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A sudden, unexpected cramp in his gut made Alhaitham almost lose his footing as he parried a blow from the Eremite, Saleem, and he knew in an instant that it meant trouble.
He’d taken suppressants that morning before he’d left the house, mostly on Kaveh’s insistence since, in his mate’s words, you’re going off on a suicidal solo expedition straight into the lion’s den - though it was supposed to be an easy job that wouldn't have taken even a day.
The suppressants had never failed them before. In their situation, and with the lifestyles they led, they couldn’t afford to risk it. Kaveh wasn’t a homebody by nature, and Alhaitham was prone to spending days outside of the city whenever an interesting bit of information came to his attention.
The suppressants had never failed them before because Alhaitham paid a hefty sum every month to refill the prescription at the Bimarstan.
But the cramp was quickly followed by another, stronger and harsher this time, enough to make his breath catch as he ducked out of the way of the other Eremite’s - Namir, electro Vision-holder, preferred weapon; long-poled axe, his brain supplies him - swing for his head, and Alhaitham raked his eyes around them to plot the fastest escape route.
His sight was obstructed as the third Eremite in the camp landed in front of him, his dual scimitars hissing with frost as they dug into the ground that Alhaitham had been standing on just moments before.
“What’s wrong, Grand Scribe?” he - Shira, cryo Vision-holder, specialty; slicing his victims to shreds with deadly ice - taunted, baring sharp teeth as he dug his scimitars out of the dirt and spun them by his sides. “You look distracted.”
Alhaitham didn’t bother to respond, raising his sword when Saleem came at him again, and his geo-constructed gauntlet released a shockwave as it clanged against Alhaitham’s blade at the same time another cramp made itself known.
He gasped, knees buckling, and had enough sense still to roll sideways in the dirt, just in time to avoid the sharp end of Namir’s axe making itself at home in his shoulder.
“Don’t get cocky,” Namir hissed, chasing after him. “Coming here alone, and now you’re not even paying attention?”
“He’s looking down on us, boys,” Saleem said behind him, chuckling lowly as he hefted his gauntlet over his shoulder.
It wasn’t long before Namir had him cornered against one wall of the cave beyond the camp, his slashes too frequent and Alhaitham too preoccupied by another wave of cramps to fend him off more effectively.
It was almost inevitable then, when his sword was finally knocked out of his weakening grip, and Alhaitham was grabbed by the throat and pushed up against the rough, uneven edge of the cave’s wall, its ridges digging painfully into his back.
His breathing was obstructed, but the pain was nothing compared to the growing ache in his nether regions, nor the dread that began to settle itself firmly in the pit of his stomach as he was well and truly fucked.
“How disappointing,” Namir sneered, his face inches away from Alhaitham’s. “I’d heard the Grand Scribe was undefeatable. Turns out, he’s just as weak as all the other dogs of the Akademiya.”
Alhaitham spat at him in response.
The punch that landed on his cheek was not worth it, but Alhaitham couldn’t find it in himself to regret it, not when Saleem, with a surprised expression on his face, caught Namir’s wrist as the Eremite drew his fist back to deliver another punch.
“Wait,” the man said, sniffing at the air. “You catch that?”
Namir growled, but Saleem was the leader of their little group, so he took a whiff too, much to Alhaitham’s dismay.
“Omega in heat,” Shira said quietly, just behind Saleem. His mask hid his face, but even in the dim light of the cave, Alhaitham could see his pupils dilating as his eyes settled on him, his alpha musk peaking with telling interest.
“Unbelievable,” Saleem laughed, a full-bodied chortle that made Alhaitham’s skin crawl with apprehension. “You waltzed into our camp alone, in heat? You’re either the most arrogant little shit that ever lived, or completely stupid.”
(He was neither, of course. He was just- unlucky.)
The hand around his throat tightened, and Alhaitham choked, hands flying up to grab at Namir’s arm in an instinctive attempt to escape his hold. He kicked out at him, but there wasn’t much strength in the desperate move because the cramps had chosen that moment to come back with a vengeance.
It hurt, more than the vice grip on his neck, and just as his vision began to darken around the edges, Namir abruptly let him go.
He fell to the ground in a heap, coughing and wheezing for air, one arm wrapping around his middle as he tried to steel himself and push himself up with his other hand at the same time.
He needed to get away from them. It was the only coherent thought left in his mind, the only thing he clung to amidst the growing desire to lie down-present-beg for cock that was slowly overwhelming every other instinct in his body.
Blunt fingers scratched against his scalp as fingers buried themselves in his hair, and Alhaitham bit down on his own tongue to prevent a yelp from escaping his lips. He was dragged roughly up to his feet before being thrown against one of them, his back hitting a solid wall of warm muscles.
Arms coiled around his waist, tightening enough that Alhaitham couldn’t move beyond squirming against the larger man, and he winced when large hands cupped at his chest from behind, a thumb flicking over one of his nipples over his tight shirt and sending a traitorous bite of pleasure shooting down his spine from the action.
“Oho, he’s sensitive there,” he heard one of them say, though he wasn’t sure who it was.
The hands on his chest began to knead his breasts roughly, rubbing and squeezing them, cupping at the excess softness over the muscles as fingers pinched at both his nipples and pulled at the same time.
His back arched before he could help himself, his jaw going slack and his lips parting to release a breathless whine.
“Looks like the Grand Scribe likes having his tits played with,” someone said with a mean snigger, before Namir’s face came to view.
The fingers at his nipples pinched harder, and the pain was inseparable from the pleasure he was deriving from being touched at all.
He was quickly losing his grip on the situation, his heat setting in quicker as his breasts and nipples were toyed with, and the combined scents of the three alphas began to permeate the air around them.
He was distinctly aware that he was no longer struggling against the arms around him, and when Namir grabbed a hold of his chin and forced him to look at him, Alhaitham was only barely able to shoot him a withering look of hatred.
“Don’t you know that kind of face just makes an alpha want to ravish you more?” the Eremite sneered, before releasing his chin and backhanding him harshly.
The slap made his ears ring, and Alhaitham’s vision swam as his cheek throbbed.
“Bring him down,” Namir said. “Let’s have a look at what he’s hiding down there.”
Alhaitham tried his best to resist - he clawed at the arms around him, kicking blindly as two other pairs of hands grabbed onto his limbs, but he was under no illusions that he could withstand the compulsions of his biology.
Saleem was the one that was holding onto him, and Alhaitham soon found himself straddling the Eremite’s lap, his back to his chest, his legs astride the man and forced apart obscenely with the stretch.
Namir brought a knife to his crotch, running the blunt side of the blade down the inner curve of his hip, just shy of Alhaitham’s clothed cunt, and Alhaitham shuddered, his heart racing with unease at the contact even as his entrance pulsed for more.
The seat of his pants was already damp with slick, and when Namir harshly dug the knife between the dip of his folds, Alhaitham’s hips bucked against the pressure, teasing more slick that leaked through the material, wetting the steel. The glistening knife cruelly avoided his clit, and Alhaitham felt it throb with protest, arousal burning through him from his nether regions, up his belly and to his spine.
“Wet as a hydro slime,” Namir said, grinning up at Alhaitham as he teased the knife around harder, still only brushing against his aching clit but never quite there. “So the Akademiya’s Scribe is a slut, huh? Getting off on my fucking knife.”
Alhaitham’s jaw clenched, even as his cunt continued to produce more slick at the alpha’s ministrations.
His words were humiliating, even though Alhaitham knew, rationally, that it was just words. None of it meant anything, not when he was only in this state because of his ill-timed heat.
(They wished he would ever react this way to them under any other circumstances.)
Not that any of that mattered to these Eremites.
He jolted when there was a sudden, overwhelming pressure around his clit, and almost screamed when the pressure worsened, and realised belatedly that Namir was pinching him between his thumb and forefinger.
A sob tore itself from his throat when Namir tugged at his clit. It felt like it was going to come right off, but it also felt indescribably good. It felt so good that Alhaitham’s vision whited out, and he came, hard and fast, the seat of his pants becoming completely drenched in seconds.
His whole body went completely limp once the high of his climax began to wear off, and Alhaitham was left twitching in Saleem’s hold, panting for breath.
The Eremite’s hands were still cupped around Alhaitham’s breasts, squeezing him tight, and Alhaitham whimpered without even realising it. He felt lethargic now, his heat partially satiated, but he still felt empty inside, and the hands on his chest promised more.
They shifted him, turning him around until he was kneeling over Saleem, his front leaning flush against the Eremite’s, his ass pushed out behind him in the air.
Alhaitham buried his face against Saleem’s collarbone just to avoid looking at his face. He knew what was coming next.
He knew from the distinct hardness that was rubbing up against his wet folds, knew from the sound of cloth tearing and the cold air that suddenly grazed at his exposed cunt.
He knew, but he still startled when he felt a hot, hard length rub up against the crease of his ass, while another - thicker, longer, bigger - made itself comfortable between the lips of his entrance. He gripped hard onto Saleem’s shoulders to ground himself, and ignored the laughter that this action elicited from the Eremite.
“Is the little omega slut scared?” Saleem teased, and large hands gripped onto Alhaitham’s cheeks, rolling the soft meat of them before pulling them apart and further exposing his asshole. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart. We’ll breed you well and good. Won’t we, Namir?”
Namir’s answer was a growl and a pointed rub of his cock over Alhaitham’s asshole, and Alhaitham clenched down against the feeling on instinct. Meanwhile, his clit ached for a different reason now, sensitive from his earlier climax, as Saleem’s cock continued to grind over it, the bulbous head occasionally nudging deeper into his slit but not entering him still.
A part of Alhaitham wanted to snap at them to get on with it. His heat-fever wasn’t yet severe enough to reduce him to a mindless sex-slave, and the wait - the anticipation - was perhaps more torturous than anything they’d done to him so far.
They wanted to fuck him, but they weren’t fucking him. What were they waiting for, a gilded invitation?
(Gods, how pathetic.)
It seemed that the wait was beginning to wear on them too, however, as Saleem finally guided his cock against his cunt, and sheathed himself inside Alhaitham in one vicious thrust.
Alhaitham was wet enough that the slide was easy, even with Saleem’s size. It didn’t even burn, and Alhaitham groaned as the hard length settled itself inside him like it was meant to be there all along.
The satisfaction of having a cock in him made his cunt throb, and he was too lost in the feeling to even react when Namir began to ease into his ass himself.
It wasn’t until they were both balls deep inside him that Alhaitham really registered the unbearable fullness of being stuffed from both ends, and he felt bloated and heavy, his insides stretched tight to accommodate the alphas’ combined girth.
“Fuck,” Namir hissed behind him, and Alhaitham hadn’t even noticed when he’d gripped onto his hips tight enough to leave bruises. “He’s- fucking tight.”
They found a rhythm between them soon enough, and Alhaitham could do nothing but force his body to relax and take it as he was jostled between the two Eremites, their thrusts hard and merciless as they both chased after their own pleasures in his tight channels.
It didn’t matter much to Alhaitham - his heat made everything feel good and pleasant, and every drive of Saleem and Namir’s dicks inside him made his vision swim, until Alhaitham felt drunk off of the alphas’ cocks.
He came twice more before they did, his inner walls clenching down on them and drawing desperate, primal groans from the two as his body milked them before they were ready.
Namir pulled out of him when he came, painting Alhaitham’s ass and the small of his back with his seed, but Saleem continued to fuck into him, thrusting with abandon now that he was the only one anchoring Alhaitham in place.
Alhaitham was only slightly alarmed when the Eremite’s movements grew more frantic, but he made no move to pull out of him, and Alhaitham slapped his shoulder weakly.
“Not inside,” he hissed, but his words were ignored, as Saleem drove himself deeper in Alhaitham’s cunt and stayed there.
Alhaitham felt it when he came, the huge cock inside him throbbing and twitching against his inner walls, and he cursed under his breath. “Idiot,” he said, though there was no heat behind the insult.
When Saleem pulled out of him, Alhaitham could feel his spend dripping out his loose cunt alongside the Eremite’s flaccid cock, could hear it dripping onto the ground below with obscene plop-plop-plops.
A wave of disgust rose in him amidst the feeling of contentment from a satiated heat, and he exhaled loudly through his mouth.
“Are you satisfied yet?” he asked, using Saleem’s shoulders for leverage as he pushed himself upright.
Saleem had a stupid look on his face, typical of an alpha that had just fucked an omega in heat. He seemed to pull himself together at Alhaitham’s question though, his eyes focusing enough to stare at Alhaitham directly.
“Why? Can’t wait for another round?” Saleem smirked.
Alhaitham raised a brow. “I wasn’t speaking to you,” he deadpanned.
Saleem’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before he had a chance to speak, a dendro vine wrapped itself around his throat, cutting his airway completely. His eyes widened in alarm, and his hands flew up to grab onto the vine, frantically trying to pry it off himself.
Alhaitham watched him in silence, running a hand through his hair as Saleem soon lost consciousness and the vine uncurled itself from his throat before slithering away, out of sight, as if it had never been there at all.
“I told you that last dose you got wasn’t working anymore,” Kaveh said as he entered the cave proper. “You never fucking listen to me. Why don’t you ever listen to me, Haitham?”
Alhaitham rolled his eyes as he stood up, reaching up to unclasp his cloak and replacing it around his waist instead, positioning it just right so that his exposed nethers were hidden from view.
“Cyno asked me for a favour and you’re the one that’s always insisting I be nicer to your friends,” he shot back, crossing his arms as he levelled a flat stare at his mate. “Also, why did you even insist that I take them before I left if you knew they weren’t working?”
Kaveh stepped over the unconscious body of Shira with a shudder of distaste, and returned Alhaitham’s look with an irritated glare. “Because you already refused to buy from a different supplier and the only way to change your mind was if you found out for yourself that they don’t work. Like I told you weeks ago.”
“That man better be coherent when he comes to, Cyno said he needed to interrogate them,” Alhaitham warned.
“He’ll have a migraine at worst,” Kaveh said dismissively. “I’m not a brute like you.” Then, inexplicably, his whole demeanour softened, as he looked over Alhaitham from a distance. “How do you feel, anyway?”
Alhaitham shrugged. “Like I just got fucked through my heat by two alphas,” he said plainly. “And I’m not touching you until you help me bring these idiots back to the Mahamatra.”
Kaveh’s attitude shifted immediately as he sputtered, scandalised at the demand. “Why do I have to do that?!”
“Because you’re partially responsible for letting me come here knowing that I’d taken ineffective suppressants and now we’ve three unconscious fugitives on our hands that are incapable of walking themselves to the city.”
“That’s-! I said that the suppressants weren’t working!”
“You told me you’d gone into heat despite taking the suppressants, on the same day that you happened to neglect taking the said suppressants. There was no way for me to actually determine if you were right or not.”
“Ugh, you- fuck you, I did take them that day, you insufferable jerk!”
“I found your dose still on the kitchen counter that afternoon. I took a picture with Aether’s kamera, if you want proof.”
“Why would you…? Gods, you’re such an asshole. Okay, fine, alright, I’ll help you bring these guys back to the city. I went to all the trouble of coming here after you to make sure they didn’t fuck you to death and this is the thanks I get. You’re such a dick, Haitham.”
“You could have at least stepped in before he’d spilled himself inside me. Don’t pretend you didn’t get off on that.”
“... It was objectively attractive to see you get bred.”
“Which is why next time, I’ll have you take an alpha’s come inside you.”
“As long as you help clean me out after.”
“That’s acceptable. Now hurry up. My heat will be in full force within the next four hours and I’d prefer to not be desperate for your fingers when Cyno’s debriefing me.”