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I’d been above ground for thirty minutes when I knew Soren wasn’t ok. I didn’t know how it came to me, but it was like a punch to the gut, and Soren’s face flashing in the peripherals of my vision.

My brother had been shooting golf balls through the dry sand and forcing the soldiers to run after them in the scorching heat. We stayed in the shade where we were had an ice bucket filled with different drinks, including a specific bag of blood cocktail my brother had left aside for me and nearly forced down my throat.

I took the bag and left, telling him I’d been suffering from awful stomach cramps all morning, it was a great excuse for why I might not have seemed like myself, but I knew he wouldn’t buy it long-term. My brother could sniff out a lie, he’d always been able to uncover the truth ever since we were kids and my mom used him as a bloodhound almost, using him on her counsel. It was strange to feel all these memories I could’ve sworn I always had, but now, shed life in a different light I wasn’t too pleased to see it in.

Finding Soren came instinctively. He’d managed to find himself across the other side of the compound, nearly as far as you could get from my room. If he hadn’t shifted the moment I found him, he might’ve been discovered by everyone else. My brother had been sniffing around with questions above ground, all of which I brushed off, but it didn’t stop me from mulling over them once I was away.

“I knew it was a bad idea,” I muttered to myself as I walked back to my room. Everything was distinguishable heavier, like the lightness in my steps had been removed, and I was now carrying the weight of all my actions. I didn’t condone of it, but it was my nature to bite, I shouldn’t have felt such shame for doing what nature had intended of me.

As soon as I got back to the room, I discovered Soren was asleep against my chest. His sweet and soft furred flying squirrel form was precious, but I saw how easily he could be squashed out of existence. I undressed out of my jacket and shirt to better see him as his sharp claws clung to my chest hair.

“I don’t know how possible this is going to be,” I continued to mumble and hope he didn’t hear. I laid on the bed, resting my head on the pillow and looking at the darkened light scatter blue hues across the ceiling as if they were stars. Some nights, they were the only way I could rest was pretending I wasn’t underground breathing in all of this hot recycled air. I stroked the back of Soren’s furry form. “I hope you found out some interesting things I didn’t know. I’m still trying to figure things out myself.”

He didn’t answer, his body was all snug and even offering a gentle snore. If I could’ve bottled the moment up, I would’ve. As we laid there, I eventually succumb to sleep and found my thoughts wandering in all directions. This could’ve been reality to me, considering how my life had played out so far.

Rotmor was an hallucinogenic at its heart, you could live forever within the dreams as your body on the outside succumb to decay and death, but you’d be none the wiser. My body knew it wasn’t poisoned like those omegas, but it had no real way of knowing if that was true, only memories I had which didn’t shed much light or trust.

I didn’t recall waking, or more, I didn’t feel myself roused from sleep, but potentially considered myself still asleep when I found myself in bed and Soren, in human form sat on the side of my bed with his head in his hands.

“Hey,” I said, reaching out to stroke his back.

He turned, his face deformed and pale with large sunken holes for eyes. His mouth opened wide, but he didn’t make sound, only showed the large blackened teeth coming out and rotting inside his mouth.

That’s when I actually woke.

Soren was in human form, nearly naked, sleeping beside me on the bed. He grumbled and turned his head to face me on the pillow. “You’re hogging the blanket,” he said, tugging it from under me.

“Sorry.” I lifted myself off the bed and gave him the blanket. “Are you awake? Do you want to talk?”

He groaned harder, cocooning himself in the blanket. “I don’t feel too good.”

“Why?” I pressed the back of my hand to his head. He was burning up. “Fuck. Did someone do this to you? Were your caught? Did they—” I caught myself unable to process how he got sick if the venom didn’t effect him. “Was it the food?”

He shrugged. “My entire body is—” He bit his lower lip and as he opened his eyes to look at me, they flashed a light amber, almost twinkled at me. “I don’t get like this.”

I felt it, in more ways than one. I didn’t want to say it, because I didn’t want to be right about it. “You’re in heat,” I said, taking my hand away. “Jeez, I thought you would’ve been on blockers or something considering you’re not with anyone.”

Glaring at me, his eye twitched. “My body—” his drying lips smacked, nearly cracking them in the process. “It does what it wants.”

“And I guess being around me, a very attractive—”

He kicked out a leg from the blanket. “Don’t even think about it you double-dicked venom-peddling asshole.”

I touched his forehead again. “You should drink some water,” I said. “I haven’t dealt with an omega in heat, but I’m assuming you burn through calories quick, right. In the name, heat, hot, warmth, right?”

Soren’s eyes rolled as if they were in a marathon sprint with weapons in my direction. “Alphas really don’t know anything about the world. Just—get me some water, and then maybe yourself useless and leave the room for a little bit.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna have to—”

“You need something else?” I asked. “Food?” I didn’t want to leave him alone if he was in need, especially not while he was in heat and any opening of that door could alert every hungry and horny Alpha—myself included to him, but I couldn’t smell him in that way.

“Ugh, I need to masturbate myself into oblivion,” he said.

The reason I felt weird earlier and could locate him had another meaning, one I hadn’t really thought about. That bite I’d taken, and that venom I’d injected into him. It bonded us. It wasn’t an intention I’d had, but now it had happened, there wasn’t any going back.

I placed a hand on his arm. “I’m not sure I can leave you alone,” I said, feeling the fury of heat takes swipes at me with hitched breaths in the back of my throat. “I—”

With deep-set frown lines almost carved into his forehead, Soren stared at me. “You’re not saying what I think you’re saying.”

That was right. I hadn’t needed to say it now, because my body was saying it for me. We were connected on another level and another plane now. Our lives had been intertwined once before, and once more, they were knotting roots around each other. And my cock was throbbing to get at those exposed root nerves and see just what they felt like. “I want to help you.”

Soren stroked a hand against mine, rubbing it up my arm. “And I—” He pulled me down on top of him with the blanket blocking our bodies from truly connecting. “I want you.”

Mushing my face against his, my tongue explored the depths of his mouth and his barely fought back. I was searching for a sweetness, and it felt like he was hiding it under his tongue almost with how reserved he was now being.

We rolled over in the bed until the blanket was now strewn across the floor and I was only competing with the tight boxer, growing tighter as he tried to hide his arouse, but exposed more of his ass in the process. Tugging on the waistband his underwear slipped off down his ass cheeks. Two round smooth domes of flesh releasing that sweetness I’d been searching for in the back of his throat with my partially shifted tongue.

“I need to taste you,” I said, forcing him on his stomach. I pressed a hand to his back, pushing him against the mattress . “I need to know what it feels like.” I’d never mated with anyone before, although I wasn’t strictly sure about that anymore considering everything I thought I knew was being pulled into question now.

Soren turned his head slightly, panting. “Then taste me,” he said, arching his back up in my face. He’d either given in, or he knew this was the hand fate had dealt.“But when you want to fuck me, I only want one of those things in me.”

Both my cocks were throbbing, almost against each other, like heart beats out of sync, one throbbed, then the other. If I’d laid them out across Soren’s ass, it would’ve been like they were playing the drums on his flesh.

Parting his legs, I dipped between them and pushed my head in deep, my tongue tasted his sweet slick, so much of it lubricated him to the point I actually entertained the idea of fucking him with both my cocks. I explored with both hands and used them to spread his cheeks further with fingering his hole and stopping him from tightening it around my tongue.

Finally, he let out soft moans against the pillow, and maybe against his will. I couldn’t imagine this is what he’d wanted when we first came back in contact with each other. I was dead certain he hated my guts, and wanted to use them like breadcrumbs to find his way out of here. And now, here I was, about to entertain his guts.

“I need to—” he started, clenching his clench around my shoulders and arms.

“What?” I asked.

“I need to taste you,” he said, red faced as he looked at me. “I need to—to see them.”

No more questions needed, I pulled myself away onto my knees and began forcing my boxers down while he flipped himself around and watched as both my cocks bobbed, his head and eyes bobbed slowly with it, like he was mesmerized by the action. I wasn’t that kind of serpent, but maybe my trouser snakes were another story.

Soren pushed me from my knees onto my back. He position himself between my legs, spreading them uncomfortably apart so he could have access. And I wasn’t sure I liked the inclination he had to being near my hole. That wasn’t up for play. “You’re gonna like this,” he said, cupping my balls and massaging them like a fidget toy.

“Mhmm.” I chewed my lips together and closed my eyes. Explosions of color were going wild behind my eyes. They grew even more intense when both of my cocks were grabbed and tugged with both hands, one, then the other.

“I like that you’re uncut,” he said. “ Both of them.”

Glancing through slight openings, I watched Soren’s tongue lick one of my exposed cock heads, and then the other, he went back and forth with it until pushing them together, both hands around them, he tried his best to masturbate me with that action, and even attempted to wrap his mouth around them, unsuccessfully.

I rested on my hands, pulling at the sheet covering the mattress. My eyes closed again to experience the fireworks of bliss going on throughout me. I’d masturbated and gotten off before, but this was completely different. I was in heaven.

Soren worked me over with his mouth, giving me all of his attention with his sloppy tongue and wet kisses. He worked up from my cock to my chest where he made amends with the blood and scratch stained parts of my chest. He licked them, as if licking them clean. Then, he wrapped his hands around my neck and latched himself to my face, this time, he was in control as I fell on my back.

“I wanted to do this to you years ago,” he whispered, pulling away for a fleeting second before reattaching himself. He straddled my body, his thighs clenching in and his feet bucking around my hips like I was a horse, and he was trying to get me to thrust.

Pushing my hips forward, my cocks aligned together as they touched Soren’s hole and became sticky with his slick. I didn’t need to touch them to know they were stuck together, and Soren continued to clip his feet into my hips.

Both cocks rammed inside him with little resistance as they were guided in with all of his natural sweet lubrication. Soren’s fingers around my neck tightened for a second before loosening. He sat upright, making sure my cocks were buried deep inside him.

“I—” I began before Soren pushed a finger to my lips, hushing me.

“No,” he said. “I’m doing this for me.” Grabbing my hands, he placed them on his hips and rode me, back and forth, swaying his body so hypnotically.

Sensory overload, I hit capacity when my cock began to knot in unison. Soren leaned into it, seemingly without worry that I could rip his hole open if they were both going to swell and knot like I knew they could.

“Don’t stop,” he said, yanking my chest. “I said. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t—I don’t want you—”

His fingers knuckled against my chest, ready to pull hair right from the follicle. “What?”

“No, not—” Words were difficult when I was unable to process a single thought. “I don’t want to get you—pregnant.” I said and my fingers dug into his hips, and one of my cocks came inside him.

Soren bore down on my cock and I struggled to keep myself from my trying to pull him away. I didn’t want this to end up wrong. His head went back and his eyes closed as he probably received an enormous about of pleasure from the weak throb of the cock that had came, and the other cock as strong as a beating heart, building steam inside him, and getting ready to explode.

“I’m gonna—” I began as he bucked his heels against my thighs again, harder as he continued to ride my cocks and rub his against my torso.

“Do it,” he said, reaching down to grab his cock. He only had it in his hand for a second before I was sprayed with several thick pumps of cum, hitting my chin, and then my chest, before it turned into a dribble.

Those fireworks were back, hitting my vision in full force. My head pushing back and my vocal chords burning from the moans. My second cock sprang into action, this one I could feel wasn’t going to stop cumming.

Soren groaned, pulling me from my bliss to see his stomach growing full, a strange look to see his abdominal muscles expand in the same formation like a balloon being inflated, his body was loaded up with my seed now. And there was nothing I could do about it.

The knot my cocks had created at the base of Soren’s ass acted as a plug, keeping all my cum inside him, and they wouldn’t release until they were sure his omega body was accommodating for my offspring.

His exhausted expression, panting as he stared at me offered me no information about how he felt about the potential repercussions to what we’d just done.

“It’s ok,” he said. “But you’re gonna have to pull out soon.”

Stroking his legs, I didn’t want to hurt him, and I knew it would if we didn’t wait for my cocks to reduce their engorged states. “I’ll give it another minute.”

He smiled. “I feel... better.”