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When Gustave had accepted this request from a father to bring his son home, he had thought it innocent enough. A runaway to return to the welcoming arms of his family. God, how wrong Gustave had been. His first hint should have been the sheer amount of money - the second should have been the method that Renoir had specified to bring Verso home.
His instructions had been specific. Verso, an omega, had presented late and then run away from home with nothing but the clothes on his back. He needed to be knotted, Renoir had said. He needed to be tamed and brought back, alive and in one piece. So Gustave, armed with his scent blockers, a tranq gun, and an oddly detailed knotting dildo, had been put on the case.
It wasn’t Gustave’s first rodeo. He was known for bringing wayward omegas home to their parents or lovers. Knotting dildos were useful for the transport and soothing of omegas, as the knot would catch and their bodies would release hormones to make them feel safe. But… if Verso had run away right after his designation was revealed, that would mean he was likely still in presentation heat.
Gustave hadn’t encountered an omega in heat in… god, decades?
He knew the omega had fled in the woods several miles from the house. Verso was too recognizable to go into town, but the poor thing wasn’t smart enough to survive on his own out in the wilderness, Renoir had said. The woods ended in water; and unless Verso had learned to swim very well, he had few choices for where to go.
Gustave followed the trail Verso had left by barreling through the forest at top speed. Broken branches, crushed leaves… they’d begun to spring back, which meant he had gone through here a couple of days before. He didn’t expect to find him on the first day; the trails and forests were widespread. Patiently, he followed the path Verso’s frantic escape had left until the woods eventually became too thick to see through in the fading light. Gustave set up a makeshift little camp when it got very dark, lighting a small fire and laying out his sleeping bag after a MRE for dinner. He settled in it, and drifted off.
He was woken in the middle of the night by a strange noise. His hand scrabbled for his gun as adrenaline coursed through him; only to freeze when he saw his intruder. Verso Dessendre, in the flesh, his pupils so wide that his eyes were black in the firelight and his hands trembling around the food he’d stolen out of Gustave’s pack.
The two of them locked eyes. Verso dropped the packet as Gustave’s nostrils flared. Honey and whiskey, his hindbrain noted. His scent blockers had absolutely no chance against the way his Alpha roared to life. Claim, it said. Ours, it said.
Verso was frozen for a moment longer, long enough for Gustave to escape the sleeping bag. Only once he was on his feet did Verso seem to realize what was happening. Gustave stripped the scent blockers off his throat and wrists very quickly, barely even considering the potential consequences. Verso’s lips parted, hanging open as if he could taste Gustave’s own scent.
Gustave took one single step towards the man he was meant to be bringing home - and Verso’s mouth shut with the soft click of his teeth meeting. Gustave blinked, and suddenly Verso was gone, tearing through the woods. Gustave swore and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he took off in pursuit.
Following Verso’s trail wasn’t hard. The omega was far enough gone to throw caution to the wind and just run. The crunching of leaves and the snapping of branches were enough to give Gustave a clear path to follow. Verso, for all his attempts to flee, had also clearly been in heat for days at this point. Gustave could smell the slick on him, the way his body begged for release and an Alpha’s knot. Technically, Renoir hadn’t told him he couldn’t use his own knot on Verso… he’d just passed off that knotting dildo for transportation ease. Maybe.
Gustave inhaled deeply, his hindbrain growling with pleasure at the idea of catching Verso and forcing him to submit. Wasn’t that why he was running? So Gustave could catch him and bite him and breed him—
Fuck, Gustave needed to get himself together. He shook his head to calm himself, pressing his nose to his elbow for a moment to block out the smell and compose himself. Verso needed to go home. He knew that. Reminding his inner Alpha… that would be difficult. He continued through the forest, lowering his arm only to track Verso’s scent. They were getting closer and closer to the edge of the woods, closer to the water… but could Verso even swim in his heat-addled state? Gustave threw caution to the wind and ran after the omega.
Verso hadn’t had that much of a head start, and he clearly hadn’t eaten much in the last few days since he’d run away. Gustave caught a glimpse of dark hair before they even reached the tree line. His gaze narrowed, his Alpha howled as the scent of unmated omega reached him. He reached out - just close enough. He grasped Verso’s hair and yanked.
Verso’s responding yowl was pained as Gustave pulled him into his arms, one hand in his hair and the other curling around Verso’s throat. From how close they were pressed together, Gustave could feel the next wave of slick leaking from the omega. He couldn’t resist it - he dipped his head down, dragging his tongue over Verso’s scent glands. His rational mind reminded him that he was a stranger, that he’d only been shown pictures of Verso and the other man didn’t know him or anything about him—
But Verso went limp in his arms the second Gustave tasted the sweat on his skin. Verso’s head tilted back, his neck bared in submission.
“Papa.” Verso whimpered, and understanding hit Gustave like a bolt of lightning. Why Renoir had sent him. An unmated Alpha, supposedly with enough self control to not bite Renoir’s only son and only non-Alpha child, sent to chase Verso through the woods. Renoir had to have known this would happen. With that cane, the older Alpha couldn’t chase after Verso himself.
Well, Renoir was right about most of it. Unfortunately, Verso was whimpering and crying and either he was trying to escape or he was trying to grind against Gustave’s knot - and Gustave could only ignore his hindbrain so much. Especially with Verso’s sweet, sticky scent slowly ruining his ability to think straight. Had Renoir known this part, too? Had he known Gustave’s self control would be hanging by a thread by the time he had an armful of squirming omega?
Gustave’s inner Alpha was panting, starving for contact and a hot hole around his knot as Verso’s scent pulsed out in a siren call for a knot. Verso’s whimpers were slowly turning into confused little sobs, and it was instinct for Gustave to soothe him, to run his hand over his belly and press kisses to his throat.
“Papa, please. Please?” Verso moaned, and Gustave knew he wasn’t who Verso was calling for - but he was the only one there. Before he could make a decision, though, Verso made it for him. The omega lurched forward, taking them both down onto the leaf-strewn ground. Like this, with Gustave’s front pressed to Verso’s back, Verso’s spine curved towards the ground… somehow, Verso had managed to present while also getting Gustave’s knot pressed between his legs.
Verso wailed again, hot slick pulsing over both of them, and Gustave’s self-control snapped.
He didn’t even undress all the way. He didn’t take the dildo out of the bag, though this was the entire reason for it. He grasped at the ragged seam of Verso’s pants and yanked. It came apart in his hands, weakened by days of wear and soaked by slick. Gustave pulled his knot out, soothing Verso with soft kisses over his throat and a harsh nip to his scent gland that made Verso cry out again. Verso was trembling, and Gustave had to soothe it. He had to fix it.
He lined the head of his cock up with that hot cunt, watching how it clenched and fluttered even without anything inside of it. He didn’t even have the chance to press inside himself - Verso himself rocked his hips back the moment that he felt Gustave’s cock notch up against his entrance.
They moaned in tandem, Gustave’s moan turning into a soft growl when Verso’s cunt clamped down around him, vicelike. Verso made this broken gasp, dropping his face onto the ground. Gustave grasped for his hair, dragging his head back up so he could hear Verso’s high pitched moans.
“That’s it, baby.” Gustave breathed as he gripped Verso’s hip hard enough to bruise. Verso pulsed around him, making Gustave groan as he slowly bottomed out inside of him. Verso made a soft, shocked noise when Gustave’s cock pressed up against the divot at the back of his cunt, and Gustave groaned softly when he felt it. He could feel how Verso clamped down around him when he brushed up against it.
”You were waiting for your daddy to come find you and fuck you, weren’t you?” Gustave breathed as he slowly dragged his cock out of him - only to slam back into him and make Verso cry out. It was so hard to start slow. Verso was so wet and tight around him, every movement pushing more slick out of him. It was dripping down Gustave’s pants now, staining the fabric. “Your papa.”
“Papa.” Verso moaned weakly, mindlessly, and Gustave tried so hard not to smile.
“Yeah, baby.” He murmured, the pet name slipping out easily. It seemed like the right move; Verso groaned and rocked his hips back again. Gustave rubbed his thumb over Verso’s hip, pressing soft kisses down his spine. “Why’d you run, then? You just wanted to be chased and didn’t know how to get home?” He chuckled. Verso moaned in protest to the laughter. Gustave snapped his hips again, grinding the head of his cock up against his cervix again just to hear how Verso wailed. His hindbrain was finally soothing, assured that it would breed this sweet omega before long, and he got a better grip on Verso’s hair to ensure that he couldn’t muffle even a single moan.
Verso seemed to be a little more present, though when he turned to look at Gustave, his eyes were glassy and full of tears. “So—so mean.” Verso hiccuped. Gustave was momentarily captivated. He hadn’t gotten a good look at Verso’s face yet, but now all he could see were silvery blue eyes and full, flushed lips.
His inner Alpha growled that they’d have beautiful children. Gustave’s hips snapped up harshly, burying every inch of him inside Verso.
Verso cried out, helpless and loud enough that a flock of birds got the hell out of there. Gustave leaned over Verso again, not even bothering to pull out of him anymore, just grinding his hips in these filthy circles as he caught Verso’s lips with his own. Verso made a shocked noise, but he was moaning and his lips were parting for Gustave before long. Gustave licked into his mouth, chasing after that sweet taste of him. His only regret was that he hadn’t eaten him out before he’d practically mounted him.
Gustave set a brutal, humping pace as he felt his knot begin to swell. Verso’s noises were becoming higher-pitched and more desperate, every other noise swallowed by Gustave’s mouth and tongue. Verso was trembling, and Gustave released his hair and his hip so he could wrap his arms around him instead and pull him close. He sat back on his haunches, pulling Verso into his lap so he could press kisses to his throat and down to that terribly tempting scent gland. Verso yelped when he was moved, tears spilling down his cheeks as Gustave’s knot caught in his cunt, stretching him. He seized in his arms, his legs flailing until Gustave took mercy on him and slid his fingers down to run over Verso’s swollen clit.
If he’d thought Verso was wet before, the slick that gushed over them both was a waterfall. Verso shrieked, making some noise that could have been him calling out for his papa, and Gustave groaned as he pulled Verso as close as he could get him, fitting his cock as deep inside him as he could - and came.
His knot blew wide, locking every hot spurt of his release deep inside Verso’s cunt. He ran his free hand over Verso’s belly, purring low in his chest as Verso sobbed and clenched around him in the throes of his own orgasm.
“That’s it.” Gustave breathed, nuzzling into his throat. “That’s it, baby. Come for papa. You feel so good. You’ll have such pretty babies.” He pressed kisses to his throat, inhaling that sweet scent and laving over his scent gland. This time though, as Verso slowly went limp in his arms, Gustave could feel… the faintest hint of tooth marks beneath his tongue.
Had Renoir bonded his son? Gustave gripped him tighter, but even his inner Alpha knew better than to try to claim an omega that already had a latent claim on him. Even if this scar was old and mostly healed over. With his knot locked in a welcoming hole, Gustave could think just barely well enough to not make that sort of mistake.
Slowly, slowly, Verso’s gaze cleared of the haze of heat. He whimpered softly, likely realizing that he was caught in a strangers arms in the middle of nowhere, his belly swelling with Gustave’s release. Gustave pressed a kiss to his scent gland, nuzzling at it as he rubbed his thumb under his navel.
”Hey, hey. It’s alright.” Gustave murmured. “Your papa sent me.”
“To—to knot me?” Verso choked on the words, but the fright made him so fucking tight that Gustave groaned as another pulse of orgasm ran through him.
”To bring you home by any means necessary.” Gustave corrected, not unkindly. “You were running for him, weren’t you? Did he make you an omega, sweet thing?” His voice turned almost fond. “Fed you his come and everything, didn’t he?”
Verso blushed furiously. “I don’t know what you’re—what you’re talking about.” He said, and he shuddered again.
“I think you know. Did you seduce your papa just like you seduced me? Isn’t your entire family Alpha’s, too? Instead of going to them, you chose to run. You’re an enigma.” Gustave laughed softly, and Verso hid in his palm. Gustave gently tugged Verso’s hand down again so he couldn’t hide.
“You—you feel like him.” Verso confessed, breathless. “Your knot… it feels like his.”
Gustave wasn’t sure if he should feel flattered or offended. His cock seemed to like it, though; he and Verso both moaned as his knot pulsed again. Verso’s belly had swollen just a little, just enough to make Gustave’s hindbrain purr. “None of them would have felt like him.” he guessed, and Verso nodded. He’d think about the implications of Renoir knowing the exact size of his dick later. For then… he grasped for his bag, pulling the knotting dildo he’d been given out. Verso’s eyes went huge at the sight.
”Might as well get you ready to take both of us then, hm?” Gustave murmured into Verso’s ear, and smiled at the shudder that ran through Verso’s body. “Your heat won’t break for a good little while. Lots of time to make sure I return you to your papa well-bred.”
Verso moaned weakly as Gustave’s fingers slid past where Verso was stretched open on his knot, finding that sweet pucker that trembled under his fingertips. “Or maybe,” Gustave mused. “Maybe we’ll both knot you and when the pups come out, you won’t even know who the father is. You’ll just have to wonder if they’re your siblings.” He pressed two fingers into Verso, enjoying how he trembled and got tight around his knot.
”That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.” Gustave cooed as he fit three fingers in his hole, pumping them in and out, using Verso’s own slick to make the slide easier. Verso was mewling and shaking again, and he sobbed when Gustave pulled his fingers out - and he shrieked when Gustave pressed him down into the leaves again so he could line the dildo up.
Verso’s mouth dropped open when the toy entered his hole, stretching him and pressing deeper and deeper. Gustave rotated the end of it in a slow circle, enjoying how his hole tried to clench around it. He grasped the base, feeding the knot inside of him, watching with dark eyes as Verso’s rim stretched. Verso was utterly speechless, drooling onto the ground beneath them. He yelped when the knot popped into him. Gustave groaned at how he went vicelike around him, able to feel the toy’s ridges through the thin tissue separating Verso’s holes.
“Good boy.” Gustave murmured, petting over Verso’s spine. “I can see why your papa likes you so much.”