Sorry for the wait. I had important tests to review for. (Technically I still have tests to review for today, but I've sorta ran out of shits to give)
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It was silent, except for the sound of his own heavy breaths. There was slick on his thighs and sweat beading on his forehead. He could smell the heavy alpha musk of his ally and he had to restrain himself from reaching for the other, from crawling over and just begging him to-
Ezio hugged himself tighter, ashamed at the desire he could feel tearing through his body. How could he let his instincts control him like this? How could he be so weak? There must be something wrong with him; this wasn’t natural; how could anyone, omega or not, go through this?
The moment stretched out and Ezio’s thoughts took a depressing swerve as La Volpe made no movements.
What must he think now? Ezio couldn’t stand the thought of being judged like that. What if La Volpe found him disgusting for reacting the way he did? What if they thought he wasn’t fit to be an assassin anymore? Omegas weren’t assassins. Omegas didn’t fight and assassins weren’t this helpless.
A strangled gasp tore its way out of his mouth as a hand grasped his wrist gently, the smell of power, of Alpha flooding his senses. He thrashed, struggling to get away and get closer all at once, panic closing up his throat and lust burning through his body.
Then there were fingers rubbing at his wrists, arms hugging him closer and… oh, that felt good… He could feel tension and anxiety draining out of him as his wrists were rubbed. A shudder ran through him as teeth grazed a spot on his neck that made him feel boneless. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” The rumbling voice seemed to come to him through a tunnel and he leaned into the comforting presence that surrounded him.
He barely reacted when he was suddenly lifted and held in an embrace, save for snuggling closer, and his mind drifted away as they started to move.
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The guards had deviated from their usual path.
That was what had led La Volpe to investigate, leaping down from his usual perch on the rooftops to try and find out what had happened.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he detected the most wonderful aroma. It triggered all those tightly controlled instincts to mark, to claim… If the guards had smelled this, it was no wonder they were in such a hurry. An omega had gone into heat, and the smell was unlike any other omega La Volpe had ever encountered.
His fingers twitched as heat rose in him. Had he had any less self-control, he’d be racing to get to the source of that scent himself. But, even with his self-control, he felt compelled to follow. It was partially out of concern, because who knows what those guards would do, partially out of curiosity, because that scent just seemed familiar for some reason.
Volpe was glad he did follow them though, coming upon the unexpected sight of a familiar man – of Ezio – pinned and whimpering under a larger Alpha.
His own reaction was immediate, anger and possessiveness welling up like a geyser within him and it took him a moment to realize it was because it was Ezio who was emitting that delectable scent. The realization would’ve made more of an impact if he wasn’t growling up a storm under his breath, just itching to kill those guards so he could lay down his own claim.
Volpe didn’t try to stop himself from doing just that, quickly dispatching the three guards who were looking on before yanking the last one off Ezio. Volpe brutally smashed the heel of his palm against the guard’s nose before slitting his throat with more vigour than was strictly necessary. The man didn’t even get to yell out as he died.
His inner Alpha was somewhat appeased by the violence and he fought it down as he cast his gaze towards Ezio, the assassin awkwardly trying to gather himself.
And Dio, was that a tempting sight.
The guard had managed to shed Ezio of his robes and they pooled around him in the most tantalizing way. Luckily, the previous altercation had him feeling more protective than anything, but he still took a moment to compose himself, calming the carnal desire that lurked at the back of the mind of every Alpha and trying not to think about what the assassin would look, claimed and his. It was hard not to, even with clothes covering the curves he had missed before amongst the power in that lithe form.
The pungent, sour smell of shame and fear brought him out of his reverie and Volpe’s attention immediately focused on Ezio as a whole, rather than the curve of his buttocks. Ah, damn those pheromones to hell, but Ezio had the strongest heat scent he had ever encountered in his years. He wasn’t sure he could’ve possibly missed this, but he did.
It was with slight annoyance that Volpe knelt to comfort Ezio. Because, honestly, how did the idiota end up walking around outside while in heat, and how did Volpe not notice that he was an omega? He reached for Ezio wrists, ignoring the way Ezio flailed in panic and rubbed the scent glands located there gently, murmuring comforting nonsense into Ezio’s ear.
The speed at which Ezio responded was unusual, going slack immediately and whimpering softly. It was almost as if he had never been gentled before, and that was a distressing thought. La Volpe frowned. Ezio had probably been using something to suppress his nature, though strangely Volpe had heard of no such medicine. It was a myth in the medical community and had never been confirmed to exist.
If Ezio had been suppressing his nature somehow, it was no wonder he smelled so strongly of heat pheromones and that he reacted so strongly to being gentled. His constant womanizing was more than likely a ruse to prevent anyone from figuring out, he now realized.
Ezio seemed almost completely blissed out by now, so Volpe carefully took the Omega into his arms and hurriedly headed towards where he knew the base of the Assassins to be.
(Just because he needlessly took the highest route possible didn't mean he was becoming possessive. No, he was just protecting the poor Omega.)
Fill: Desperation [4/?]
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It was silent, except for the sound of his own heavy breaths. There was slick on his thighs and sweat beading on his forehead. He could smell the heavy alpha musk of his ally and he had to restrain himself from reaching for the other, from crawling over and just begging him to-
Ezio hugged himself tighter, ashamed at the desire he could feel tearing through his body. How could he let his instincts control him like this? How could he be so weak? There must be something wrong with him; this wasn’t natural; how could anyone, omega or not, go through this?
The moment stretched out and Ezio’s thoughts took a depressing swerve as La Volpe made no movements.
What must he think now? Ezio couldn’t stand the thought of being judged like that. What if La Volpe found him disgusting for reacting the way he did? What if they thought he wasn’t fit to be an assassin anymore? Omegas weren’t assassins. Omegas didn’t fight and assassins weren’t this helpless.
A strangled gasp tore its way out of his mouth as a hand grasped his wrist gently, the smell of power, of Alpha flooding his senses. He thrashed, struggling to get away and get closer all at once, panic closing up his throat and lust burning through his body.
Then there were fingers rubbing at his wrists, arms hugging him closer and… oh, that felt good… He could feel tension and anxiety draining out of him as his wrists were rubbed. A shudder ran through him as teeth grazed a spot on his neck that made him feel boneless. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” The rumbling voice seemed to come to him through a tunnel and he leaned into the comforting presence that surrounded him.
He barely reacted when he was suddenly lifted and held in an embrace, save for snuggling closer, and his mind drifted away as they started to move.
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The guards had deviated from their usual path.
That was what had led La Volpe to investigate, leaping down from his usual perch on the rooftops to try and find out what had happened.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he detected the most wonderful aroma. It triggered all those tightly controlled instincts to mark, to claim… If the guards had smelled this, it was no wonder they were in such a hurry. An omega had gone into heat, and the smell was unlike any other omega La Volpe had ever encountered.
His fingers twitched as heat rose in him. Had he had any less self-control, he’d be racing to get to the source of that scent himself. But, even with his self-control, he felt compelled to follow. It was partially out of concern, because who knows what those guards would do, partially out of curiosity, because that scent just seemed familiar for some reason.
Volpe was glad he did follow them though, coming upon the unexpected sight of a familiar man – of Ezio – pinned and whimpering under a larger Alpha.
His own reaction was immediate, anger and possessiveness welling up like a geyser within him and it took him a moment to realize it was because it was Ezio who was emitting that delectable scent. The realization would’ve made more of an impact if he wasn’t growling up a storm under his breath, just itching to kill those guards so he could lay down his own claim.
Volpe didn’t try to stop himself from doing just that, quickly dispatching the three guards who were looking on before yanking the last one off Ezio. Volpe brutally smashed the heel of his palm against the guard’s nose before slitting his throat with more vigour than was strictly necessary. The man didn’t even get to yell out as he died.
His inner Alpha was somewhat appeased by the violence and he fought it down as he cast his gaze towards Ezio, the assassin awkwardly trying to gather himself.
And Dio, was that a tempting sight.
The guard had managed to shed Ezio of his robes and they pooled around him in the most tantalizing way. Luckily, the previous altercation had him feeling more protective than anything, but he still took a moment to compose himself, calming the carnal desire that lurked at the back of the mind of every Alpha and trying not to think about what the assassin would look, claimed and his. It was hard not to, even with clothes covering the curves he had missed before amongst the power in that lithe form.
The pungent, sour smell of shame and fear brought him out of his reverie and Volpe’s attention immediately focused on Ezio as a whole, rather than the curve of his buttocks. Ah, damn those pheromones to hell, but Ezio had the strongest heat scent he had ever encountered in his years. He wasn’t sure he could’ve possibly missed this, but he did.
It was with slight annoyance that Volpe knelt to comfort Ezio. Because, honestly, how did the idiota end up walking around outside while in heat, and how did Volpe not notice that he was an omega? He reached for Ezio wrists, ignoring the way Ezio flailed in panic and rubbed the scent glands located there gently, murmuring comforting nonsense into Ezio’s ear.
The speed at which Ezio responded was unusual, going slack immediately and whimpering softly. It was almost as if he had never been gentled before, and that was a distressing thought. La Volpe frowned. Ezio had probably been using something to suppress his nature, though strangely Volpe had heard of no such medicine. It was a myth in the medical community and had never been confirmed to exist.
If Ezio had been suppressing his nature somehow, it was no wonder he smelled so strongly of heat pheromones and that he reacted so strongly to being gentled. His constant womanizing was more than likely a ruse to prevent anyone from figuring out, he now realized.
Ezio seemed almost completely blissed out by now, so Volpe carefully took the Omega into his arms and hurriedly headed towards where he knew the base of the Assassins to be.
(Just because he needlessly took the highest route possible didn't mean he was becoming possessive. No, he was just protecting the poor Omega.)