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Hawkeye, assassin and mercenary for sale to the highest bidder, leaned against the bar nursing a drink and a smoke. A bit of downtime after a messy job in the Ukraine had gone south was in order. How he’d gotten out of it with his skin still intact was still a question.
Those assholes at SHIELD were somehow involved. Clint Barton was sure of it. As soon as he’d seen their signature quinjets, he grabbed the Intel and got out of Dodge. There’d been enough Hydra goons on his ass and by all rights he should be dead.
After turning over the USB hub, he got his money and got off the grid. Clint still had no idea who was paying him and at this point he didn’t give a damn. It was too close for comfort and he was already on enough of radars as it was.
It was why he chose to hunker down in Queens where he could be invisible long enough for his moniker to be forgotten, at least for the short term. The money wouldn’t last much longer and Clint was already considering sending out feelers for another job. Hopefully, low key.
Clint took a drag from his cigarette and didn’t move as the figure positioned himself close by. Out of his periphery, he saw a well-dressed suit, tall, dark hair and olive skinned. When he looked down, several hundred dollar bills were sitting on the bar.
“I’m on vacation,” Clint muttered.
“It’s a unique opportunity,” the man offered.
“I don’t get out of bed for less than 10k.” Clint put the cigarette out and motioned for another drink.
“Is what I’ve given you worth a conversation?”
In answer, Clint swept up the bills and folded them into his pocket. When he got his refilled glass, he followed the suit to a table in the corner.
After sitting, Clint leaned back and gave the gentlemen another look.
“I’m listening.”
“We require discretion and a unique individual such as yourself. Risk is minimal and you’ll walk away with no questions asked.”
“You’re not telling me anything.”
“I’m not at liberty to give details until we have an agreement. I’m prepared to pay ten now and ten when the job is complete. A few hours of your time are all we’ll need.”
“I don’t know what fucking truck you think I fell off of, I don’t take any job until I know everything including who is pissing in the bathroom.”
Clint took a large drink and gave a sardonic grin as the warm liquid traced down to his gut. He wouldn’t have another after this. He liked having his wits about him.
“That’s not an option, Hawkeye.”
He gripped his glass a little tighter. Everything about this was wrong. The suit knew too much about him and was giving next to nothing away. Clint drained the glass.
“The answer is no.”
Clint’s vision blurred a little and he wiped his eyes.
“There is a contingency in case you refused. I anticipated that before approaching you.”
When his arms began feeling heavy, Clint muttered, “Fucker. You drugged me.”
He tried to move out of the chair and he could make out the suit motioning. His arms were gripped and Clint was dragged out of the chair.
They had just made to the door of the bar when he blacked out.
~*~
When Clint woke, he had no idea where he was. A leather sofa was under him and when he opened his eyes, it was apparent he was in a small office. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly sat and grabbed his throbbing head. Clint swallowed what felt like a ton of gravel in his throat.
The door opened and the suit along with two others entered the room.
“Good. You’re awake.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Clint wasn’t sure he could as out of it as he felt, but he wasn’t about to show it.
“Relax, Hawkeye. As soon as you complete the job, you’ll be paid and sent on your way.” The suit flipped a laptop around.
“Fuck you,” he hoarsely replied.
“If you refuse not only will we kill you, but this Omega will die as well.”
Clint eyes went to the laptop and in another room, tied facedown to a cot was a figure of a man who was blindfolded as well.
“Is this your idea of a fucking joke?”
“He’s been given inducers and we require an unbonded Alpha.”
“I’m not the only one out there.”
“Most Alphas and Omegas are bonded. They are rare and this gentleman is as well.”
“Why is he tied up?”
The suit stared hard at Clint. “He has certain information which he has declined to share.”
“You’ve been torturing him.” Clint would have laughed if his throat didn’t hurt so damn bad. “You want me to fuck it out of him?”
“The inducers have exacerbated his heat and if he doesn’t get relief, he’ll likely die.”
“He’d probably survive it if you assholes hadn’t already worked him over.”
“Be that as it may, only an unbonded Alpha will insure his survival. As I said, if you refuse, we will find another at the cost of your own life.”
“Just go in there, earn your pay and fuck him,” one of the others offered with a nasty smirk.
Clint got to his feet and he grinned when they readied for an attack. He was still groggy, but awake enough to enjoy their wariness.
“Impregnation is unlikely between unbonded Alpha and Omega,” the suit assured him. “He’ll never know who you are if you keep your mouth shut.”
“That’s if he survives you fuckers.”
Clint would never in his wildest dreams sign up for anything like this. He was an assassin, a mercenary who called his own shots. Trust was more than a luxury in his line of work. It was a fantasy.
He remained abstinent through most of his adult life for a reason.
“Don’t tell me you’re not planning on killing him when you’re done.”
“We won’t if you bond with him.”
Clint bit back a vile curse. Bonding with an Omega would substantially change his life and forcing it on one was unconscionable. He had witnessed it first hand with his mother.
“What guarantees do I have that I’ll walk out of here when it’s done?”
“As long as you keep your silence, you can continue to be the assassin known as Hawkeye. If he proves cooperative, we’ll release him after wiping his memory unless you bond.”
Clint scoffed and shook his head. He had no reason to believe a word of this insane conversation. Either way, there was no choice in the matter.
When he dropped his guard in acquiescence, the door was opened and Clint was guided from the room.
~*~
The instructions along the way had been made clear. Clint was not to untie or remove the blindfold from the Omega. His gut twisted and he could taste the bile in his throat at the orders. He was in essence having to rape a defenseless Omega.
Clint almost ran in the other direction and before he knew it, the door opened and he was pushed inside.
The scent emanating from the Omega overwhelmed him the instant the door was slammed behind him. Clint stepped back from the power of it until he hit the wall. It wound its way deep into his stomach down to his groin. Every instinct from him screamed claimclaimclaim.
Clint slid down to the floor trying to get a hold of his raging Alpha nature. Never in his life had his need to claim ever been so strong. It scared the hell out of him.
He looked up at hearing the groan coming from the cot. The blindfolded man had slightly thinning hair, a firm jaw clenched from his heat. Clint’s eyes trailed along the firm body that was writhing from need, the boxers soaked exposing just how deep the heat went.
Taking deep breaths, Clint got to his feet and forced himself to move closer.
“I’m sorry,” Clint whispered, his voice still hoarse. He was glad he hadn’t asked for water as dehydrated as he felt. It would disguise him, he hoped. “We gotta do this.”
The Omega’s face turned away from him and Clint nearly flinched in response. He hated himself more than ever before. It was on the tip of his tongue to assure the Omega he wouldn’t hurt him. He would and despite the surge of want and the overwhelming Omega aroma overtaking his body, the man would hate him for a lifetime.
Clint got to the cot and eased down next to him. He reached out and touched his shoulder. The Omega instinctively raised his hips in need. The skin was warm and smooth.
“I’m gonna take off your shorts.” Clint stated it as a question and when the Omega said nothing, he reached over and carefully removed the soaked material.
It was taking everything Clint had to restrain from jumping onto the Omega and sinking his stiff cock into him. The need to claim was screaming in his head.
Instead, Clint ran his hands over the firm body, relishing the warmth, the sweet way it moved into his touch. He shoved down the nauseating guilt intent on doing what he could to get them through this.
Clint pulled away and the Omega whimpered in need.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Clint whispered. He stripped off his shirt and suddenly remembered the video.
He found the camera and used his shirt to cover the lens. At the very least, they’d have some privacy.
After Clint finished undressing, he went back to the Omega.
“I’m gonna get on the bed with you now,” Clint said keeping his voice low.
The Omega squirmed in anticipation as Clint settled in next to him. He almost kissed him, but Clint changed his mind. It was too intimate despite the urge to comfort and love this beautiful Omega stretched out next to him.
Clint’s erection almost hurt, but he was determined to take this slow. Rushing it would make that much more traumatic for the two of them.
He moved over the Omega and despite the craving to sink his teeth into the shoulder for claiming, Clint kissed it as gently as he could, moving his mouth over the shoulder, licking and tasting the heady sweat building on the Omega.
The writhing body beneath him was doing nothing to assuage his hard cock and Clint whispered in his ear. “Easy, babe. I got you.”
It seemed to settle the Omega a bit and Clint reached down. Once he grasped the man’s cock, their bodies both reacted with the buttocks grinding back. Clint groaned in response and pumped on the needy organ.
Clint put his free hand at the Omega’s opening and pushed two fingers in taking care to not inflict any discomfort. The wanton opening was ready for him and Clint used the leaking fluid to coat his own cock in preparation.
“Jesus, how can you be so ready for me like this?” Clint breathed. It shouldn’t be this easy.
The Omega kept his face hidden and moved against Clint signaling his longing. When Clint was sure, they were both ready, he lined up his cock and eased it into the waiting opening.
“So tight,” Clint ground out not hiding the lust in his voice. He was soon all the way inside of the Omega. “So fucking perfect.”
Never in his wildest dreams had Clint ever imagined wanting an Omega as much as he wanted this one. If it wasn’t for this crazy fucking circumstance, he’d want to bond no matter how much of a bad idea it was.
The Omega moaned and Clint began with slow easy thrusts. As if frustrated, the Omega rutted against him and Clint was quickly losing control. The sweet tightness had a grip on his cock and the urge to bite, to claim and to bond was nearly overwhelming. It took everything Clint had not to take that one final indignity from the Omega.
He gripped the Omega’s hips, began pounding into him as their primal urges took over. Clint was almost there and the man under him, arched his ass up, wanting more and groaned in response.
Clint’s knot was growing and he pushed it inside without thinking. By the time they climaxed, Clint was tied to the Omega and he collapsed on top of him unable to shift their bodies due to the restraints.
Out of breath, Clint rested his head on the Omega’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” Clint said holding back a sob. His throat hurt worse than ever and swallowing only increased his thirst. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
The Omega wasn’t moving and when Clint looked over, he saw that he had passed out. It took another half an hour for him to decouple from the Omega. Clint got off the cot and staggered back.
The worst of it was over for the Omega. Should another heat come, he could ride it out. Either way, Clint didn’t want to leave him. Providing aftercare was an essential component, but in this circumstance, Clint couldn’t imagine this Omega wanting anything from him.
He fumbled with his jeans and shoes. Clint was just about to take his shirt down, when the building was rocked by an explosion. The door came open and Clint used the opportunity to attack.
Enraged by what he and the Omega had just went through, Clint had one of the kidnappers unconscious in no time. He stepped to the Omega intent on freeing him when gunfire erupted nearby.
Clint hurried to the door and poked his head out long enough to see a contingent of SHIELD agents rushing inside the warehouse. He looked back at the Omega whose head was raised in alertness.
“It’s SHIELD. You’ll make it.”
Before anyone had a chance to see him, Clint was out the door and headed towards an open window. He was gone into the night and refused to look back.