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There was the taste of copper in his mouth, and his brain appeared to be trying to escape his skull, if the searing throb was any indication. Aizawa swallowed, coughing on the mix of dust and blood. He tried to lift his head which resulted in fingers squeezing the back of his neck. Aizawa choked, his body jerking. Warmth sank into his bones as the ache in his head softening to pained pulses. The scent of alpha was everywhere now, drowning out the scent of ash and gore, with gunpowder. Aizawa swallowed, trying to shake off the sudden, forced lethargy.
The looming figure above him (was that a knee on his back?) froze. The iron grip on the back of his neck softened slightly and then felt along the smooth line of his throat, searching for bonding gland. A faint whine escaped him, half-pleasure, half-pain at the drag of callous fingers over painfully tender skin.
There was complete silence, only broken by Aizawa attempting to breathe with a house on his back.
“The drug you just inhaled is airborne. You and the others dosed with it will be going into either heat or rut. Your suppressants will delay it but not by much. They’re counting on that distracting you long enough to make a get-away.”
The voice was a low, smooth baritone. There was something metallic to it, like it was coming through a filter. The pressure on his scent gland had eased, along with the iron grip on his neck, just enough for his brain to stutter back online. The weight was still there though, the warmth of the alpha’s hand seeping through the fabric.
“You have two choices. You can come with me or take your chances with them.”
It was crazy and impossible, but he recognized the dull ache spreading through his belly that always preceded his heats. The alpha’s scent was cloying, and any attempt to take a deep breath just made his head spin. He wanted to taste it, to run his tongue along the scent gland and see if it tasted- No. Not helping! Aizawa bit his tongue, hard enough to hurt, needing the stab of pain to try and clear his head.
The unknown alpha was giving him a choice, but if he was telling the truth, it wasn’t much of one. Aizawa’s partner for this shit-show, Shrike, had a reputation. Aizawa wouldn’t trust him around an omega outside of rut, let alone in one. Add in about twenty SWAT team members—who were guaranteed to be alphas?—he couldn’t risk it.
One alpha was better than twenty.
“You.” He ground out, teeth gritting. The room spun again as Aizawa was pulled effortlessly to his feet with one solid yank to the back of his jumpsuit. Aizawa wobbled unsteadily on his feet, saved from stumbling by the alpha’s hand wrapping around his neck. The hand was massive, big enough that it stretched nearly all the way around. The alpha’s fingers tightened once, warningly and Aizawa snarled as he twisted to face him as he best could.
“…..you.” The snarl died in his throat as Aizawa looked up and up.
All Smite.
The masked vigilante with a price on his head by both the government of the Japan and countless villains. The vigilante that had stopped and nearly killed Endeavor with a single punch when the number one hero had tried to collect the bounty.
Fuck.
“Don’t.”
It was a warning, the mask failing to muffle the menace in that low growl or the hand still wrapped around Aizawa’s neck. The alpha’s thumb traced the skin beneath his ear, rubbing what were presumably meant to be soothing patterns into skin. There was a sudden scream, followed by a series of shouts and snarls. One shout bled into the next, a feral edge to the cries that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It was one—two rooms over, maybe—but there were too many competing sounds and scents for him to be sure.
They were flying now, wind whipping around his head and pulling at his hair. Aizawa yelped, not prepared for the sudden jaunt thirty feet into the fucking air. He grabbed at the wall that was All Smite’s impressively muscled chest, not that he’d admit to this later. They were on the roof, another jump taking them over a handful of buildings. Afraid of vomiting over the alpha, Aizawa squeezed his eyes shut and held on, until the final thud that indicated that they’d landed.
Another roof, nowhere near the warehouse, and Aizawa couldn’t pick out any of the nearest buildings. There was a door that presumably led to a staircase and into whatever this was.
“Last chance, Eraserhead. Are you staying here or coming along?”
It was unfair of the vigilante to ask this when Aizawa was still pressed into the alpha’s chest, caught in one massive arm. In the process of accepting his inevitable death by gravity, he’d gone boneless and let himself melt into the alpha’s hold. The gunpowder scent was thick enough that he could taste it on his tongue.
He could say no. He could tell the alpha to put him down. He could go through his first heat in years on some rooftop with nothing but his own fingers. Aizawa even believed the alpha would let him go, if he insisted. Another alpha would have already been inside him, blaming Aizawa’s heat for the rape. And maybe it was that last thought that made him reach up and pull at the fabric covering the alpha’s neck and muffling the scent glands.
“Take it off.”
There was a rumble, which might have been a laugh, And another burst of speed that had the world blurring. They’d moved from the roof to a.. room? A house? It had rooms and oh, that was a bed he was being dropped into, landing on his belly. Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard enough for his head to snap back as he groaned. The alpha must have taken his mask off because that was the scrape of teeth on skin, near but not touching his scent gland. Aizawa bucked, reaching back and clawing at the alpha’s shoulder. If he was going to die, he was going to die well-fucked.
A huff that was almost a laugh, Aizawa could see the white gleam of teeth out of the corner of an eye. The hand in his hair tightened, keeping his neck arched. Teeth sunk into skin, stopping short of drawing blood. The sting was soothed by a warm, wet swipe of tongue, and Aizawa gave a low whine. He was released, falling forward into the downy depths of the bed. There was the screech of tearing fabric as All Smite ripped his jumpsuit in half, all the way down to the pant legs. Aizawa twisted around, enough to get his first look at the man. There were sharp cheekbones, bright blonde hair that defied gravity, and black eyes. No, not black but the blue was drowning in it.
The alpha was smiling now, the flash of teeth reminding him of a lion flashing it’s fangs before it lunged. He was grabbed by the shoulder and rolled on his back, the alpha now between his legs and looming over him. Aizawa had never felt so small. All Smite ground down and Aizawa could feel the considerable hardness between the alpha’s legs. He groaned and lifted his hips up, desperate for friction. The ache in his cunt was worse now, a wet throb that drowned out everything else. The alpha slid down his body in a blur of teeth and tongue, gliding over a nipple, the jut of a rib bone, and finally the drag of teeth over his hip.
“Quit playing, dam- fuck!”
The words bit off into a curse, Aizawa arching up as the alpha pushed two thick fingers into his vagina without preamble. The asshole had the nerve to laugh, fingers thrusting in once, then twice. There was the rattle of a zipper and Aizawa looked up in time to catch a glimpse of the alpha’s cock. It was flushed pink and gloriously proportional, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever been this wet. There was another flash of teeth, and then he was being split open inch by inch. It was somewhere between pain and pleasure as Aizawa’s body was forced to give way. He was gasping, trying to remember how to breathe.
All Smite’s head lowered, tongue flicked over the bonding gland, before drifting up to bite soothingly at the smooth patch of skin above. He paused, giving Aizawa a few seconds to adjust and then he was moving, slamming Aizawa into the bed with each roll of his hips. He was going to die. The alpha was the biggest he’d ever had, thick enough that each thrust had the head of his cock dragging along his inner walls.
All Smite had grabbed his hips, and Aizawa wrapping shaking legs around his waist. The angle somehow sent the alpha deeper. The room was spinning, and everything was heat and pressure and stabs of pleasure that left him gasping desperately. He couldn’t get enough air to scream.
Aizawa clawed at the alpha’s back, only the thick fabric of man’s costume keeping him from drawing blood. He could feel the alpha’s knot, and while he had no idea where the fuck it was going to go, he was willing to risk it. The alpha’s thrusts were stuttering, slowing, and Aizawa snarled, arching up. He could reach only the base of the alpha’s neck, but that was enough as he sank his teeth into the tendon just above the collarbone, biting at anything he could reach.
“More, more, alpha, give it to me.”
The fingers gripping his hips dug in painfully, and the alpha slammed home with enough force push his knot through. Aizawa’s body convulsed around the alpha’s knot, and this time he was sure he was dying.
It was everything and too much and went on and on, each clench of his cunt around the alpha’s knot bringing another wave of searing pleasure. He was sobbing and shaking by the time it finally ended, barely able to catch his breath.
The alpha was smiling again, something sleepy and satisfied. He reached down, and Aizawa flinched, but the Alpha simply brushed the dark tangle of hair back from his face.
“Beautiful.”
The alpha was watching Aizawa’s face, easing his bulk into a more comfortable position, with his weight braced on his elbows and a half bent knee. Aizawa stared at the ceiling, warm and boneless and never wanting to come down from this high.
He let the whiteness blur into a bright haze, as he drifted off.