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FILL: The Best Sort of Death 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 04:49 am (UTC)(link)This was a joke.
"No, no fuckin way..."
This had to be a joke. A very bad joke. A nightmare.
"T-this can't... t-t-them m-machine... it's gotta be wrong!"
He'd wake up any second now, he was sure of it. Any second now. Maybe if he closed his eyes, counted backwards from ten and pinched himself really REALLY hard, he'd wake up.
TennineeightsevensixfivefourthreetwoonePINCH
"OW!"
Desmond opened his eyes and stared at the paper in his hands. The results were still the same - he wasn't dreaming. A sort of helpless, almost unstable-sounding laugh bubbled up in his throat, although it only came out as a cringing whimper. Desmond Miles did not whimper. Desmond Miles was stronger than that.
Desmond Miles was an Omega.
Can you say 'fuck my life'?
----
It started when he finished Ezio's memories and went to Connor's. At the time, he'd been having some rather wierd dreams, dreams that made no sense to him, dreams where he was Altair or Ezio and he was either fucking Leonardo da Vinci or being fucked by Malik Al-Sayf. Both sets of dreams disturbed him, but not for the reasons most would assume. What was disturbing was whenever he woke up, he felt hot. Needy. And no matter how much he masturbated, the ache never went away. It only got worse.
The feelings came three times a month, usually from anywhere between two and nine days at a time. During that time, Desmond ran a high fever, had an ache between his thighs that felt out of place and developed some rather kinky dreams. Most of them were of Altair and Ezio, but occasionally ones snuck in that weren't of any of those.
They were of Shaun.
Shaun, who spoke Sarcasm and Snark practically twenty-four seven, and gave him hell about everything he had done, would do or was planning in the near future. It was ridiculous. And yet every time Desmond woke from the dreams, his cock harder than he'd ever felt in his life, it was Shaun's face he imagined as he stroked himself to completion before passing out. He didn't know why it had to be Shaun - why not Lucy or Rebecca? He'd tried imagining both of their faces and gotten nothing out of it. Not a twitch of interest. Yet Shaun's face popped up and suddenly Desmond wanted to rape the man into the ground.
It was why Desmond secured the test. Nobody really used it anymore, seeing as Alphas and Omegas no longer existed in real life, but Desmond had stolen one regardless and used it. And an hour after inserting his blood into the tiny machine and setting it aside, the machine had come up with the results.
Desmond was an Omega. Suddenly, everything made sense. The dreams and fever were the results of his first heat coming into play, and the strange ache between his legs was his body requesting a child - Omegas were made to bear the children. It was the most fucked up thing Desmond had ever known. He intended to keep it secret. Possibly forever, or at least until he died. This could never go past him. If it did... if Shaun or Lucy or god forbid Rebecca ever found out...
So Desmond burned the paper the results were printed out on and locked the machine away beneath his bed. No one would ever know. He went to bed dreaming of a world where he had an Alpha, and was loved. He woke up the next morning to three things.
The first was a raging hard on. No surprise there.
The second was the ache between his legs, nagging incessantly. Again, no surprise.
The third was Lucy, standing in the doorway with the machine in one hand, and a copy of the printed results in the other.
The first thing out of her mouth? "Desmond, what is this?"
That was when Desmond Miles realized that he was well and truly fucked.
Re: FILL: The Best Sort of Death 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 05:02 am (UTC)(link)Oooh, are Altair's and Ezio's orientation a nod to the other prompts? (I know one classed Ezio as Alpha, and I'm fairly certain there was an Omega Altair prompt.) :D
I can't remember, can male Betas impregnate male Omegas? I remember seeing a chart somewhere, but I can't find it. (And because the idea of Shaun knocking up Desmond, even if it's a tiny chance, is both amusing and tooth-achingly sweet to me.
ITTY BITTY MINI SHAUNDES W/ REDDISH HAIR AND SARCASTIC SNARK!:D)Re: FILL: The Best Sort of Death 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 05:17 am (UTC)(link)There was an Omega Altair prompt, back in one of the earlier parts. Part two, I think it was. And yes, those were nods to the other prompts.
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 05:09 am (UTC)(link)They were in the kitchen/Animus area. Rebecca and Shaun were sitting at their desks, watching the events before them unfold - one with a wondrous expression, the other with a glint of curiosity. Neither boded well for Desmond - especially that curiosity. Desmond sat at the small breakfast table, eating toast with jam and orange juice, while Lucy sat across from him, trying to get him to talk about what they'd discovered.
"Fuck off Lucy, its not happening. Just drop it, okay?"
"I can't do that, Desmond. You know that." She ignored the audible growl Desmond sent her way through his toast and leaned forward, lowering her voice. Rebecca and Shaun leaned in as well, hoping to hear what was being said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. I mean, its not like you could control it or anything - its your ancestor's genes reacting inside of you. I'm sure if we go down to the pharmacy, they'll have something to stop it--"
Desmond slammed his hands on the table, startling everyone. "No, they won't Lucy. Do you want to know why? Let's think for a minute, shall we? About two hundred years ago, Betas began mating with Alphas and Omegas, and watered the lines down. And now, two hundred years later, EVERYONE'S A GODDAMNED BETA!" The last line came out explosively, shocking Lucy out of her chair and back. Desmond felt satisfaction at that; how dare she act like there was nothing wrong with him? He was a goddamned Omega in a world filled with Betas!
"Desmond, i-if you just calm down, I'm sure--"
"Calm down? You want me to calm down, Lucy? Then fine! Find me a damn Alpha! Then maybe I'll calm down!"
Lucy bit her lip. "You know I--"
"What, can't do it? Oh, big surprise there!" He threw his hands up and stalked off, slamming the door to his bedroom shut behind him. Rebecca whistled low.
"Wow, that temper's really something when it kicks in." Then she turned to look at Lucy. "So, what are we going to do about 'mega in there?"
Lucy sat back down in her chair. "I don't know. He's right; the Beta lines have watered the other two down so badly, there's no possible way to find an Alpha. And even if we did find one, we'd have to put Desmond outside the barriers to meet him to avoid compromising our spot, and that would put him in danger." She sighed, raking her hands through her hair. "This is so unbelievably--"
"Amazing." Shaun's voice overrode hers. She looked up.
"What?"
"It's so unbelievably amazing. To think, that with that power in him, he would end up an Omega. I would have guessed him more to be the Alpha type." Shaun seemed pleased about the entire issue, if the smile on his face was anything to go by. Rebecca snorted.
"You're just saying that because you've got a crush on Dezzy-poo."
"You do?" Lucy's eyes went wide. Before Shaun could answer, Rebecca interrupted.
"How have you NOT noticed it, Lucy? I mean, seriously, this guy's man-crush could be seen from space! I'm honestly surprised Desmond hasn't figured it out yet."
"I do NOT have a crush on that bloody git!" Shaun hissed, shooting up out of his chair, a fine layer of pink across his cheeks. "He's just... interesting to me, that's all."
Rebecca snorted again. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, slick."
"Enough," Lucy waved the argument aside tiredly. She had an idea about what to do with Desmond, and she wasn't going to sit and wait for Desmond to okay it. "From now on, Shaun, you're in charge of Desmond."
"Maybe you're just--wait, what? I'm what?"
"You're in charge of Desmond. If he goes into heat, its your job to do something about it."
"I...what?" For the first time in a while, the historian seemed genuinely shocked. He came out from behind his desk. "Do you not recall that he and I are barely on speaking terms as is? And you expect me to go in there when he's horny and irritated and... and..."
"Fuck him. Yeah, that's the general idea," Rebecca told him smugly. He whirled to glare at her and she ducked down behind her monitor, eyes laughing at him.
"Shaun, I don't have time to worry about details. We need to get Desmond back on his feet as soon as possible, and if that means pitching you two against one another, then that's a hardship you'll have to endure." Lucy said sternly.
She expected another rebellion, but Shaun just laughed softly and started towards Desmond's room. "No hardship Lucy. No hardship at all."
Then he was gone, and Rebecca looked at Lucy. "So, any bets on how loud they're going to be?"
Lucy groaned.
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 05:45 am (UTC)(link)His instincts were screaming that he was in danger. So he would avoid the other three for as long as possible, or until he could come up with a plan. Something, anything. He needed to get away from the danger.
The door to his room slid open, revealing Shaun leaning against the frame with an oddly smug expression on his face. At the sight of the historian, Desmond felt his entire body tighten with both fear and want. His body was telling him that here was a male Beta that he could fuck, while his instincts were telling him here was the threat that was causing him so much unease. Shaun was a danger to him: he had to avoid Shaun.
"Having a bit of problem there, Dessy? Want Shaun to kiss it all better?" The slightly mocking tone was accompanied by a grin that felt far too lecherous for Desmond's liking. A shudder of disgust shivered up his spine; the idea of Shaun even touching him sent his heart into overdrive.
"Go away, Shaun," Desmond said, very quietly. Shaun snorted, kicking the door shut behind him. Desmond jerked. "Don't close the door!"
Shaun raised an eyebrow. "Didn't know you were the voyeurism type, mate."
"Don't call me that!" Desmond snarled, rolling over until his feet hit the floor and standing upright, posture defensive. "Open the door Shaun, please."
Shaun rolled his eyes. "Desmond, seriously, its fine. Just calm down and let's get this over wi--!" While he'd been talking he'd walked forward, hand stretching out towards Desmond. In the next instant he found himself slamming into the opposite wall, tasting blood as he bit his tongue.
Desmond had reacted to the proximity of danger; he'd kangaroo-kicked Shaun as far away as possible. Now he was running past Shaun, flinging the door open and disappearing down the hall, all before Shaun could get up.
"Desmond! D-des.. goddamn it!" He flopped over onto his stomach, grunting at the pain, and hauled himself up, running after the assassin. "Desmond, would you stop acting like a child and come out already? This isn't a game!"
If only he knew the half of it.
Shaun searched high and low, but couldn't find the assassin anywhere. No matter how hard he called, what he threatened, Desmond did not come out of hiding. He didn't understand it - Omegas were said to be utterly submissive, without resistance when it came to their heat. So why had Desmond lashed out? Was his heat already over? He eventually gave up, going back to report to Lucy that her idea was a complete and utter failure.
If Shaun had bothered to check the cabinets in the kitchen, he would have found one slightly ajar, and inside it one trembling mess of assassin, hands pressed over his mouth and nose to stifle his breathing, tears running down his face.
Re: FILL: The Best Sort of Death 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 06:28 am (UTC)(link)And Shaun is being all sorts of creepy and smarmy. And taking it for granted that Des would be all hormonal and just roll over and let him do whatever he wanted. (But my love of angst and whump makes me really love the possibilities, gdi.)
Re: FILL: The Best Sort of Death 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 06:51 am (UTC)(link)Haha, I know that feeling. XD
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-26 04:02 am (UTC)(link)It was late; Shaun had retreated back to his rooms for the evening, and called Lucy and Rebecca to him from there. He wasn't eager to confront Desmond anymore, now that his head had cleared. Part of him felt something he had done had been the trigger for Desmond earlier, but he wasn't sure. Lucy seemed the most knowledgeable on the subject of Omegas, but Rebecca had surprised him before.
"I did exactly as you said I needed to do, and I got kicked for my efforts. Quite hard, in fact." He licked the split in his lip where his tooth had pierced it. It hadn't bled too much, but it was still really sore. "So, are you going to tell me what I did wrong? Because as far as I know, Omegas are not supposed to lash out like that when they're in heat. They're supposed to roll over and take it."
Rebecca stared at him for a minute before bursting into hysterics. "Where the hell did you hear that?"
Lucy actually looked disgusted. And alarmed. "Shaun, that's not how these things go. Omegas aren't whores - its true they're controlled by hormones during the days they're in heat, but that doesn't mean they're weak." She scrubbed her face with her hands. "Ugh, this is such a catastrophe."
"Look slick, the thing about Omegas is that when they're young and going through their first heat, they can be really volatile. Especially if they're forced into a corner. And Desmond's kinda crazy, with the Bleeding Effect doing its thing," Rebecca had finally calmed down enough to explain, and did so with great vigor. "You've also got to add in the fact that Omegas were much more social than Alphas - and Desmond is quit literally the last of his kind. So you've got a half-crazy, terrified, volatile young adult male coming into his first heat and being confronted by a smarmy, snarky, razor-witted older man that thinks he's easy and exudes sexual desire. You tell me what's going to happen, genius."
Shaun winced slightly. When put like that, it did sound rather unsavory.
Lucy sighed. "I imagine he'll take to hiding for a while, probably somewhere we can't follow. For now, we should leave him be; Shaun, the next time you see him, you need to apologize. I know you're eager--"
"I am not!"
"--but you're going to have to take this slowly. Like Rebecca said, Desmond's not entirely stable right now. And given the mistake you just made, I'd say he's going to be pretty damn far from trusting you anytime soon." She disappeared from the room suddenly. Shaun waited for her to reappear; when she did, she was carrying two books, both paperback. One was a small black book, and the other was a light brown book. Both were journals. "Here. This has enough to help you through any questions you might have."
In the black journal on the back of the cover read the inscription "Malik Al-Sayf" while the brown read "Leonardo da Vinci". Shaun's eyes went wide.
"Malik was supposedly an Alpha. Rumor holds that he was mated to Altair, although you can imagine how debatable that is considering Altair's relationship with Maria. Leonardo was tried for sodomy - the rumors there said that his partner had been none other than Ezio Auditore. The difference is that Leonardo was an Omega," Lucy rattled off. Shaun blinked several times, pinching himself to make sure it was real. The journals of Desmond's ancestors - or someone close to them. A thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Why can't we use these to tell us where the Apple is?"
"Because neither ever mentions it. They talk about missions or meeting the ones they love. Malik talks about his courtship with Altair, and Leonardo's is mostly filled with ideas of art or meetings with Ezio. They'd be of more use to you than to us."
"Methinks you might want to start with Leonardo's journal, Shaun. Get the Omega mindset in your head before you start playing Mr. Big Strong Alpha," Rebecca called to him as they left. The door was closed behind them, leaving Shaun on the bed with the journals.
He was tempted, seriously tempted to start with Malik's journal. But at the same time, Rebecca's words haunted him. Desmond was vulnerable - if he read Malik's first and made the wrong move, Desmond could very well kill him. He needed to get to know his enemy - or rather, his partner - before he could get to know his own role.
So with a heavy sigh he dropped Malik's journal in the drawer beside his bed, toed off his shoes, made himself comfortable and opened Leonardo's journal to the first page.
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 5/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-26 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)Shaun eventually made his way out of his room and discussed what he'd learned with Lucy and Rebecca; he seemed surprised about the amount of violence involved with an Omega's first mating. Rebecca informed him that its usually because the first is the most intense heat, and the smell is ten times better than what a usual heat scent is, which causes most Alphas in the nearby vicinity to go into a sort of rabid frenzy. It was this same first heat that caused Shaun's personality to do a 180 earlier.
"How do you know so much about this stuff?" Shaun demanded the third day in, when Rebecca shot down his belief that Omegas were more susceptible to temptations of the flesh than Alphas or Betas, "I mean, most of the information about the two groups has clearly been skewered over the years - look at what the porn industry has done to it."
"Because unlike you, I do research. Malik and Leonardo weren't the only ones to record their adventures with their mates. We found at least twenty more journals from various other ancestors when he found those. All of them from Alphas or Omegas, which should tell you that back then, there were practically no Betas around. Meaning nothing was screwed up like it is now."
That made sense. He continued to question Rebecca and report to Lucy, making sure that the answers given to him by the book were the same Rebecca had found. He was pleased to discover that they were, with the odd variant here and there depending on the timeline. This made things easier, especially when trying to pick up the especially important facts from the less important but still needed ones.
It seemed that all Omegas had an extra sensitive stimulation point somewhere on their body; this point was usually exploited by the Alpha during mating, and was only ever revealed to them. Not even the parents knew where an Omega's point was. He also picked up that certain Omegas could resist the call of the heat, and would actually lash out if an Alpha attempted to court them during those times. These Omegas usually required a different, much slower approach. Altair had been one such Omega.
Times like this, Shaun couldn't help but thing Desmond was worth his weight in gold. Leonardo's journal gave him the journey of the Omega from birth to death and all the fun things in between, but Malik gave the description of what it took to attract the particularly stubborn Omega's attention. Altair had been no easy catch it seemed, fighting Malik's advances at every turn. The only reason Malik had triumphed in their mating was because he had accidentally discovered Altair's stimulation point and used it against the assassin. It had been the perfect distraction to get his final words in before Altair had flipped him over and ridden him dry. Shaun couldn't help but wonder if Desmond would be so dangerous in bed.
Part of him hoped so. The rest of him shrank up at the thought.
A day and a half after that, Shaun began to (tentatively) alter his approach to Desmond. He still hadn't seen the assassin anywhere, but he still needed to give an apology and get Desmond to trust him again. Malik had done it with snark and patience. Ezio had done it with seduction and friendship. He supposed he could take a page from each ancestor's book and try it that way, but something told him it would end up incredibly messy. So he decided to lean towards Malik's path, and see what would come of it.
During the sixth day, Shaun finally ran into the person he needed to see. He had just come out of the kitchen area, yoghurt in hand, when he rounded the corner and nearly ran into Desmond, who backpedaled so fast Shaun would have assumed he'd seen a viper rather than a potential mate. Shaun quickly raised his hands in a surrender and backed up. "Sorry, sorry. Um. Were you fixing to get something to eat?" Still no apology, but Shaun wanted to wait to see what would come of this. Desmond stayed back, watching him warily, but nodded all the same. "Any certain food item?"
"Apple," the other grunted. Shaun nodded, turned and went back into the kitchen, grabbing and washing the apple before carefully going back and tossing it to Desmond, who stared from it to him with a strange expression. Shaun took a deep breath, and prepared to apologize.
"What's your game?"
Ah, and there was the hostility he'd been expecting. Okay, good, he could work with hostility. "No game, Desmond. I just wanted to apologize for the other night. I, erm... lost my head a bit. I didn't-- shouldn't have cornered you like I did."
Desmond stared at him, confusion and paranoia written all over his features. But he didn't bolt. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because its the right thing to do. And because you've got enough weight on your shoulders without having to worry about being attacked by me. So I'll stay out of your way if I can, and leave you to your cycles and whatnot." He turned, heading back the way he'd come despite the fact that it was a dead end. He would wait until Desmond left, and then he'd go back to his room and stay there for the rest of the night.
Eventually Desmond resurfaced to throw the apple core away, and spared him a glance, but still kept to the other side of the room. Shaun knew that he was far from forgiven in the other man's eyes, but hopefully he'd at least made a step in the right direction. Hopefully.
And if not, well, Lucy would be there to scold him.
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 6/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)At least that's what Desmond thought, and nowadays he was discovering he was rarely ever wrong. Between his heightened instincts from the B.E. and the new abilities handed to him by the Omega genes, he could tell someone's alliance with just a look. And his instincts were telling him that something was wrong with Shaun. He was being too nice - he had backed off so suddenly, and was continuing to do so.
Not that Desmond didn't mind. Truth be told, he was embarrassed by how badly he had over-reacted earlier. Especially the crying-in-the-cupboard thing. That was... well, he just preferred not to think about it. So he was grateful that Shaun was at least giving him space, but...
But now he was thinking Shaun wasn't so much 'giving him space' so much as 'outright avoiding' him. And he was curious as to why. By all means, Desmond was hardly dangerous. Take away the assassin training and he was practically a walking target. Especially now that every Beta within a 100 mile radius could smell him. He was kind of curious about why Lucy or Rebecca hadn't said something about it - maybe female Betas weren't as attracted to the scent of an Omega male like male Betas were? He didn't know anything about the whole Alpha-Beta-Omega thing, apart from the fact that Alphas were territorial bastards, Betas were kind of in the middle and Omegas were really submissive and people-pleasing. The irony that Desmond was an Omega was not lost on anyone.
But back to Shaun. The avoidance was why Desmond was currently (cautiously) poking his head around corners, looking for the historian. He needed to know why Shaun wasn't talking to him, wasn't looking for him or giving him any sass. Not that it was bad, but it wasn't normal. And Desmond really liked normalcy - especially these days. He went back to searching, and even contemplated knocking on the historians door. Maybe later, once he'd checked out the usual haunts of the man.
Shaun was in the Animus room. Looking around, Desmond found that both Lucy and Rebecca were missing - a strange event, but nothing that would raise the alarms in his head. They'd gone missing before, usually for shopping or something important. The only question was why Shaun was messing with the Animus when Rebecca wasn't around. The closer Desmond got, the more he realized Shaun wasn't just working on the computer - he was actively getting up and walking to the Animus, messing with panels and sliding things around. Important looking things. Desmond's eyes went wide. Wow, he'd never known Shaun had that much courage in him. He didn't envy the Brit when Rebecca returned.
The only question remaining now was whether Desmond would ask what he was doing, or tuck tail and go back to his room. /Wassa matter? Too afraid of the big bad Beta to go asking questions? Oh how cute./
Great, now his own mind was mocking him. Fine, no more mister nice Omega.
"What are you doing?"
Shaun jumped badly, slamming his head into the underside of the Animus. Cursing loudly, the historian gingerly pulled his head out, rubbing the now sore spot. Desmond didn't realize he'd moved from the doorway to beside the man, hands hovering in a sort-of comforting gesture until Shaun looked up at him and jerked back, nostrils flaring. "What the bloody hell are you doing out of your room?"
"Uh..."
"And don't scare me like that, you great git! This is a delicate piece of machinery, and if Rebecca comes back and sees it hurt in any way, shape or form, my ass is beyond grilled," He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head and hissing as he felt the bump. "Oh, this is going to feel just fantastic in a few moments, I just know it."
"S-sorry dude. I just wanted to ask what you were doing," Now Desmond felt awkward; he backed up a couple of inches to give Shaun some decent breathing room. "And won't you get your ass grilled anyway? I mean, you are kind of messing with Rebecca's... uh, Baby, and all."
Shaun gave him a withering look. "Yes, but I'm messing with it on her orders. The only reason she isn't here to supervise my meddling is because Lucy dragged her off on a hunt for another clue. And for groceries, since someone has been eating a lot lately." The unmentioned "someone" coughed, cheeks pink.
Okay, so he'd eaten a bit more than normal. Sue him! He'd been distressed, and comfort food had seemed like a great idea at the time. "Um, why exactly are you messing with the Animus anyway? Are you upgrading it or something?"
Shaun's lips quirked. "Something like that, yes. It has more to do with you than the machine." He didn't offer up any more info than that, leaving the option of being told what exactly the Animus would do to his body up to Desmond. The brunette caved after only a couple of minutes in the silence.
"What do you mean? I'm healthy, aren't I? Isn't that all that you need?"
"Mm, not quite. Normal people only require health, but with your body's recent... additions, we decided to err on the side of caution. So Rebecca is setting it down to a lower frequency. Fewer memories, faster sessions. So you don't strain yourself. Or your body."
"I'm fine, Shaun. Really."
The man's glasses glinted, a strange look coming over his face. "Really, Desmond? Were you 'fine' then, when you kicked me into the wall after trying to help you?"
Oh boy. Desmond's stomach suddenly felt like lead, and he knew for a fact his face was heating up. "I...I've actually, kinda been meaning to apologize for that."
Shaun stopped and leaned against the Animus, arms crossing. "Oh?"
"I may have... overreacted. You... um, how do I put this without sounding completely creepy? You smelled... funny."
Shaun's eyebrow went up, but he didn't interrupt.
"Uh, okay, you know how you can smell the difference between an onion and a tomato? One's really sharp, and the other not so much? Well, normally you smell like a tomato. But... when you cornered me, you went from smelling like a tomato to smelling like an onion. Really fast. So I kind of, um, panicked. My instincts kept telling me you were an enemy, that I needed to get away from you. That's why I told you not to close the door - I needed an escape route."
"To make you feel safe," Shaun murmured, gaze distant. Not sure how he knew that, Desmond nodded.
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm sorry for overreacting. Just... if you're going to do that again, don't corner me, okay?"
At this, both of Shaun's eyebrows went up. "You say that almost as if you're expecting me to try it again."
"Yeah well, I don't know a lot about Beta males. I don't really know about any of that stuff. When I was younger, we were given brief lessons of the old days, but nothing really... in-depth. They told us that Alphas were usually stronger, and really territorial of their mates and possessions, and Omegas were usually sweeter in temperament and more social. People-pleasers, I think they called 'em."
"Did they never mention Betas?" Shaun asked. Desmond shook his head.
"If they did, I don't remember what they said. I kind of always assumed you guys were just... in the middle. Kind of Alpha-ish, but kind of Omega-ish at the same time."
"Stubborn, but quiet?" Shaun laughed at that. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you there, Desmond. Betas are what you call the grey area - they can either turn white or black. In my case, with your recent addition of the heats, I'm heading for black territory at a dangerous pace."
Desmond jumped back, heart pounding. "You're turning into a Templar?"
Shaun laughed, but it sounded too... light to be called a laugh. More like a passing breath of air. "No. Alpha. I'm turning into an Alpha, Desmond. Only personality-wise, of course. I can't transform overnight, like you can. Sadly."
The smile he offered then bordered on terrifying. And yet somehow Desmond had never seen anything that looked so sexy in his life. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought as he tentatively smiled back.
At least that's what he thought, right up until the door slammed open, and the girls reappeared, panic in their eyes.
"Templars, outside!" Lucy gasped.
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 7/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)The first Nature of that of the Alpha. They are naturally commanding people that feel at ease in large crowds, or when speaking before an audience. They hold a natural air of authority, and can compel an Omega who is in heat with the usage of tone range. An honorable Alpha will not do such a thing, as to compel an Omega without consent is both rape and theft, first of the mind and then of the body. Those that do compel an Omega usually do so only with their chosen mate, although exceptions have been made in the past - some do it to help friends or family relax, or to warn off other Alphas. In the case of using it against other Alphas, it becomes a fight between souls, rather than bodies. The stronger soul will emerge as victorious, and the lesser soul will be forced aside.
"Alphas are also the most obedient of the three Natures, constantly protecting and caring for those within their family, or those that meet their high standards. An Omega's empathy can call to an Alpha's obedient nature, making them a valuable weapon for the Omega. They are respectful and polite, and usually the first to take a step onto the battlefield. They can be stubborn, lazy or arrogant, and hold a danger of having a much shorter fuse than the other two Natures.
The second Nature is that of the Beta. Betas are the grey area between the black of the Alpha and the white of the Omega. They are the rarest of the three Natures, and those that hold them are usually highly sought after. Betas are stubborn, demanding and intelligent, usually best put in areas of high security or knowledge. They can be flexible in their methods, and act as a sort of divergence or backup on the battle field, rather than active attacker. If life they can be willful, yearning towards things that they can't achieve and seeking greater riches. They can be greedy, obnoxious and sometimes lackluster. They have no particular ability.
The third Nature is that of Omega. Those of this nature are usually empathetic and sensible, and can hold a charm of their own that often lures Alphas in. As most Omegas are delicate of body, they are watched over and cared for greatly, being as they are also the life-givers of the three. Omegas come into their first "heat", an ability that is much like a woman's period, once every moon. Every Omega is bound to a different moon cycle.
The cycle cannot be put off or disrupted, but the heat can be pushed down through the means of certain drugs. These drugs must be refused once an Omega becomes pregnant, or they could risk the child's life. Young Omegas who come into their first heat are often volatile and dangerous, and are usually aided by older Omegas who know the burn and can be spared the furious wrath of the younger's temper. It is unwise to pit an Alpha against a younger Omega during his first heat, as the scent of a virgin Omega will often drive the Alpha into a near-berserk frenzy, and the scent of the Alpha will in turn enrage the Omega, causing a bloody mating if it does occur.
It is usually wise to sedate an Omega during his first heat, and provide them with all they desire, keeping them in a comfortable environment with two or three other Omegas to talk to. There are those who can resist the call of the heat, and will dissuade matings through the usage of active violence. For those who are paired with such an Omega, a different approach is usually necessary. If they are truly stubborn and insist on putting themselves on the battlefield, it is best they be used only as healers or assistants, instead of active combatants, particularly if they are going through heat."
- Journal of Malik Al-Sayf, page 5.
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It took Desmond all but a minute to hear and recognize the words, to realize that Templars were coming for them, and he was in heat, and ... and...
"I've got to do something." He snapped on his hidden blade and pulled the sleeve over it, reaching for a black jacket to go over the hoodie, striding towards the door with purpose, only to be snagged a second later and dragged back. "Wh-what the heck Shaun, let me go!"
Shaun snarled at him, ignoring the order as he dragged the younger man back into place, Rebecca and Lucy already rushing around in an effort to pack everything up before the Templars reached the place. "What in the name of the bloody Queen of England do you think you're doing, Miles?"
"I'm stopping the Templars, what does it look like I'm doing? Now let me go, damn it!"
Shaun's grip tightened on his arm; Desmond yanked it away anyhow. "In case you have forgotten you little twat, you are still in heat. Meaning that every beta out there will smell you-- there's nothing to be done! We just need to pack up and--"
"No," Desmond argued back calmly, feeling something inside him shift, nudging against his being. "I need to do this, Shaun. I can look after myself."
Shaun's pupils were blown, eyes nearly solidly black. He couldn't seem to make up his mind whether to be angry or attracted. "Desmond you git, if you go out there--"
"I won't be found out. Please, just trust me on this, okay? You and Lucy and Rebecca can still pack up and leave if you want, and if you come back in fifteen minutes and the Templars are still here, you can leave without me. But I have to do this. For god's sake Shaun, that's what you put me in the Animus for!"
It took every bit of Shaun's willpower not to grab the ignorant fool and drag him back as he stepped out the door again, disappearing down the hall. He wanted to follow the tugging inside him, follow Desmond and make sure things end up alright, but at the same time his logical side was screaming that Desmond is an assassin, he isn't, and he and the others needed to bail before the Templars showed up and fucked everything to pieces.
/If you let him go, they'll destroy him./
A sick feeling washed over Shaun's mind, and in that instant he knew he couldn't leave the bloody wanker that had charged out into the fray without a second thought alone. He needed to follow and provide back up. Even if it might get him killed.
Shaun dug into his desk for his gun, grabbed his jacket and followed Desmond outside.
Re: FILL: The Best Sort of Death 7/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 04:17 am (UTC)(link)Somehow I get the feeling that Des should've also had access to those journals, now. (Probably gonna bite the Moderns in the ass later, huh?)
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 8/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 10:58 am (UTC)(link)That was Desmond's first thought as he ducked into the shadows and made his way across the area above, quickly counting numbers and adding them up in his head. The total was quickly nearing four-score -- and intimidating number considering there was only one of him. He recalled Shaun's refusal to let him go, and thought for a brief moment that perhaps he should have listened.
/Shoulda, coulda, woulda. Are we going to do something or just sit here and wait for them to find us?/
Point made. Desmond climbed down, carefully sticking to the shadows and giving the adversaries a wide berth. If he could get to the back of them all, he'd start sweeping them from the back and hopefully get to the front before they could get inside and track down Lucy, Rebecca and Shaun. He still wasn't sure how they hadn't smelled him yet, but he wasn't going to look a gifthorse in the mouth.
He managed to find a little niche in the corner of an alleyway and stayed there as the numbers went by. Even when it seemed like the last of them had gone, he stayed a bit longer, in case they had set up a group further back for a plan like his. The Templars were an aggravating bunch after all - he would give them that they were intelligent, but that was all he'd give them.
After a moment or two of waiting, he tentatively ducked out from his hiding spot and began to sneak up on the first in the back row, waiting until he fell a step behind the others before reaching out, covering his mouth and slicing his jugular. He dropped the body and continued onward, keeping pace with the others and praying that they wouldn't turn around.
Luck was with him, at least until he finished the sixth man in the group. Then luck abandoned him. He wasn't sure what he did, or if it was even him, but one of them glanced behind him - and that was that.
"Assassin!"
"It's the target!"
"Get him!"
There must have been some apprentices in the group, because only novices rushed into battle like that. Desmond briefly considered how much he had just sounded like Malik before ducking under a knife swing and planting his blade firmly between the guy's ribs. There were only three of them, but it was enough of an annoyance. Especially considering they had guns, and instead they'd chosen to use knives - not that Desmond was complaining, but it was just a thought.
When the third guy was down, four more advanced, much slower than the first group. And then suddenly, they just stopped. Desmond couldn't figure out why--
--right up until they started smelling the air. /Fuck my life./
"'ey Sarge? This 'un, he's in heat," one of the men called over his shoulder. The 'sarge' stepped forward, tilting his head slightly. After a minute, he grinned.
"So he is. Well boy, unfortunately for you, Vidic wants you back. And he's ordered us not to hurt you, so you can count your blessings, however short they may be. But..."
"But?" Desmond snapped. He was feeling on-edge now, the sensation of so many hungry gazes making his instincts scream. Suddenly he was more than ready to fight and cut these guys to pieces. It was just like with Shaun, except Shaun hadn't been an enemy or made his skin crawl out of itself like his was trying to do.
"But Vidic never said we couldn't have a bit of fun before we returned you. And after all, we're going out of our way to collect you're deranged ass and all. It only makes sense, right boys?" He chuckled, and then jerked his head towards Desmond. "Secure our treasure."
Desmond's mind seemed to fall away then, some part of him stepping out of his body and watching as he was apprehended, arms held while he was forced on his knees. /No.../
They surrounded him, a solid wall of black and silver metal mixed with dark vibrations. It was like being sucked into a void of tar, slowly pulling him down and drowning him. He could smell them, feel their desire. Some part of him craved it, wanted what they were offering. The rest of him, the part that wasn't driven by the heat, was disgusted and terrified and and and--
/Kill them./
"Now then boy, why don't you open your mouth like a good pet? And don't you dare bite down."
/Let me go. Let me go let me go letmegoletmegoLETMEGOLETMEGO--/
"LET ME GO!"
And suddenly that part of him that had been sucked out was back inside, and his vision was covered by a veil of red flame. His mind went blank, and the last thing he remembered was Shaun rounding the corner right before his blade severed the head of the man in front of him.
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It was like watching a horror movie. Shaun could think of no other way to describe Desmond at that moment. A mere second ago he had been intent on saving the other man, seeing him pinned and surrounded. But now? Now Shaun knew Desmond didn't need any help. No, Desmond was... well, for lack of a better word, he was berserk.
It was a slaughter, simply put. He was razing the men to the ground with the blade, screaming like a wild animal, eyes unfocused as he struck down Templar after Templar, blood hitting the ground and him in copious amounts. It was enough to make Shaun sick, especially once Desmond seemed to get bored of severing head and moved on to stomachs, the contents emptying along with the intestines, the bodies dropping to the ground without putting up a single fight.
What felt like hours took only seconds. Then only Shaun and Desmond were left standing, one with a gun in his hand and the other with a blade. Shaun began backing up, trying to quietly get back inside and let Desmond cool down, the reminder of the volatile first heat suddenly striking him. He was doing well, right up until his foot hit a rock, causing it to skitter aside. In the silence, Shaun could hear his heartbeat.
Desmond turned to look at Shaun, and grinned, no sign of his sanity anywhere to be found. Shaun said the only thing he could think of.
"Oh bugger."
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 9/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)Well, more interesting. After all, he was in a group comprised of murderous Assassins, trying to keep mythical artifacts from falling into the hands of tyrant men and women called Templars. That alone was practically the definition of interesting. And that wasn't even with the addition of the supposed Ones Who Came Before and all their magic mojo thrown in. The point was, his life was hectic and had been for a very long time. He was used to hectic. But Desmond had thrown a wrench into his patterns, cast doubt on things he used to be so sure about. And Shaun liked it; it gave him something to look forward to.
Normally. But now was not normal, because now Desmond was moving towards him with his blade bloodied and Shaun dropped his gun, because he didn't need to be gutted right now and certainly didn't feel like doing so. So when Desmond pushed him down and sat on him, blade kissing his throat, he didn't move. He merely watched, not offering up any resistance. This seemed to confuse the assassin, as Desmond tilted his head and frowned, blade digging in a little. Shaun fought not to gulp in response and turned his palms over, showing he held no weapons. "Easy there, Desmond," he muttered.
Something shifted behind Desmond's eyes, and the brunette shook his head, as if trying to clear it. While he was distracted, Shaun quickly slipped his hands up near Desmond's hips. Something in Al-Sayf's journal had mentioned that occasionally physical touch could shake an enraged Omega out of their blood lust; he didn't know if Desmond was one such man, but it was better than lying there and waiting for Desmond to slit his throat.
When the blade wavered a bit, he gently laid his hands down. A hiss of breath told him that the touch was noticed; keeping his gaze locked with the one above him, he carefully slid his hands up, near Desmond's ribcage.
The reaction was not what Shaun was expecting. Desmond practically threw himself back to get away from Shaun's touch; he blinked rapidly and shook his head several times, blade slipping back into its sheath.
"Desmond?" Shaun tried.
Desmond said something, but it wasn't in English. Shaun might not have understood the words, but the tone was clear; Desmond was pleading for something. Carefully getting up, he approached the other man, palms up to show he meant no harm. Desmond didn't back up, but he didn't advance either. "Easy Desmond, it's okay... the Templars are dead now, you see? No more danger. You can relax. Just... just relax, okay?" At this point Shaun wasn't sure if he was talking more to Desmond than himself, or perhaps it was a combination of both - all he knew was that Desmond seemed to be suffering under both a Bleed and the effects of a heat-induced blood lust, which made him virtually a walking bomb.
Lucy and Rebecca could handle a lot of things, but a suddenly murderous Desmond was not one of them.
So once again, Shaun got close, Desmond wavering on his feet, looking more than a little faint as light returned to his eyes. Then, just before Desmond could collapse, Shaun seized him under the arms again. And once again, Desmond yowled and tried to spin away, but Shaun held tight. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Miles? I'm trying to help, you ignorant git!"
"L-l-let go S-s-shaun! T-t-that--"
"Why are you stammering?"
"B-b-bad touch!" Desmond yelled, cheeks turning red, and suddenly Shaun just GOT it.
"Oh. Oh bloody hell!" He let go of Desmond so fast his hands might as well have been on fire. His mind dryly recalled the little thing Al-Sayf's journal had mentioned about Omega pleasure points - it seemed Shaun had inadvertently found Desmond's. /Good going there, idiot. Way to make an excellent impression. And you call yourself an intelligent man./
"Shut up," he growled at himself, his own cheeks a fantastic shade of pink. "Uh, Desmond I didn't mean to--"
"I know, I know," the other reassured, looking more like himself already. "It- it was just... um, you-you touching, and m-my heat..."
Oh. OH. Right. He was still under his heat, and Shaun was still exuding hormones, and with him touching the pleasure point...
"M-maybe we should, uh, clean this up and go back inside and call it a day?"
"Good idea. Best idea ever."
"Excellent. You want some tea?" Shaun never shared his tea, but he was willing to make an exception, seeing as he'd practically molested Desmond just now.
"Love some. You want some spaghetti for dinner?"
"Sounds delightful. I'll let the girls know."
Re: FILL: The Best Sort of Death 9/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-08 08:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: The Best Sort of Death 9/?
(Anonymous) 2013-04-21 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)