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Yagi Toshinori stood two blocks from his target, feeling exposed in his small form. A detective buzzed around him, straightening his dark purple shirt and unbuttoning it a little lower, to fit the scene Yagi was about to walk into. He'd been in there once a week for the past 17 months, and every time he did he had to fight curling his lip in disgust--but this was the last time. Tonight, they were taking this trafficking ring down.
Beside him, Tsukauchi rambled through the facts for the hundredth time. This was a known omega trafficking ring, averaging seven abductions per month in this prefecture and netting about 850000 yen per omega sold. Conditions inside were brutal, according to the omegas they had managed to get out--Yagi had to pay for them, like cattle, just to take them to safety--and common punishments for disobedient omegas were food being withheld or staying tied in one position for days while their dealers fondled them. Sex with the product wasn't allowed, as it would diminish their value, and the trainers were to leave no marks, but they knew how to break their targets without all of that. The four rescued omegas had admitted that after the first heat they were left to suffer alone, they conceded to their captor's demands.
Forced aphrodisiac use was also abundant, both to cause humiliation through the omegas' physical response and to ensure their captivity by way of addiction, and of the omegas Yagi had "bought" three of them had severe withdrawal symptoms after rescue. Yagi adjusted the cold golden chain on his exposed breastbone and scowled in the direction of the club. He'd never been able to do undercover missions before his injury, and now that he could hide under a smaller form he was seeing the absolute worst of the criminal world. He had known it was there, but...
"You ready All Might?" Tsukauchi asked seriously. Yagi flicked open the face of his gaudy golden watch to check the detonation device one more time, then nodded decisively. It was time to get those people out of evil's clutches.
He walked in to the same old scene, affecting a self-assured gait. The front room was full of buyer-hopefuls, crowded around the stage where nude omegas were paraded like prize-winning pigs, but the real dealing all happened in the back rooms. And that was all invitation-only.
It was good then that Yagi's scent was just as powerful as it had always been, pure and undiluted alpha in spite of his new spindly build, and when he stood straight and acted like he was supposed to be here he got noticed fast. Four months in and he was getting invited back, and now no one in security batted an eye as he strolled leisurely through the guarded corner door.
The smell hit him immediately, in a way he hadn't braced for. Distressed omega hormone was always in here, but this time--that wasn't just distress. There was an omega in heat. Yagi surveyed the room sharply, waving to another regular who greeted him jovially. There were the typical sights, omega men and women tied from the ceilings like a fancy art installation, a few in cages, some nude, some dressed provocatively or in costumes...
There. Off-center of the room, low to the ground and hard to see through the other ogling alphas, but Yagi's height worked in his favor. Two omegan men sat on a double sybian, tied stomach to stomach with their arms around each other in a bastardization of an embrace. One slim and blonde, the other more muscular with dark hair. Blonde one had a gag in his mouth. Pale one could scream freely but his eyes were hidden behind a blindfold. They thrashed together desperately.
"Which one's in heat?" he asked someone he recognized (Sutiyama Kenji, beta, showed up every three months or so, hardworking salaryman with a wife and two kids who knew nothing about this twisted side of him).
"Blondie," Kenji said excitedly. "He's just my type too! We got really lucky with the show tonight, huh?"
"I'll say," Toshi hummed, smirking at the struggling men like the sight aroused him. He knew his knot was starting to swell at the scent of omega in heat, but that worked to make him more convincing in his act; and he had been forced to admit to himself that, if he walked into a room like this somewhere where everyone was comfortable and there by choice, this would be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. "Look at him humping back like that! I take it that toy has no knot?"
"Nope!" Kenji said, delighted. "No knot to satisfy him, so he just keeps cumming and cumming. And every time he does the keeper over there turns up the vibration on the screamer's side. Give it a minute, you'll get to see it yourself!"
Yagi laughed and thanked him, patting his back like they were old pals and moving to get a different angle. There was more to this, he was sure, and he needed to know it all before he acted. Of all the times he'd been here there had never been an omega in heat, and knowing how these monsters treated heats--the plan had to change.
Sure enough, just a few steps around and Yagi could see the black-haired man's cock, swollen and purpling where it was locked in a cock ring. No wonder the man was trembling, hiccuping quietly. He was probably crying--and with the amount of sweat and slick he was producing he really didn't need to lose any more water. The one in heat couldn't stop moving, their cocks brushing together in a way that had to be painful for the other man, and Yagi could tell it really wouldn't be long until he spilled again and set off another wave of agony for his friend.
His friend seemed to know too, likely from the way the blonde omega whimpered and nuzzled into his neck. When he started talking Yagi had to swallow to alleviate the phantom soreness in his throat just from listening to the poor man. He sounded like he'd deepthroated sandpaper. He needed water.
"Don't, don't, 'Zashi please I need you to hold it I can't, I can't do it again 'Zashi please-!!" the black-haired man sobbed, begging the other desperately for something he just couldn't provide. Use of names? These two knew each other, probably pack, maybe mates. Yagi added that to the growing list of information at his disposal, glancing around the rest of the room like he was surveying his other options. He had to make a new plan, now, but he had no way to communicate with his team. But these two were overworked, hypersensitive, in agony--not to mention the mismanaged heat. They needed to get out of there immediately.
The blonde one keened as he came again, the stream of his cum splattering between the two men's already-messy stomachs. "NononOAGH!" the black-haired one screamed, voice cracking and thrashing wildly as his vibe was turned up. His cock throbbed visibly, sac twitching with just how much he wanted to cum, but he couldn't. He probably hadn't been able to in hours, and Yagi realized that he was probably drugged full of that aphrodisiac on top of it all. He was squirming as much as he could, trying to get away from that torturous stimulation with ragged cries. His throat sounded like it hurt terribly.
Yagi couldn't stand by and watch this go on anymore, so he would just have to trust his team to think on the fly without him. He clicked on the hidden button on his watch, setting off the small sound-based bombs he'd left in the front room--and on Kenji's shoulder during that 'friendly pat'. The bombs didn't produce any light, heat, or shrapnel, but they were cacophonous. They both stunned everyone inside, whipping the group up into a frenzy, and signaled to the teams outside that it was time to move. Before anyone could recover from the shock and instant panic Yagi pushed through the onlookers to grab the omegas off of their dildos and run for the old stairwell.
This stairwell was abandoned thanks to a building renovation decades ago, so it was littered with dust and trash, but it would have to work. He slammed the door closed and locked it, pushing detritus aside with his foot to set the two men down and pumping out the soothing pheromones. He couldn't hide the fact that he was an alpha, but he could make sure both of these men knew he wasn't like them. They were safe with him.
Both omegas shuddered, whimpering as the smell made its way into their brains. The one in heat looked up at him with wet, glazed eyes, and Yagi cursed. That man needed a knot. Yagi quickly pushed a hunk of concrete in front of the door to barricade it and, once he knew it was safe, laid down behind him to ease his own cock into the blonde's open hole. The only other option was to let the man keep suffering, and he'd done enough of that. The team would find them, it would be alright.
The moment his half-popped knot slid in the blonde man went slack, like a puppet with the strings cut, eyelashes fluttering gratefully. "Shh," Yagi cooed, stroking his ribs. "It's alright, I've got you." A pitiful hiccup came from the blonde, muffled as it was by the gag, as he nuzzled under the other omega's fuzzy chin for comfort. Seeking the others' scent when in distress--definitely pack. The black-haired man leaned into it, but unlike the momentarily-sated blonde he was still without relief and frantic. Yagi sent his other hand to explore the man's trapped cock, who yelped and moaned and wriggled against his packmate as much as he could as Yagi carefully explored the cock ring. Metal. Fuck. He'd have to break it, but doing that without injuring the delicate flesh would be tricky. Outside there was a lot of screaming.
"Gh, please, fuck, I--I need--" the black one babbled, voice so ragged.
"I know, I know," Toshi said, pressing his front against the blonde one's back to keep grounding him while both of Toshi's hands went to the cock ring.
"Please, I--I'll let you fuck me-e, us-se me, an-any way you wa-ant just ple-hhease--" Yagi cursed as the black haired man broke down into gross sobs. Someone outside was banging on the metal door, yelling something incomprehensible, and Yagi could hear the sound of rubber bullets being fired. Good, the team was here.
"It's okay, I've got you. I'm gonna take care of you. Shhh," he soothed, pumping just a little bit of One for All into his fingers and pinching carefully to breaking the rigid metal. The black haired man sobbed as the orgasm ripped through him, nuzzling into the blonde omega's neck to ground himself to the smell. He let out the most distressing sounds, painting both omegas' stomachs and Yagi's hand.
(Yagi hated that those sounds in a different context would be so horribly arousing.)
He let the black haired man pant as he came down, putting one hand on the back of his neck to ground him and bringing his other hand to the blonde one's side again. "Hm, good, you're doing so well, both of you. It's okay, it's over. I've got you." He kept pumping out his calming scent as both omegas settled their shuddering. "Zashi, is that your name? I want to take that gag out. Is that okay?"
"D-don't," the black haired one rasped. "He...can't control his volume in heat. His quirk..."
"That's enough, don't push yourself," Yagi cooed, brushing the sweaty hair off of the muscular man's face. "What about your blindfold?"
"That--that's fine. That's fine." Zashi started grinding back just a little as his heat demanded more, and Toshi petted his hip comfortingly.
"Alright, keep your eyes closed--don't want the light to hurt your eyes." The black-haired man scrunched his face up as the blindfold pulled away, even just the dim light coming through his eyelids a shock. "I'm sorry to make you talk with your throat like this, but I have a few important questions. How long have you been here?"
"T--two weeks," the man rasped. "I think."
"And your packmate?"
"Same. Who are you?"
"I'm a hero," Yagi said. "I've been undercover to get you all out. There are police raiding the rest of the compound now, and when it's safe we'll get you two to one of our doctors and then home. You're going to be okay." The muscular man blinked his eyes open, squinting at Yagi with as much focus as he could muster from his tired bones. He looked like he was seconds away from falling asleep, but he was still trying to assess Yagi's threat to his pack. Yagi could admit he felt a burst of fondness.
The dark-haired man let his head thump down weakly, bloodshot eyes barely open. "You aren't thrusting," he said, bound hands pressing against the other omega's shoulder blades comfortingly.
"Of course not," Yagi said, meeting the other man's dark eyes seriously. The black-haired man met his gaze intently before letting his eyelids slip closed.
"Not gonna stay awake much longer," he warned as the blonde nuzzled into his neck. Apparently the small grinding motion was enough for him, since he wasn't speeding up--he probably felt the need to move because Yagi's knot wasn't fully popped, but in this situation Yagi couldn't get it any bigger. He was lucky the scent of the man's heat had worked him up this far as it was, or else he wouldn't be able to do this much. "Don't hurt him." Yagi smiled gently.
"I won't hurt either of you. Rest. When you wake up you'll be safe."
He was determined to make that true.
It didn't take long to hear Tsukauchi shouting out, "All Might? All Might?!" Yagi didn't want to wake the black-haired omega by shouting, but he did pick up a bit of iron rebar and hit it against the door a few times so Tsukauchi could find them.
"Oh thank fuck," Tsukauchi breathed, running up to the door. "What's your status?"
"Unharmed," Yagi answered, trying to keep a level volume but knowing his voice had to get through the door. "But I have two male omegas here, one of them in heat, and they both need urgent medical care. Is it safe for me to unblock the door?"
He heard Tsukauchi curse at the news, then say, "Not yet. Give us a few more minutes to round up scattered perps. How bad is it?"
"Dehydration in both," Yagi reported, "mismanaged heat in one and the other was withheld from orgasm for hours. Likely aphrodisiacs involved. The one not in heat has fallen unconscious. They're packmates and have been here for about two weeks."
"And the one in heat?" Tsukauchi asked.
"I've got him on my knot until a med team can get a silicone substitute," Yagi said. He heard Tsukauchi hum in understanding--not an ideal situation for consent, in any way, but the law thankfully left the tiniest bit of wiggle room for licensed heroes to use their best judgement in extreme health-risking scenarios. There would be a ton of paperwork about this later. "His packmate called him Zashi, and told me not to remove his gag because he has some kind of vocal quirk that he can't control well in heat."
"I'll have Kento scan the missing persons for that name," Tsukauchi said. "Hold tight, we'll get you out as soon as we can."
"We're momentarily stable," Yagi reassured. "Just have a medical crew on standby."
Tsukauchi did, and though the jostling did wake the stockier omega he quickly fell back asleep again once he and his packmate could cuddle without bondage. By then Yagi was standing by, tucked back in his pants still half-popped, having been replaced with the medical prosthetic used in these situations. The black-haired man snuggled his packmate closer, catching Yagi's eyes to ensure the alpha was still watching over them before he let himself succumb to sleep again. Yagi's heart curled almost painfully. After all they'd been through, this brave and impossible man somehow trusted Yagi to look after them in this sea of strangers. Yagi felt a deep pull towards these two, and when the ambulance drove them away all he wanted to do was follow.
Yagi grinned, shaking his head. Well, at least he wasn't packless anymore.