make that smile fade, eyes open wide, and he doesn’t even need to finish the sentence, the implication of threat enough.

All the while In-ho keeps up a punishing rhythm, the slide in and out much easier now, the stubborn hole fucked into submission as Gi-hun whines from the overload of sensations.

Smack!

Smack!

It is a satisfying sight, his handprint on skin, a blooming rose, as capillaries burst from the impact, coloring the cheek a beautiful red.

Another Smack! for good measure, In-ho almost can’t get enough, wants to see that rose get darker and more pronounced for everyone to see.

There is no tolerance for a disobedient omega, and if In-ho has to slap the resistance out of him, he will. If there is one thing he knows, it’s how to discipline Gi-hun in a way he responds to.

Gi-hun howls, then lets out a pretty sob that goes straight to In-ho‘s cock. He looks so scared that In-ho‘s heart almost melts. He caresses the reddening cheek, shushes him with a gentle coo.

"That‘s better baby, never want to hurt you, only want to make you feel so good…"

When In-ho kisses him again, all blood and spit and tongue and teeth, Gi-hun submits, opening his mouth to grant access to yet another hole made for an alpha to possess, and yes, this is how he likes his omega.

Finally he has Gi-hun exactly the way he wants him, all of him, ripe for the taking, from the top of his messy hair to the soles of his tired feet, all his, all In-ho‘s, offering himself up for the taking, claiming every hole, invading him, melting into him and his his his

"Want all of you, take all of you," In-ho moans into the mouth, fucking into him, violating every hole with impunity now, his cock plunging in in in in in, every neuron in his brain lighting up with immeasurable pleasure, the only thing that matters in the universe, in every universe, right here under him, compliant and docile, finally understanding his place on his alpha‘s cock.

Gi-hun is crying beautifully, feeding In-ho a delicate sob with every hard thrust into his body.

There is no resistance anymore, entirely opened up and offered for the taking, submitting to his alpha‘s force.

In-ho tastes the victory of his virility as sweet as the honey smell of his omega, and it makes him euphoric, to be the one to tame him, claim him, fuck him, breed him.

"Taking me so well, letting me breed you full, want to see you with a big belly, want everyone to know I put my cock in you…"

His movements become faster, he thrusts into that reluctant hole with abandon now, every harsh meeting of hips a new high, every ringing slap of his balls against Gi-hun‘s ass like applause spurning him on, every new whimper dragged from the inexperienced omega like choirs singing in his ears.

Gi-hun clenches up, shaking as his eyes roll so far back into his head, only the milky white of his eyeballs is still visible.

"In-ho," he moans, and In-ho drinks his name straight from his lips, swallows it down, feasting on every sound his omega makes for him."In-ho…"

"I will kill all the VIPs for you," he growls,"kill everyone on this island for you, stop the games for you, whatever you want, destroy it all for you."

And he means it, too, he will torture and maim for Gi-hun, rip out their throats with his bare teeth for Gi-hun, tear their empires apart and make them crawl at Gi-hun’s feet, as long as he can keep his cock throbbing inside of him, can keep every inch of it snugly secured in his omega, maybe unwelcome, but still at home, the omega finally accepting his place.

Gi-hun is shaking with being overstretched, pinned on his alpha‘s cock like a butterfly, violated deeper and harder, In-ho taking something from him that was never offered, that thick blunt cockhead dragging along his insides, every inch hitting millions of nerve endings, too much, too big, too deep, until Gihun‘s entire body convulses from the overwhelm of it, drops of sweat shaking loose from his forehead into his eyes with every brutal push into the mattress, whining from the force of it, the unrelenting intrusion into him again and again and again, his soft useless cock trapped between them, friction bearing down on it with every move of In-ho’s hips.

"Yeah, oh yeah, just like that, baby," In-ho can barely speak anymore, every word coming out through gritted teeth, words losing meaning fast in this primal state of mating between alpha and omega."Love you so much, love you on my cock, taking me so good, gonna keep you like this forever…"

The euphoria of it all hits In-ho like a tidal wave, a tornado of blood ringing in his ears, his thrusts get harder and harder and oh, oh, there is that thrilling whine of an omega who is ready to receive his alpha‘s seed, an omega who only belongs to his alpha, whose entire body is not his own anymore as he gets filled up, filled out.

"Gonna put a baby in you… make you bear my pups…"

The might of his orgasm punches a growl out of In-ho as he comes deep inside, filling him up with hot spurts of come that Gi-hun is forced to welcome, no way out but to take what In-ho gives, no choice but to be penetrated by his alphas virility, breeding that defenseless womb deep and full, the impact of life taking root within him, the proof of In-ho‘s ownership soon visible for all in the curve of Gi-hun‘s belly and the milk in his tits, and oh, that really does it for In-ho…

"Breed you full and heavy, everyone will know you‘re mine, my cock inside you all the time…"

He slams his hips into the crying omega, emptying himself out, the shaking shivering creature that is his his his hisss, as he fills him up, leaving proof of possession deep inside.

"Keep you knocked up, keep you swollen with my seed," In-ho grunts, and Gi-hun shatters, whining, begging, as In-ho’s thrusts slower, ramming his cock as deep inside that fertile cunt as it will go, balls drawing up and spilling out out out out out, spilling deep, pumping the ruined hole full of wave after wave of potent come.

Gi-hun whines like a bitch in heat as In-ho‘s teeth bite down on where his scent gland should be, where neck meets shoulder, twitching and struggling, legs kicking out, but In-ho holds him there, pinned on his cock, forces Gi-hun to take it all, every last drop.

Finally, inevitably, In-ho collapses on him, punching a yelp out of Gi-hun as the weight hits him, bodies still connected as they should be, even when it‘s not as snug as it usually is, because there is no knot. In-ho isn‘t surprised, but he still misses the way the omega‘s body would naturally secure the breeding, greedy for the virile seed to take.

He breathes in his omegas scent, his nose pressed against Gi-hun‘s neck, the other sniffles quietly, chest heaving and stuttering.

This. This is bliss.

"It was a lot, hm?" In-ho mutters against the shell of an ear, then rolls them both over in one smooth movement, pulls the other on top of himself, chest to chest, gently pressing Gi-hun‘s face into the crook of his neck, closing his arms around him, pulling him tight.

"You did so good taking me like that" he purrs "Taking your alpha‘s cock like a good little omega…"

Like a good little slut, he doesn‘t say out loud, but oh he can tell, with absolute certainty, that this Gi-hun, too, was made to take it, made to be pinned down and fucked, cunt open and stuffed and wrecked over and over again.

Soft whines waft through the air like mist, a soothing melody, the omega still rattled, but at last accepting his place.

"Did so good, baby, keep you on my cock forever, where you belong…"

That first breeding can be overwhelming for any omega, so it is most important to take care of them afterwards. Usually the knot forces them to stay connected, making it impossible for an alpha to abandon an emotional omega immediately after.

In-ho does his best to keep his softening cock nestled in the searing heat as long as he possibly can, as long as he is still somewhat hard enough not to slip out, an exhausted Gi-hun cradled in his arms, gently petting his hair, while he lets his scent and the closeness calm the omega down.

"Keep you knocked up," In-ho keeps whispering against his ear, sweet little words of assurance. "You will love it, always full of me, always heavy with my pups."

In-ho can feel goosebumps running down Gi-hu‘s skin as he shivers, so he holds him closer, rubs soothing circles into his skin, nibbles softly on his earlobe.

Much too soon, his cock gets too soft even to rest inside any longer, it just slips out with a soft squelching sound, breaking their bond.

"I can‘t wait to see your belly get bigger… " In-ho kisses Gi-hun's mouth, wishing he could get hard immediately again for another round. But this body does not have the stamina he is used to, and neither does Gi-hun's, still heaving for air, crying silent tears that In-ho licks off with appetite.

"Was a lot, baby, wasn’t it, you did so good" he keeps murmuring. The omega just nods, burying his face in In-ho’s neck.

In-ho keeps his fingers in his hair, slowly stroking through it, scratching the scalp lightly with his nails to calm him down. Hugs him tighter, kisses him deep like he wishes his cock still was.

And he can't help himself, he lets one hand slide down Gi-hun's body, back to the place of his obsession, to feel the proof of his virility. Gi-hun squirms, suddenly trying to get away. Stubborn.

"Shhh, I just want to feel," In-ho mutters, fuck, he really wants to get hard again, he thinks as he plunges one finger in and this time, there is not much resistance at all, even though the hole is still deliciously tight.

"You are so good to me, baby," In-ho coos gently, helping the nervous omega along to relax once more. "Need to see you with a full belly, full of my pups ..."

Gi-hun whimpers, and In-ho holds him close, gently shushing him, sliding just one finger in and out slowly, just a little massage for the abused hole, only for a minute before he pulls out again. There is a sheen coat of pink-tinted come on it. He wipes it on Gi-hun‘s lips, makes him lick it off. Fuck it‘s hot, making Gi-hun taste the gift he received, how long until In-ho gets hard enough to fuck that gorgeous mouth?

He uses his other hand to pet his fingers through short hair, down Gi-hun‘s neck, the smooth back. After a while the omega‘s breath evens out, his body becoming heavier, entirely comfortable in his alpha‘s embrace now, overwhelmed and tired, but happy to know he did good for his alpha. In-ho pulls the blanket over them both.

"Was a big cock, wasn’t it, baby, you took a big cock," In-ho murmurs against heated skin, while Gi-hun softly sniffles. In-ho gently cradles him, making shushing sounds into Gi-hun‘s skin. "You were born for this, such a good omega, can‘t wait to fuck you again, need to fuck you all the time, keep my cock in you..."

He slowly dozes off, quiet mewls lulling him to sleep. When he wakes up, they will do it all again. And In-ho really wants to have a go at that lovely mouth.

DING DING DING

A sudden melodic ring from somewhere in the facility, and a pleasant voice announces that the next game will begin shortly. In-ho opens his eyes.

"Fuck, I forgot about that," he groans, stretching his arms, his body pleasantly sore. "We should meet the VIPs," he smiles, and at last releases Gi-hun from his embrace. Can‘t resist giving a hard slap to that lovely ass. "Get dressed."

Chapter Text

(Earth αΩ)

The most surprising thing about all of this isn‘t how Gi-hun seems absolutely tethered to him, following him around like a little lost puppy. 

Wherever In-ho goes, there he is, as if an invisible string ties them together, his presence a constant, tender gravity that mirrors In-ho's every move. When he is on the couch, Gi-hun cuddles up to him, rolled into himself like a donut, his head in In-ho‘s lap. When In-ho walks to the kitchen, Gi-hun follows as if pulled by a magnet. When In-ho is sitting at the desk in the office, Gi-hun is in his lap, chest to chest, chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him, a comforting weight to keep him grounded. 

No, all this isn‘t what surprises In-ho the most. What surprises him, terrifies him, maybe, is that In-ho doesn‘t mind. Not any of it. Gi-hun could follow him into the bathroom and curl up inside his let-down briefs like an overly attached cat, and In-ho would still be okay with that.

Even worse, if he is honest with himself — something he has avoided at any cost for a very long time now — he actually quite likes it, this easy closeness of two matching heartbeats, three when he listens closely. 

In fact, his mind keeps wandering to the real Gi-hun, to their recent time spent together. So close for three whole days, and In-ho didn't mind then, either. Even worse, had kind of liked it, too. 

Hazy flashbacks to her. So warm, so solid. And then. Nothing. Not a single glimmer of feeling in the sea of countless gruesome deaths, no yell, no scream, no plea enough to soothe his anger at an uncaring universe devoid of her. 

Until the day he had found himself leaning into him. Linking arms, touching hips, invading personal space. Hard eye contact, staring, drinking him up with a gaze like the finest whisky. It made the anger even worse, a feeling like betraying her. 

Yet he couldn‘t stop. Sought him out, craved the brush of a hand, the fleeting warmth of a body, Gi-hun a gravitational force so large it was impossible to leave his orbit. Every accidental touch on purpose, every glance lingering a lifetime too long, sending a jolt through him, a forbidden thrill that had both repulsed and intoxicated him. 

Leaning in just a little closer, the excuse to whisper about secret plans to overthrow the regime that would never work out, because In-ho is the regime, but their knees touched and there was a glimmer of life in those brown doe eyes, and In-ho wanted to keep it there, even when the guilt gnawed at him, a constant, low thrum beneath his skin, not her not her not her, still dwarfed by an insatiable pull, a curiosity that bordered on obsession, he was caught, tethered by an invisible, unbreakable thread to a man who promised both solace and damnation, and now? 

Now he is holding that man close, lying together for a nap, as Gi-hun seeks out In-ho‘s safe arms to comfort himself with, the bed built up like a little nest in which he keeps bringing In-ho‘s belongings. 

It‘s lovely like this. 

A peace so deep envelops him, he wants to stay in that embrace forever, in love with a body so tailor-made to cater to his needs, a belly creating life from his potent seed, tits full of nourishing milk for him to drink, holes open and willing any time he craves. And the gentlest soul he has ever met, human-form sunshine, like his old Gi-hun was. Before In-ho broke him, re-made him to fit with the brokenness of himself. 

“What do I do for work?“ In-ho wonders, a whisper in the silence, looking at the SMPA logo on one of the sweaters that Gi-hun uses for his nest. “Am I a police officer like I was back home?“

Gi-hun hums and burrows his face deeper into the crook of his neck, his breath so warm and calming. 

“You were a police officer,“ he clarifies. “You left to do private security work. And now you run a company providing online and offline security for high networth individuals.“

A burst of laughter breaks from In-ho‘s mouth at that. What a pretentious way to say rich assholes…

“And what is your job?“ he asks instead. 

Gi-hun giggles, a sound like a flutter of butterflies taking flight in In-ho‘s belly. 

“I‘m an omega,“ he says, as if it explains everything.

“I know, but you have to make a living, don’t you?“ In-ho asks. Is this Gi-hun an unskilled labor worker just like his own had been, stumbling from one low wage job to the next? Did the other In-ho pull him out of poverty just like In-ho had done for the real Gi-hun, when he gave him access to 45.6 billion won? 

“What do you mean?“ Gi-hun asks, sounding like the concept of a job is entirely foreign to him. 

“I mean how do you make money?“The question can't really be that strange. “Don‘t you work?“

“Yes I work!“ Gi-hun says, pulling back so In-ho can see the appalled look on his pretty face, eyes big and accusing. “What do you think this,“ he gestures to his belly, “is? Do you think carrying your pup is a walk in the park? She‘s kicking a lot, already jumping on my bladder all the time! Do you think it‘s fun trying a thousand different things just to find that one bacon combination that makes me not go insane?“

In-ho just — smiles. A part deep inside him cramps up with the sheer unbearable tenderness of this moment.  He would do anything, everything to have this. Really own it. He knows he can‘t stay here, but in this very moment, oh, he wants to, he wants to so much. 

If only he could have this with the real Gi-hun. Maybe there are still other ways to be a family…

“Okay, okay,“ In-ho laughs, placating the outraged omega with a kiss to the forehead, “but this is our first pup, isn‘t it? What did you do before that? Don‘t omegas ever work?“

Gi-hun shrugs. 

“Of course omegas work,“ he explains, “but as omegas we can‘t have our own money, we don’t know how to handle important things like that. So only alphas and betas can make money, and an alpha will always handle finances in any household.“

In-ho thinks of his Gi-hun. How much better would his life have turned out if he had In-ho as his alpha to handle money for him? 

“So no, I never had a traditional job if that's what you mean, omegas are not allowed to. And I don‘t think I would even know how to do anything smart like that. I was lucky that my mom let me stay with her until I met you. She has several stores and she let me help out there. She always wanted me to have a respectable alpha as my mate.“

“So not everybody mates for love?“ In-ho wonders. It‘s quite interesting to him how little the omega seems to think of himself. The other Gi-hun surely has made a lot of dumb decisions in his life, but In-ho still wouldn't call him dumb. To the contrary, when he tries, he has an impressive talent for understanding people, a shrewdness that often goes unnoticed beneath his seemingly naive exterior.

“Not at all... If my mother had put me out on the street after my first heat instead of keeping guardianship as my alpha, I would have needed to find another alpha immediately... Even if I can‘t make my own money, I still need to eat and keep a roof over my head!“

“And what if you can‘t find one?“ In-ho asks. It seems quite unfair that omegas are not allowed any money when they still need to pay bills to survive somehow.

“Well, an alpha will always find you,“ Gi-hun shudders, cuddling closer again, as if the idea of just any alpha snatching him up off the streets is just too horrifying, and maybe it is. “It is very rare for an omega to remain unclaimed for long once we are alone. Sooner or later, an alpha would have found me, and even if he didn’t want me for himself… well, he could sell me to others. There are only very few shelters for abandoned omegas, and even they aren’t always safe. I have heard stories of omegas who did still get sold from there, or end up as service omegas…“ 

In-ho doesn’t know what a service omega is exactly, but Gi-hun’s voice breaks at the word and he stops speaking, so In-ho pulls his mate closer and holds him tight. He doesn't need to hear more.

“So, how did we meet?“ he asks instead, just to take the other‘s mind off the topic. 

“You saw me in my mom‘s store,“ Gi-hun says, the tone of his voice immediately changing to something soft and happy. “You always say you knew right away I was the one.“ 

In-ho could swear he sees actual hearts in Gi-hun‘s eyes. 

“And what did you think?“ he wonders. 

“Well, I didn‘t think anything yet, you had to ask my mom first, didn‘t you?“ he giggles. “She agreed to your proposal of courting me. It took me a moment, but you were quite insistent, and when you had me I knew we were fated mates.“

In-ho imagines meeting his Gi-hun at his mother‘s little food stall. Locking eyes for the first time, as he bought some Samgyeopsal or Godeungeo gui from him. Would Gi-hun have made it himself? The omega insists on making every meal for In-ho, would the real Gi-hun do the same? In-ho sitting at the table while his omega serves him something delicious, getting some fuel before In-ho would exert all his energy when he took him to bed…

His hands wander over Gi-hun‘s body. He would feel exactly like this, wouldn’t he? A little thinner. In-ho really needs to feed him some good food when they get out of the game, fatten him up just a bit, to get those chubby cheeks back, to have somewhere to grab on to when he holds him down, to make sure he has enough energy and sustenance for good health. 

In-ho kisses the omega’s shoulder, down his amazing tits. He nursed from them earlier this morning, drinking his fill until his belly felt full and sated. He gives them a good squeeze now, feeling how they are slowly filling back up. 

Still. 

Lying here, with Gi-hun in his arms, so perfectly pliant — would his Gi-hun be this way? Or would he be more defiant, prickly, resistant to touch?

He moves farther down that gorgeous body, lips tracing the bump, lower, over the smooth pubic mound, until he arrives where the scent is strongest, enveloping his senses, short-circuiting his brain. 

Gi-hun is moaning above him already, sighing as he spreads his legs wider, wanting it, needing him. In-ho can’t get enough of how willingly the omega lets him take whatever he wants. What will he have to do to make his Gi-hun like that?

Instead of tending to where Gi-hun needs him most, he moves on further down, to the soft skin of his inner thighs, tracing the sensitive flesh with his lips, kissing down inch by inch. 

Gi-hun‘s breath hitches, In-ho can‘t see his face, the belly too pronounced already, but he can smell the wetness getting even stronger, so alluring, calling out to him, not yet, not yet. Gentle little kisses down the supple canvas of the inside of his legs, licking lines into them with a teasing tongue, rubbing his nose there. 

"Please, please," come pleading mews, delicate fingers in In-ho's hair trying to guide him back to the damp skin of Gi-hun's pussy, where he needs his alpha most, desperate for contact. 

And finally he dives in, small little tastes, still teasing.

A scent of warm rain on soil, of whispered pleasure, the core of his omega, rising to meet him. He brings his face closer, his gaze fixed on the trembling flesh, a promise of raw, untamed pleasure.

His lips part, gently enclosing the clit, as he licks slowly, deliberately, soft moans escaping him, as the first burst of flavor explodes on his palate. It is the pure essence of lust itself, being so close to the center of the universe, concentrated and alive on his tongue, the gravitational pull of wet willing pussy keeping him there forever, the greatest joy in life, as he closes his eyes, letting the sensation wash over him, a wave of pure, unadulterated need, tasting Gi-hun like this. He sucks on the swollen clit, swirling his tongue around it, then flat, hard licks that make Gi-hun roll his hips into his face with more and more force. 

Kissing the puffy lips glistening with juice, so satiny smooth under his tongue. 

Gi-hun sighs and spreads his legs wider, offering up that sweet cunt like he always does, entirely open to his alpha, every single cell of his body only In-ho‘s. The clit is hot and beckoning, In-ho swirls around it, making Gi-hun sigh and tremble as he keeps his mouth here and sucks, putting more pressure on it to tease the omega, make him want more, make him lose his mind. 

He could stay here forever, buried up to his nose in pussy, bury his cock here again and again, soak up all the little tremors between Gi-hun‘s legs. 

He‘s done this before, of course, always loved it, giving pleasure this way, so intimate with the most beautiful place on earth.

Suckling on the clit like he did before on a nipple, when he coaxed it to squirt milk straight into his mouth, only that the nerve endings here are even more dense, making Gi-hun press closer, coating In-ho‘s chin with his delicious juices, a soft give that feels profoundly satisfying. 

He kisses the pink puffy lips like he would Gi-hun‘s mouth, greedy and consuming, getting lost in the sublime texture, impossibly smooth, subtly firm, then dissolving into liquid velvet. Each subtle ripple of his tongue draws out more of the omega's essence, a deeper whisper of the divine, a wave of something primal and potent. His head tilts back slightly, eyes still closed, as he fully surrenders to the experience. 

Lapping up the delicious nectar of ripe cunt.

The juices, thick and syrupy, flood his mouth, an intense river of pure, concentrated essence. Some escapes, trickling down the corner of his lip, a glistening rivulet that he catches with the tip of his tongue, savoring the heady warmth. He keeps his eyes closed, lost in the immediate, overwhelming sensation, as his tongue  slides to the entrance and dives in, opening Gi-hun up, tongue-fucking the omega, who twitches and moans above him like he is already filled with cock. 

He gets his tongue deeper inside, thrusting, feeling the walls press down on him like it was still his cock inside, and he marvels at the intimacy, at how perfectly made his omega is for him, how it all belongs to him, all of him, and he presses deeper, like he wants to crawl inside, but of course his tongue does not nearly reach as far as his cock, he can barely even taste his own come, burying his cockhead much too deep, bumping against the cervix and being cradled so lovingly by the welcoming womb. 

He goes back to licking over the clit again and again, slurping up every drop of Gi-hun‘s arousal, getting wetter for his alpha because that‘s what he is made for, always open legs, open holes, open mouth? And In-ho loves how swollen his cunt is, heavy from the pregnancy and taking his alpha's cock every day, a true testament to In-ho’s virility. 

He could drown in it, stay here forever, still, somehow, it isn‘t enough. It wouldn‘t be like that with the real Gi-hun, would it?

Gi-hun would have a dick to suck. Would he make the same sweet sounds for him? And would he get hard for In-ho, thick and leaking, heavy in his mouth, filling him out? Would In-ho even want it like that, let Gi-hun have his own arousal, selfishly take pleasure from him?

Or would In-ho like him better soft, unassuming and humble like an omega, only getting what In-ho allows him to take.

He imagines Gi-hun with his dick soft and small while In-ho fucks into him, the only pleasure he is allowed to have coming from In-ho‘s cock thrusting into him, burning up his insides, yet unsure if he will allow his omega the pleaure or if he has to feed off the pain. 

No, it wouldn't be like this with Gi-hun. But there is something that would be at least similar. He retreats from that one hole and oh, oh yeah, there is another one that has his full interest now, just a little further below, and when he presses his nose there and takes a deep breath in, it goes right down into his already rock hard cock, nonetheless twitching with newfound interest. 

Gi-hun squeals in surprise, then giggles as In-ho presses his lips against the delicate asshole in a rough kiss. 

He loves that he can do whatever he wants with Gi-hun, explore his whole body to all his heart's desire, and the omega just spreads his legs for him and begs. He thinks the real Gi-hun will probably protest a bit more, but In-ho will chain him up if he has to, as soon as he returns to his world he will know every inch of Gi-huns body with his hands, lips, tongue, feel every hole clenched around his cock. 

That sweet little asshole twitches, with three to choose from In-ho wonders which hole the alpha prefers, In-ho could ever choose. 

He licks over the twitching muscle with his flat tongue, each subsequent lick a discovery. The subtle variations in texture – the firmer outer edges, the softer, almost silky core where he opens up. 

He works around the inner curve of the rim, meticulously, his lips pursed slightly, sucking at the shy little hole, a soft, almost slurping sound echoing in the room. The corners of his mouth gleam, still wet with the juice of delicious pussy that he smears around the asshole, running his tongue over it, pressing his lips to the skin, the very act primal, uninhibited, a pure line to the other‘s core.

This here, the connection between their bodies like a live wire, everything he has ever wanted, needed, he could stay here forever, having everything, anything. 

But the soul connection is not here. The soul connection is to his Gi-hun back home, with all his sharp angles and rough edges, with the hatred between them, the clear knowledge that Gi-hun will never ever let In-ho in so willingly. Will give him nothing for free. Will have to be courted. Will have to be convinced. Will have to be made to. A prisoner, maybe, probably, possibly forever, in his grip, trained, shaped, until he, too, will spread so beautifully to In-ho's every whim.  

Oh, how he could have had him already, could have made him his when he had the chance. Why why didn’t he? Back then. Gi-hun was so open to Young-il. So trusting. He could have. Should have. Is absolutely going to. 

Remembers the perfect opportunity as he grabs the omega by the hips, flips him over suddenly, forcefully, mindful not to put any pressure on the belly, but insistently propping him up on his knees, made into an offering for only himself, both holes on display. Delicious. 

But this time In-ho only cares for one of them, that perfectly plump ass, the one his Gi-hun would present to him. 

Young-il is supposed to be just some guy. Harmless. Married. 

And they really need to prepare for the ambush after lights out, to give Gi-hun at least the semblance of a chance for his flimsy excuse of a plan. As if his little ragtag gang of trash could ever do any serious harm to the powerful conglomerate that is The Games. He meant what he had said, if the world doesn‘t change, the game doesn‘t end, and the world will never change, because it is an inherently awful place, where the worst of the worst make it to the top, and the worthless trash at the bottom will step on each others skulls for even the smallest chance to climb out of a hell of their own making. 

Yet here is Gi-hun, still fucking believing in some fairy tale of goodness in other people, in him, and he is looking at him with doe eyes, and In-ho just can’t say no, wants to let him try, no matter the cost. 

But before that, he needs to have him, and this is his last chance for a while, maybe forever, before everything changes between them and they are back to enemies. 

So this is it. 

“Gi-hun,“ he whispers, “come with me to the bathroom. There is something you need to know, it‘s important.“

There is not an immediate answer, the other stares at him for a moment, slightly shaking his head, but In-ho has to insist. 

“Please,“ he says, putting on his best pleading, vulnerable face, more a mask than the black shell of the Frontman. “This might be my last chance to show you something very important, we both don‘t know what will happen when the lights go out.“

And because Gi-hun is Gi-hun, he can‘t resist someone asking so nicely for his help, begging so prettily, which is exactly the reason he will lose every single time, and he still doesn’t understand it, but maybe this will teach him. 

They have barely 10 minutes left when In-ho leads him to the bathroom, the guards only putting up a weak front of denial before they allow them to leave the dorm.  

Barely 10 minutes, but he won‘t last anyway, it’s been such a long time. And if he needs more time, they will just slow down the clock for him. There are perks to being the boss. 

“Alright, what is it?“ Gi-hun asks when they are finally alone under the bright halogen lights, so utterly open. Gullible. That face. That mouth. Someday he will have time to devour all of it. Not now. 

Now In-ho pushes him into a stall. Gi-hun stumbles backwards, too surprised to protest much, and that‘s better, closed in by the narrow walls, pressed together, oh yes, here he doesn‘t need an excuse to be up close, to feel the heat radiating off of him, a nervous energy, so on edge before the big battle. 

“What - what are you doing?“ Gi-hun seems scandalized, blushing furiously, as In-ho puts a hand on that slim waist, pulling their bodies together.

“Young-il, w-we don‘t have time,“ he stammers, voice breaking so beautifully, body shivering under In-ho‘s firm touch, hands exploring now, grabbing onto the rounded flesh of a perky ass, making Gi-hun shudder. 

“This won‘t take long,“ In-ho cuts him off, body square in the way of the door, allowing for no escape. 

“Please, not like this…“ Gi-hun tries to bargain.

No, not like this, he agrees, he would have loved more time, take Gi-hun apart atom by atom and put him back together with In-ho’s name carved into all of them. 

But they don’t have more time, so he should really get on with it, he tells himself, bend him over and make it quick, but Gi-hun is so fucking gorgeous that In-ho could stare at him forever, those eyes, that mouth, all arranged to make one perfect face, the hair and the slight stubble, and that tall, slender body drowning in the boxy tracksuit, he needs to drink it all in, so close he can feel Gi-hun's ragged breath on his skin. 

And for a second he can feel it from the other, too, the pull, attraction drawing them together, Gi-hun leaning in, closer, oh those lovely lips, wants to taste them, lick them, to utterly consume the quiet invitation in their curve. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, a fragile moment stretched taut between desire and restraint. Every molecule seems to hum with the magnetic force urging their mouths to meet, a silent, desperate plea for contact.

In-ho forgets everything, forgets the plan, the rebellion, the reason he came here, will give Gi-hun everything, tear this whole island down for just one kiss and oh, oh yes, leaning in, half-moon eyes, the tingle at the back of his skull, closer, so close now, yes, please…

“Let me out!“ Gi-hun spits, tilting In-ho‘s world back on its axis, shoulders bumping into him, so determined to leave him but no, no more, Gi-hun won‘t ever be allowed to leave, In-ho won‘t let him, and if he tries In-ho must teach him a lesson. 

No more gentle guidance, instead grabbing Gi-hun‘s sweatpants to pull them down in one swift motion, so sudden and surprising that the other can‘t even object before they pool around his ankle. 

The nakedness distracts him from his plan to leave In-ho at least, instead he takes a step away, the back of his knees bumping against the porcelain bowl, hands against the stall walls to keep his balance last second. 

In-ho looks down to naked legs, this is what he wanted, so slender and shapely, wants them wrapped around his hips but no time, dick soft and unassuming. 

“What are you doing?“ Gi-hun hisses, trying to bend down, pull up, In-ho gets too close, takes up too much room, no space left for his little hero to hide. “Stop that, we need to get back…“

In-ho‘s fingers dig into flesh, boney but still so soft, grabbing his hips to turn him around, too fast for Gi-hun to really register what is happening, but it is happening. 

Oh what a gorgeous, gorgeous sight, that ass in full view as In-ho pushes Gi-hun‘s torso down, makes him get in position yes yes yes so good so lovely, hand at the back of his neck, gripping tight, drawing out pained sounds of submission, the most heart-achingly tender melody. 

With his feet bound by the sweatpants, Gi-hun can‘t really spread his legs, so In-ho grabs his ass checks and pulls them apart and oh, oh yes, yesss, there it is, that tight little hole he has dreamed of, obsessed over, nervously twitching, or maybe impatiently waiting to be filled up by him, to be devoured and filled. 

“Young-il!“ Gi-hun pleads, the panic now carrying his voice outside, and In-ho feels a shower of goosebumps running down his spine at the thought of the guards hearing, knowing. This is really happening, there are people who know, who hear, who bear witness to In-ho making Gi-hun his, as he should be, as he always will be from now on. Everyone must know. 

In-ho pulls his own pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring free, already hard and leaking with precome. He spits in his right hand to coat it, but it is hardly slippery enough for a good glide, won‘t matter, in fact all the better, he wants Gi-hun to feel him for days, for weeks, for the rest of his life. 

Still he spits between Gi-hun‘s cheeks for good measure, a little courtesy, rubs the saliva in a bit, his brain short-circuits at the touch, feeling that delicate hole under his fingertips, yearning for him, needing him, it‘s not enough, he needs to get his cock in now! 

In-ho lines himself up, his free hand on his cock to guide it inside. When he pushes against the entrance, Gi-hun bucks his hips like a wild mare, panting as if he‘s in labor, broken sobs as In-ho increases pressure on the slender neck to hold him in place. 

Fuuuck, it‘s much too tight, the blunt cockhead presses forward but the hole is not yielding, Gi-hun clenching tight, yelping “Don’t, please, Young-il,“ begging prettily, but the fake name makes the beast inside roar even more, Gi-hun will know him, the real one, this is the last chance, more pressure, forcing himself in, forcing that cunt open, demanding entry, pushing, and yesss there, Gi-hun cries out broken sobs the guards must hear, must know this is the moment In-ho‘s cock slides in, violently breaching him, conquering where he doesn‘t belong and oh, oh, the way the little cunt cramps down on him makes him see stars.

“Aaah,“ he groans, one arm wrapped around Gi-hun‘s middle now, holding him close on his cock without moving at first, just so he doesn't come then and there, he wants to get at least a few thrusts in, make him take it hard, but damn the feeling is almost overwhelming.  

For a moment he presses his nose into Gi-hun‘s neck, takes a deep breath in to calm himself. The heat pools in his belly already, his balls feel hot and too full, why did he go so long without this lovely squeeze of flesh, he can never miss this again, needs Gi-hun on his cock always, no one else can have him, no one can kill him, everyone knows Gi-hun is his his hissss

“Mine!“

Finally he pulls his hips back, making the prettiest whimper fall from Gi-hun‘s lips, and again as he slams back in hard. 

“Oooh ah…“ come the lovely whines through gritted teeth, as if Gi-hun wants to withhold his devotion from him, bracing himself against the opposite wall, his spine and long neck the most elegant curve, bones rattling every time In-ho slams into him. 

“Hnnng…“ He‘s seeing stars already, the tightest pussy he‘s ever had, fuck it feels good, he takes just another moment to breathe in, calm himself or he‘s gonna spill right now and he hasn‘t even made Gi-hun beg yet. 

“You‘re so tight,“ he moans, loosening his grip on that slender neck to place kisses there, open-mouthed, teeth dragging over skin the same way his cock does when he pulls out just an inch or two. 

“Mmmhph,“ come the lovely whines as he slams back in, just once, before he has to collect himself again, feeling the squeeze around his cock. He looks down to where it disappears inside Gi-hun‘s body, cunt already swollen puffy and red and fuck that really does it for him, he pulls out, fucks back in with force, again, again, watching the unwilling hole swallow him up, conquering Gi-hun‘s body in the most intimate way, making him take it in in in in, as he establishes an intense rhythm, quick hard thrusts that tear Gi-hun apart, make his pretty tears falls into the toilet with a solemn plop that can hardly be heard above his cries, but In-ho hears, and he grabs Gi-hun‘s chin and yanks his head around to lick them off, taste the salt and pain on his tongue and it‘s so addictive, he always wants to see Gi-hun cry for him, because of him, all the same. 

Cunt’s getting wetter as he slams into it, proving how much Gi-hun likes it too, to be kept on his cock and filled up. 

Fingers dig into Gi-hun‘s hips, the speed ramps up, the enticing slap slap slap of his balls against the roundness of that ass, his cock ramming as deep as it will go, he needs to be deeper, needs Gi-hun to taste him in his mouth as he floods his hole, more of it, harder, leaving bruises on skin, the crying so loud now everyone will know what they did, what In-Ho did to Gi-hun, his now, claimed, made him submit, marked as his as mine and oh, oh yeah, there it is, much too soon, the overwhelm of his orgasm, he keeps Gi-hun pressed tight.

“Ah, take it, take it all,“ he grunts, flooding him as deep as it will go, mine, everyone will see, will know their little rebellion is lead by a man who has In-ho‘s come dripping down his legs and they will all know who did that, who he belongs to, who forced him open and crawled inside and staked claim with every spurt of come he plants deep inside. 

In-ho groans, he has never come this hard, almost blacks out, holding on to Gi-hun for balance and to keep him on his cock for as long as possible, but he feels himself get soft already, much too soon, and fuck he needs to do that again, needs to build up his stamina, needs to keep going all night and all day every night and every day until forever 

When he slips out, he loves how destroyed that little hole looks now, puffy and red, gaping around the phantom cock Gi-hun must surely still feel inside, an invitation to do it again. Soon, he promises, as he watches a trickle of pink come drip out, rubs it into the skin with his thumb. The sight is so fucking sexy In-ho nearly gets hard again, but there is a rebellion waiting for him, and Gi-hun is quick to pull up his pants, wordlessly pushing past him to leave the stall without taking even one look at him. 

But he looks rumpled and wobbly and everyone will know. Everyone. In-ho made sure of it. 

When they make their way back to the dormitory, Gi-hun is limping a bit, walking funny, like he still got cock inside. The players will see. The players will know. In-ho can‘t get rid of the satisfied smirk. 

Is it fair to make Gi-hun go through his little rebellion with a freshly fucked asshole dripping come and blood? Well, maybe the games are not always fair, after all. 

He finds himself with the omega in his arms, spooning him from behind, both of them breathing as if they just sprinted a marathon, a fine sheen of sweat covering both their bodies. His cock is buried inside the omega‘s ass, the fit terribly smug, so good. 

Like this he can almost pretend the omega is just a human man, his Gi-hun, the one who is so infuriatingly, frustratingly defiant, enraging, challenging. The one he really wants. 

“Does your alpha ever fuck you like this?“ In-ho asks, enjoying the afterglow of a mind numbing orgasm. “Does he fuck your ass too?“

Gi-hun giggles, a lovely pink flush on his face that In-ho can‘t tell whether it is from his orgasm or from slight embarrassment. 

“Of course,“ he murmurs, hiding his face in the crook of In-ho‘s elbow. 

“Do you like it?“

“Of course,“ he says again, “I like everything you like. Whichever way you want to have me, I‘m yours…“

It‘s music to In-ho‘s ears. He won‘t have quite as many holes to choose from when he gets back, but the idea that Gi-hun will just have to let him have him in whatever way he wants is surely exciting. 

“You‘re my alpha, I can‘t say no to you anyway.“

“You can‘t say no?“ In-ho repeats, liking what he hears. The real Gi-hun will learn the same lesson. 

“Well, why would I want to?“ the omega smiles at him. "You‘re my alpha, you own me.“

In-ho feels the blood rush back down into his cock at these words. Yes, he does own Gi-hun. All of him. 

He plunges two fingers into the unused hole of his cunt, feeling the thick roundness of the bulge from there. It gives him gooseflesh down his spine, to feel how filled up the other is, to know he can do whatever he wants to him and he will just spread wide and take it. The real Gi-hun won‘t be as receptive at first, but oh will it be fun to train him, make him take it until he has learned his place on In-ho‘s cock. 

Not for the first time, he wonders if the VIPs got to him. What he is doing now. Alone with an alpha who may or may not protect him. Who has no idea how the real world works, how to shield Gi-hun from the VIPs. What if they have already used him for their amusement? What if the other him failed to shield his little hero?

“Do you think the other me will get jealous when he comes back and finds out we had sex?“ he whispers into Gi-hun’s hair, rubbing slow circles into Gi-hun's clit. It‘s not really the question he wants to ask. 

“No,“ the omega whines, so overwhelmed from being fucked so good, his body shivering under In-ho's continuing attentions. “It‘s still your body and he knows there is no possible way to keep a bonded pair apart.“

“That‘s good,“ In-ho says. “So alphas always keep their omegas?“

“N-no,“ Gi-hun moans. With the way In-ho massages his pussy, it's getting hard to concentrate. “It-it can ha-happen that an alpha will b-breed an omega and, aaah, and then just abandon them. It‘s nn-not as rare as you w-would th- ah, think.“

“I will never abandon you,“ In-ho assures him, placing a kiss at the nape of his neck, sliding his fingers in and out of the hole his cock isn't currently using. “So do you think your alpha slept with my Gi-hun?“ He wants to jump out of his skin, he is so tense at the question. 

“Of course,“ Gi-hun just says and In-ho just hums, a sick flutter of nerves in his stomach. Their first time ever, and it would be with another person. Would not be with him, the real In-ho. 

“Are y-you jealous?“ Gi-hun whimpers, sensing the change in demeanor. 

“No. But…“

But he wanted to be the one to take Gi-hun‘s virginity. He thought about it, many times. 

But now, now he can‘t do that anymore. Now someone else has been there first. Did Gi-hun like it? Or wasn‘t it even that good? Did Gi-hun whine as beautifully as the omega?

“Ouch,“ Gi-hun whinces, looking back at him accusingly. Only now does In-ho realize his free hand has tightened the grip on Gi-hun's hip. 

In-ho lets go, takes both his hands back, but he still feels that same tightness in his stomach. 

Will his Gi-hun ever give himself to him so completely? Can he make him?

Or maybe he is just now doing the same for some disgusting VIP, begging for mercy he is not getting, being fucked and filled by dicks in all holes, whining as much as this omega. It makes him sick, he must get back there, must claim what is rightfully his! 

RRRRRRING

Just as he feels the heat pool in his lower abdomen, the vibration of a cell phone demands attention. When he reaches over to the nightstand, he sees a familiar face pop up on the screen, one he really isn't prepared to see.

“Why is my brother calling?“ he asks. 

Gi-hun scrunches his nose up, as if he is embarrassed to think about his brother in law seeing him just now. 

“He is your second in command and leading the company while you take care of me.“

It feels strange, the idea of talking to Jun-ho like normal, like nothing has happened between them. And here it didn‘t. He feels a slight tremble in his fingers that shouldn‘t be there. 

He finally presses the green button. 

"Hyung?"