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Dan heng wouldn't call himself a liar, or a truther either. He's more in-between honestly. He wants to believe the lie of telling himself he's delusional enough, of thinking his heat isn't approaching at a breakneck pace, but deep down he knows his consciousness is spouting absolute bullshit.
Facing the difficulties of an upcoming heat is something that wasn't on his to-do list of all things. Dan heng really wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole because―one, he'd forgotten to pack his suppressants now he's stuck in this shady part of an unfamiliar planet, with hungry eyes watching his every move, everywhere. Once they'd arrived, it was already nighttime and Himeko, Welt, stayed back on the Astral Express whilst he, March, and Stelle decided to venture out on a little exploration―prior to March's persistence of course.
They'd ran into some opponents on the outskirts of the city, and although their features were that of mushrooms, not much to their size, they caused quite a stir. A sole one, which was different from the rest with a crown and cape, maybe their leader, chanted some odd spell right before Dan Heng could attack it with Cloud piercer. It'd opened a strange portal sucking him through, with only the sounds of his companions' cries of his name, echoing behind before he blacked out and somehow found himself elsewhere.
Secondly and distressing, his virginal body craves the touch of masculine, jagged palms of the crazed. Ivory skin littered with battle scars, the aroma of death following his every move of retribution and slaughter. An overly mature, sexy voice belonging to a man so hung up on finding him, breeding him that Dan heng might as well label himself as batshit insane at this point.
If his mind won't stray anywhere else, but there.
Not too long ago, he messaged March, Stelle and even Welt and Himeko aboard the express, but it seems his messages were not able to reach them, because of the poor signal. Just great. Rubbing the sweat away from his eyebrows, he curses to himself bypassing a group of alphas all hurdle together playing a game of galactic domino's, next to a clothing store wedged between two buildings. Dan heng doesn't need to glance back to see a few of their eyes trailing his lithe form, once he steps pass the threshold inside a somewhat decent motel. Dan heng's all trim waist and plumb ass, a combination he doesn't know whether it's a blessing or a curse that's just begging to be touched.
Something he was blessed with, that wasn't known amongst his incarnations.
The lobby had few people, somehow the moment he'd entered, all eyes landed on him as if on cue. He swallowed feigning ignorance. Cloud piercer secured snugly onto his back, the onlookers can look but they can't touch, his weapon is a silent threat that doesn't need to be unsheathed to do the talking. He did stumble across some scandalous ones and hushed whispers hidden behind hands earlier, of those who strictly believe―like in the ancient texts that omegas should never be allowed to wield weapons or become warriors. He couldn't help but roll his eyes, minding his business. Once he made it to the receptionist's desk, she all but stared at him, a peculiar expression crossed her face, her stylish manicured nails of ruby red twitching as if she were eager to do something.
Or, let something be known.
Dan heng hadn't missed it, before narrowing his eyes a bit hesitant to voice his thoughts.
“Ma'am, are you…alright?” It's what she should be asking him. Dan heng's vanilla scent twirled with the pleasant oceanic hues of salt. A tempest, a bewitching temptation that'll lure you in slowly yet calm. Reminds one of the dangerous creatures in the blue, beckoning their bony fingers to hypnotized sailors before meeting their tragic inevitable end.
A thin layer of sweat sits across his forehead, his lips plush and red from constantly chewing on them because of all the nerves racking his body all over. His heat is coming down even stronger as time progresses, setting him on edge and reminding him he must construct a nest.
How?
A terror-stricken sense of emotion washes over him.
I don't have anything pleasant to construct it with.
The lady hums, low and ominous. Her lips crinkle in a smile, despite not reaching her eyes which would give someone the false impression she's utterly delighted. When clearly she's not. Dan Heng omega perks in curiosity, peering forward. A reach of some sort. Almost eager, as if some familiarity pulls it forward, sensing the presence of the familiar. The familiarity of spider lilies. It makes Dan heng want to get on all floors in the motel lobby and bare his slick ass to the world. An invitation to get pounded senseless, bred full of potent alpha seed until he's drooling all over and sated.
He snaps himself out of it, burying his omega's odd reactions behind lock and key.
“I'd like to book a room, please. Just for the night.” Straightforward and to the point.
The receptionist flashes her pearly row of white teeth, before letting him sign and pay for his stay, not before tossing him a poorly preserved room key that has most certainly seen better days.
He grips it as if his life depended on it, making his way over to the elevator. The receptionist all but shouts, reminding him that just for being such a cutie, I'll send up breakfast for you, free of charge at 8 a.m. sharp. Dan heng wanted to protest that he'll be long gone before breakfast arrives or that he doesn't fully trust her. None of them are his actual response though, except for a wave of his hand indicating he understood before the elevator doors shut behind him with a silent click.
Dan Heng's curled up into a ball, surrounded by his poor excuse of a nest consisting of his hoodie, dark shirt, and bath towels he yanked out of the bathroom. His breathing comes out in puffs of hot air, back drenched in perspiration, thighs sticky. The bedsheets aren't very comfy, the room smells of old curtains and dust. Gray irises slip open tiredly, making direct contact with cloud piercer laid onto the nightstand, the familiar hum of its power a comforting sound in the still night. Dan heng sat himself upwards, resting his head in his palm. He's bare-chested saved for his underwear as the only article of clothing on his skin.
His inner omega howls for a better nest, an alpha that smells of spider lilies, desperate for a bite, clawing, purring; it does anything to grab his attention to find his alpha.
He glides in front of the window like a ghost.
Control slipping, it barely does, however, because he'd forgotten his suppressants it's hard not too. Dan heng nails lengthen, breaking through the worn, wooden windowsill as he looks upwards into the moon. So beautiful, he's mesmerized almost in a trance.
Dan heng breath hitches, once strong familiar arms circle around his waist, a sunless chuckle right in his ear.
Alpha.
“Yingyue-jun,” A raspy voice greets him, “How bold of you to sleep with your window drawn. With a scent as tempting as yours, anyone could slip through and have their way with you. Luckily, your alpha is here. Isn't that right?” A tongue traces his scent gland, followed by razor-sharp fangs belonging to that only of an alpha, nipping his flesh without breaking skin.
Dan heng wants to ram cloud piercer straight through Ren's heart.
Or, both of their hearts.
Another part of him wants to give in.
Give himself wholly to this man and bare his children.
It's a battle he's internally losing, once his omega purrs nonstop and Dan heng moans softly, it sounds almost forbidden like a fruit bitten. Like, no one is allowed to witness such a delicate sound of the divine.
Something solid and huge presses against his behind, growing bigger and bigger and Dan heng pushes his hips backwards to get the feel of it. It's so thick, so perfect for breeding. His heat consumes his fog-like brain, which rips a pleasure groan from Ren. Dan Heng purrs, hand latched onto Ren's bandaged one concealing scar-ridden skin. Dan heng hum is sultry, split tongue swiping over his lips―and oh, pride surges through his chest once he preens happily, glad to know he's not the only one enjoying their scandalous affair.
Nor does he question how Ren managed to sneak in without getting detected. He has slipped underneath his radar countless times, even though their paths have collided like destructive forces more times than he can recall. One could say, he doesn't find his presence as dangerous at this moment. They stayed pressed up against each other, grinding their bodies in silent want and need, no words exchanged between them. No clash of weapons of spear and sword. Ren's arms tighten around him more, and his larger frame pushes their bodies forward, almost hunchlike. Aeons, Dan heng feels dizzy with lust, he wants that cock lunged in the deepest part of his untouched womb, spreading him apart, he knows he'll look beautiful hanging off Ren's fat knot after filling his insides with potent come that'll knock him up right away.
Ren grinding soon turns to timed thrusts, whenever Dan heng pushes back he'll respond with a powerful thrust forward.
“A-ah, Ren…” Soft kisses decorate his throat like constellations, and not long before a sharp bite to his scent gland that made Dan heng toss his head backwards, releasing a loud moan, knowing full well a glob of slick was produced trapped between his hole and underwear threatening to free itself. Dan heng earned himself an amused chuckle, once Ren got himself a feel of elongated nails breaking through the bandages of his hand, eliciting the sweet feeling of pain.
He won't let this criminal win so easily.
He takes a calm breath.
“Do you think, I'll let you win that easily, Ren?” Dan heng tilts his head sideways, not quite facing Ren even though the latter knows he has spotted the mischievous tilt of his lips, before abruptly facing Ren, who'd barely managed to dodge in time. The action is surprising coming from an omega experiencing his preheat. The attack was aimed for Ren's throat, despite avoiding it, there were faint lines visible which meant Dan heng still strucked him. A thin layer of blood drips freely, before disappearing underneath the collar of his coat. The hunger of desiring danger lurks in the air, ripping a challenging growl from Ren. The air crackles with the scent of a mixture of various scents.
There's confusion, yearning, and arousal but most definitely confusion.
All of it is from Ren.
Dan heng bare feet move forward in steady steps, his once short curly hair shifts to a luscious mane of midnight faded to blue, swishing with every movement. Azure glass horns perched on top of his head as his dragonic tail moves like a lion in wait.
Dan heng heat draws nearer, but his mind is now coherent enough to challenge. He has given Ren a taste of paradise, now he wants the alpha to prove to him he's worthy enough to claim this paradise. Ren must've caught on right away, a vicious smirk gracing his handsome face. He appears behind Dan heng who twirls away in elegance and grace, his scent grows stronger trailing behind him, and Ren all but follows, eager and it's almost laughable how much he wants Dan heng.
Are they going to wreak havoc in this small room?
This dance between the two of chase and catch?
“I see.” Ren's hand twitched when he'd almost caught him before falling flatly at his side, “The old tradition…of the alpha chasing the omega until they admit defeat with submission.” Dan heng knows it may seem barbaric to many, but to Ren, it shouldn't seem appalling considering the fact he gets off to battles and Dan heng surely won't classify himself a saint either.
Not when the both of them sport hard-ons from their earlier session near the window.
Everything escalates quite fast, even for Dan heng.
Next thing he knew, the nightstand was across the room leaving a hole in the wall, cloud piercer lunged upwards in the air right next to the ceiling fan with the fall of sheetrock crumbling down. They tumble back and forth, bedsheets scattered all over the floor. Surprisingly no one has knocked on the door to ask about his well-being. Something tells him that the receptionist is behind this odd encounter. Dan heng swiftly tackles Ren onto his back on the carpet, their back and forth of growls and hisses resound in the room. Ren aims to yank his horn with intent, his weakness, but Dan heng is agile. His azure tail slithers in his view, wrapping itself around Ren's strong arm, yanking it, smacking it backwards onto the ground.
Ren's eyes gleam in deadly unsatisfactory, grunting before flipping them over, towering over the omega. Dan heng head grazes the bed frame, a dull acne lingering yet it's barely something he could describe as extremely painful. He begins to kick his legs out but Ren pins his wrists together with one hand, then uses his knee to throw Dan heng thighs apart, slotting himself between them where Dan heng legs are deemed useless only aiming for the back. Dan heng's oceanic irises widen once he is rendered immobile, a stunned gasp left his lips once Ren presses his fangs against his neck, a threat for Dan heng to give up.
Submit.
“Submit, Yinyue-Jun.” Dan heng tries to rise up off of the floor, yet he collapses back. Dan heng blood still sings in his veins, the excitement yet to be snubbed out even though he has lost. Never would he have imagined to be pressed up against the floor after performing an age-old tradition all for Ren to bed him. Ren looks no better, the alpha slit in his irises are dilated, heartbeat thumping in an erratic tone behind his ribcage. Dan heng's basically drowning in his scent, almost as if he's underwater. Their erections touch, showcasing their need. Dan heng arms wrap themselves around Ren's broad shoulders, he had no clue when he'd released his wrists.
“You win, Ren.”
Dan hengs poor excuse of a nest now consists of Ren's signature coat, despite its lack of necessities that'll make the perfect nest for your typical omega. Dan heng isn't quite…normal and he feels content laid on top of it, to be spread out completely naked as his mouth gets devoured. Ren kisses are unexpected yet expected of a man of his structure. All tongue and teeth, exploring every nook of cranny of his mouth in search. He still bares his Vidyadhara form, tail lazily cured around Ren's muscular thigh, towering over Dan hengs form, he too, free of clothing.
Dan heng can just imagine the possibilities or the aftermath of this.
Will he run away as always? Will Ren refuse to finally let him go? Or, will something bloom forth?
What will the others think―
A rough hand holds his chin firm, eyes blazing of fire staring deeply into Dan hengs sea-like gaze, possessive and farmish.
“Don't think of others, but me, Dan heng.” Something snaps inside Dan heng and whatever face he makes, must've pleased Ren because the next thing he knows, he's face down and ass up with a tongue buried inside his dripping entrance. Dan heng mind blanks, before his toes curl and lips part crying out for more, begging and he can't believe he's this close and they've barely done anything. But, his heat is the cause of this. Ren spread his cheeks further with his rough hands, the soft flesh gripped harshly, before he swept his tongue from his balls, then upwards diving his tongue even further into his entrance.
Ren eats him out like a desperate man, quite literally, the sloppy sounds of slurping and messy kisses resound in the air. It'll surely make the most stone-faced person flush red. Dan heng looks underneath his body and from this angle, looking between his legs, copious amounts of translucent liquid drip down Ren's chin before sliding down his neck and then falling onto the sheets.
No doubt it's his slick and Dan heng pointy ears shifted red.
Inflicted with the fact of how much he has produced in this short amount of time, indicating to Ren, how excited he really is. Pushing his hips backwards, he throws caution to the wind, singing his alpha's name to the heavens, praising him, and telling him how good he makes him feel and how much he wants his big cock shoved inside. Dan heng would never dream of speaking such profanities, yet here he is and there's no regret or shame lingering inside.
“Ren, yes, yes, yes,” Ren growls under his breath, a low threat for him to keep his hips still after an earlier warning followed by a slap across the rear. He'd ignored it because how dare Ren try to control how much pleasure he should have? He's so close, he can feel it coming, Aeons, Dan heng is so close he can almost faint.
All of it ceases once Ren pulls away and Dan heng groans disappointed, cursing the alpha for stripping away his moment to see stars. Looking back with a glare, his tail flicks in annoyance, then Ren sits himself onto his knees, uncaring of wiping Dan hengs slick off of his mouth. He looks even more dangerously handsome, hair mussed, lips wet, his fangs have gotten lengthy that's eager to bite.
“You're such a needy slut. A whore, aren't you, Dan heng?” Ren wraps his hands around his waist pulling him backwards against his crotch far too rough, but it's the good kind of rough because Dan heng instincts went haywire, cockslut hungry once Ren cock lays perched between the crack of his hole. It rests there stiff and warm, and Ren chuckles darkly, having noticed the way he trembles in delight, his tail a massive giveaway as it wraps around his wrist, the azure fluff of fur, soft yet silky against his skin.
“Tell me, my little dragon, how bad do you want me? Are you willing to get bred? Fucked by a literal criminal? Or, will you fight back again?” It's somewhat amazing through the thick scent of their lust, Dan heng hadn't expected Ren to give him a way out of this. He'll have to give him prompts to that, however, right now, Dan heng needs to be filled.
“ I-I don't care! Want you to…to fuck me, make a mess out of me,” While pleading, Ren slowly inches his cockhead inside with a content sigh, no need for more preparation, “Alpha yes,” Ren smirk is pleased, pushing in more and more and my god, he's so fucking big. Dan heng hole feels like its getting split in half even though he's so wet.
“I won't fight back―Yingxing.” Dan Heng mind drifted elsewhere as he began to speak in the ancient language of his ancestors after that, and screaming out Ren's actual name might have triggered something, because Ren growl was almost unhinged, uncaring once he snaps his hips forward until his pelvis sits snugly against Dan hengs hips.
All but follows is the aggression of thrusts, fingers leaving imprints on skin. Dan heng cries are pleasured filled, his words switching between the common tongue and the bygone language, their movements grew hungry, of yearning and desperation. Ren fucks similar to his fighting style, untamed. He's a star circling around the moon, ready to burst. The bed creaks underneath them, not properly suitable for such harsh activities and Ren says through the sounds of wet skin slapping and moans of his omega, hopefully the bed won't give out because he plans to breed him quite thoroughly until they're both completely spent.
What happens next becomes almost a blur, Dan heng irises are teary eyed, cheeks rosy and thighs red from the friction of their fucking. He recalls shamelessly begging Ren to come inside, laid out on top of his muscular chest. Taking and taking his dick so well. Ren doesn't break a sweat, as expected from a man who can wield such a heavy sword. His sturdy arms kept his legs spread wide open with ease, pounding upwards into his come-filled slutty hole. Slamming into the outer shell of his womb nonstop. His past incarnations couldn't conceive because they were all alphas, however, something had shifted when he was faced with molten rebirth by force, which changed his dynamic to an omega instead.
Meaning, he's most likely to get impregnated.
Whispers of utter filth are said beside his ear. Ren degrades him, tells Dan heng how beautiful he'll look hanging off his knot again. Dan heng agrees, or he thinks he did despite the drool and scratchy throat from all of the noise he produces. Soon, Ren knot begins to form, cursing under his breath the moment Dan heng's hole tightens around him.
Dan heng never knew an alpha come could feel so inhumanly thick, or maybe Ren is different or was just pent up.
He'll never quite know, because Ren will surely be his first and last.
“Hng, I'm going to break―”
“That's it,Yinyue-Jun. Take my knot like the good boy that you are.”
“Yingxing, breed me!” Dan heng horns faintly glowed, growing more as branches sprout forward. Come splattered onto his lower abdomen, an endless stream. His brain malfunctioned in a fritz of completion, satisfactory coursing through his veins, the chants of 'yes' fell from his lips at the feel of Ren's length breaking through his womb, coating his insides with his virile come. Ren sucks a possessive mark onto his pulse point, but obviously avoids his scent gland. Something tells him that'll be left out for last. He groans in slight pain, the knot extra thick and heavy locking them together and Dan heng omega purrs in delight. He ignores the numbing pain down below and focuses more on the rumble against his back. It's deep and constant. Ren maneuvers them onto their side, for a more comfortable position. The rumbling continues. Exhaustion kicking in, Dan heng feels sweaty and sticky. His inner omega is still hungry for more and he also has to blame that too, on his dragon biology.
They're greedy beings afterall.
It wont be long before their fucking continues, Ren's only waiting for his knot to go down before they resume.
However, Dan heng breath stutters somewhat, and can't help thinking of unlocking this strange discovery.
Alphas rarely purr. It's a trait that doesn't come easy for them unlike omegas.
Dan heng never heard Ren purr before.
“My little dragon, my Dan heng,”
Breakfast did come at 8am sharp the next morning and surprisingly, he did manage to have stayed until then. Dan heng wouldn't admit it, but he blames Ren because he had his way with him in every position possibly known to mankind. Dicked down so good, it's hard to get up, bolt and leave. His heat has calmed down, however Dan heng instinctively knew better than anyone else, an omega heat lasts for a few days and from the looks of it, Ren isn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Not with his cock stiff and waiting.
So he's basically stuck here.
When answering the door followed by a few hesitant knocks, he had to wrap Ren's large coat around his frame because his body was covered in bite marks, hand prints, fluid and hickeys. His clothes were somewhere and Ren's coat was the only article of clothing large and decent enough to cover himself. Highly embarrassing if you ask him, especially once he'd received a mischievous look from the exact lady, the receptionist who'd thrown a hidden wink behind him, no doubt directed at Ren who was sprawled out onto the bed with his face buried in Dan heng's shirt.
Dan heng sighs, closing the door behind him. He almost got spooked once Ren spoke first, husky voice breaking through the silence.
“Did Kafka harassed you when you came earlier?”
“No.” He had an inkling feeling that the receptionist was her.
A disguise spell huh.
“Was this also a part of Elios script?” He sets the breakfast down onto the nightstand that was across the room not too long ago, the scent of greasy bacon and eggs somehow seems delicious. Alongside the platter of fresh fruits. Oh, did Ren removed Cloud piercer out of the roof when I blacked out? From the corner of his eyes, he sees it perced against the wall.
Getting his mind back on track, Dan heng's even more surprised, they're having a normal conversation that doesn't involve them ready to end each other.
Did all Ren had to do, was fuck him just to calm down the mara inside?
“Yes and no.” He swiped a chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. Then another, and another, obvious to Dan heng's stunned discovery of Ren liking strawberries. He's far too familiar with him chasing him down, the thrill of tasting his blood on his sword.
To ever think of Ren liking certain things like a normal person would.
As if he's actually normal, that is.
“I was only told you were going through your heat and the unwritten script…would fall into place. While I was dragged around by Silver Wolf in the shopping district, a strange mushroom appeared and teleported me inside this city district, unbeknownst it was also apart of the script completing itself…because I could sense your smell.”
Fucking mushroom, Dan heng sighs drinking a small glass of orange juice. He'll have to give it to the little guy, if it weren't for it, who knows what would've happened if his heat was left untreated for so long. He takes a seat next to Ren onto the bed, the sheets uncomfortable and Dan heng really tries his hardest not to count the amount of come stains on it.
The side of his neck throbs, a sign of Ren's mark and Ren too owns one beside his neck.
Aeons, how will I explain this to the others?
Not only that, how much will the damages cost to repair the room?!